(A bit of a content warning on this one for the first half for dubious consent and violence. Skip to the midway break to skip that scene. )

Staring at the ceiling.

It looked familiar.

It was his bedroom? Maybe?

Emmett heard himself cry out as if from a distance, his whole body tensing against some sensation. It reached him late, a sharp pain on his inner thigh. His head felt heavy, but he managed to catch sight of Edan braced between his legs, teeth buried in his skin.

He lay back on the blankets, feeling exhausted. It wasn't just whatever this was that they were doing. There was light ringing the curtains. Dawn? His back and ass ached. They'd already fucked, and too hard at that. The sheets were damp and his skin felt slick with still more sweat. Emmett let out a shaky breath, feeling sick to his stomach. Was it just the alcohol? Was he scared?

Emmett threw an arm over his face, trying to concentrate on steady breathing.

They'd both been plastered but it was still just Edan. No need to feel scared.

They typically went too far when they were sober, of course they were even more of a mess when they were drunk. It really wasn’t any worse than what they usually got up to, was it?

He was just managing to convince himself when another bite came. It was harder than the last, or he was more awake now to feel it, either way, he grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

No, it is worse because I don't remember agreeing to this.

Emmett sobbed, his eyes stinging though no tears were coming. Did I already use them up? His hands shook as he gripped the pillow tighter. Why this? Because of that guy, Jonas? Was Edan the jealous type after all?

Despite everything, Emmett knew he was hard. When Edan's teeth pulled free and his hot breath touched abused skin, Emmett knew that he might have asked for this; knew that he could get off on it. When Edan's tongue rolled up his thigh, awakening sharp stings from forgotten cuts, he almost did.

Shameful.

It was confusing, and frustrating, but when another bite came Emmett had had enough. "Ow, shit! Stop it Edan!"

He didn't.

Emmett pushed himself up onto an elbow, earning a throbbing in his temples as the room spun. That sick feeling returned in full force. He swallowed against it, grabbed a fistful of Edan's hair. "Let go. If this is because I kissed that guy, I'm sorry. I drank too much."

Another wave of nausea. He closed his eyes but he didn't feel any better. "Don't make me fucking puke in my own bed." He hated how pathetic he sounded.

Emmett couldn't be sure if Edan actually heard or if he'd just been done with that bite anyway. Emmett scrambled when his teeth came loose, hurrying to the bathroom before dizziness knocked him flat.

He barely made it.

Emmett felt a little better after the third purge, or, he tried to tell himself that he did. He spit into the water, flushed the toilet again and rested folded arms on the edge, just in case.

Sitting on the floor like this he could finally see the damage. A dozen or more bites between both of his legs. Some weren't so bad, just bruises, but others were heavily swollen and still bleeding.

And now it was all over the floor, with a trail past the bathroom door. Emmett's eyes followed it back to the bed. He would probably have to throw away those sheets.

Through the doorway Emmett could see Edan's lower half motionless on the bed. Guess he fell asleep. Emmett had mixed feelings about that.

He didn't check that I was ok but, what good would he be, drunk off his ass? I don’t want him near me right now anyway.

His eyes stung again, and this time he did lose a few tears.

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He'd drawn up a bath as soon as he felt well enough to hoist himself from the floor without puking. He knew well enough not to fill it all the way with his head still spinning like it was but he wanted to be clean and he didn't think he could stand in the shower long enough.

It was good he'd thought so. A knock woke him from sleep. Edan was at the opposite end of the room, his knuckles resting on the open door. He was dressed and he had a plastic shopping bag looped around his fingers.

Emmett found himself shrinking further into the water, looking at Edan just above the rim of the tub. It was warmer than he would have thought, and fuller now too. Edan's doing?

Edan crossed into the room, taking a seat on the toilet just next to the tub. "I checked your bathroom but I couldn't find any bandages. I saw the corner store across the street so-" He produced a couple boxes, shook them in front of Emmett. "I got some scar ointment too. I know I messed you up."

Edan threw a questioning glance his way, but Emmett found it hard to meet. "I'll do it myself. Just leave it on the counter."

"I'm trying to apologize-"

Emmett sprang to his feet in the water. "Then just say you're sorry!" He stepped out of the tub and tried to flee the room but Edan had him by the wrist within a second.

Emmett cast a glance down at Edan and found him staring at the marks he'd left behind. He raised his other hand and Emmett tried to squirm away again but it was hopeless. His hands and touch were softer than any man who looked like him should have been. Emmett trembled despite himself.

Edan looked up again, catching Emmett's eyes. "I'm sorry, I went too far."

Emmett didn't have the will to run anymore when Edan let go. His eyes were stinging again, pent up emotion that no longer felt fair to throw in Edan's face. Believing it was an accident was easier than being angry, easier than figuring out how things needed to change.

Edan had the ointment in hand and pulled Emmett's knee into his lap for easy access. Emmett clutched at the guy's shoulder as his fingers brushed the cuts, the stinging fading away. Then a moment of tearing paper before Edan placed bulky square bandages over the bites.

When Edan gestured for his other leg Emmett lifted it himself, resting a hand over his dick to try and hide his growing desire. Edan didn't act like he'd noticed, repeating the process for his other thigh and standing when the task was done. He threw a towel around Emmett's shoulders before exiting the room, leaving Emmett alone with his thoughts and his hard on.