Give Me Love Chapter 23, an american horror story fanfic

I'm probably a little bit late here but I do wanna mention that I in no way am saying this relationship is healthy loool But like he's the fucking Antichrist who has severe emotional issues and is needy AF so, what are you gonna do about it? :')

Also, like holy fuck, I didn't expect the end of this chapter, but hey ho, it happened. I'm going right to hell loooool

This is legit 17 pages long and I'm just… I don't even know anymore lolololol

After two days, Michael was more than pleased that the name Ryan didn't leave Amy's lips. She seemed to have bought into what he had told her and it was only reinforced by her friends. Mallory and Coco had both tried to convince her that he did probably run away and not to worry. Michael wasn't certain what their motivation was behind those words but he figured it was that weird human thing. Where the truth was hard to hear so they would lie to someone they care about in order to make them feel better. Michael had never been more grateful for the human flaw as it eased Amy's mind immensely. And now he felt like things were back on track.

The whole academy was getting ready for a celebration that night. It was Coco's birthday and of course she was throwing a lavish party. Michael hadn't ever had friends before, he hadn't been to a birthday party. But he found himself without his girl or his friends as Coco demanded Amy went shopping for a dress with her and Mallory. He had looked at her, pleading to go with them. But Coco shut him down before he opened his mouth. Apparently, it was girl time and he wasn't allowed. He already had many fancy clothes, it wasn't like he needed to go shopping. But he hadn't wanted her to go. He'd been good enough letting her go shopping with them last time but now he was regretting it. Thinking he had made it into a regular thing. He'd found himself feeling needier since the whole Ryan thing and also the fact they hadn't done anything sexual since then either. Cocos birthday had taken days of planning and Amy had been one of them forced to help. She had been exhausted in between all the classes, practising and helping out Coco, so she wasn't in the mood. This had set him on edge and he didn't like it.

He was stood in the garden as some of the other girls and some hired help set things up. He was staring at an ice sculpture of a swan, because of fucking course there was an ice sculpture. He poked it curiously and frowned. It was so fucking cold. He didn't like it. He heaved a sigh trying to quell his anxiety at being away from Amy. It was almost dinner time now and she had been gone for hours. People were setting out food on a large long table outside for the party. It was a buffet but all fancy stuff. He felt so out of place here.

"Hey loser!" he frowned at the words, whipping around only to see his girl grinning as she jogged down the steps. His frown melted off his face as she bounded over to him and he was thankful for his quick reflexes when she dived at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck and his hands settled on her ass as a boyish laugh of delight left his lips at her open display of affection. She was usually quite reserved in public and he was the one wanting her attention. Holding her hand, kissing her cheek, laying his head on her shoulder. But now she was wrapped around him with a bright smile. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his and the sweet innocent gesture made his stomach feel like it was falling out of his ass.

"I missed you," she beamed at him. Those words made his heart beat erratically as he looked up at her.

"I missed you too," he murmured with a smile. She leant down and kissed his lips, catching him off guard. She'd never kissed him in public before or allowed him to do so to her. He kissed her back willingly though but it was only a short kiss. Soon enough she pulled away and wriggled until he let her feet hit the floor once more.

"Did you find a dress?" he asked softly, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. She didn't have any bags with her but he mused she must have left them in their room.

"I did. It's so fucking fancy, I can't wait for you to see it. I might actually not embarrass you for how I look for once," she snorted playfully. A deep frown etched on his face though and he tilted his head.

"I'm never embarrassed of the way you look. You look like an angel," he said simply. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down with a shy smile. He loved it when he rendered her that way with his words.

"I'm gonna be getting ready in Mallory and Coco's room. She's asked me to do her makeup. I hope that's okay," she said hesitantly. She was looking at him with a wary expression but he knew why. They'd already been separated for most of the day and he'd never tried to hide the fact he wanted her by his side at all times. He was needy and he made it known. He didn't like it but knowing she missed him, having her kiss him so openly like that, it soothed him enough for now. He nodded, giving her a small smile and she looked relieved.

"Wear something black and red," she smirked at him. He quirked a brow at her wondering just what her dress looked like. He knew he'd love it regardless. She could wear a potato sack and still look heavenly.

"I'll meet you out here when we're done," she said as she leant up, kissing his cheek sweetly. With that, she was off back inside. He watched her go with a forlorn look on his face before he decided he better go and get ready too.

An hour later and the girls were ready. Coco was wearing a dress that Amy compared to a wedding gown. It was a princess dress and off the shoulder, but it was a deep blue colour. It looked really good on her. Mallory's dress was an emerald colour, and it fell to just below her knees. It reminded Amy of a 50's style dress and had a sweetheart neckline with no sleeves. Amy loved her dress though. It was a floor-length gown with a deep plunging neckline. The dress itself was black, but it had a deep red floral lace overlay to it. As soon as she saw it she thought of Michael and that's why she bought it. She opted for some black wedges instead of her usual boots since this was a fancy occasion and all. Her wavy hair was mostly down with some on top pinned up in a fancy braid. And she had two deep red roses clipped in either side. She'd painted her lips a dark red almost black matte colour, her eyes with winged eyeliner and smokey grey eyeshadow. She actually thought she looked super pretty.

She often wondered just what Michael saw in her. She knew she was decent looking. She'd had a fair share of attention off boys for her to know that. But she didn't think she was overly special. Michael, on the other hand, was an ethereal beauty. Quite literally. He was made to be devastatingly handsome to lure people in. He was a big fucking deal when she stopped to think about it. He was the Antichrist. The son of Satan. He had been prophesied since the beginning of time and he was in the fucking Book of Revelations. She didn't know what he was doing with her. He could have anyone he wanted with his looks. Some mysterious dark woman that oozed sin and sex appeal. But he picked her. Some witch with commitment issues. A girl who often felt too lazy to bother with her hair or makeup and who liked to lounge about in a hoodie more often than not. But now, looking at herself, she felt fucking good and she couldn't wait for him to see her.

The girls all went out together. The party was already in full swing. Fashionably late Coco had called it. Amy and Mallory called her bullshit. She just wanted all eyes on her. But why shouldn't she? It was her birthday and she looked fucking fabulous. She parted ways with them once outside. The sky was dark now and the stars glittered above everyone. There were fairy lights strewn about outside and music floating in the air. Some of the girls had actually brought their boyfriends or girlfriends and couples were dancing around in the garden. Amy walked around looking for Michael and she stopped when she caught sight of him. He was sat on a bench next to Cordelia, the pair of them talking. She took a moment to appreciate him. He looked beautiful as he always did. He was wearing a silky deep red shirt with a black dress jacket and black pants. His fancy shoes on. He hadn't worn those in while. He opted for simpler things these days she'd noticed and it made him seem younger and less… Satan-y. She'd also mentioned once how she liked him in his hoodie, jeans and combat boots and loved the look when his hair was a little messy and dishevelled, much like it had been the first day she met him. It made him look edgy and it just suited him. She hadn't failed to notice that after she told him this, his style seemed to shift to just that the very next day. Like a boy who was trying to impress his crush. It made her heart flutter that he really cared about what she thought. His golden hair was styled perfectly tonight though, his curls neat with a side part. And she could just about make out the dusting of a red-brown eyeshadow around his eyes. He looked fucking good. Maybe he should wear makeup more often.

She suddenly felt a little nervous. She'd felt so confident but now once again faced with his beauty, she felt like she looked like a troll that lived under a fucking bridge. She took a few more steps and Cordelia looked over, flashing her a warm smile. Amy smiled back and glanced at Michael who noticed her. His eyes widened as he sat up straighter, his lips parting as his blue orbs took in her appearance. He looked in awe and it made her mouth go dry. Cordelia stood up, giving him a pat on the shoulder as she walked over to Amy.

"You look wonderful Amy," she beamed at her. She looked like a proud mother. Amy blushed and grinned at her.

"So do you," she smiled. She did too. Cordelia was wearing a floor-length gown too but it was black and had three-quarter sleeves.

"I'm going to go and have something to eat. It's not every day we get to eat fancy people food," Cordelia smirked wryly. Amy snorted at her.

"I personally vouch for the weird tiny donuts with gold on," she grinned cheekily at her. Cordelia laughed lightly, squeezing her hand before she left.

She turned back to Michael then who was now stood up. His hands were in front of him and he toyed with his fingers. He looked nervous and she walked towards him, her eyes taking him in as he did the same to her.

"You look… breathtaking," he murmured. His voice was soft and shy almost and his eyes finally met hers again. Her cheeks were crimson and she couldn't help the stupid smile on her face.

"Thank you. So do you. You always look beautiful though," she snorted wryly. He smirked and looked down as his own cheeks heated up. She took another step closer and his hands instinctively went to her hips, her own going to his chest. His shirt was so fucking soft and her fingers ran up the fabric a little as she looked up at him.

"So… I have a question," she said softly. His thumbs rubbed her hips and he rested his forehead on hers. She couldn't bring herself to care about being in public. She was getting more and more comfortable with public displays of affection now.

"What is it?" he asked as he looked at her curiously.

"Can the Antichrist get drunk?" she asked with a cheeky smirk. He blinked at her for a moment before he laughed lightly at her.

"I don't know. I haven't ever tried," he admitted, his cheeks pink. She tried to hide her shock that he hadn't had alcohol. There were a lot of things he'd never done before that she figured he would have. But she knew how uncomfortable he felt about being so sheltered.

"Wanna find out?" she asked with a grin. A grin of his own made its way onto his face, blue eyes sparkling as he nodded.

She took his hand and lead him over to the table with all the drinks. Her eyes scanned them all. Mostly fancy wines and champagne. She wasn't ever really into the finer things in life. She didn't think they tasted all that great. Her eyes lit up when she spied the bottle of Jameson's whiskey. Something that Coco never would have got for the party if Amy hadn't pleaded with her. There were no shot glasses so she just grabbed two champagne flutes, pouring some whiskey in them. It was more than one shots worth. Maybe around two. She knew it was risky business but she didn't care. She handed one to him as he looked at the liquid in the glass. His eyes sparkled with curiosity and she watched him amused as he brought it to his nose and sniffed it. She saw how his eyes widened, no doubt from how strong it was and she snorted a little.

"My advice is to just drink it all in one. Makes it easier," she suggested. He nodded at her and she watched with rapt interest as he knocked the drink back. His face contorted and he coughed a little and she found herself laughing. She was watching the Antichrist have his first alcoholic drink. How on earth had she become a bad influence on the boy who was meant to end the world? It was absurd.

"Holy shit, it burns," he spluttered. She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing and he squinted playfully at her.

"You'll get used to it. Just wait until it kicks in. Makes you feel all mellow and loopy," she smirked.

"Like Zoe's tea?" he asked curiously. He'd seen just what she was like on the stuff.

"Worse," she grinned. She brought the glass up to her lips as Michael stared at her and downed it in one fluid motion. He had to admit he was impressed when she didn't cough like he did and barely pulled her face. He wondered just how many times she had drank it.

Some time went on and they had more whiskey and ate some food. Amy was more than amused when it became apparent that the Antichrist indeed could be affected by alcohol. Then again, his body was human after all. He was tipsy, more talkative than usual as he chatted with Mallory and Coco and people that came over to talk to them. He was far more relaxed than usual. Not his usual tense and awkward self. Amy couldn't take her eyes off him. She, however, wasn't tipsy. She was drunk and he seemed to be relishing in it. She was much more handsy and affectionate than usual, but her smile was wide as she conversed with people and just had a good time. Michael thought she was glowing with how radiant she seemed.

Everything seemed brighter to Amy. The whiskey had made her feel good and colours seemed more vivid. She felt relaxed and calm. But really fucking happy. She watched as the other couples swayed together to the music that danced around the air. She didn't recognise the song but it was a sappy love song it seemed. She found herself enjoying it.

"Dance with me?" she asked Michael as she turned her shiny blue eyes up to him. His eyes widened a fraction at her request and she noticed how his eyes hesitantly went to everyone dancing.

"I don't know how," he admitted as he looked down at her.

"Neither do I. But all the other couples are dancing and I wanna dance," she pouted at him, swaying a little on her feet. His eyes sparkled at her words and a smile graced his lips. All she could do was stare up at him making moon eyes at him. He nodded and she squealed, making him laugh boyishly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where everyone was dancing. It was so romantic with the fairy lights and stars in the dark sky. She wound her arms around his neck and he rested his hands on her hips as he looked at the other couples, checking what they were doing so he could mimic them.

"Hmmm. I might change the song. Ooh! Maybe I could put our song on," she rambled. It sounded like she was talking to herself more than him and he looked down at her amused.

"We have a song?" he asked softly. Her eyes widened a little as she looked up at him and she snorted.

"Of course we do. Whenever I listen to it I think of you," she smiled sweetly. If she wasn't drunk her cheeks would have flushed. Then again if she wasn't drunk she never would have fucking admitting that embarrassing cheesy fact to him.

He looked at her adoringly, his chest swelling at her words. Now his curiosity was killing him about what the song was.

"Then change it. I want to hear it," he murmured, rubbing his nose against hers. It made her tingle all over and she grinned like a fool. One of her hands released his neck and she waved it as she closed her eyes. The song playing stopped and a new one started. The other couples didn't seem to notice or mind. Most people were drunk or almost drunk or too wrapped up in their lover to care.

"It's called Follow you. By Bring Me The Horizon," she said softly as she rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music. Michael leant his head on hers, holding her close as he eagerly listened as the song started. He was shocked honestly that they even had a song. But he wasn't surprised she hadn't told him before now. She was always weird about this kind of stuff. But now he wanted to listen to it, to see if it revealed anything about how she felt about him.

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost.

I need to feel something, cause I'm still so far from home.

Cross your heart and hope to die,

Promise me you'll never leave my side.

He felt a tug in his chest as his ears drank in the lyrics. He felt her nuzzle into his neck a little and it made his breathing hitch.

Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone.

You got me on my knees, I'm your one man cult.

Cross my heart and hope to die,

Promise you I'll never leave your side.

The lyrics made his heart feel tight, as if it was getting bigger. His hands instinctively gripped her harder as his emotions got the better of him. They always did but he was tipsy now and it made him feel like he was unable to control it even more. This was the song that made her think of him. It was like getting a glimpse into her heart. Hearing things she would ever say to him herself. He wanted more. He wanted more songs to see just how she felt.

Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need.

I promise you you're all I see.

Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need.

I'll never leave.

So you can drag me through Hell,

If it meant I could hold your hand.

I will follow you cause I'm under your spell,

And you can throw me to the flames.

I will follow you, I will follow you.

He felt like he was drowning. The words filling up his brain and his heart as he digested their meaning. He felt the lyrics deep in his soul because this was just how he felt about her. If he would have listened to this song on his own, he would have thought of Amy instantly. And she had thought of him. He felt a lump form in his throat but he was too intoxicated to even feel embarrassed. He buried his nose in her hair and her fingers stroked the nape of his neck. Unaware of his raging emotions as he held her. All he had ever wanted was someone who cared. Someone who didn't fucking leave. And now he had her.

Come sink into me and let me breathe you in.

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen.

So dig two graves cause when you die,

I swear I'll be leaving by your side.

He moved away a little then and she looked up at him confused. His eyes were shiny and her eyes widened, taking in his emotional state.

"What's wrong?" she whispered softly. He gave her a bright smile and it eased her worries instantly. His smile was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds on a rainy day.

"I just… thank you," he sniffled, leaning his forehead on hers. Even in her drunken state, she knew what he was getting at. She hadn't thought about him listening to it. The meaning behind the lyrics. Revealing how she felt about it. She was far too drunk for that. She just smiled up at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

"You're such a beautiful soul Michael," she murmured. He blinked down at her, looking at her as if she had grown another head.

"You do know I'm the Antichrist right?" he asked dryly, making her snort.

"That's just your title. That's not you. You're Michael Langdon. The sweetest boy on the earth. You deserve the world and more," she gave him a dopey grin, too drunk to even care about her loose lips.

He stared at her, her words settling like stones in his chest, weighing him down. He decided he liked her drunk. She opened up to him far more about her feelings.

"I don't want the world, I just want you," he whispered, leaning in. She fisted his silky shirt as their lips met and it made her legs feel like jello. One of his hands came up to her neck as he kissed her slow and deep. Both of them too far gone and wrapped up in each other to care if anyone was watching.

Some time passed, the pair just dancing or mingling with people. Michael opted not to drink anything else. He liked how he felt buzzed, a little relaxed, but not out of control. If there was one thing he hated, it was feeling like he couldn't control himself. It happened enough to him all the time with his darkness. But Amy continued to drink and soon she was a giggling mess and he wasn't sure how she was even still standing with how bad she was stumbling and swaying. Part of him was concerned for her welfare, hovering over her ready to catch her in case she fell over. But he was also amused watching her this way. She was so carefree and seemed so happy. She also couldn't seem to stop touching him and he was just soaking it all in. He was at the buffet table grabbing some of the fancy gold donuts. Amy had asked him to get her some with her pouty lips and shiny bright eyes and he couldn't say no. She was with Mallory so he felt like she would be okay. Whilst he was stood at the table, Cordelia walked over with a bright smile.

"Looks like you're having fun," she grinned at him. He grinned back as he looked at her.

"I am. I didn't think I would but it's been good," he admitted. He meant it too. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made it all easier to be here or maybe it was just the girl he was infatuated with.

"It's nice to see you so relaxed here. You're part of the coven too, Michael. I want you to know that," she said softly, reaching out and squeezing his arm. He felt his throat feel dry at her words. At the acceptance and he graced her with a large genuine smile.

"Thank you, Cordelia. It means a lot to me. I really like it here," he grinned.

"I bet Amy has something to do with that," she smirked at him. Despite his tipsy state he still blushed and she laughed lightly at him. He wasn't surprised she knew now. Everyone seemed to know. If they didn't they would after tonight with how all over him she'd been. He fucking loved it.

"She's amazing," he smiled wistfully. He had the look of a love-struck fool on his face and Cordelia smiled at him.

"It's nice you two found each other. I'm happy for the both of you. Speaking of which, Amy looks like she's having fun too," she laughed, looking over to the girl. Michael followed her line of sight, seeing Amy dancing with Mallory as the pair giggled, stumbling over each other. His grin widened watching her have fun like this. All he ever wanted was for her to be happy. When he dragged his eyes away from her and back to Cordelia, she was smiling at him.

"Maybe you should take her to bed. Her heads going to be sore tomorrow and I know her well enough to know she doesn't know when to call it quits herself," she chuckled. Michael nodded. Taking care of her was his job and if Cordelia thought it was best she went to bed, that's what he'd do.

After bidding his goodbye to the Supreme, he walked over to the giggling girls. Amy's back was to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, eliciting a squeak from her lips. Her head whipped around, looking over her shoulder at him and her face brightened so much it made his chest ache.

"Hey pretty boy!" she beamed. He snorted and blushed a little, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"Hey pretty girl," he murmured back. Her eyes sparkled at his compliment and she chimed a light laugh.

"You two are adorable and so fucking wholesome. I can't deal with it," Mallory slurred a little, looking at them both adoringly. Michael smiled to himself as Amy beamed a cheesy grin and made her friend laugh at her.

"It's time to head to bed," Michael said softly in her ear. She turned in his arms then and gave him such a sad look.

"But we're having fun," she whined, lower lip jutting out. He almost said fuck it. Let her stay here and have fun. Drink some more and dance. He just wanted her to be happy. But he knew she needed to get to bed. He might not have drank himself before tonight but he'd seen his grandmother drunk more than enough times. He didn't want her passing out or hurting herself.

"I know, but you'll thank me in the morning," he sighed regretfully. She blinked at him for a moment before nodding and he was grateful she relented so easy. He watched as she untangled herself from him and gave Mallory a hug. A true testament of just how drunk she was since he knew hugs were something she never gave anyone really. Except for him. He waved to the brunette as Amy walked back to his side, taking his hand and he lead her inside.

She was leaning into his side, swaying quite a bit as she struggled with her balance. When they got to the bottom of the stairs he took pity on her and scooped her up bridal style. She giggled with delight and clung to him, making him smile like a fucking idiot as he transmuted them to their room.

"Such a show-off," she snorted once he set her back down. He shot her a smirk as he shucked off his dinner jacket, placing it neatly over the back of the chair at the desk. He toed his shoes off and turned around, watching her wriggle out of her dress and leave it in the middle of the floor. She kicked her shoes off haphazardly, stumbling over to the bed in only a pair of panties. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she flopped ungracefully onto the bed on her belly. He snorted to himself as he got undressed, climbing in beside her in his boxers.

He lay on his side facing her and she was on her stomach, arms under the pillow as she turned her head to look at him. He smiled at her as she blinked slowly at him.

"You're so fucking beautiful, it's not fair. It's like you stepped right out of a painting," she huffed. His eyes widened slightly, cheeks turning pink at such a compliment as he smiled.

"I could say the same thing about you," he countered. She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed. She rolled over to her back then and he couldn't help himself as his eyes raked over her body. She stretched her arms above her head with a little yawn and he watched how her body moved gracefully, her back arching and her bare breasts jutting out. His hand moved of its own volition as it reached out, his finger reaching out and trailing down the valley of her breasts lightly. He watched with rapt attention as her breathing hitched and her nipples tightened from his featherlight touch. It stirred something within him that she reacted that way to him. And in his intoxicated state, he wasn't able to fight it as much as he usually did.

His eyes travelled up to her face then and she was watching him curiously, a sly smile curling her lips as he looked at her. She had mischief glinting in her eyes and he was mesmerized. She sat up and pushed him to lay on his back before straddling him, he felt himself getting hard underneath her pretty much instantly as he looked up at her. She looked divine with her lips painted such a deep red and he was pleased when she leant down and kissed him. His large hands slid down to her ass and she moaned into the kiss, grinding against him. It made a deep groan rumble in the back of his throat. She pulled away then and sat up, stroking his chest as he looked up at her adoringly. She still had that glint in her eye though and he wondered just what she was up to.

"Something happened today when I went shopping," she said softly, looking nonchalant as she raked her nails down his chest. He squirmed under her with a soft moan, blinking at her confused.

"What?" he asked curiously. Another moan left his lips when she pinched his nipple with a devious smirk. There was something different about her. Darker. He had no idea what game she was playing but he was into it. Or at least he was until she opened her mouth again.

"A guy tried to give me his number," her tone was careless yet she was still smirking. Almost as though she wanted to rile him up. And it worked. His eyes narrowed, jaw tightening as he glared up at her. He felt the anger clawing its way out and his hands gripped her hips roughly.

"And you didn't mention this before?" he bit out, unable to help his harsh tone. She was unphased though as she continued to tweak his nipple and despite his anger, he moaned and writhed under her. She looked more than pleased with herself.

"If I had to tell you every time a boy came on to me, we'd never have time to talk about anything else," she grinned darkly at him. He growled, the sound almost inhuman and her grin widened. He knew what she was doing now. For some reason, she was rousing the beast inside of him and it was fucking working a treat. His eyes flashed black as he sat up, making her gasp as her face was a picture of delight. He fisted the back of her hair roughly, pulling it back a little to expose her throat as his other hand gripped her ass cheek so hard he'd probably bruise her.

"And what did you tell him?" he asked darkly, his voice dropping deeper as he stared at her. She licked her lower lip, his eyes were drawn to the movement and she squirmed on his lap. He felt it then. She was so fucking wet that she'd caused a damp patch to soak through her panties to his boxers. It made his cock twitch as desire coursed through his veins like molten lava. It was a dangerous situation. His eyes still black as the night sky as she sat there at his mercy. He could snap her neck in an instant. She knew that. But she seemed to feel like playing with fire tonight.

"I told him I'm very much taken," she whispered breathlessly, chest heaving as her eyes watched him. His beast purred in delight at her words and he nuzzled her throat, making her moan softly.

"Good girl," he hummed, nipping the tender skin of her exposed throat. She squirmed on top of him and they both moaned.

"Do I get a reward?" she asked with a smirk. He released her head then and she moved her face to his, her hands smoothing up his chest. He didn't say anything as he watched her, both hands now on her ass as his fingers dug into her flesh. She leant forward and nipped his lower lip. Eliciting a needy groan from him as she tugged it before releasing it.

"Since I've been such a good girl and all?" she continued. She rolled her hips and a jolt of pleasure shot through him. He was in his dark state and in that moment he was powerless to her. It was strange.

"What would my good girl like?" he purred, loving how her face brightened at his praise.

"I want to try something," she grinned at him cheekily. Before he could utter another word, she hopped off him, carelessly pulling off her panties and tossing them somewhere before she ran to her dresser. He watched the back of her, eyes on her bare ass as he admired it. She rummaged around in her top drawer, pushing her underwear until her eyes landed on what she was looking for. She scooped it up, concealing it in her hand behind her back as she sauntered back over to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was fucking breathtaking, completely naked with a smile on her face. She climbed back onto the bed and sat in front of him and his curiosity was burning to know what the fuck she was up to. Suddenly there was a click and his eyes darted to her hand as he watched a blade appear. His eyes widened in shock and delight, wondering why his precious little Amy had a fucking knife that big. It wasn't a fancy athame or dagger that was used for practical purposes of magic. This was a pretty impressive switchblade that looked like it had no other purpose than to cause damage. He furrowed his brow almost confused as she pushed him to lay on his back, watching with his onyx eyes.

"When I first read your list of kinks, I wasn't surprised to see you wanted to try knife and blood play. What did surprise me was how excited I got thinking about it," she mused, fluttering her long lashes at him and she moved to straddle him once more. His Adam's apple bobbed, staring at her as her words soaked into his brain. Even in his dark state, he knew what she was getting at and it wasn't lost on his demonic side the amount of trust she was putting in him in that moment. It made his chest constrict and his dick jump all at the same time.

"Are you sure?" his voice was strained and tense. His darkness wanting to just pounce on her whilst his human side wanted to make sure she was okay with this. She leant down, brushing her lips with his, relishing in how his lips chased hers greedily. She was getting off on the power from this. Making the darkness in him weak for her.

She didn't answer his question but she sat up again, her slick folds rubbing on his cock as she did. It made him bite his lip, black eyes glaring up at her. His attention was solely on her as she smirked, holding out her arm over him. He blinked, brows furrowing wondering just where she was going with this but then his eyes widened when she put the blade to her wrist. A surge of panic went through him for a moment as she hissed, dragging the blade through her skin. But it quelled when he noticed it wasn't deep enough to cause damage. It was, however, deep enough to make her bleed and drops of the warm sticky liquid dripped onto his chest. If his eyes weren't currently completely pitch black, his pupils would have blown wide, just like hers as she stared at the blood dripping from her wrist onto him. She looked lustful, mesmerised. And it only served to turn him on more. The smell of her blood was sweet, like honey. It filled his nostrils and his body reacted with a deep primal need.

She dropped the knife to the bed for a moment, gazing down at him with a smirk. Her hands went to the blood, smearing it over his firm chest and his breathing hitched at the sensation. Then she brought her blood-covered hands to her body, and he watched with rapt interest as she palmed her own breasts, covering them in blood. He sat up slowly, watching her sly grin as she watched his reactions carefully. He knew she was getting off on this but he couldn't bring himself to care that he was playing right into her hands. He leant down, licking her breasts and tasting her sweet blood. The pair moaned and he latched onto her nipple, suckling on it for a moment as she squirmed against him and caused some delicious friction. He brought his dark eyes back to her face then, her face flushed and lips parted. He knew this whole thing was having the same effect on her as it was him. His large hand gently circled her bloody wrist, eyes not leaving hers as he brought it to his mouth. He licked the wound slowly, letting her blood bathe his tongue. It made his mouth tingle and he groaned. He could feel her get even wetter as she stared at him wide-eyed and he smirked, his tongue lapping up her beautiful blood.

His other hand cupped her cheek and she leant into his touch. He smiled devilishly at her as his lips brushed against hers. The moment was quite intimate. The trust she had for him, the way they both enjoyed this. Once upon her time, her darkness had been quite different. But he'd noticed it shifting more and more these days. Part of him wondered if it was to do with his demonic side being so present around her. She seemed to be addicted to it.

"You're intoxicating," he murmured against her lips and her breathing hitched. He meant it though. Her blood gave him a high that rivalled anything in the world, He felt drunk on it. More affected by her life source than the alcohol he'd consumed earlier.

"Let me taste you," she whispered breathlessly. It shocked him for a moment. When he'd put blood play on the list he fully expected her to reject the idea. When he'd first read about it he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. And now it was happening. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in her system making her brave enough to express this darker side of herself to him. Either way, he loved it.

"Anything for you," he smirked before he kissed her. The kiss was deep as his tongue massaged hers and she could taste her own blood in her mouth. His hand splayed out on her back as he pulled her closer, feeling like he couldn't get close enough to her. He wanted to merge their souls together. Make them one. He pulled away, loving the dazed look on her face and his hand reached for the knife beside him. He raked his teeth over his lower lip before looking at her under his lashes.

"I want you to do it," he said with a sly smirk. For a brief moment, she looked shocked, eyes wide like she hadn't expected it. Her blue eyes darted to the knife and back to him and her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

"Are you sure?" she asked carefully. Mirroring his words to her. He knew though why she was worried. He just sensed it in her. She was worried about hurting him. It made his heart constrict.

"I'm sure, my love," he smiled affectionately at her. His words melted her into a puddle as her eyes softened, a smile gracing her face.

She took the knife and he lay back down, admiring her body with her blood smeared all over it. She looked ethereal to him in that moment and he knew she was made just for him.

"Where?" her voice was small, unsure sounding. His beast flared up at the sight of his lover looking so submissive and coy. A stark contrast to how she'd just been acting. His hand reached out and curled around her own on the knife. He was a little surprised to feel a fine tremor in her hands. The fact she was so worried to hurt him even though she had been so willing to hurt herself for his pleasure only made his affection for her grow. His sweet beautiful Amy. He brought the knife to his chest, right over his heart as his eyes never left her face. He saw how she swallowed thickly before looking at him almost hesitant. He gave her an encouraging nod as his hand left her own. She blew out a breath and pressed the knife into his skin. He hissed, back arching at the pleasure that shot through him. Her eyes snapped up to him, almost worried and he shot her a sly smirk that seemed to calm her. She dragged the knife down a few inches, making him squirm a little beneath her at the feeling. She stared at the blood pooling on his chest as she put the knife beside them once more.

His coal eyes were boring into her, watching her with fascination as her soft fingers dipped into the blood and swirled it around his chest. She almost looked like a curious child. Her eyes snapped to him then as a sly grin crept onto her angelic face and his breathing hitched as she leant down. Her tongue laved over the blood and she moaned at the taste. Her reaction made a deep growl leave his lips as he tensed under her. He wanted so badly to be inside of her but he also wanted her to continue her experimentation. He loved that she wanted to do this with him. She lapped up the blood some more and when she leant up to face him, her lips were stained red with his blood and it made his whole body grow hotter.

"You taste like… maple syrup," she muttered, looking almost bewildered. He couldn't even help the boyish laugh that left his lips and she giggled too. The tense and heavy moment of what they were doing lifted as they once again became just Amy and Michael. His eyes turned back to his piercing blue as he grinned at her.

"I fucking love you," he smiled adoringly at her. Her cheeks flushed and she gave him a shy smile. The whole thing was all lovey-dovey despite their current situation.

They watched each other for a moment and he could see her thinking about something. He was curious and it only grew when she reached for the knife again. She grabbed his hand and placed the knife into it, looking at him with a mix of determination and mischief.

"I want you to cut me," she said firmly. He blinked at her for a moment, brain soaking in her words. He never wanted to hurt her, to cause her pain. But this was different. She had enjoyed her pain. This was pain mixed with pleasure and he'd surely make her feel good after temporarily causing her pain. Once again he was astounded at her blind trust in him. She knew the things he had done. Seen it with her own eyes. And yet she was here, handing him a knife and asking him to make her bleed. His eyes flashed black again and she didn't seem phased. It only made her smirk wider. Proving his point that she enjoyed his demonic side in the bedroom. He couldn't even control it. The way she made him feel dragged that primal dark side of him out when he was with her, wanting to claim her, take everything she had.

She rolled off him then, laying next to him with her hair fanned out like a halo. She was so fucking beautiful and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was a vision. She was everything. He knelt up, getting between her legs that she willingly parted for him. His eyes couldn't help but wander down and appreciate the view seeing how soaked she was for him. He loved the effect he had on her. His free hand stroked the inside of her thigh and made its way up to her stomach. She squirmed under his touch as she watched him with curiosity.

"Where?" he asked, voice deep with need and want. She smirked at him asking, mirroring his earlier actions by curling her small hand around his. She put the knife between her breasts, the same place he had asked her above her heart. He had asked her to cut him there because it felt fitting. She owned his heart after all. He wanted to cut his beating heart out of his chest and give it to her as a gift, but he felt even that wouldn't be enough. She deserved more. Her asking him to mark her the same place made him feel strange. He didn't know if she knew about why he'd asked for that place specifically. But the soft look in her eyes made him think that maybe she did. They would have matching marks over their hearts, just like their matching heart tattoos on their wrists. Once again connected, bound to one another.

He exhaled a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He pushed down slightly, making sure not to go too deep. He watched as her lips parted in a gasp and her back arched. He was slow in his movements, watching intently as he dragged the blade down her soft skin and let the blood ooze out of the wound. He felt hungry for her blood. Like he craved it already after his taste of her. He tossed the knife to the floor, not feeling like they'd need it anymore as he leant down. Their eyes connected as his tongue darted out and licked her sensually, all the way up her wound. Her hand fisted his hair as a soft moan left her lips and his cock jumped against her slick heat. She tasted amazing. He wanted more. He wanted everything from her. He licked his way up to her neck, nipping it for good measure knowing her sweet spot. As usual, she moaned loudly and he smirked against her skin as he made his way to her lips.

"I need you," he purred, his bloodied tongue giving her lower lip a teasing lick. She hummed in delight, back arching as she pushed her slick pussy up at his hard cock.

"Ask nicely," she smirked deviously at him. He'd never get used to her trying to boss him around. He didn't take orders from anyone, especially in his dark state. But that changed with her. His demon would get on his knees and worship at her alter every fucking day.

"Please let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good," he breathed, grinding his engorged cock against her and eliciting a needy whine from her.

"My love, my Dark Queen," he murmured against her lips reverently. She felt high from his praise, having the Antichrist saying these things to her gave her a rush.

"My fucking Goddess, let me worship you. Please," he begged, his voice had a desperate edge to it betraying how much he needed her.

She couldn't find her words so she nodded, and with one swift motion, he was fully sheathed inside of her with a deep groan. All their teasing and erotic blood play had them both tightly wound and neither of them were under the illusion they'd last long. His hand gripped her thigh tightly, hitching it up his hip as he rut into her like an animal. Her moans bounced off the walls, as did his deep growls and grunts. It was hard and fast, fire consuming them whole. His other hand gripped her jaw tightly as he kissed her demandingly. His tongue claiming hers and swallowing her needy moans and cries. He could feel her walls fluttering around him and he was so fucking close to losing it. Her breathing got erratic, breaking from the kiss as her moans hot higher and more desperate. He was lost in her. Watching her with wide attentive eyes as her face contorted in pleasure. She was something to behold in this state and he loved the fact it was his doing. She fisted his hair and tugged harshly and the moan that left his lips was sinful. She cried out, walls clamping down around him like a vice as she found her release and her body jerked under him. After a few more harsh thrusts from him, he groaned, face in her neck as he spilled his seed inside of her, claiming her as his once more.

The pair lay there for a moment, him still inside of her as his head rested in the crook of her neck. His eyes were blue once more and the emotion of the whole thing hit him. How she had gifted him with this, with her trust. She stroked his hair affectionately and nuzzled his head and he smiled against the skin of her neck. The moment was tender. A stark contrast the what they had just done. He leant up, noticing how tired she looked as her droopy lids struggled to stay open. He smiled adoringly at her as he kissed her lips sweetly. He couldn't find words in that moment to thank her enough for this. She hummed against his lips and he moved away a little to take in her beauty. Post-coital bliss suited her. She gave him a dopey smile. Still drunk from the alcohol and now the high he had just given her. Her hand was still in his hair as he rested his forehead on hers. The moment was sweet and he never wanted it to end.

It had to however and he pulled out of her and lay beside her. She rolled into him, curling around him and she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He was exhausted too now and he wrapped his arms around her. The pair still bloodstained but neither of them caring. She nuzzled into him more and he held her close. The day had been perfect and his emotions were running high after what they had done.

"I love you," he murmured into her hair, his fingertips stroking the soft skin on her back.

"I love you too," she whispered sleepily against his neck. His whole body went tense, suddenly more alert and awake at her words. He blinked, wondering if he had heard right. But then she started snoring softly and he swallowed thickly. She loved him. The girl who thought she was so incapable of love had uttered those words to him in one of her vulnerable moments. When her guard was fully down. Those words that meant the fucking world to him had left her precious lips and he was stunned. His chest ached fiercely as a smile spread across his face. He was no longer tired. He was elated. He always said he didn't need her to love him. Just having her there was enough and it would have been. He was hopelessly in love with her and he would have done whatever it took to make her stick around. He hadn't expected to hear those words from her. He was dumbstruck. And all he could do was lay awake the whole night as he held her like she was a precious gem. Vowing to himself that he would never let her go. That every day she would know how loved she was by him. He had meant it when he told her she was his Dark Queen. His Goddess. He was hers. Devoted completely. And now, she was his completely too.