Disclaimer: As always...I don't own Twilight, SM does....I own too much music that I haven't backed up.

A/N: A quick note to say that there is a slight lemony flavour towards the end...Ye Be Warned.

Fight Club

BPOV

I sobered up pretty fucking quickly when my skin started to crawl with Mike's hands on it. As soon as I realised it was him I swatted his hand away and rolled off the couch, crashing into him and making him fall as I stood up. His eyes were black with bruises from what looked like a broken nose. I was curious as to what had happened but I wanted out of the room. I turned to run up the stairs but he latched onto my arm and yanked me back.

The gentle caress of my back was long gone, there was nothing gentle about the way he hauled me backwards.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at him, knowing that no one would hear me above the music filtering in from above.

"Stop trying to fight it Bella, stop fighting us." I couldn't help it, I laughed. Snorted actually. That just made him mad as hell. His fingers dug into the flesh on my arm and I cried out in pain from it.

"Take. Your. Goddam. Hands. Off. Me." I gritted my teeth, seething with anger. Who the hell did he think he was?

"You didn't say that last time you and I were alone at a party." He lowered his voice in an attempt to be seductive but it was pathetic and creepy.

"That's because I couldn't speak, you moron. I was wasted and you fucked me because I didn't have the mental facilities left to say no at the time."

"You said yes a lot."

"I think you're confusing the two minutes you spent inside me with the time you spend watching porn."

"You're a bitch." He looked like he was itching to hit me, his hand curling and uncurling into fists.

"You're going to regret it if you don't leave me alone." He glared at me, his face only inches away from my own. His breath stank of cheap alcohol and his eyes looked crazed. I was sure he was on something else, probably the pain killers for his nose. Which reminded me. "What happened to your nose?"

"Your boy Cullen blindsided me." Edward had done that?

"My boy? Why?"

"I had words with him about you."

"What gives you the right to do that Mike? What happens between Edward and I is none of your fucking business."

His hand was still on my arm and he yanked me closer, forcing his mouth down onto mine, his tongue trying to force its way into my mouth through my tightly shut lips. I wanted to shout and scream at him to stop, but if I opened my mouth he would have his tongue inside it in a heartbeat.

Fuck.

He was spinning me round and forcing me backwards toward the wall. This was not going well. My back hit into the wall and he moved his lips down to my neck, brushing my hair away with his creepy hands.

"Stop it Mike. I mean it."

"What are you going to do Bella? There isn't much you can do." He trapped my arms and moved his leg in between my own with little force. I couldn't manage to bring my knee up with enough force to give him a good smack in the balls.

I became aware of Bobby Darin blaring down from above and I heard a door being thrown open.

"I said NO, Mike." Trying and failing once again to knee him in the groin. There was a loud thud on the floor and this time my brain didn't have to convince me it was him. I knew it was him. There was no mistaking it this time. He growled at Newton and he tensed, finally letting me go. I looked at him as soon as I was free. I had wanted so much to make the big entrance and have his jaw drop at the sight of me. As it was he managed to execute the big entrance and his jaw had certainly dropped, but it wasn't quite as I had imagined it.

Sighing loudly I walked over to Jasper with as much dignity as I could muster. I refused to run; I refused to look as if I had been scared. Which I had been. Absolutely fucking terrified in fact. Jasper put his arms round me and hugged me tightly, dropping a light kiss on the top of my head before letting me go and pushing me behind him.

"What the fuck do you two assholes want?" Mike was eyeing them both with absolute hate.

"You to bleed." Replied Jasper, surprising the hell out of me.

"What's wrong Cullen? Didn't realise that she was a whore?"

Edward launched himself at Newton with a violent grace that left me impressed, terrified and wildly aroused. A guttural noise came crying out of his throat and he flew towards him, fists balled already. He landed on Mike, winding him and bringing his fist down with force on his already broken nose.

"Jasper, stop him." I whispered as I heard light steps running down the stairs. Alice appeared in seconds and she stopped, stunned by what she was seeing.

"What the hell?" She didn't wait for an answer before she ran back the way she had come.

"Jasper please stop him." I was tugging on his arm as Edward and Mike continued to punch the shit out of each other. The smacking noises their fists were making on impact was turning my stomach. I could only imagine the amount of blood spraying down onto the floor but I could smell it in the air. Newton had managed to escape Edward's grip and they were circling each other like lions over the carcass of a wildebeest.

"I don't want to." Jasper replied, standing still.

"For me, Jasper, please stop him." I knew why Jasper didn't want to, Edward had made it his fight, but I was terrified that Edward was going to be seriously hurt. His shoulders slumped a little and he moved forward. I wasn't sure if he was just moving closer to hold Newton down but before that decision could be revealed to me I heard more footsteps on the stairs.

Emmett rushed past me in just a pair of track pants, grabbing hold of Edward and pinning him down. Newton took advantage and landed a vicious blow to Edward's stomach making him cough and hiss. Emmett immediately let Edward go and grabbed Newton by the neck shaking him roughly, barely controlling his own urge to smack the shit out of the little bastard. Emmett looked incandescent with rage but he was holding it together barely. Alice grabbed my hand and we stood watching as Jasper helped Edward to his feet, his face covered in blood.

That's when I realised I was crying silent tears.

EPOV

Emmett pinned me and that little bitch had punched me straight in the stomach. The wind was knocked entirely out of me and I crumpled down onto the floor hissing and coughing when Emmett let me go and grabbed Newton, giving him a rough shake and looking like he was itching to give the little fucker a few more hits for me. I had thought it was going to be Jasper to pull me away but he had been contented to watch as I repeatedly punched into Newton's face and body, unable to control the rage that was cart wheeling around my body.

I had been aware of Bella asking him to stop me, to pull me away, but he hadn't moved. My knuckles ached and throbbed as Jasper helped pull me up off the ground. I hadn't taken my eyes off Newton and we were glaring at each other with a silent agreement that this wasn't finished. If it took me the rest of my life he was going to pay for putting his hands on Bella.

Emmett dragged him up the stairs as Jasper and Alice followed. Then I finally looked at Bella.

My heart ached as I locked onto her crying eyes. Her face was wet with the silent drops of pain and I had to hold her. In a second I was beside her, wrapping her in my arms as she fell into my embrace. She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving with silent sobs. I ran my hand through her hair, dropping kisses onto the top of her head, my own pain forgotten.

This was my fault. If only I hadn't fallen asleep. If I had managed to stay awake like most people do during the day this never would have happened. I would have greeted her when she arrived looking beautiful, told her she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen and we would have spent the night by each other's side. I would not have let her out of my sight.

Her body shook in my arms as I whispered soothing words into her ear, making her shiver.

"You look beautiful." Not having had the chance to tell her this before I took it now. Her body trembled against mine as my knuckles throbbed. "Come with me." I dropped my embrace and took her hand in mine.

Bella followed me silently, her soft hand in mine as she trusted me to take care of her. Adrenaline was still flowing through my body, slowly dissipating with every beat of my heart. Which was beating faster just because I was near her. It felt like it took forever to get her up into the safety of my room, never ending corridors and stairs led us to the top floor of the house which was mostly my own private area. I only shared the floor with Emmett which lent us privacy from our parents.

The door clicked softly behind us and we stood looking at each other, both of us calming down the longer our eyes stayed on each other.

"Are you alright?" I asked when I was finally able to talk. Her eyes were wide but no longer filled with tears.

"Yes. Thank you." She smiled widely at me and my chest tightened with relief and happiness.

I took a step toward her and pulled her back into my arms. It felt wrong when she wasn't in them. If I hadn't woken up when I did, if I hadn't found her then fuck knows what he would have done to her.

"I can't believe he tried to do that." She whispered at me. "I knew he was a dick, but I never thought he would ever have taken it that far."

"It's my fault." I couldn't shift the guilt.

"Don't be ridiculous." She pulled back and cupped my face with her gentle hands. "Don't even think like that." But I couldn't help it. My hand stroked her face and I winced, suddenly remembering how much my hand was fucking throbbing.

I'd never kicked someone's ass like that before. I didn't know how much it would hurt even if you weren't the one getting pummelled. I'm not sure Fight Club would be something I would take part in if it was going to hurt this much every time. She released my face and took my hand in hers, turning and inspecting it, occasionally prodding it making me wince even more.

"Jesus, look at the state of your hand." She mumbled more to herself than to me, looking around the room until her eyes found the bathroom door. I was suddenly conscious of the fact that my room was a fucking mess. It looked like a bomb had gone off in my laundry basket. It was worse than her room right now. "Come on." She tugged me towards the bathroom and I wondered what she was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorting out your hands." She replied like it was obvious and I was slow. She gestured for me to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet and she started to root through the medicine cabinet for what she needed. When she turned her back to me it struck me that her back was bare.

Her back was bare and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her dark hair tumbled down in silky curls that swayed slightly when she moved about. The ties holding her top in place swung temptingly down from the small of her back, my fingers were itching to pull at them, releasing the rest of her torso from its midnight blue prison.

Midnight blue.

My favourite colour.

It made her skin glow.

It made me want to kiss every part of her bare back, to run my fingers along the smooth skin, to feel her shiver under my touch. Shit. I just wanted all of her, never mind her back. When she turned back to me, her hands full of shit I didn't know I had, I was sure she could tell from the guilty look in my eyes exactly what I had been thinking. Her cheeks flushed that inviting pink colour and I was immediately reminded of last night.

It was going to be a struggle to control myself around this one.

BPOV

His hands were really messed up and for some reason it was turning me on. I had to distract myself from them before I threw myself at him and straddled him without warning. I looked around his room, trying to form a plan of action. His room was a mess, it was tidier than my own but it was a mess certainly. My eyes spotted a full bottle of Jack and I knew that I would be cracking that open as soon as possible. Finally I found the bathroom door and tugged him towards it. He asked what I was doing but I would have thought it was obvious.

I sat him down onto the closed lid of the toilet and turned my back on him, my hands exploring the medicine cabinet that hung above the sink. I was watching him through the closed mirror door on one side of it, his eyes roaming across my bare back. Shit. I'd forgotten how exposed it was. He would be able to tell I wasn't wearing a bra as well. Suddenly this top didn't seem like a good idea. His tongue roamed across his lips and his eyes darkened. Maybe the top was a great idea, I smirked to myself.

Everything that went before was forgotten as I imagined his large hands roaming freely across my exposed skin, his lips closely following. I almost groaned out loud. Finally I found some things I could clean up his hands and face with and turned round. I could feel the blush creeping across my face when my eyes locked onto his, sure that the images racing through my head were easily readable on my face.

"I'm going to start on your face." I told him, shaking something orange onto some cotton wool, unsure exactly what it was but knowing it would both clean his cuts and sting like mad.

"My face?" He frowned a little.

"Yeah, there's blood on your face, I think there are cuts."

"It's probably not my blood." He told me, looking a little sheepish. "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"That's ok." It really was, sure it had scared me, but it had done other things to me that made me wonder what kind of person I really am. I dropped to my knees gently and shuffled forward, pushing his legs apart to get to his face. My face was getting redder but I soldiered on, trying to ignore the throbbing emanating from my underwear which was only getting worse being between his legs.

He backed up, a little shocked as I pushed forward but I took his face in my hands and he relaxed, a slow grin spreading across his face. I brushed a warm cloth across his jaw, wiping the drops of blood from there first, before softly wiping it across his cheek bones. I had to stretch up to clean the smear from above his eyebrow, pushing my stomach into his groin from the movement and letting a tiny gasp escape as I realised that I wasn't the only one being affected by being in this enclosed space. He quirked an eyebrow at me making me grin and roll my eyes.

"Down boy." I mumbled as he chuckled at me. He didn't chuckle long as I wiped the orange soaked cotton wool across the gash on his eyebrow, a hiss escaped his lips and I winced in sympathetic apology. I stretched paper stitches across the cut and pressed a kiss onto his lips. His hands immediately stroked across the small of my back, gently pushing me closer to him, leaving me in no doubt that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

"Bella." He whispered into my mouth as his tongue flicked across my bottom lip before he took it into his mouth and bit down gently.

"Whoa there horsey." I whispered back before pulling away and taking his hands from my back. I knelt back and started to clean up his grazed knuckles, eliciting a few more low hisses of pain from his perfect mouth.

Finally I finished cleaning them although they remained raw and pink. I brought them to my lips and gently kissed each knuckle, locking my eyes on his as I did so. He had a look of wonder, like he was surprised I was doing it. To be truthful so was I. I had never been so forward in my life, but when he was in pain it felt like my stomach had vacated my body and I was compelled to alleviate it.

By whatever means necessary.

Suddenly I felt self conscious so I stood and walked out of the room, grabbing the bottle of Jack on my way past and throwing myself down onto his bed. Wow. His bed was super soft. He was still in the bathroom so I buried my nose down onto his sheets and inhaled deeply. His scent hit the back of my throat and I could practically taste him. It was beautiful, a base of something sweet layered with masculinity and for some reason the smell of a car garage, all oil and petrol. The perfect combination of which made my groin burn with a need to be conquered.

I moaned into the sheet as he walked through clocking me and quirking an eyebrow, his crooked smile appearing seconds after.

"Enjoying yourself?" My face felt aflame. I don't think I've ever not had burning cheeks around him. I really should get that resolved if I want to be around him for any length of time.

And I most definitely did.

"Maybe." I mumbled into the sheets, unwilling to look back up at him. I felt his weight on the bed beside me and the heat from his hand hovered over my back. I willed him to touch me, silently cheered on his hand to drop down onto my skin. His body stretched across mine and I felt the bottle of Jack being pulled out of my hand and his warmth retreated with his body.

Dammit.

"Sit up Bella." He sighed the words out, obviously tired and in pain. Doing what I was told I sat up and crossed my legs under me, finally looking up at his face.

"Where did your parents go?" I asked in a desperate ploy to hear his voice again. His large hand twisted open the bottle, taking a large swig he winced as the alcohol hit his throat before offering it to me.

"They went to New York I think."

"You think?" I took the bottle from him and wrapped my lips around the opening, savouring the fact that his own had been there seconds before. Like when you are a kid and your lips touching something that had been in someone else's mouth was practically kissing.

"I tend not to ask details." He shrugged at me and winced from the movement before taking the bottle back.

"They trust you and Emmett enough to leave you alone?" The answer was obvious, here they were all alone, no parental supervision.

"They trust that Emmett will throw a party....and trust that I will sort out the mess." He informed me with amusement. "Your father trusts you, doesn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but I'm a very mature individual." I laughed at him, reclaiming the Jack and taking another swig. Warmth was spreading through my limbs from the alcohol and I was beginning to feel more comfortable.

Even though I was on Edward Cullen's bed.

I'd rather be in it.

Edward laughed and looked at me shocked.

Shit.

I'd said that out loud.

"You'd rather be in what?" His uninjured eyebrow quirked up at me and that fabulous grin appeared on his wonderful mouth.

"In someone's trust?" I tried to save my dignity but I had a feeling I left that at the door. He snickered at me for a moment before dropping onto his back and staring at the ceiling with his hands under his head.

My fingers were twitching with the urge to sink into his thick bronze hair.

Screw it.

With another swig of Jack I found the courage to do it.

I watched as my fingers sank deeply into his hair, revelling in the softness. A small moan escaped his lips and he turned his head towards me, opening his eyes and staring down at me.

EPOV

I felt like fucking shit.

I felt like fucking Bella Swan.

Stop it.

I'd had to fight the urge to just take her in the bathroom as she had pushed between my legs to take care of me. Her touch had been light and caring. Unlike the way any other woman had touched me outwith my parents and that never caused my cock to harden.

Thank fuck.

I'm swearing too much. I blame the Jack.

She had looked supremely adorable when I walked back into the bedroom after finally calming down my cock enough to not be humiliated beyond belief. Her face had been buried deep in my sheets and she was inhaling them. It made me want to laugh, but I reined it in.

I had felt her tense under me as I reached across to take the bottle from her hand. I knew she wanted me to stroke my hand down her soft inviting back, but I wanted to tease her like she had me in the bathroom. Even though she hadn't meant it.

My ribs were aching.

The prick must have got in a few body shots without me noticing.

I dropped down onto my back and stared at the ceiling, not quite sure what I was going to do. That was taken out of my hands when I felt Bella run her fingers through my hair. I looked down at her and she looked heartbreakingly beautiful. Her makeup was long gone, dissolved by the tears and her rubbing hands, her hair a mass of shiny mussed up curls. She was devastating.

"You are just too good." I croaked out at her, my hand moving across her jaw.

"Pot. Kettle. Black." She murmured cryptically.

I shifted down until my face was parallel with hers, staring into her bottomless coffee eyes. She did that biting her bottom lip thing again and I couldn't resist her anymore. My mouth crashed down on hers and she responded with just as much vigour. Our tongues battling each other as my hand stroked down her back, causing her body to shiver in encouragement. Her fingers massaged my scalp as they roamed freely through my hair, tugging at it occasionally and sending messages directly down to my crotch.

I turned her onto her stomach, straddling her hips and running my hands down her silky smooth back, landing open mouthed kisses where ever I could, my cock pressing onto her ass making her wiggle it back and forth.

Bella was fucking amazing.

She tasted like strawberries and sex.

My fingers untied her top, throwing it open and exposing the small of her back; running my thumbs firmly over it I pushed them up to her neck, massaging the tension of the night out of her. She was moaning under me and my body was responding. I pulled my body back, crouching above Bella's legs as she turned under me, her torso still covered by her top and my fingers twitching to rip it away from her.

I didn't have a chance; her own hands moved the fabric away from her body, slowly trailing it down her arms, never taking her eyes away from my own. Soon she was naked from the waist up and on her knees in front of me, pulling me down to mine as our lips crashed together.

I want her so much.

I was desperate to free my throbbing cock from the constraints of my pants but I was too focussed on her hands back in my hair, her tits pressed against me with only the thin fabric of my t-shirt preventing them from rubbing against my bare chest. I pulled my body away from her and gripped the hem of it, only breaking away from our kiss to tear it over my head before pulling her back against me.

My mouth dove down to her hard pink nipples, grazing them with my teeth gently making her breathing hitch. Her tits felt firm and soft under my massaging hands as her nipples strained upwards searching for my mouth. She was rocking her hips back and forth under me to get some friction on her hot centre and I pushed my hips roughly down onto her.

BPOV

Holy shit.

He feels amazing.

Gasp.

His tongue stroked along my collar bones and my head fell back in pleasure.

Groan.

This is way better than a fucking dream.

I could feel him through his trousers and I wanted them off.

Now.

But his mouth moved down to my nipple as his hands massaged me, his teeth nipped at me and my groin throbbed with the need for attention. My hands grabbed his ass and pushed him down, relishing the sudden pressure and friction as he moved his body into me, still kissing and nipping me wherever he could.

His torso was beyond words. Starting at broad shoulders, tapering down past his firm abs until ending in that delicious V, pointing down to his groin. Dark hair marked the happy trail from his belly button down into his jeans, ending where I wanted to end up at some point.

His fingers stroked down my sides, making my body shake and my back arch as pleasure shot through me.

Jesus.

He just made me have mini orgasm using his fingers and tongue nowhere near my crotch.

He glanced into my eyes and smirked when he realised what had happened.

"Yes, you are a god. Carry on." I laughed, pushing my hands down his torso and unbuckling his belt in one smooth action.

Fucking hell. How did I do that?

"Smooth." He murmured at me between the kisses he was trailing down my neck. His teeth bit down and I gasped out, bucking my hips up to meet him.

My fingers fumbled with his button, losing all my smooth points, and I unzipped his jeans. Bringing my feet up I hooked my toes in and pushed them down his legs, trying in vain to catch his underwear in the same movement.

Dammit.

They still clung to his firm ass as his lips travelled further south until finally his fingers started to hook into the waist of my jeans. His eyes found mine, looking for permission to keep going. Nodding frantically I sank my fingers deep into his hair and tugged, rewarding me with a moan and fingers unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling down.

"Jesus." His voice penetrated the fog of lust in my head making me realise I wasn't wearing underwear of any kind.

Because VPL just won't do, according to Alice.

Don't think about Alice right now.

Edward.

"Bella." Shit. His voice turned me on.

His fingers softly stroked the inside of my thighs as I trembled beneath his touch. His lips started to kiss up my thighs, arching over to kiss down the other. Completely avoiding the place I wanted him most.

Teasing bastard.

"Edward." I moaned in frustration, bucking my hips at his mouth.

"Patience beautiful."

EPOV

She wasn't wearing underwear. If I hadn't been rock hard anyway at that point it would have happened right then. I guessed Alice had something to do with it.

Don't think about Alice right now.

Her thighs were trembling under my kiss, her hips bucking up at me impatiently. I couldn't help but chuckle up at her.

"Patience beautiful."

I was so close I could smell her arousal, making my cock twitch with anticipation. I let my tongue flick across her entrance, picking up her taste and making her groan.

I could listen to the sound of her groans for the rest of my life.

My mouth pressed down over her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing her as she writhed under me, pressing herself up to my mouth. My flat tongue licked firmly up her slit as I slid a finger into her wet, tight and ready core. Sucking on her perfect bundle of nerves my fingers continued to work inside her, curling towards her belly button until her back arched as her breathing hitched.

"Oh, Edward."

This was way better than a fucking dream.

I could feel her clenching my fingers inside her as my mouth continued to suck on her clit, pulling them slowly out I thrust them back in as her walls started to pulse and clench around them.

Her face was beautiful as she came and cried my name.

A contended smile played on her mouth as she bit down on her lip again. Damn. So sexy. I brushed hair off her face and she pulled my mouth down to hers, licking her tongue across my lips.

I would have been content to hold her in my arms for the rest of the night, but she pushed me down onto my back and kissed down my torso, reaching my pleasure trail of hair and making my stomach muscles clench under her lips.

Slowly her finger hooked into the waist of my boxers and she pulled them down, freeing my twitching cock, already moist at the tip.

Fucking.

Hell.

She licked her lips and wrapped them around the tip, using her tongue to tease the nerves there. My head fell back into the pillow and my eyes flicked shut as her mouth moved further down my shaft. She started to hum against my cock and I almost shot my load. My balls were cupped by her hands as she started to move up and down my cock, flicking her tongue over the head before plunging me back into her hot moist mouth again and again.

I wanted to impress her, to have her rave about my stamina, but her tongue moved so expertly against me, her hand massaging my balls and the head of my cock hitting off the back of her throat that I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Bella, move, I'm gonna..." I warned, but she didn't.

So sexy.

I shot my hot viscose liquid into her mouth and she swallowed it down without a wince.

Shit.

"I love you."

A/N: Howdy you lovely people...enjoy it...review it....make me happy people.