warning: slash, I don't know why these two are my guilty pleasure, but they are, so yeah, very different then anything I'v written before

I turned around my shoulder slowly, careful to make that there was no one in the empty hallway. It was a little after 4:00, and I had told a disappointed Clare he had to stay after school to hang around with Adam instead of going with her to the dot. Hopefully, she wouldn't talk to Adam about his whereabouts, considering they weren't with me.

I carefully stepped backwards into the boiler room, which I had been visiting a lot lately. I shut the door slowly and scanned the dark room for company. However, it appeared I was alone. I quickly pulled out his phone, checking for any messages. i thought he said he would meet me in here.

Suddenly, a strong grasp grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer. I jumped and turned around, and was immediately greeted by a passionate lip lock, leaving my lips hot and chapped.

"You shouldn't scare me like that you know, I thought you weren't here yet" I exclaimed licking his desire filled lips.

Fitz smirked and rubbed my back tenderly

"I scare you? you're so cute Goldworthy" he laughed desperately touching every inch of my body.

I felt every inch of me tingling as his big strong hands came into contact with my cooler bony wrists.

"Watch it there Fitzy Boy, I'm far from cute" I said suggestively rubbing his chest.

He pushed me to a wall and started laughing quietly in my ear

"That's funny Elijah, because right now I find you to be adorable"

He then proceeded to attack my left ear with his lips, nibbling & licking lovingly

I wrapped my arms around his waist but then lifted my arm as I noticed a bruise on his neck

I reached out to softly touch the bruise as his black eyed starred passionately

"Was this from our little dispute during lunch?" I asked concerned

People couldn't know about him and I. The only option was to fight, acted as though we despised each other, pretended we didn't live this other life.

"Sure was, you're quite the tiger when you're pretending to hate me" he stated while stroking his fingers through my dark hair.

It was we had to do though. I had my thing going on with Clare, and that was the way it had to be. We were reliant on instead expressing hatred, even though every time his fist would come into contact with me I felt my ahem..lower area started to ache.

"Do you know what I think Mark Fitzgerald?" I asked, my heart pounding. I just took in how closely our bodies were attached, my hands snaked around his waist and our legs open and pressed together.

"What's that little guy?" He purred as his hand slivered down my torso.

"We're talking too much" I growled and then attacked his lips with mine. He dragged me across the room as our mouths moved together until we finally found a completely clear spot of the floor. He slid down onto the floor, dragging me on to his lap. His tongue started to tap my lips, begging for an entrance. I let him and he took advantage greedily, his tongue corrupting the inside of my mouth. He started to lower on to the floor as he gently placed me on top of him.

Finally, I had dominance

I moved my lips to his cheek, kissing it tenderly as he rubbed his hands up and down my chest.

He suddenly inched his arms to my ass, and squeezed it as if his life depended on it.

My crotch was aching painfully as sweat dripped down my forehead

He looked down for a second, smirking at the bulge

"Aw sweetie, you need a little assistance with that?" He said teasingly, as he started to unbutton my jeans.

"Don't call me sweetie jackass, touch me" I begged

His hands ghosted over my erection going back and forth over the material over my boxers, I felt mine getting more soaked by the minute

"You're going to have beg harder then that"

"Mark Fitzgerald you better fucking touch me right this moment"

He delayed no longer, and pulled my boxers down to tightly grasp my length, and soothe it.

Just before I was about to explode with pleasure, he quickly pulled away

"What the fuck?" I asked desperately trying to pull him back closer to me, aching for his hands, aching for his touch.

"If you want anymore, you're going to have to meet me at my house tonight, 8:00 sharp" he said kissing me chastely once more before he began to straighten up.

I sighed and stood up, difficult as I was painfully hard. "I'm meeting Clare tonight..."

He pulled me into a passionate embrace and placed his hand over my jeans rubbing my crotch back in forth, trying to soothe me, but just arousing me more. He then gently whispered in my ear

"I know you more then Saint Clare does. I know tonight, you want to be pleasured, we both know she'll never pleasure you like me, and I know you'll be with me tonight"

I felt weak, as his words and his cool breath tickling my ear consumed me. The bliss I felt being this close to me took over my brain, heart, and soul; and left me with no common sense

"I guess I can make up an excuse..." I smiled up at him coyly

"That's my boy" He smiled patting my head as if I was his play thing, and placed a few quick kisses on my lips before we separated.

He started to walk out the door as I shouted after him "I fucking hate your guts" mockingly

He turned back to walk towards me and chuckled at our supposed rivalry.

"One day, Clare and everyone else in this entire hellhole of a school, is going to realize you belong to me and only me, got it goldsworthy?"

"Got it Fitzy"

I leant in to kiss him once more. Although these last kisses weren't needy or hungry, they were short and lovingly.

I started to walk out the door finally, every inch of me shivering with anticipation for what would come tonight.

"Eli, wear your black wife beater tonight"

I turned around smirking at his request

"Why's that?"

"Because it makes you look...sexy"