AN- I love them so just take it okay?

TW- blood. Lots of blood. I'm always writing blood

Xisuma's POV-

He tastes so good, almost like he was just eating cake. Which he probably was based off the number of times I'd seen him walk into the infirmary with it. He pulls away, as I gasp for air from shock. He begins apologising for forcing a kiss on me, but I just want more. One taste and I'm addicted. If I had the strength to stand up, I would have probably pinned him against the wall, taking control, but all I can do it grasp his arm, pulling him back weakly. I place a hand under his jaw and carefully pull him back to me. He closes the distance.

I shouldn't be doing this...

My hands make their way into his hair as he tugs at my lower lip.

Why do I feel this way...

His tongue is exploring my mouth and I give him all the dominance he wants.

He's the enemy...

He's on top of me now, careful of my injuries but straddling me nonetheless.

I couldn't truly like him...

He pulls away, gasping and leans in against my collar bone to kiss there and begins working up my neck.

How'd I let this happen...

-Previously-

Sweat drips down my face as I roll under another arrow. The pillager huffs in annoyance and I quickly decapitate it, their head thudding on the ground in a pool of dark red blood. I don't have time to breathe before I am spinning away from a swinging axe. I parry the next attack as I back away. I run into a wall and jump over a low swipe. Still gripping my sword in my main hand, I slip a danger from my sleeve and jab it up into the Illager's soft stomach. I yank it out, blood covering my hand and my dagger. The Illager's body collapses in front of me as I see a pillager fire his crossbow.

I don't get a chance to react before it rips through my side. I groan and clutch the quickly bleeding wound. I throw my dagger and it imbeds itself in the pillager's chest and I quickly rip some fabric from my outfit and wrap it around my side, appreciating the fact that the arrow was not suck inside me. I stagger slightly and begin to use my sword as a cane as I move into a hallway.

Limping, I remind myself why I'm here. Kill the convex hybrids. The Minecraft admins were not impressed when they learned that my server harboured these unholy creatures and I had promised to rid them personally, whether I came back or not. I knew there was two of them here at this Woodland Mansion so that's where I started to look. I was determined to finish the job.

Even so, my injury had dulled my senses because I barely noticed the large convex character at the other of the hall I was walking down. I knew he went by the name of Cub and was the more ruthless and insane of the two convex. His crooked smile was forced as he raised a hand and pointed at me. Suddenly dozens of the smaller vex flooded through the floors and walls. I heard crossbows being drawn and magic spells being chanted. I grasp my sword as I glance behind me where a large group of evokers, illagers, and pillagers blocked my escape route. I front of me was the hoard of vex.

Everything happened at once. Adrenaline flooded my body as I reached fight or flight response. I parry away the first iron sword of a vex, causing it to slide into the side of another nearby vex. An arrow hit me in the leg as I feel the muscle tear and blood drip down my ankle. I stab through another attacking vex, impaling a illager at the same time. I duck under a blast of magic but a vex manages to cut through the bicep of my sword arm. I drop my diamond weapon in pain.

Breathing heavily, blood dripping off my fingers, I collapse to my knees. Corpses of vex littered around my body, blood covered each surface of the mansion. I can see a illager raise his axe to slice through my neck as a pillager aims at my head to ensure I don't move.

I breathe in once more as the axe moves towards my body...

"STOP!"

The axe freezes at my neck, a bit of blood dripping on it from where it had nicked my skin. I dared not move my head, afraid I would cut myself more, but I'm starting to losing consciousness. Too much blood loss.

"Cub! How many times do I have to tell you to stop killing people. We are supposed to be helping them." The voice sounded so commanding yet gentle.

The axe moves away from my neck as I feel a pair of strong hands grab my face, "Hey, stay with us okay? Stay with us...

"Stay with us..."

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I woke to the sound of two people arguing. I caught a couple snippets of conversation. One seems worried about the sanity of the other while the second was trying to reassure them that they could control it. What ever it was.

Deciding it was time to open my eyes, I am forced to blink and squint at the bright white of the ceiling. A door opened and shut as I tried to sit up and a gentle hand was immediately on my shoulder, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You've lost too much blood so standing up will probably make you pass out agin, but you should make a full recovery after adequate rest." It was the same voice as they one who stopped my demise. I turn slightly towards it and take in his features. Soft hazel eyes blink as me, twinkling with his goofy grin. A couple scars made a strange hypnotic pattern on along one side of his face. It was Scar, the convex who has nicknamed himself after his most prominent feature.

I couldn't help but like the guy. He stayed by my side as I healed and it wasn't just because he was the medic. He spent all of his free time with me, occasionally running off to check on others but he'd always come back and chat. I rarely saw Cub but I didn't trust him and would willingly kill him, but Scar...

I had to keep reminding myself about what I was here to do and every day I would struggle more and more about the idea. I had to kill these two. I had to kill them. I had to kill Cub. I had to kill Scar... I had to hurt Scar... I can't hurt Scar.

Well, it looks like we've made it to were this story began... There was one day, today to be precise, I couldn't even think about hurting Cub. Hurting Cub would hurt Scar.

Scar had come in early to check my bandages and had promised me he'd take the stitches out of my side later. And later arrived when Scar came and began swiftly yet carefully peeling the bandages off my side. As he had just checked the wound early in the morning, very little cotton was stuck to the stitches. He began expertly snipping each stitch, occasionally dabbing at the fresh blood with a cool cloth. It took him about an hour and during the whole time he just talked to me. Telling me about how pretty my eyes were. How strong I was to venture into the Woodland Mansion alone. How we hoped I didn't kill him and Cub when he was done... he trailed off and worked in silence after mentioning that.

So, he knew. I guess I wasn't really surprised but why would he still help me? Why wouldn't he want me dead? I'm so lost in my thoughts that it takes a minute before I realize that Scar is looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious expression. He'd finished removing the stitches and a fresh bandage covered the area of my side, but his hand stayed gently on it, his fingers gently tapping it. He looked nervous and as I looked into his eyes I just want to kiss him.

Wait. X. Did you just think about kissing him?

But I had, and that's what he did. His lips locked onto mine lightly.

He tastes so good, almost like he was just eating cake. Which he probably was based off the number of times I'd seen him walk into the infirmary with cake. He pulls away, as I gasp for air from shock. He begins apologising for forcing a kiss on me, but I just want more. One taste and I'm addicted. If I had the strength to stand up, I would have probably pinned him against the wall, taking control, but all I can do it grasp his arm, pulling him back weakly. I place a hand under his jaw and carefully pull him back to me. He closes the distance.

I want to be doing this...

My hands make their way into his hair as he tugs at my lower lip.

He makes it feel so good...

His tongue is exploring my mouth and I give him all the dominance he wants.

He could never hurt me...

He's on top of me now, careful of my injuries but straddling me nonetheless.

He's the one I'm in love with...

He pulls away, gasping and leans in against my collar bone to kiss there and begins working up my neck.

How do I get this to happen more?