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“Bullshit, you talk and act first and think later, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, or something that’s gonna get you into trouble or get you hurt because I’d go out of my fucking mind if anything happened to you because of me,” Emery argued, moving into the kitchen and opening up the fridge, staring at the remaining bottle of beer left in there. He took it out, unscrewed the top and handed it to his sister, “I need you to have that, please. I’m just exhausted and tired and work is too much on top of all of this right now, that’s all it is.”

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“Billie, please, I came to you because I don’t feel like I can tell anyone else but I really need you to stay out of it, I can’t deal with worrying about you too…” He pleaded, pulling back from the hug to wipe his hands down his face and let out a long groan, “God, I’m so fucked.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Billie argued. “You can’t tell me to stay out of it in one breath and then say god, i’m so fucked and expect me to just stay out of it, Em. I’m worried about you. I”m worried about this whole situation.”

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Emery smiled against his flesh, still careful, but relaxing a little after hearing that initial exclamation, the buck of his hips convincing Emery further. He moved his hand a little faster, stroking him whilst simultaneously rolling his hips upwards. His mouth found Blaire’s again and their kisses grew more and more heated, Emery questioning silently if he was okay to take things further.

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“I beg to differ,” Emery smirked, lifting the other slightly, carefully pulling off their pants and boxers before allowing his fingers to explore their back. His mouth barely left Blaire, if not on their lips, he’d trail kisses down their throat, across their collarbone and along their shoulders. Eventually, Emery slipped his hand between them, freeing himself from his own pants, barely, and spitting into his palm, stroking over Blaire’s length.

The first night together was a bit of a blur and maybe that was due to the alcohol but Blaire was level headed here. Everything seemed all the more intense. Their head tilted back when Emery trailed his lips along their neck. “Fuck,” the breathed out when Emery finally touched them, hips almost immediately bucking against his touch.

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Emery stared at him in disbelief, not knowing how to respond for a while, but flinching when Callum’s hand came into contact with his face. Automatically, he slapped the hand away and shook his head, “You’re unbelievable, what are you gonna do, force me?” Even if Callum was an asshole, even if he hated him, he didn’t believe for a second he’d force himself into Emery, but still, he challenged his words. “Find someone else, if you have a problem with letting it go, you can take it out on me, because Blaire is nothing to do with it, I’ve been trying to end this for a long time now.”

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Emery tilted his head back and shook his head, “Stop,” He breathed, tilting his head back, trying to wind himself some space. “Why are you doing this to me?” Emery questioned, “Like really? Why do you want me when you know I have feelings for Blaire, when you know, despite what my body may do, that I don’t actually want you…” 

Eyeing the boy with a light hum, the sound eventually transformed into a playful chuckle. “I don’t need a reason to do what I do to you or anyone else. Finding a handsome face who can’t control his own boy around me is something I’m not willing to let go easily, Emery. It’s the…possessive side of me.” He reached out and ran a finger underneath Emery’s chin, “We always want what we can’t have, though, I will have this.”

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“Billie, please, I came to you because I don’t feel like I can tell anyone else but I really need you to stay out of it, I can’t deal with worrying about you too...” He pleaded, pulling back from the hug to wipe his hands down his face and let out a long groan, “God, I’m so fucked.”

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“Just don’t do anything stupid, please, the last thing I want, and need, is him turning to threaten you or anybody else I care about,” Emery murmured, keeping close to Billie, practically clinging to her, “I’ll figure this out.”

“Too late because I already threatened him once.” She wasn’t ashamed of that fact either. No one messed with her brother and got away with it. Billie held onto Emery nodding her head, “I know you will.”

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“Just don’t do anything stupid, please, the last thing I want, and need, is him turning to threaten you or anybody else I care about,” Emery murmured, keeping close to Billie, practically clinging to her, “I’ll figure this out.”

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He glanced down again, staring at his hands as he nervously clicked each finger, standing up once again and moving towards his sister, attempting to offer her some reassurance by pulling her into a hug, though it probably only really allowed her to feel how fast his heart pumped. “No, no it’s fine, thanks, I just — I got myself into this mess, I need to get myself out of it. Funny how people think I’m smart, clearly not.”

Billie chewed on her bottom lip, her own arms moving around her brother. “Smart people do stupid things to, Em. And you’re my brother. If you think I’m letting you face Callum alone then you have another thing coming.”

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“I beg to differ,” Emery smirked, lifting the other slightly, carefully pulling off their pants and boxers before allowing his fingers to explore their back. His mouth barely left Blaire, if not on their lips, he’d trail kisses down their throat, across their collarbone and along their shoulders. Eventually, Emery slipped his hand between them, freeing himself from his own pants, barely, and spitting into his palm, stroking over Blaire’s length.

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“Yeah…” Emery shrugged, a light-hearted chuckle leaving his lips between each kiss, “Even all bruised up,” He repeated in agreement, parting their mouths only to tug his shirt over his head, repeating the same process with Blaire’s own, automatically dropping his touch to their pants. He brought their lips back together again, tongues dancing around one another, each movements he made was hesitant, careful, even the roll of his hips beneath Blaire.

Blaire couldn’t help the way they slightly winced when their shirt was removed but they didn’t draw much attention to their own discomfort, or, at least didn’t try to. Their fingers tangled in Emery’s hair as they moaned against the other’s mouth mouth, their own hips moving against his. “You aren’t going to break me,” they breathed against Emery’s lips.

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“Yeah...” Emery shrugged, a light-hearted chuckle leaving his lips between each kiss, “Even all bruised up,” He repeated in agreement, parting their mouths only to tug his shirt over his head, repeating the same process with Blaire’s own, automatically dropping his touch to their pants. He brought their lips back together again, tongues dancing around one another, each movements he made was hesitant, careful, even the roll of his hips beneath Blaire.

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Emery leaned back and shook his head, stroking up their legs, “You have nothing to be nervous about,” He encouraged, continuing up Blaire’s back. His eyes ran down their frame, a slow smile tugging on their features, “I think you’re amazing… You really have nothing to worry about – you’re…” Emery shook his head, “Gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous?” That wasn’t how they usually heard himself being described but they weren’t about to make a fuss about it. In fact, it brought a light smile to their lips. “Even all bruised up?” Blaire didn’t exactly wait for a reply as they moved to tug at Emery’s shirt. “Going to have to help me out here. I only have one good arm.”

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He glanced down again, staring at his hands as he nervously clicked each finger, standing up once again and moving towards his sister, attempting to offer her some reassurance by pulling her into a hug, though it probably only really allowed her to feel how fast his heart pumped. “No, no it’s fine, thanks, I just — I got myself into this mess, I need to get myself out of it. Funny how people think I’m smart, clearly not.”

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Emery looked up, wiping his eyes with his sleeves before nodding his head, “Okay, okay yeah…” He sighed, biting his lower lip, “He – he’s made it really obvious that… that this isn’t about me, he’d hurt me if I denied him, you know? Think I’m just… a welcome distraction at the moment, or for the past year or whatever.”

“He needs to find another welcomed distraction.” Billie took in a deep breath while running her fingers through her hair. “Are you going to be okay, Em? You know you could stay with me fora little bit. At least until this gets figured out.”

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texting: blaire.

BLAIRE: no not really

EMERY: I’ll fix it, I promise

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texting: blaire.

BLAIRE: oh....

BLAIRE: okay

EMERY: you want more of an explanation?

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texting: blaire.

BLAIRE: okay...

BLAIRE: what's going on?

EMERY: callum

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texting: blaire.

EMERY: so I'm gonna get my locks changed, I'll get you a new key but, I don't really want you coming over if I'm not there. it's not about you, or it is but not for anything bad against you.

EMERY: if we wanna spend time together it's gonna have to be somewhere public, hotel or billie's or your uncle's, whatever.

EMERY: just for now, okay?

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“Change the locks on your door. You said it yourself, Callum just lets himself in. Change the locks. That’s a big fucking sign that you don’t want him here.” Emery leaned back against the couch, “I don’t want to tell you to not see Blaire until this is solve so…I don’t know. Go over to Josh’s, come over to my place, or just hang out with him in a public place for now.”

Emery looked up, wiping his eyes with his sleeves before nodding his head, “Okay, okay yeah...” He sighed, biting his lower lip, “He -- he’s made it really obvious that... that this isn’t about me, he’d hurt me if I denied him, you know? Think I’m just... a welcome distraction at the moment, or for the past year or whatever.”

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Blaire laughed softly at Emery’s statement. “Are you trying to make me nervous?” They teaser. “I look better than this…usually.” Blaire still had bruisIng although some of them were finally beginning to fade while some just looked worse.

Emery leaned back and shook his head, stroking up their legs, “You have nothing to be nervous about,” He encouraged, continuing up Blaire’s back. His eyes ran down their frame, a slow smile tugging on their features, “I think you’re amazing... You really have nothing to worry about -- you’re...” Emery shook his head, “Gorgeous.”

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Blaire hummed against Emery’s lips, his good hand coming up to curl in the other’s shirt. “I’m ready,” Blaire spoke quietly, “and if it’s too much, I’ll tell you. I promise.” Blaire didn’t wait for a response as their lips found Emery’s again, their hand letting go of Emery’s shirt only to slip underneath it.

He nodded his head and moved to sit back in his spot, tugging Blaire into his lap and pressing their mouths together. He smiled against their lips as their fingers explored his chest, his own hands slipping up their’s before tugging it over their shirt and tossing it aside, “This is the first time I’m gonna see you naked...”

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Billie let out a heavy sigh as she moved to sit down on the couch. “So what are you going to do? Stop seeing Blaire because of Callum? Fuck that. He gets away with everything. He got away with what he did to Blaire and no one did shit so he gets to what? Do whatever he wants with you and get away it? Emery, we have to do something. Callum can’t rule our lives and he can’t rule yours.”

Emery didn’t drop his hands from his face, he knew that Billie was right, he knew that but he saw no way out of his situation with Callum, nothing that didn’t result with someone getting hurt. “And in the mean time?” Emery questioned, “What happens between now and then?”

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“I’m going to break his fucking kneecaps,” Billie almost hissed after she listened to what Emery had to say. “I mean we have to do something, right? You can’t keep doing this with Callum and he’ll hurt Blaire again over my dead body. Callum can’t keep dishing out threats and getting away with it”

“I love you and I appreciate it, but I know you spoke to him last time... it didn’t really make a difference --” Emery sank into the nearest seat, “I don’t know what to do anymore, I can’t let him hurt Blaire but he’s made it perfectly fucking clear that he can do whatever he wants. I’m scared because Blaire stays with me sometimes and I’m not always home when he gets there, Callum also lets himself into my place whenever he wants, what if --” He cut himself off, concealing his face with his hands.