24. R

"Your hand is going too low, Drake." Warden grumbled as he leaned back out of the hug they were sharing.

Drake sat back in the tub, a cocky smirk on his lips.

"Don't worry, War. One day soon you'll be telling me that I'm not touching low enough... or going fast en-" A hand over his mouth stopped what he was saying, but Drake just winked and licked Warden's palm in response.

War jerked his hand away as Drake snickered and stood up. Warden turned immediately, his face bright red in seconds.

"Oh come on, War. We've bathed together naked before." Drake said as he stepped out of the bath tub and grabbed one of the towels hanging up to start drying off.

"When we were five!"

A faint ringtone came from the bedroom not a moment later, making Warden get up and run over to the nightstand where he left his phone. He picked it up on the last ring and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello?"

The voice that answered him on the other side of the phone wasn't one he had wanted to hear.

"Hello, son. The counsel has decided to just have a trial to decide what to do with your vampire. We've been getting mixed reports from the people we've sent over to check on him and from you, so we believe that a trial would be the best way to figure this whole thing out."

They just want him dead. I'm sure they wrote down that he refused to get his teeth ground and we refused to help, among other things.

"When is it?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from sounding anymore frustrated.

"In two days at seven P.M.. Have whatever positive evidence you want to present ready by then." His father stated before abruptly ending the call.

"Doesn't look like that phone call was any fun. I could hear it, by the way, but if you want to pretend that I couldn't and would like to accept a free blow job to make you feel better about whatever bad news you just received concerning our little leech friend..." Drake said as he crawled onto the bed and over to Warden.

He'd pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, but that was it.

"It's shockingly tempting." Warden said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and let his head fall into his hands with a sigh. He really hadn't needed that call right then. He was already dealing with enough considering his best friend and his... whatever Cerat was, were both suddenly after his backside.

"I could always escape." Cerat said from in front of him, drawing Warden's head back up so that he could look at him.

"Can you drink blood without throwing up, and do you want to?" He asked, already seeing a frown on Cerat's face before he had finished speaking.

"Yours and most times, Drake's... but I probably wouldn't be able to keep control of myself if I tried it on someone else." He said, staring at Drake for a moment before returning his attention to Warden.

"We need to think of a way to get through the trial." He said as he fell back on the bed, stretching until he felt a warm hand slip beneath his shirt.

"I don't think that's going to help us focus, Drake." Warden said while rolling his eyes up at the ceiling.

"On the contrary, I'll be completely focused." He said as he promptly rolled onto Warden, easily pinning him with his body.

Warden scowled up at him, but Drake just grinned, even when Cerat scooted onto the bed to sit near Warden's head, seemingly intent on playing with a few soft strands of his hair.

"This really isn't what we should be doing right now." Warden said before Drake leaned back slightly, giving Cerat enough room to lean down and press a brief kiss to Warden's lips.

"Oh nice. I can even think things to you now and you listen." Drake said with a twinkle in his eyes as Cerat leaned back up, licking a little blood from his lips.

"Eh?" Drake mumbled as he looked down to see Warden's lips bleeding slightly.

"Really, Carrot? You had to bite him?" He asked, lifting a brow as Cerat glanced away.

"It was just a nibble..." He mumbled awkwardly, seemingly having done it completely unintentionally.

"We need to figure out what we're going to do, guys. We barely have anything to present as positive evidence." Warden said after licking at his slightly bleeding lip.

"I say we wing it." Drake replied with a shrug and roll of his hips.

Warden fidgeted, trying, but failing, to shift out from underneath Drake.

"What good would that do? We can't just go in there and pat his head and say he's a good blood-sucking boy." Warden said, clearly exasperated.

Cerat chuckled at that. "I mean, we don't have much else, do we?"

He really couldn't argue, which made his heart ache in his chest.

"Cerat hasn't done anything bad since we got him. Sure, he's taking a few unwanted nibbles, but neither of us really minded."

Cerat chimed in as he tugged lightly on a strand of Warden's hair. "My collar has been broken for a while, but we can just grab a new one from downstairs before the trial."

It didn't feel like enough. They would all be out to get Cerat just because of what he was, and not who he was.

"My head hurts." Warden said as he pressed his hands to his face.

"My head is aching pretty badly, too, but it's not the one on my shoulders." Drake replied as he leaned back down, making Warden squirm from the feeling of his obvious hard on pressing against his belly.

"I know you haven't had any in a long time, War. Let me help you relax..." He whispered as he tugged at his ear, a low growl ending his words.

Warden tried to bite back a moan, but his ears had always been pretty sensitive. He felt Drake shift on him again, then he was suddenly on his belly, turning his head so that he could see him move over his shoulder.

"I don't think that's the kind of relaxing I need." Warden said as he started pushing himself up, only to see Cerat lean over him again and claim his lips.

The action was only a momentary distraction, but it gave Drake enough time to slip his hand beneath Warden's shirt again, easily pushing it up before grabbing the waistband of his pants.

"I'll be as gentle as possible... let me have you, War." Drake said as he tugged at Warden's pants, but didn't slide them off. He was more than ready to go, but he wasn't going to just take.

Warden pursed his lips after Cerat released them, licking away another small bit of blood.

"I can't do this with both of you." He said, his voice shaky with nerves.

Drake tilted his head, glancing up at Cerat before returning his attention to Warden.

"Only me this time... but maybe let him have a little bite?" He asked, not minding the idea if Warden was okay with it.

His wolf was all but ready to ravish him, but he was managing to just barely hold himself in check.

"You know, if this is going to be a thing, I'd rather be the one putting something somewhere." Warden replied quietly.

To his surprise, Drake leaned back and gave him a soft smile as he lifted a hand to brush away some of the bangs that had fallen into Warden's eyes.

"I don't know if I can do that this time, but I'm not opposed to trying the idea." He said honestly. His wolf was a bit hesitant, but if it would consider sharing its angel with a vampire, he figured that it could come around to them bottoming... once in a while.

There was a long instance of silence after he spoke, making Drake's already-frantic heart-rate double its pace. When Warden did finally respond, it was a simple sigh and a slight lift to his backside.

"I... can have you?" Drake asked, his hand fidgeting with its grip at Warden's waist.

When his friend nodded slowly, then mumbled a muffled "Yes," into the blankets, Drake didn't hesitate a second longer.

"Distract him, my little pet leech." He purred as he leaned over, reaching into the small nightstand where he'd stashed a tube of lube.

He knew that he was clean, since he got checked after every single girl he slept with, and considering Warden rarely slept with anyone anymore, and he knew that he was clean since he'd seen the results from his last pathetic fling, he wasn't worried.

The boxers he'd pulled on were off and on the floor in less than two seconds. Warden's pants would have joined them, but Drake had absolutely no more patience. So, he just yanked them, and Warden's underwear, down just enough to gain easy access, then applied more than enough lube.

Warden squirmed from the chill of the gel, but Cerat was being a great distraction as he sucked carefully on his bared neck.

Not a fan of that hand reaching under his shirt, but at least it's definitely distracting him. Drake thought as he lined himself up and began pushing inside. He didn't do that whole finger garbage, mainly because he was an asshole with no patience.

He knew War would probably kill him for it later, but at least he'd remembered the lubrication. The moment he actually felt the heat from Warden's body surround his length Warden started dropping his hips.

"I'm sorry, it's going to hurt some but I'll be quick." He said as he grabbed his sides and lifted him back up, pushing inside much faster than he had been.

Warden gave out a quiet cry, but it quickly changed to a moan, spurring Drake on to start humping as rhythmically as he could manage... which wasn't very well. His wolf wasn't used to being careful or pacing itself. He got in and got the job done, then went in for more later, then more, then even more. He probably would have been able to have his own movie about one hundred and one wolf pups if he didn't buy out half the drug store's supply of condoms on a monthly basis.

Feeling Warden's body react and tighten around him each time he buried himself inside, soon had Drake growling and speeding up. He noticed right before he let himself come that Cerat had moved onto his back, situating himself beneath Warden just well enough to seal his lips.

He had wanted to hear the sound his angel made when he came, but the muffled groan he got was plenty for his hungry wolf. When his body had finally come down from its high, he gently lowered Warden's hips down to rest on the blankets, but refused to pull out of him.

"Again soon." He growled as his hips slowly moved, already wanting to pick back up where they left off, even if he needed a bit to recover enough to really do it.

Warden shook his head, pushing himself up on his elbows as he panted heavily.

"Not a chance. Out, my ass hurts like hell now." He rasped.

Cerat had backed off to let him move, but now moved back in to seal the small puncture wounds he'd made with a few quick licks. The gesture brought a shiver through Warden's body and a quiet moan to his lips.

Keep distracting him.

After ten or so minutes of pestering Warden for permission to go again, he finally relented... but only because Cerat had been playing with his neck and kissing him nonstop.

He was unintentionally rougher the second go around, and it earned him a damn hard smack from a rolled up newspaper he hadn't noticed sitting on top of the nightstand.

Needless to say, he was still quite relaxed when they were finally done... but Warden ended up locking himself in the bathroom to take the world's longest bath.

"He's going to kill you when he finally goes to sleep, then wakes up tomorrow morning feeling much worse." Cerat said as he stretched out on the bed and yawned.

Drake glanced sideways at him and shrugged, lifting his hands to rest beneath his head on the pillow.

"I'll die happily, then."

Cerat lifted an eyebrow at him, but Drake just grinned.

"You like him that much? He might beat you to within an inch of your life." Cerat said with a slight smirk.

Drake just gave a quiet chuckle and looked toward the closed bathroom door.

"I guess I do... and is it strange that the mental image of him doing that is making me hard again?" He asked.

Cerat's smirk dropped to an immediate from as he rolled onto his side to face away from Drake.

"Yes, it absolutely does."