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(This is last night's chapter and today's. I realized splitting this in half wasn't the best idea, especially at the part where I did it XD)

"Hey War, are you ready yet?" Drake called from upstairs, his feet already taking the steps two at a time before he'd even finished speaking.

He found Warden in the kitchen, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth that Drake happily bit into as he reached up, buttoning Warden's open shirt without even needing to look.

All of those one night stands removing clothing without paying attention finally come in handy.

Granted, he'd love to strip him of the shirt, and the rest of his clothing, but they had things to do for once. Even his wolf was excited about the little party they were planning. Their leech was finally coming home that evening, or really, at midnight, and they were going to make it the best homecoming ever.

"I still say we get a pinata and fill it with blood." He said before leaning in and pressing his lips to Warden's, then stealing the last bite of his toast. "Or get those gummie dicks from online, only with blood in them instead of red food coloring."

He could hear Warden smack his face behind him as he sauntered to the door, holding it open for his boyfriend with a crooked grin.

"First of all." Warden said as he tugged on a light jacket and slid on his shoes. "You have to special order those gummies, so that's out."

He stepped out the door as Drake huffed, locking it behind himself before running a few steps to catch up and grab one of Warden's hands.

"What about the pinata? That's a good idea, right?" He asked, seemingly thinking that spraying blood all over the penthouse would be a wise decision.

"It's more doable than the dicks, but I still think it's a bit too... stain-inducing." Warden said as they stepped into the elevator and headed down to the garage.

Drake slipped into the driver's seat after snagging the keys from Warden's other hand, his tongue sticking out after he added a wink. Warden simply rolled his eyes and walked around, sliding into the passenger's seat and buckling up a second before Drake pressed his lead foot to the gas pedal.

He'd thought that they'd go to the party store, as originally planned, but perhaps because he said that the pinata wasn't going to be the greatest idea, Drake decided to skip that trip entirely. They ended up at the grocery store, though Warden was a bit confused as to why.

Knowing that Drake would buy things they definitely didn't need if he didn't follow him inside, Warden gave a quiet sigh and followed, grabbing the cart Drake pulled from the line up before he could start running through the store, only to hop up on the metal bar near the bottom and crash it into some poor elderly lady... again.

I really should invest in a leash and collar for him... but with my luck, it would somehow end up on me, instead.

"Hey chicken, what do you want for dinner?" Drake asked as he tossed a large container of spinach in the cart, then moved on to get a bag of carrots.

Drake had a pretty nervous habit when he actually did a lot of work and tended to come home with his finger nails all bit up, or having emptied one of the vending machines near his office, so, he'd suggested that he find something that won't gain him a ton of weight and will give his nails a chance to heal back up.

A lot of the junk and snack foods they'd gone through hadn't done much, since they disappeared in seconds and just left him with a craving for more. The carrots had kind of come along by accident with them having been in one of his employee's salads from a fast food restaurant. They hadn't wanted them and were going to throw them out, but Drake, being the living garbage disposal that he was, took them back to his desk to munch on while he worked.

"How about we get some bloody steaks?" Warden offered, getting a quick nod from Drake as he followed the guy toward the butcher's counter.

They usually drained a decent amount of the blood from the cuts they put in the case, so Drake made sure that the butcher knew they wanted some dripping ones. The butcher added extra, previously drained blood at Drake's request, filling the packages almost to the point of leaking. It definitely didn't look appetizing to him, but Warden knew that Drake wouldn't mind tearing apart the meat, and Cerat would probably love the treat.

"Hey, Drake?"

His boyfriend looked up, a smirk on his face. "Finally wanna do it in the supermarket?"

Rolling his eyes, Warden said, "Let's make him a smoothie with the spinach and blood."

Drake raised an eyebrow as he set the cuts of beef in the cart, then followed Warden as he began moving again. "That's not a bad idea. Kind of reminds me of what we were doing at the beginning. Man, that guy was a stubborn pain the ass... or, well, at least in your ass." Drake said as they rounded a corner. A lady was standing there staring at them, her eyes wide, the box of crackers in her hand completely forgotten.

He needs to lower his volume when we're out.

Of course, that would never happen. It was Drake, after all. The guy had no volume control unless he was asleep, and even then, sometimes when he worked really late, he snored like a train.

"War, you with me, KFC?" Drake asked, waving a hand in front of Warden's face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Did you want anything to go with the steaks after we use the blood for Cerat, or want anything else in general?" He asked, getting a shake of Drake's head in response.

"We have enough stuff for side dishes back at home." He said, making Warden grin as he watched Drake head toward the check out area. Of course, he grabbed a few things and tossed them into the cart as they made their way through the snack isle, but he didn't comment. He was too busy thinking about what he had said. It was still a little odd to hear Drake refer to his place as home, because, even when he was over there more often than not, he rarely called it his own home.

He was just reaching for his wallet to pay, out of habit, when Drake grabbed his own and took care of the small bill. "I got it, War. Besides, I'll gladly pay the bill each time you look at me like you were."

I really need to watch myself. Warden thought as he quickly took the last bag that Drake hadn't gotten and hurried outside, his head down except to watch for cars. Thankfully, Drake opened the behicle with the fob before he got there, giving Warden a chance to duck inside and cool his burning cheeks.

"If I wouldn't get in trouble for embarrassing you more than that, I absolutely would every chance I got." Drake said as he set the bag he had in Warden's lap, then got them on their way back to the penthouse.

Warden scowled out the window the first few minutes of the ride, but his attention slowly drifted back to Drake when the guy didn't say anything else. Is he talking to Cerat again? He wondered as he glanced sideways at his boyfriend several times when he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Yes, I'm talking to our leech." Drake said as they pulled into the parking garage area of the penthouse.

Warden couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his lips at Drake's statement. Of course, Drake could read him like a book, so once the car was put in park, he reached over and grabbed the two bags in Warden's lap, then leaned in for a kiss.

"He's very excited to be coming back. I bet you he'll be here one minute after midnight." He said before exiting the car and heading toward the elevator.

Warden hurried to catch up, snagging his keys back from where they hung on Drake's belt loop so that he could lock the car, then unlock the penthouse once they were there.

The moment he reached for the handle and found it unlocked, Warden frowned and leaned back, meeting Drake's curious eyes.

"I didn't give anyone else a key..." He said at the same time Drake shrugged and shook his head, indicating that he, too, hadn't given anyone else access to their home.

Right as they both started reaching for the handle again, the door was pulled open, drawing their eyes up to a young man with light, sandy-brown hair, blue eyes, and a slightly cocky grin.

Drake was the first to react as he grabbed Warden's wrist and shoved Cerat hard, sending him stumbling back into the penthouse before following him in, then spinning back around to slam the door shut and lock it.

"The hell are you doing here, Cerat?" He yelled as he turned back around.

Warden was trying not to wince at the strength Drake was displaying unintentionally where he still gripped his wrist. It surprised him, though, that he actually used Cerat's name for once instead of just calling him leech.

He definitely doesn't look the same, but not in a bad way.

Pulling away from Drake's grasp, Warden knelt down beside Cerat and helped him back to his feet before pulling him into a tight hug. He was freaked out about him being there before midnight, but he also couldn't not hug him.

"You look amazing, Cer." He mumbled against his soft hair before pulling away to look at him.

Cerat smiled and leaned up slightly, stealing a quick kiss before wrapping his arms around Warden's middle and looking over his shoulder at Drake with a smirk.

"Hey horndog. I got to come home a little early, for good behavior. A whole half day." He said before turning his head and placing a kiss against Warden's neck, making him shiver at the feeling of his cold lips.

"Ready to share your chicken?" He asked right before Drake grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards away from Warden.

It looked like Drake's attitude was about to return with a vengeance, but after a few seconds of glaring silence, he reached forward and took Cerat's face in his hands, then leaned in.

The kiss lasted nearly a full minute before Drake finally stepped away, licking his lips as Cerat pursed his and looked away, a slight bit of extra color dotting his cheeks.

"I know you missed me, too, you darn leech." Drake grumbled as he grabbed both of the bags they'd forgotten by the door and took them to the kitchen.

Cerat turned to follow, but Warden wasn't done. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and leaned over, pressing several kisses up and down his neck. "I missed you. You're staying with us now, right?" He asked as Cerat turned in his arms, then hugged him.

"Is Drake still moderately house trained?" Cerat asked, earning a growl from the kitchen as they heard stuff banging around.

I better get in there soon or risk losing this place to a fire.

"For the most part." Warden said as he took Cerat's hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

Drake had just turned on the blender when they stepped inside. Judging from the two opened packages of steak on the counter, he was likely making Cerat's welcome home treat.

"That better have spinach in it. I haven't had that stuff in forever and I've had a serious craving for it." Cerat said as he walked over, sniffing at the blender before Drake stopped it and opened the lid.

The smile on Cerat's lips made Warden grin. He watched the two interact for the next few moments and felt himself finally relax. He'd heard of the phrase absence makes the heart grow fonder but it seemed like it was actually true for them.

When a strong knock sounded on the door, Warden snapped out of his thoughts and followed Drake and Cerat to it. He expected Drake to glance through the peephole first, but when he just bared his teeth and swung the door open, he realized that he likely knew who was on the other side.

"Bitch. I thought we went through this last time. No dick for you." Drake growled to the angel standing before them.

Casius scowled and shoved a folder of papers against Drake's chest. "I'm just here to give that disgusting leech his citizenship papers. If you hadn't slammed the door on my face the last time we'd met, you'd have gotten them much sooner."

Wrong thing to say to Drake.

"Is that so, Mr. Delivery cock?" Drake snarled as he quickly stepped into Casius's personal space.

"Don't get blood on the rug. They charge a fortune to clean stains out of the hallway... remember the last time you attacked that pizza delivery boy because they put pineapple on your pizza by mistake?" Warden warned, making Drake growl even louder.

They had been lucky that it had only been a few nips from his wolf or Drake would have likely spent some of his time in a not so nice place.

"Drake, come on. He just wants to get a rise out of you, and that's our job." Cerat said as he reached forward, taking one of Drake's hands and tugging.

Drake didn't move for a tense minute before lunging forward just enough to startle Casuis into forcing his wings out, shredding the fancy shirt that he'd been wearing. The look on Casius's face as his shirt fell to the floor in pieces seemed good enough for Drake, because he bared his teeth one more time before turning and walking back inside, slamming the door shut behind himself and locking it.

Warden was actually pretty proud until Drake grabbed his chin with one hand and Cerat's with the other. "I believe there was talk about making something rise?" He asked.

"I want to drink my smoothie..." Cerat mumbled, a blush coming to his cheeks.

He really is doing much better after having a good source of blood for so long. Warden thought before he was forced to focus when Drake's mouth began devouring his.

"I'll eat my chicken first, then. You better not run away though, leech. You've been taunting me for months."

Warden turned his head in order to get in a decent breath of air before speaking. "We should cook our food, too." He rasped, only for Drake to kiss him again.

"Put it in the oven and set the timer. I bet we can beat it..." He growled, making Warden swallow hard and shiver.

"I think I like this porn movie. Please, continue." Cerat said, his smoothie suddenly in his hand as he sipped at it, seemingly content to watch them go at each other.

Drake scowled at him, then pulled Warden into the bedroom and kicked the door shut, leaving a frustrated Cerat banging on the other side after he flicked the lock.

"You bastard! I wait for you guys for a year and you lock me out of our first threesome?" He yelled.

Warden shrugged Drake off and nonchalantly began undressing, rolling his eyes as Drake nearly tore his own clothing off.

"I know you did that just to pick on him. You must actually like him a lot now. What exactly have you two been talking about through your connection?" He asked before Drake pounced on him.

They just barely landed on the bed, with Warden almost falling off the far corner.

"He'll get his turn." Drake grumbled as he began nipping at Warden's neck, drawing a sigh from him.

"You are ridiculous, dog."

There was silence for a moment before Cerat yelled through the door.

"You forgot to even put your food in the oven!"

Of course. The only thing that can distract Drake from food... sex.

"We can cook after." Drake said right before Warden rolled his eyes again and yelled back. "You can open the door using a penny!"

Drake scowled at him for that, but when Cerat stalked inside a few moments later, leaving the door open behind him, Warden knew that he'd done the right thing. It didn't take Drake more than a few moments of staring at Cerat's now-bare chest before he was reaching for him.

Cerat, deciding to return the jab Drake had given him when he'd locked him out of the bedroom, stepped just out of reach and flashed a partial grin, showing just enough fang to look pretty damn cute.

Never thought I'd think that fangs were cute.

"Come here, Cerat. You wanted to play with us." Drake said, an authoritative tone to his voice that had Cerat looking down and licking his lips.

When he didn't move, Drake turned his attention back to Warden and leaned down, kissing him until he was panting hard, then winked and slid from the bed. Turning his head to the side to see what Drake was doing, Warden found him pinning Cerat against the wall beside the large dresser, his left hand resting against Cerat's right cheek while his right one had a firm grasp on his waist.

"You've been taunting me for months, little leech. Now that you finally have my physical attention, you're getting all embarrassed?" Drake rasped, his voice a partial growl from his internal wolf.

Warden pushed himself up on the bed, trying to decide whether he should intervene or not. Drake wasn't forcing anything inappropriate, though the atmosphere was getting more and more tense by the second and one of them was definitely going to break soon.

To his surprise, Cerat was the one to make the first move. He got up on his toes and leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Drake's lips for barely a second before ducking his head to the side and pressing his lips against the warm skin at his neck.

Instead of reacting negatively, like Warden thought might happen, Drake just gave a deep chuckle and easily lifted Cerat up, letting the guy wrap his legs around his bare waist at the same time he did the same with his arms around his neck before he turned toward the bed.

"Bite away, I'm going to enjoy sinking things into you soon, too." Drake growled.

Warden watched Cerat's face color as he bit down with his own hungry growl. After scooting back to give them both room, Warden didn't hesitate to look over Cerat's naked upper half. He looked a thousand times better than he had. His ribs were no longer visible unless he flexed his back slightly. His skin was clear and a soft tan color, as opposed to its previous sickly faded grey or white.

When he met Cerat's eyes over Drake's shoulder, Warden felt his throat dry up instantly, making him swallow hard. He looks like he wants to eat me. The idea didn't bother him in the least, though.

As Drake slowly worked Cerat's pants off while he fed, Warden crawled forward and settled beside them. He only had to wait a few moments before Cerat retracted his fangs from Drake's neck and unwrapped his arms, clearly intent on switching to him.

"Does he taste as good as you remember?" Warden teased as he happily opened his arms for Cerat.

He got an immediate nod as Cerat wrapped his arms around his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Warden could taste the copper remnants from Drake's blood, but it didn't bother him much. He let his attention turn away from the feeling of fangs slipping into his neck a few moments later and began rubbing his hands along the cool expanse of Cerat's naked body.

I've had him once before, but I hadn't had much time to really enjoy touching. He thought as his left hand slid along Cerat's backside and gave a gentle squeeze, immediately eliciting a quiet moan to vibrate from Cerat's lips pressed firmly against his skin.

He let his hands wander greedily for another several minutes before lifting his eyes to Drake, who was watching without an ounce of embarrassment.

"Might be able to get used to this easier than I thought." He said gruffly as he slowly moved toward them like a predator stalking prey.

Drake lifted a hand to press against Cerat's back, gently guiding him and Warden to lie down on the blankets. There was a tense silence as Drake settled himself on his hands and knees over them both, but when Warden met his eyes, he realized that he was speaking with Cerat through their connection.

A smirk slid across Drake's lips a few moments after his eyes refocused. Warden was just opening his mouth to ask him what he was going to do when he noticed Drake adjust the position of his hips after stealing a bit of lube from a bottle laying on the blankets nearby, then wrapping his arms partially around him and Cerat as he pressed his lips to Warden's.

He began to feel a growing rocking sensation against him as Cerat tensed and untensed a few times in his arms. When it started getting rougher, Cerat released his neck, panting hard as he began to moan in unison with Drake's thrusts.

They continued for a few moments before Drake suddenly stopped and leaned up on his arms, glaring down at Cerat, who was slowly turning his attention over his shoulder with a partial smirk.

"The hell are you thinking with that emotion, you cocky little leech?" Drake growled.

Cerat chuckled quietly before replying roughly. "A grandma could do better."

Oh. Shit. This is not the time to stab at his ego!

And that was exactly what it was, too. Drake was damn good at sex, Warden could attest to that, so he knew that Cerat was messing with him right then.

When Drake met his eyes, Warden gave a very slight shake of his head, but he could already hear Drake's wolf growling through his human form. Needless to say, there was nothing he could do when Drake dragged Cerat off of him, then pounced.

Warden knew that he wouldn't have been able to take it, but his eyes widened in surprise when Cerat rolled onto his back and wrapped his arms and legs around Drake as his hips worked feverishly.

I'm almost jealous of that kind of stamina, but I know someone who's backside is going to need iced tonight.

When they both finished with a loud growl from Drake and a shuddering moan from Cerat, Warden's own length was quite uncomfortably hard. He was just inching beneath one of the blankets to take care of himself when Drake slowly pulled out of Cerat and looked toward him. He was panting hard and sweating from exertion, but there was no way of hiding the look in his eyes.

Shit. He's still hungry.

Granted, Warden could hear Drake's stomach growl loudly, but he knew that food wasn't on his mind as he hurried to pin him down against the pillows, blocking his view of Cerat still panting where he lay against the blankets.

It did give him a good view of Drake, though... and of the item between his legs that clearly wasn't quite ready to go again. He seemed to realize that too after a few moments, because he suddenly turned and dropped down onto his back beside him, his face showing that he wasn't exactly pleased, but there was another emotion there he couldn't quite pinpoint as he made himself sit up.

"I'll be fine, I can just use my hands." Warden said right before Drake rolled onto him, pushing him back down against the pillows, only to roll over, leaving Warden on top of him, his eyes wide and confused.

"I promised that one day you'd get to do it..." Drake grumbled as he yanked some of the blankets over them at the sound of Cerat's snicker.

Warden couldn't process his words, but when Drake reached between them after grabbing another tube of lube from the nightstand and slipping it beneath the blankets, then grasped Warden's length and guided it until the tip brushed against Drake's too-warm entrance, he realized what he was offering.

"Fuck." He rasped, drawing a snort from Drake.

"About time you got it." He growled as Warden began to slowly push inside, clearly unsure about what he was doing. He was so used to Drake topping him that it took him a few awkward minutes and a couple strong jerks from Drake's hips before he finally got himself into a decent rhythm.

"Are you okay?" Warden asked as he kept working, being extra careful not to unintentionally hurt him.

Drake looked like he was partially enjoying it, but it was clear that he wasn't normally a bottom, if he'd ever let anyone do it at all. When he forced a tense smile and pulled Warden down for a rough kiss, though, he realized that it would be okay. He hurried to finish as their tongues danced together, then gently pulled out before dropping down right next to him with a content sigh. He'd liked making love to Drake for once, but he probably wouldn't request to do it again for a long time. It was definitely a sweet gesture, though, and he really appreciated it.

It wasn't five seconds later before Cerat was snuggled in between them, his chest firmly pressed against Warden's back as Drake's arms pulled them both into a strong hug. They still needed to make dinner and probably call a few people for work, but Warden decided to just relax for a little while longer. Besides, considering how much energy Drake had just expended, he didn't doubt that he'd just eat the meat raw, thawed or not.

Rolling over at the sound of quiet snores, Warden grinned as he saw Cerat out cold between them. It was no surprise since he'd fed from them both, then took part in quite voracious physical activity.

Glancing over Cerat's shoulder, he noticed Drake roll his eyes, then reach up and across Cerat's sleeping form to brush a strand of hair from in front of Warden's left eye.

"We'll get up soon and rinse off, then make dinner."

Warden smiled and nodded against the pillow his head rested on, closing his eyes as he felt Drake's hand settle against his messy hair. In that exact moment, he couldn't have been happier.