31. Fin.

I can feel you're awake, Cer. Drake thought to him, making Cerat scowl at the back of Warden's head. They'd moved at some point during the night and now he was squirming slightly in Drake's too-warm arms. It also didn't help that his butt was throbbing quite badly.

"Pretty sure that was all you. Well, me in you, but you goaded me." Drake said, quieting his words toward the end of his sentence when Cerat glared over his shoulder at him.

Shutting up now. Drake thought to him right before Warden rolled over and pulled Cerat into a hug, stealing him from Drake's arms with a sleepy smirk.

"Hey, I was using that ice cube. It's hot in here." Drake said, his tone mischievous as he sat up.

Cerat let himself enjoy the attention for a few moments before pushing himself up and yawning. He didn't even get five seconds of peace before Drake's hand was on his head, ruffling his already-messy bed-head.

"You're actually pretty cute when you aren't hissing or sucking on someone." Drake noted, then added. "Unless it's me, and there's no fangs involved."

Cerat leaned in when Drake swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, nipping the tip just enough to make it bleed. It got him a growl in response, but instead of any other action, Drake just rolled his eyes and leaned down, stealing a rough kiss from Warden.

"This chicken's not for breakfast." Warden mumbled once he was able to get in a decent gasp of air.

Drake pouted, but Warden just shoved his shoulder and got out of bed. His naked body drew, and held, their attention without fail until he disappeared into the bathroom.

"Dibs!" Drake yelled as he leaped from the bed, only to have the bathroom door shut in and locked in his face.

Cerat raised an eyebrow at the abrupt cock block and grinned. "You got dibs alright. Great job landing that bird."

Instead of the scowl he expected, Cerat's eyes widened when Drake suddenly pounced on him, pinning him easily to the blankets even though he was baring his fangs at him.

"You really enjoy taunting predators, don't you, you little carrot?" Drake grumbled.

Cerat knew that he wouldn't hurt him, even with the narrowed eyes and tightening grip on his arms. Drake's emotions were flowing through his mind, the guy having likely forgotten to keep the connection in check since he was clearly distracted.

"Your emotions are making me nauseous. I'm not a cuddler, and that's exactly what your mind is screaming at me right now." Cerat said with a straight face, making Drake's mouth slip open slightly from surprise.

"This damn bond thing is going to make me look like a pansy." Drake grumbled right before Cerat chuckled. "It's a pretty flower at least?"

The glare he got in response just made his smile grow as he reached up and grabbed Drake's face, pulling him down for a quick kiss.

"I'm going to go eat before we head back to finish all this stuff up for good." Cerat said, drawing a raised eyebrow from Drake as he leaned back, letting him get off the bed.

"I'll come with you." He said abruptly, making Cerat pause as he tugged up a pair shorts that were clearly a bit too big on him.

At that moment Warden stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist. Cerat licked his lips, his eyes locking on Warden's neck before he forced himself to take a few steps out of the room.

"Going to go drown myself in blood." He mumbled as he turned and hurried to the kitchen.

He was not looking forward to dealing with Bradeson and or the elder Caste, Warden's father, but he knew that he had to deal with it.

"If you're trying to be quiet about jerking our chicken off, it's not working, because your mind is definitely not being quiet about it." Cerat yelled tauntingly to the other room as he opened the fridge and got himself a pouch of blood.

Not bothering with the straw, he nipped the bag, then took a long drink. Thankfully, Drake was quick, and the two finished their little fun and emerged from the room fully dressed and just a little short of breath.

"We're ready." Drake said as he walked over, slinging an arm around Cerat's shoulders and guiding him toward the front door where War stood with his keys in his hands as he slipped on his shoes.

Cerat shrugged away from Drake's arm and tossed his empty bag of blood before heading into the bedroom to shower and change quickly.

When he straightened back up by the door after returning and slipping on his own shoes, Warden reached over and rustled his hair, earning a scowl as Cerat swatted at his hand, only to receive a quick peck on the cheek from Drake before being nudged out the door with both of the frustrating guys.

The drive took a bit due to traffic, but all of their thoughts seemed to be on other things because no one really spoke much until they were parked outside of the too-big building and stepping out of the car.

"Just a quick check in, then you're free for a while, right?" Warden asked, even though he'd told him a few times already. It was cute that he was so worried, but after dealing with the counsel several times during his one year probation away from Drake and Warden, Cerat wasn't nearly as nervous as he used to be.

"Yeah, and I have something I want to say to your dad." He said as he lead the way inside.

Warden walked on his left while Drake stalked behind them, no doubt glaring at anyone who dared to stare for too long.

You guys probably shouldn't have been fooling around right before leaving... but I bet you just wanted your sent on him after he washed it away in the shower. Cerat thought, fighting a sigh as they stepped into the elevator that would take them up to the counsel's floor.

"This should only take a moment so please let me do all the talking." Cerat said as he glanced over his shoulder at Drake, raising an eyebrow to earn himself an eye roll in response.

Luckily, Warden's father and Bradeson were both present in the large hall, though at least half of the seats were empty.

Darn.

When they walked in, all eyes lifted to them. Cerat was used to it, but he could feel Drake's aggression levels jump a bit through their bond.

Down Fido.

Drake growled quietly at him in response to the emotion he sent but Cerat just shrugged it off and walked forward, stepping up to the large desk that spanned a good portion of the far side of the room.

"Here for my final check in. I got my papers the other night." Cerat said as he looked both men in the eye, no longer anywhere near as nervous as he used to be to interact with others.

It was obvious that neither of them were that thrilled to see him, but to their credit, they hid it somewhat well.

"Have things been going well? It seems that you have moved into my son's home for the time being?" The elder Caste replied, making Cerat nod.

The man frowned, but quickly covered it with an indifferent look.

"Your blood supply is all set and your work is doing well? There are no issues we should know about?" Bradeson asked, leaning forward slightly on the desk.

Cerat nodded again, then grinned.

"Everything is going fine."

Bradeson and Warden's father glanced at each other, then shrugged.

"It seems that you are good to go. We expect you back here at the regular intervals we discussed, and for you not to cause any trouble." Mr. Caste said.

"Of course. Before I leave, though, I just wanted to let you know one thing." Cerat said as he took a step back, grabbing Drake's right wrist and Warden's left.

The two elders looked at each other again, then back to him. Cerat's smile widened as he looked at Warden's father.

"I fucked your son and he tastes like candy."

Before either man could break free of the stupor his words had caused, Cerat took a few quick steps backward, tugging both of his men with him, then turned and yelled. "Run!"

Without thinking, Warden and Drake followed. He couldn't sense Warden's thoughts, though the dark red blush on his face was pretty telling. Drake's mind, however, was flying every which way. Cerat was particularly happy, when they got to the elevator and started heading down, that the most prevalent emotion Drake was unintentionally sending out to him was something along the lines of being proud or overjoyed.

They weren't stopped by anyone as they darted out the front doors on the first floor, which seemed surprising to Warden and Drake.

"They can't do anything to me for that kind of thing. I'm a legal citizen, and even screwing their beloved son and sucking on him isn't grounds for punishment. I just can't snack on anyone who doesn't want it."

When he'd finished speaking, Drake burst out laughing, catching quite a few eyes, though no one dared to stare for long. Warden didn't seem to get the joke, but he did shake his head and grin as he tugged Cerat into his arms for a light hug.

"Well, what shall we do now with your newfound, official freedom... before my dad calls and verbally murders me for my poor life choices over the phone?"

Drake swung the keys to the car around his finger and gave them a look that screamed duh!

"Obviously, we're going to go home together and eat a hell of a lot of food, fill up that annoying rabbits water bottle, since it drinks more than I do in a week, then enjoy some real shit to tell your dad when he calls that he can preach about at church... but hopefully not tell your little sister by accident while listening to that sermon on seamen."

Cerat chuckled and raised an eyebrow at Warden as he leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss.

"Want this leech and dog to treat you right, our chicken?" He asked.

It took Warden a few moments to nudge aside his clear embarrassment that had been building to slowly nod and lean into the attention.

"Sounds like some kind of disturbing farm orgy, but yeah, I think I can handle you both." Warden replied in a whisper against Cerat's lips.

Of course, Drake had easily heard him, even though he had clearly been trying to keep his voice down and couldn't not reply with an excited howl.

"Challenge fucking accepted!"

(Hmm, think this one is pretty much done :3)

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