9. Snarl

He doesn't quite taste like cat, but I think I could get used to the flavor. Drake thought as he finally released Cerat... then watched the vampire tackle Warden to the blankets. "Ferocious little bugger. Well, I'm gonna leave him to you now that I've had a nibble. Let me know if you don't need me!" Drake said as he stood up and returned to the food he had been cooking on the stove.

The hamburger was perfect, so he took it off of the burner and got down two plates. After loading them up with burger, then smothering them in ketchup, he began to dig in. Loud snarls and yelps were heard from the living room area, but eh, he knew that Warden could manage... or at least Cerat couldn't drink him dry. The guy's belly would get too full or he'd have to throw up. He was kinda surprised he hadn't yet, actually.

Glancing in the room from where he was leaning against the counter, Drake saw Warden pin Cerat down against the blankets. The angel was panting hard and his wings were unfurled.

Something caught his attention to the left of them as it blurred toward Warden, then latched onto his bottom lip. Oh my god. That rabbit is awesome. Maybe I won't eat it after all. Drake thought as he watched the rodent dig its buck teeth into Warden's lip. Blood began to run down the animal's fur as Warden snarled. Drake could tell that he wanted to jerk his head and get free of the beast, but at the same time he knew that it would rip his lip badly if he did so.

Pursing his own lips, Drake sighed and set his food down, then walked over. The rabbit wisely dropped from Warden's lip and bolted, leaving several pellets in its wake all the way across the room. Gross. He thought before redirecting his attention to Cerat and grabbing the back of the guy's head. Shoving it into the blankets, he watched as Warden darted out of range, then Drake released the vampire.

Of course, Cerat tried to bite and grab him, but Drake just slapped him hard across the face, then stood up and backed away. "Bitch, no one bites this dog unless he wants them to." He paused for a moment after saying that, then added. "And you're not a bitch."

Cerat sat back on his heels and glared, baring his teeth with a hiss.

"Tsk. That's a cat. I eat cats. Do you want me to eat you, little Carrot?" Drake asked as he leaned closer but made sure to remain out of reach.

"Fuck you." Cerat growled back, clearly still feeling the effects of the blood coursing through his veins.

Drake just chuckled and straightened back up. "We just went over that. Unless you grow a tail and an extra hole, I don't think we're gonna get together. So sorry."

"Stop instigating, Drake. He's got it hard enough as it is right now." Warden returned as he stalked past Drake and into the kitchen.

Drake followed, a smirk on his face as he watched Warden begin to clean blood from his lip. "He's not hard at all, though that biting thing kinda got me twitching down there."

That had his friend pausing, a paper-towel pressed against his mouth as he scowled. Drake just snickered and finished off his plate of food, then went for Warden's, since the guy didn't grab it yet. He only had so much nice in him. And after the food went away, usually the nice did, too.

"I'm assuming that was my portion?" Warden asked as he walked to the fridge after tossing the soiled paper-towel in the trash and pulling out a protein shake he'd brought over from the cafe at work.

As he turned, Drake walked over and snagged the drink, unscrewing the lid and taking a long swig. Before he could down the whole thing, however, the sound of ruffling feathers sounded, then a weight settled on his shoulder. You're lucky your bone sare hollow and you weigh half of what a normal person your size would. He thought.

"Oy. Chicken. Off my shoulder or I'm gonna eat you and take your boy-toy." Drake warned.

Warden shifted where he crouched on Drake's shoulder, his lighter weight nothing to the werewolf. "The last thing Cerat is to me is a toy, Drake." He noted, though still didn't move.

"Oh? Aren't there little angel and demon people on your shoulders telling you to deflower or save him? Granted, I guess you already tried to save him, so now you just have to hump him till you find a better personality, and you'll be good."

Drake ducked out from under Warden right before Warden could smack him. He ran into the single bedroom, laughing maniacally the entire way. He was about to jump on the guy's bed and maybe tear up a few pillows, like any good bad dog would, when he felt claws dig into his left arm and yank him backward to the floor.

The reaction he gave was instant, and aggressive. Drake felt his wolf break from of his skin as it jerked its head back and forth, shredding skin and cracking bones in the process. It fucking hurt, but he was so used to it that it didn't phase him anymore. Thankfully, his skin was reabsorbed by his body during the change... or Warden's bedroom floor would be disgusting.

When his body was fully formed he whirled around on Cerat and let out a roaring snarl, standing on his hind legs. The vampire wisely backed away, grabbing the rabbit and holding it up like a shield. It was literally crapping itself repeatedly. Nasty brown pinball dispenser. That's what you are. Drake thought as he snapped his oversized teeth at the two.

He couldn't talk while in his wolf form, except to other werewolves, but he sure as hell seemed to have gotten his point across. Unfortunately, until he calmed down completely, he was stuck being fluffy. At least he didn't challenge me after I growled at him. Drake thought, glad that something was already showing from their feeding and biting the vampire. Of course, they had a while to go, but something was better than nothing.

"I ate the rest of your food... since it was mine, anyways." Warden said as he walked in and began stripping out of his clothing.

He's not going back to work?

As if he'd heard his thoughts, Warden looked over at him. Drake lowered himself back to four paws and grinned as Warden tossed his expensive shirt in the laundry basket Drake had brought over and set in the corner. "I'm not going back tonight. Dad has stuff covered, so I'm going to pass the hell out and enjoy every second of it."

You're lucky I actually did some stuff, like bring over a bed, blankets, and all the shit you forgot. Drake thought as hopped up on the bed. There wasn't even an box spring under it, but he didn't give a damn.

"Hey! You know I don't want fur up here. Go sleep on the floor or with Cerat." Warden grumbled as he shucked his pants, then crawled under the blankets with just boxers on.

Shut up, Tweety. Drake thought as he got up, then ran over the length of the large bed until he found a nice white pillow. Plopping his ass down on it, he made sure to rub on it a bit, then flopped over. His head landed on the pillow right next to the one Warden's was resting on, making his cold nose brush against the angel's.

The look he got was absolutely priceless. Drake felt his wolfish lips pull back into a smirk, then just to rub in the butthurt a little bit more, he ran his tongue from Warden's jaw to his forehead. He thought the gesture would get him punched, and he kind of deserved it, but when Warden just got up and switched off the light, then flopped back down in the bed, Drake huffed out a snort.

"I'm going to shave you in your sleep." Warden finally said as he snuggled into his blankets and closed his eyes on a yawn.

Then there would be a whole lot more fur in your bed, bud. Drake thought as he stood up, then leaned over and lifted the edge of the blanket with his nose. When there was enough space, he maneuvered himself beneath the blankets and pressed himself up against Warden. The guy grumbled, but he was out cold moments later.

You've always been a softy. He thought as he stifled a yawn, then closed his own eyes. He didn't go to sleep right away, though. Instead, he kept his ears perked up and listened as Cerat moved about the small apartment. He made his way to the kitchen and stayed there for a few minutes, but then wandered slowly into the bedroom.

Drake considered growling at him as he heard the guy get closer, but when the bed dipped near his feet, then he felt a light weight press up against them, he made himself stay quiet. It wasn't until fifteen minutes or so passed before he heard Cerat's quiet even breathing at the bottom of the bed.

I guess that's okay. He's not trying to bite us and he could definitely use some rest.

Satisfied, Drake nudged his head a bit more against Warden, earning a grunt, then relaxed his body, drifting off to sleep in seconds.