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Drashi reluctantly did as commanded and joined Connor on the bed. He was still confused about everything that had happened, was confused about the red that now stood out among the normally blue liquid... was it not simply a gift after all? Was it some how connected to him?

His mind drifted so full of ideas and worries that Drashi didn't even know where to start. Rolling to face Connor he looked at the boys back, bar the blood stains that remained it seemed as if the flesh itself had healed as if nothing had ever happened.... strange. Was this how it had been for him? Why did it feel like it had been so much worst? All he could remember was panting in pain in a puddle of blood, sweat and tears and he tries to catch his breath. Two monsterous things heavy upon his back... and he could still remember wanting to rip them off, to remove the very things that had caused him so much pain. Yet in the end he had not been able to do anything.

A headache began to throb, and although his instincts wanted him to hold Connor close he didn't in fear of hurting him again. Instead Drashi stayed still, hoping that his brain would switch off and allow sleep to swallow him once more.

Unable to sleep he waited until Connor was alseep before sneaking out of bed to clean the bloody mess that had been left behind. Once it was done he had got back into bed as if nothing had happened. Not too long after that he finally drifted to sleep.

The movement of Connor getting out of bed actually woke Drashi but he didn't stirr, not wanting to steal all of Connor's attention. Once the bathroom door closed Drashi got up, sitting on the egde of the bed... for some reason he felt hyper aware of Connor.... and the images running through his mind were not fit to repeat. What was up with him? He still felt as if he was being drawn to him like two magnets; yet he was the one at the disadvantage. Unable to help himself or his thoughts. Unable to do anything but watch Connor's every move.

"Grrrrrr!" He grumbled, pulling his haid roughly as he lowered his gaze to the floor. What the hell was he going to do?

Without much thought Drashi ripped off his PJ's before walking into the bathroom in his boxers. He hadn't been thinking that Connor was in there, he had simply been thinking he would wash at the sink... get dressed... and go for a walk. Maybe it would help give him some clarity. Yet the moment he entered the room the scent of Connor surrounded him. He growled again. The dangerous sound escaping him as his eyes turned to Connor with the trained attention of an assassin. He stalked forward, not thinking about his actions as he clasped Connor's chin forcing him to look up at him. Drashi didn't speak for a moment, his eyes flashing from blue to red before returning and remaining blue.

When he finally did speak he said; "Mine."

Hearing the word escape Connor's lips brought a chill of delight to Drashi. "Good." He purred before releasing him, it was only then he realised that Connor was stood naked in the shower.... why had he even come in here? He frowned, completely confused by his actions as he turned towards the door of the bathroom. He paused, turning around to wave and say a few words before departing swiftly; "Enjoy your shower.... I need to talk to you when you're finished." There was a soft seriousness in his tone as he turned once and for all and left the room.

Back in the bedroom he kept himself busy by making beds and cleaning up, completely oblivious to the fact that he was still in his boxers. His mind was simply too full of others things.... and confusion was foremost in his mind. It was as if his words and actions had a mind of their own, he wasn't fully conscious of a making a decision before seeing them unfold before his very eyes. What was he going to do?!

Drashi turned as Connor reentered the bedroom, hyper aware of everything about the lad as always.....

He watched Connor get dressed, a perverted action perhaps but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Of course he waited until he spoke, and as Connor's quite question and blush reached him he couldn't help but smile even as he knew the question his mind refused to let go. "Are you..." He hesitated for a moment, not wanting Connor to take his words the wrong way, still he continued; "...a virgin?" The very idea that anyone else had touched the incubus before him made his very skin crawl, especially since Drashi found himself wanting to protect and claim every inche of the lad for himself.... an action that still felt alien to him.

Before he allowed Connor to answer more words flooded from his lips. "Sorry... I.... just need to know." He blurted out, he wasn't sure he could let Connor go even if he wasn't but he needed to know.... that way he could go beat whoever was first to a blubbering pulp.

Drashi understood the unspoken words. It ruffled his feathers a little but the logical side of his mind knew the truth of the situation.... Connor was an incubus, and because of that he would obviously be drawn to all things carnal. Closing his eyes to focus himself he opened them and smiled at Connor before walking towards him and tugging the lad to him. Placing his head on Connor's he took a moment to just breath and indulge. "Sorry." He soothed, giving Connor a little squeeze, "It's ok." He kissed Connor's hair before pulling back a little to look down at him. "Forget I asked.... please."

He didn't want to let go. Didn't want break the small connection they had.

Usually Drashi would leave the dorm alone, spend most of the day alone or with his friends.... but today... well, he wanted to spend it with Connor. "How about...." he grinned, a playful tint in his eyes, "....we go out? A date if you will. Get to know each other...." He sobbered a little, "The real us, not the subspecies version of us."

It was only as the offer was accepted that Drashi realised he was still in his boxers. Not wasting any more time he stepped towards his wardrobe. It didn't take long for him to pick his outfit.... he wore practically the same thing day after day after day. Black shirt. Blue jeans, today slightly torn. And his ribbons. He never went out without them. Habit.

"Yeah..." He said, looking over his shoulder at Connor while he continued dressing. "Where you want to go?"