Drakos

He cried himself to sleep. After all of the struggling and fighting, he finally gave up and gave in to his fatigue. I laid him in bed, gently pulling the cover over him and imparting a kiss on his temple. His cheeks were stained with his tears, yet his face was relaxed in slumber.

I felt relieved that he wasn't grimacing in pain despite being unconscious. My heart ached staring at him. There has to be a reason why he's so hostile and so distrusting. What exactly happened in his youth to cause that degree of anger in such a small man? My frown deepened as I ran a finger across his perfectly arched eyebrow. I'll find out the cause, and when I do, I'll ensure that I'll erase every bad memory and rewrite it with marvelous ones.

He'll never have to cry anymore or feel afraid to open up to others.

I reluctantly left the room and went back downstairs only to find Lisa putting up a fight with Falcon. Stephon entered at the same time from the opposite threshold that led to the guest wing, wearing an angry expression.

"Bitch, get off of him!" He roared lunging for Lisa, not knowing that Falcon was more than capable of subduing her. He's only exercising restraint, not wanting to hurt the woman. I didn't bother to stop him and smiled smugly when he landed an echoing slap to her face, sending her to the floor with a startled yelp. She glared at both men, cursing them viciously.

"I demand to see Drakos this instant! I don't deserve to be treated like this!"

"Bitch, if you ever place your hands on my man, I'll skin your boney ass alive." Stephon threatened.

Falcon sent him a loving stare that Stephon returned with an air kiss. These two. I shook my head. They weren't aware that I stood on the other side of the room. I cleared my throat and walked further into the room.

They all turned to me.

"Drakos, darling--" She began.

"I thought I told you to leave, Lisa." My tone was calm but venomous.

She got up on her feet with much struggle, placing a pitiful look on her face, pointing a finger at Stephon, "He attacked me!"

"As he should." I said flatly. "You were told to leave and you refused to. So that only leaves us to remove you forcefully."

"Drakos you mustn't treat me like this," She demanded. "I'm carrying your child."

"This brazen bitch," Stephon rolled his eyes to the heavens.

"Stephon," Falcon hissed.

"What? It's obvious she's a a whore, that child could belong to a hobo for all we know," Stephon said visciously, displaying his dislike for the woman.

I glared at Lisa who stared back, her eyes filling with tears. My eyes lowered to her slightly bluging stomach with creased brows. So she is truly expecting. But I felt no connection to the child.

"Lisa you've been gone for almost three months, if I assume correctly, that child cannot possibly be mine. Who knows what cock you bounced on to conceive it. However, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll take a paternity test, and that is after the child is born. So, I'll see you in about...what? Seven months?" I said, fixing my cufflinks with nonchalance.

"Drakos!" She cried out and I strode angrily over to her, fighting the notion to strangle her.

"Leave, now. You are not welcomed here. I will have security do so if you do not. This is my final warning."

She sniffed, regaining her composure. "Let it be that way, then. When this child is born, you will be sorry you turned your back on us. This is the child you've always wanted." She said angrily.

I smiled, not giving a damn about her or her bastard child. "Oh, no, Lisa. You are dreadfully mistaken. I turned my back on you, not the child, because it's not mine. But, I will have you know that I've already gained my heart's desire. As a matter of fact, I'm headed upstairs to give it a little nourishing. Falcon, see her out please." I spared her not another glance and left the room, a small smile pulling on my lips when Asche and our unborn child entered my thoughts.

Asche woke up hours later, his eyes fluttering open to rest upon my face.

He blinked several times before realization kicked in. He tried to sit up but I tenderly placed an arm on his shoulder to keep him down.

"Rest,"

"No," He grimaced.

"Did you forget that you are carrying a child? You must take care of yourself for the sake of the child." I told him.

He rolled his eyes and looked away.

I watched as his cheeks turned scarlet, possibly from a perverted thought.

I raked my fingers through his hair, feeling a burst of affection for this young man. I desired to know more about him. What makes him laugh, what makes him cry, how he came to sell his body and many more. The good and the bad. I wanted to search through his mind and body inside and out, to get lost in his memories, to become one with him.

I ran my hand down his flat stomach with a rush of possessiveness, anticipating the arrival of our child.

He bit his lips, gazing up at me. "So this means you won't let me go?"

I sighed, sensing an argument brewing.

"Asche, don't you find me endearing?" I asked, caressing his cheek.

"Your cock is, but you, I'm not sure. I don't trust you. You've hurt me." He accused and truthfully, his comment stabbed me excruciatingly.

He likes my cock but not its wielder? How is that possible?

"Asche, I'm a half-dragon. You must understand that my dragon tends to want control. Especially since I've met you. He's obsessed with you."

Mate. My dragon said from my conscience.

I ignored him and tried to get my point across to Asche.

"Tell me Asche, tell me that you do not want what I can give you. You crave to be loved but you are afraid. I can love you with all my being, all my heart and all my soul. Just tell me who hurt you, where you're hurting and I'll try my best to fix it. Just tell me, please."

His eyes filled with tears and he glanced away once more, "Don't beg like that, you'll make me feel awful."

Drakos

He hid his face behind his arm and sniffled. For the several days that I spent with him, I gathered up that he tries to hide his true emotions in fear of others taking advantage of them. He's a hard shell that I'll have to crack slowly.

"Asche, I really do care about you," I said softly, gazing down at him.

"You're a creep. You stalked me for weeks. You even showed up on my job. That shit isn't normal. And now I'm pregnant. Me! Me, pregnant! That's a hard pill to swallow and all I'm asking for is space to think, to at least come to terms with my predicament but you won't allow me to." He explained between sniffles.

My eyes softened and a stab of hurt pierced through me. I did not want him to view me as some disturbing man who's trying to keep him incarcerated in my home. Maybe I'm behaving too aggressive with him. He is with child after all. Perhaps a few days with Stephon out in the city can be a breath of fresh air for him. They can possibly reconcile and get past their misunderstanding.

"I'm truly sorry that I've frightened you," I told him, a rueful look taking my features. "But, if it's your desire to have some time for yourself, then it shall be granted. Starting tomorrow, you can go wherever you want, with the exception of allowing Stephon to accompany you."

"I'm not having that traitorous bastard follow me around. I'd rather do so myself," He snarled.

I shook my head at him. "Oh, no. I insist. This bad blood between you both needs to be cleansed. You two were inseparable, now you barely even acknowledge each other."

"Thanks to you and your frivolous brother, we are now done. Cut and dry." He said vehemently.

"But that can be fixed," I said.

He sighed incredulously. "You fucked up our friendship, Drakos. There's no going back. I should hate you for that but you're not solely to blame. He allowed you to fool him and he's to blame for it. He knew what he was getting himself into."

"But did you ask him why he did it?" I quirked a brow at him.

"No," He huffed. "And I don't care. He's no friend of mine."

"Then you'll be left in here to brood about your friendship. In the meantime, I'll be at my company, catching up on what I've missed because of a certain runaway prostitute." I emphasized the runaway prostitute part and he winced.

"I'm not staying here!" He exclaimed.

"You won't be if you'd just talk to him. I must confess, he's a thorn in my side at times, but he's now my brother-in-law and you're carring my heir, so that makes you my husband-to-be. At least you both kept it in the family and I'm glad you did." I countered.

He rolled his eyes and sank further into the pillows, angry. "I shouldn't forgive him. He hurt me. He was my best friend. I trusted him but he chose you over me."

I mused over this for a brief moment, understanding his reluctance. No friend should bretay that trust that was built or even grown in a friendship. When it's dug up or severed it's hard to grow back when the person refuses to plant that seed, only to be destroyed once more. Trust is very substantial and if its lost, it can't be gained back so easily or even at all. Friendships are strong but they can also be fragile. One wrong move and it shatters into a million pieces, unable to be placed back together. This may be the case with Asche. Stephon has his work cut out for him.

"Saying sorry will not fix your friendship, but taking a step forward would and I'm begging you to at least hear what he has to say. He's worried about you. He even asked to see you but I refused him." I said, removing his hand from his face and kissing his palm. "Talk to him, my liare, for it is right. Now I must go. When I get back, I'd like to see you two smiling and talking as you should." I placed one more kiss on his palm and got up from the bed.

He grabbed me by my arm and I stilled, staring at him. "What--what happened to Lisa?" He tentatively asked and my face went grim.

"Gone," Was all I said and he released me, a relieved look shifting across his face only to be quickly replaced by stoicism.

"Oh, okay. Send him in then. I guess we should talk."

"Yes, you should." I smiled and walked out of the room.

So he was jealous.

I found Stephon seated on Falcon's lap as they watched a Netflix show on my large flatscreen T.V. Falcon's hands were roaming down his thigh suggestively as Stephon giggled like a lovestruck female. Seeing them both openly expressing their affections for each other made me feel envious, wishing that Asche would someday return my affections. Falcon immediately took notice of my appearance and crooked his neck to me, "I finally got rid of your desperate whore. She left scratches on my arms," He complained bitterly.

I scoffed, "You'll recover." Then I averted my eyes to Stephon whose head was still turned towards the T.V.

"I should have clawed her eyes out. The sheer audacity of these harlots nowadays." Stephon said, harshly.

"Now, now, baby. You know we shouldn't threaten my brother's guests." Falcon ran a hand down his thigh with a disapproving look.

"But she hurt you!" He reared back from Falcon's touch.

"She wasn't a guest," I objected, harshly. "And he had all rights to physically remove her or subdue her if necessary.

"Why, thank you brother-in-law, I see me and you agree on something for once." His eyes twinkled with new found respect for me.

"You're very much welcome to celebrate this with a visit to Asche. He's in dire need of your presence." I gave him an encouraging smile.

Shock was his first reaction, then he jumped up from Falcon's lap cheerfully. "Oh my fucking weasles it's been long overdue! Falcon baby, you can suck my cock in the pool later, I have some catching up to do!" He skipped out of the room and I couldn't help but laugh. Falcon joined me, shaking his head and looking up to the heavens.

"He will be the death of me."