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Grayson x Drakebrine part 3

If you haven't read the second part...this part may be disturbing or just very, VERY awkward... I guess this is semi-mature, but whatever. So, WARNING FOR SLIGHT MATURITY!
Read if you want to!
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"This isn't what it looks like!" The ex-commander yelled in a panic.

Who was he kidding? This was exactly what it looked like! Well, sort of. He could only imagine what thoughts were running wildly through Drake's mind, his mis-matched eyes still locked onto him with what he could only think was horror in their gaze. Grayson looked down, screaming before grabbing the blanket and finally covering his nude body.
Drake looked down, screaming as he noticed his body completely nude. His cheeks burned red, and his hand shot out to grab his shirt that was closest to were he sat. He held it over his exposed lower region, hiding it from Grayson's sight. What the heck was going on and why were they undressed?!

  "Grayson, what did you do?!" He shouted.

The blonde could barely speak, his cheeks aching and burning hot. "Herobrine took control of you...he...did things. I'm so sorry!"

Drake looked down at the ground, his face and cheeks burning and more red than they had ever been. Grayson's face was just as red, his skin still drenched in sweat and his breathing still uneasy. His guilt was returning, once again hating himself because he hadn't fought back and stopped things from going too far. How could he have done that to his love against his unconscious will?
He looked at the ground, quickly grabbing his boxers and put them on. As he did so, Drake looked up, shocked when he momentarily saw Grayson's lower region. He looked away and covered his mouth with his hand, heart racing and his blush already so bad that it couldn't get any deeper a color. Other than embarrassment, he had another weird feeling inside him, and he couldn't tell what it was but it left an aching feeling in his chest.

"So...we had..?" His breath caught in his throat and made his choke and gag. He was filled with shock and slight horror that he had been intimate with his best friend against both of their wills.

Grayson got down onto his knees in front of Drake, not knowing what to do. "Drake, I'm so sorry! I d-didn't know what to... I-I..."

He tried not to, but he couldn't help but wrap his arms around Drake's bare torso, pulling him closer to himself and practically crushing him in his grip. He still enjoyed being able to hold him close and feel his human and Enderman skin, even when he was having this mixture of negative feelings swarming in his being.

  "I love you, Drake.. I should have told you before, but I was sc-scared! I didn't know how you'd react but... I never wanted it to happen this way!"

For a few more seconds, Grayson sobbed into the hybrid's bare shoulder and bruised collarbone with teeth marks on his sore skin. Drake put his arms around his friend, patting his bare back as his mind processed everything. His heart was pumping hastily and his already sweat covered body was sweating once again. It was strange having Grayson this close to him while he was...nude, but he didn't let it bother him in the slightest.

The blonde choked out a few more words. "H-he was going to hurt you I-if I tried to fight back! I couldn't let him do that...I can't... I can't let you die or get hurt. I need you...you're my reason to live."

Drake put his hands on Grayson's shoulders and gently pushed him away from his body so the two looked at each other eye to eye. They both still had tears in their eyes, the blood in their faces slowly becoming less visible but their blushes still remained. Grayson wanted to hold him close again and to stay in his arms like they were before, but now he braced himself for the painful rejection. He closed his eyes and waited.
Instead of hearing Drake's deep voice tell him that he didn't feel the same way, the blonde instead felt the familiar feeling of soft skin press against his lips. His eyes opened in shock, finding Drake kissing him against his quivering lips, his face becoming warm again.
Was this actually happening? Was his beloved actually returning his feelings? His eyes closed again as his arms wrapped around Drake once more,enjoying having him in his arms, and having it actually be Drake and not some demon controlling his body.
His back pressed against the floor as he laid back, feeling Drake's lips press harder against his own before his tongue found it's way into his mouth. It rubbed against every inch of his mouth that it could, the hybrid's saliva covering everything and going down Grayson's throat. Drake pulled back, the two of them gasping for breath.

  "I love you too! I honestly didn't realize until now, but... I love you. I need you with me just as much as you need me."

Grayson smiled and quietly laughed, tears of guilt turning into tears of joy. He thought the hybrid would be a lot more enraged at him, and he honestly never thought that he would love him back. He looked up at Drake as he sat on top of him, the red, burning sensations returning to their faces.

Grayson spoke with a stutter from embarrassment. "So... Are you going to get dressed, or..."

Drake tilted his head and looked at Grayson with a lustful gaze as he stroked his chest. The blonde let out a small, quiet moan. He admittedly loved that look of lust in his loves eyes, his arms reaching up and wrapping around Drake's torso. His left hand moved up and let his fingers entangle in the hybrid's messy brown and black hair.

The Mage finally spoke, his tone deep and seductive. "Well, I was thinking about having a little fun first. The night is still early, after all. But...I understand if you feel tired after..." His last sentence sounded disappointed.

Grayson pulled his head closer, until both of their warm noses touched each other. "No, no! I'm never too tired for you."

Their lips pressed against each other, their lips parting and tongue going into the others mouth, exploring every cranny they could touch. Intense warmth returned to their beings, and aching feelings to bring pleasure to the other.
To the blonde, this felt so much better than it did before, when Drake was possessed and not as loving with the way he treated him. This felt so much more pleasureful and more true. Finally he could have his love in his arms and not feel strange. Finally he could express how he truly felt, without having to be consumed by fear. To him, with the hybrid lovingly in his arms and lips pressed against his body, he was finally truly happy again, and finally returned to paradise.