I was reading some of the plentiful DrakexOC stories here on when this came to mind. I'm not mocking any of the authors of these stories, and this isn't meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy!


Drake Merwin was in love.

There was no other way to describe it. He had never been one to feel any emotion aside from hate very strongly, but this was something very different. How Caine must feel for Diana, he remembered with a grimace. But this was stronger than Caine's pathetic puppy love.

He never dreamed of hurting the object of his affections; instead, he worshipped her. She was a god, and he a mere mortal. She was everything he wanted and more; sadistic, so able to help him in his quest for pleasure; beautiful, but not so much that she would be taken from him by jealous boys; and very, very willing to do as he told her to do. That was another great thing about their relationship; she never asked questions, never wondered what, where, and why. She just did the job, and Drake almost felt like congratulating her every time they, together, managed to scare another Coates kid on to Caine's side. She was perfect in Drake's eyes; even the first letter of her name was beautiful. 'G'. He hadn't much liked the letter before he met her, but now it was his favourite.

They lay on the bed together now. Drake was stretched out next to her, taking in her appearance. Her plentiful curves, her dark colouring. She really was perfect. His hand pressed against her body, caressing it softly. He moved so he leaning on his side, looking down at her. Gorgeous. Drake bent down to kiss her, when, without warning, the door to his room was flung open.

"Drake?" a disbelieving voice asked. Ladris. Drake did his best to ignore the interruption, but she just stood in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. "What the fuck are you- oh my God, are you making out with your gun?"


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