A/N: Not really LONG, but I have updated. I might do this kind of thing more often with as short as this is.
:: Ron and Jake in an undisclosed location ::
Ron was looking from one to the other, indecision all over his face, screwing the lines into a pouting cringe. Jake didn't understand the whole issue. Truthfully, he was off to the side leaning against the wall, his jeans dark with a red skin tight shirt Ron had begged and kissed sucked him into - and all meanings applied to this innuendo, he thought with amusement and a bit of lust. Only a bit, though, because he was plum tuckered out!
Ron was outfitted in something that, in his opinion, was a sin. The blond was delicious looking in his black jeans that looked poured on and a white shirt that was so tight, it looked like it was paint applies directly to flesh. Jake decided that if his lover was this confident after sex every time, he was going to have to do something to make his awakening boner less obvious. Like a mile long shirt or really baggy pants. A cup, possibly. SOMETHING, damn it! He shifted, adjusting himself with the movement. He then sighed, glancing down to the tight, perky bum that kept his eyes so low since he knew for a fact that nothing but muscles dimples were under the cloth. Saliva filled his mouth as the thought of biting it, nibbling along the spine up to the neck and laying possessive kisses there.
Ron was, in a word, oblivious of his torment and the brunet was aching by now.
Didn't they just get through with a marathon of sex? Oh, no, apparently not since his draconian libido was shouting at him to do something. Jake groaned and forced the heel of his hand against his face to relieve the building pressure. The soft, soothing scent and cool caresses of his mate had him looking up, bleary-eyed and stressing after just being calm moments before.
"Jake?"
The question was hesitant, worried and the dragon did wonder about why he was having such issues. He wasn't sure, but it was like he couldn't breathe. Something was in his lungs and it appeared to only be affecting him. He stood straight, taking Ron's hand and starting to walk away when vertigo hit. His knees gave out and the blond boy grabbed him up, holding him close. "Damn it," the dark-haired boy growled in a slur. Something was going on...Something in the air... "Can't breathe...air..."
He never noticed when he fell comatose, hanging limply against Ron and causing the blond to panic and scream for help.
:: Draken and Sheego ::
As he disembarked with the wilting and uncommunicative woman held to his side to keep her upright, he was relieved to see the limo in wait. It was a short one, but one of the better ones: bullet proofed ballistics glass, titanium over a steel roll-cage, and a few other delightful and non-showy perks that made the owner of the vehicle such a good associate and nearly a friend to the doctor.
When the driver, a tall man built like a brick wall sporting I-beam arms and legs, opened the door, Draken helped Sheego sit comfortably before taking his own directly across from his contact and associate. It had been rumored that said contact was pulling back from the darker side of the business for his youngest siblings benefits. Possible, really. bot the whole reason, though.
"It is good to see you whole, Doctor. It would seem, however, that your companion is not well?"
It was phrased as a question, sounded like one, but the blue-skinned man knew it was meant as an observation so only nodded. "Yes, one of many reasons to leave for a vacation. It is good to see you again."
"And you as well," was the amused reply. Draken smiled.
"Oh, stop with the formality. We're both rich men and I am the one in need, right, Artemis?"
The youth just smirked.