AN: What can I say except sorry for dissapearing for so long, I have no real excuse for it or defence except to say that at least I didn't leave it on a cliff hanger. I will not promise to catch up with the novels but I will promise not to vanish again until I have put up all the chapters for Iron Kissed.

There will be less chapters for Iron Kissed that there were for Blood Bound since the boys are in it less, except at the beginning at end, however there should still be at least four chapers. And without further ado, enjoy

Iorn Kissed - Part 1

Bad Movie Night came round once a week, it was something we had started over a year ago and been put on hold while Warren and I were separated. However with our reunion several weeks ago we had decided to revive it, meaning that every week a different person got to choose the movie we watched, this week it was my turn. Last week we had being at Mercy's and she had chosen To Wong Foo, while Wesley Snipes was an incredibly attractive man he made an absolutely hideous woman and I really hoped to get that memory out of my head. I was currently standing in the movie rental store and scanning the racks for a choice, I had being looking for Blade III to help block out the memory of Snipes as a woman but unfortunately they seemed to be out so I had to pick something else.

Scanning the shelves my eyes were caught by one of the titles, Queen of the Damned, and I remembered Ally mentioning it, something about a scantily clad pretty boy. This should be something Mercy could appreciate as much as Warren and I. I quickly went to the checkout desk and got the film, then I headed to the store, movie night needs popcorn.

My next stop was a corner in the back streets of Richmond, it was an area frequented by prostitutes and drug dealers but they were not the reason I was there. One of my clients needed proof that her husband was being unfaithful and deliberately spending most of their money before the divorce settlement was finalised and in an area like this there was only one person that I would trust to do the required surveillance work.

I had no sooner pulled up at the curb than Warren appeared at my window, out of the corner of my eye I was aware of several prostitutes looking disappointed and moving away. "Hey lover." I said as I wound the window down.

"Kyle." He said with a grin, "I followed him and let's just say if these whores always get paid as much as he was giving then they could afford some decent clothes and maybe some food."

I smiled, "Like I thought." I agreed, "Now get in this car before we both get done for solicitation."

Warren laughed as he walked around the car and got in the passenger side. Once he was inside I leant over and kissed him in a way that would leave any passing cop in no doubt that there was much more to us than a prostitute and his client.

Warren and I were working on getting his PI license sorted out but it was taking time, in the meantime he was doing the odd jobs for me so that he wouldn't feel like he was freeloading off me. Not that I cared, I had more than enough money, but Warren had his pride and despite my jokes, he did not consider being my lover as paying what he felt he owed me. So we'd come to a compromise; he lived with me and did jobs around the office, and in the field once his ankle was up to it, until his license came through.

Once he was a full licences PI we'd see what happened but I really hoped he wasn't thinking about going back to his apartment. Staying at my house made much more sense; there was more space for one and less annoying neighbours for another. And as long as he never lied like that again we would be fine.

But that was still a few months away at least and for now we had other things to focus on. "So he's defiantly blowing their money deliberately?" I question as I pulled away from the sidewalk.

"Oh yeah." Warren agreed, he held up a camera. "I have the photos to prove it. He withdrew a large amount of money and then proceeded to gamble most of it away, mainly on the dog track but usually on the rank outsider so that he lost every time, and he was paying the whores an outrageous amount for even a blowjob and believe me he had a few of those this afternoon."

I winked at him, "Made you horny?"

"Watching that guy get blown by a ho? No, but imagining the two of us, later." He grinned at me, "Let's just say that once the film is over we're going to be having a rather late night." I took my eyes of the road long enough to smile at him and I could see the amusement, interest and arousal in his eyes, tonight would certainly be something to look forward to. "What film did you end up getting?"

"Queen of the Damned." I told him, "Vampires."

"Isn't that based on a book?" Warren asked, "I think it was by Anne Rice." He would know, my reading tastes ran more to Nora Roberts, Warren on the other hand would read whatever was in the thrift store.

"My sister says so." I explained, "But very loosely, apparently Interview with a Vampire was faithful, Queen of the Damned is pretty boys without shirts."

"Very nice." Warren agreed.

We arrived at my house in West Richmond a short time later and were greeted by the dreamy faces of Jane and Dick, the naked male and female statues in the entrance hall. Well they were naked when I bought the house, now Jane wore a plaid skirt and orange halter top while Dick wore a hat on his rather impressive erection. Originally it had been a top hat but a couple of weeks ago Warren had found a knitted ski hat in a thrift store and that now adorned Dick's dick.

Since Mercy was due in half an hour or so I sent Warren to set up the DVD player and TV in the upstairs TV room, perhaps Warren was right and my house really was too big for just me but in my opinion that was all the more reason for him to move in with me. Originally he had refused because he couldn't allow me to find out he was a werewolf and because he expected me to eventually end out relationship. Now I'm not sure why he insisted on maintaining his own house because there was no way on Earth I was lowing him to live away from me anytime soon, even now he was almost fully recovered. Now I knew the secret he had kept from me I was in this relationship for the long haul and if I had to beat that fact into Warren with a blunt instrument then so be it, I could nurse him back to health afterwards.

I began making brownies from scratch, my grandmother had taught both Ally and I when we were children, though I always had more of a talent for it than Ally, something my father insisted should have clued him into my sexuality a long time ago. But my grandma had always being resolute in her belief that proper brownies had to be made from scratch not from a mix, everyone who tried them seemed to agree so I always did it from scratch and this time I was making it an extra-large batch, Warren had a sweet tooth.

I was still mixing the dough when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Warren's lips against my neck, "If you keep that up Mercy will be in for quite a show when she arrives."

Warren laughed, "Not like she's never seen me naked before."

"But there a difference between naked when injured or after changing, and naked while shagging your boyfriend." I told him firmly, he was mine and no one was seeing his naked backside unless there was no other choice.

Warren laughed but stopped kissing and nibbling on my neck, it was one of my erogenous zones and if he had kept at it for much longer I wouldn't have been able to resist pushing Warren against the counter and either having my way with him or begging him to have his way with me. Warren knew that, he knew all my weak spots just as I knew all of his.

There was a knock at the door just as I was adding the last ingredient, "Get that for me will you Warren?" I asked, "It's probably Mercy."

I felt Warren unwrap his arms from around my waist and heard him leave the room. The front door was opened and I heard Mercy's voice from the front hall and Warren's deeper voice answering her.

I heard the kitchen door open behind me and then Mercy said, "I hope those are brownies."

I turned and grinned at her, "Of course darling, what else?" Mercy walked over to me and I hardly had time to put down the spatula I was using before she hugged me.

It was good to see her so happy, this last month since Warren was injured she's been very stressed about something but when I asked her about it all she said was that Warren and I were the only good thing to come out of those few days. When I tried to press further she told me to stop, for my own good. I was worried but Warren wouldn't tell me either, he said it was her choice.

"Do you need a hand with anything?" She asked.

I hesitated a moment, Mercy is a fairly good cook but this was my grandma's secret brownies recipe, she would have killed me if I shared it with anyone. "Well the popcorn needs microwaving." I told her, waving my hand in the direction of the bags that I had left next to the microwave.

"Were you expecting other guests?" She asked when she saw the five lots of popcorn I'd bought.

"He's trying to fatten me up." Warren said from the kitchen doorway, I'd known he was there, it was like I could sense him there, feel his eyes on me.

"No." I teased, "I just know how much you eat." The truth was that I was trying to fatten him up a bit; he'd lost a lot of weight while he was injured, both by the vampire and by that stupid dominance challenge from Paul, and he could still stand to gain a few more pounds even four weeks later. "Make yourself useful and get some drinks."

I finished mixing the brownies and spread the mixture into the tray then I turned to check the oven in exactly the way my grandmother had taught me, my putting my hand inside. Warren always looked a little worried at this point but grandma Martha hadn't trusted the oven to get to exactly the temperature her brownies required and since they always came out perfectly with her method I wasn't about to change anything.

"So they should be done in about half an hour." I said setting a timer, "So the question is do we start the film now or wait?"

"We need to be up early for Tumbleweed tomorrow." Warren pointed out, "So I say we start the film now and send Kyle out for the brownies when they're ready." I sensed he had some ulterior motive for wanting me out of the room at some point, now doubt he wanted to discuss something werewolfy with Mercy. He was getting better a not keeping secrets but it was hard for him to break the habit of a very long life time. Having said that, I assumed it was something about the Pack rather than about him, he had managed to break the habit of keeping his own secrets from me but if Adam had given him an order he couldn't refuse.

"I'll go with that." I agreed. "But you can carry the popcorn." I added gesturing towards the large bowl that Mercy was adding another bag to. "It's mostly for you anyway."

"I'll get the drinks." Mercy said. That sorted we headed to the upstairs TV room, what Warren had taken to calling my home cinema. Out of habit I double checked the wires and setting, Being born before the invention of the films, let alone home cinema systems, seemed to mean that he did not have a gift for modern technology. He could work it but had being known to miss wire things on occasion.

We settled in for the movie, Warren stretched out on his back on the floor with a pillow under his head and the bowl of popcorn while Mercy and I settled on the couch. It wasn't long after I had pressed play on the remote that I ended up using her leg as a pillow and since she didn't object I didn't feel the need to move.

Bad Film Night was never to be confused with a serious film club, the whole point was to make smart assed comments and ridicule the acting, plot and anything else we didn't like. The snarky comments began almost as soon as a film did.

"He looks better after a hundred years of sleep than I do after a few hours." Mercy commented.

"That's the problem my dear," I pointed out, "It's only a few hours, you need far more beauty sleep than that."

"Are you trying to imply I'm ugly?" Mercy demanded reaching over and poking me in the ribs."

"Not at all." I defended. "But any human, even a walker such yourself, needs more than six hours a night to look her best."

"I might forgive you then." She said as she reached down and snatched a handful of popcorn from bowl on Warren's stomach, then she glance down at me before looking at Warren and then back at the screen. "A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned." She muttered, clearly finding the idea faintly ridicules.

"It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story." Warren snickered.

I hated to disagree with him but I had to add my two cents. "No, if you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker."

Warren laughed properly at that and shook his head. "Too confusing. Not many people still remember what a walker is."

We sat in silence for a minute or two listening to the atrocious dialogue until Lestat came on screen; bare chested and pants hanging inches below his sexy hips, and I was reminded again why I had rented this film.

"You know," Mercy said as she snuggled deeper into the couch. "I wondered why Kyle picked this movie. Somehow I didn't think there would be quite so many bare manly chests in a movie called Queen of the Damned." I think she was aiming for casual but didn't quite manage it.

Warren snickered again at that and snatched another handful of popcorn before he answered her, "You expected more naked women and fewer half-clothed men, did you, Mercy? You oughtta know Kyle better than that." He laughed again and pointed at the screen. "Hey, I didn't think vampires were immune to gravity. Have you ever seen one dangle from the ceiling?" I'm glad he was able to laugh about them after a vampire, all-be-it a demon possessed one, had nearly killed him. For some reason I don't think Mercy was as comfortable about it yet.

She shook her head and watched as Lestat dropped on top of his two groupie victims. "I wouldn't put it past them, though. I haven't seen them eat people yet either. Ick."

"Shut up. I like this movie." I decided that it was time to defend my choice before they started ridiculing it for not being accurate to real life, Warren had done the same when we watched American Werewolf in London and Dog Soldiers. Actually he did the same thing when we watched any film or TV series involving werewolves. "Lots of pretty boys writhing in sheets and running around with low-cut pants and no shirts. I thought you might enjoy it, too, Mercy." It didn't bother me that I was interrupting the introduction of a major character, we were watching the film for the pretty boys not the near non-existent plot line. "This really isn't bad enough for bad movie night, I'd have gotten Blade III, but oddly enough, it was already checked out."

"Any movie with Wesley Snipes is worth watching, "Mercy pointed out as she reached down for another handful of popcorn. "Even if you have to turn off the sound."

"As long as he's not dressed in drag," Warren drawled in his charming Texan accent

I snorted at that, it was the understatement of the millennium. "Wesley Snipes may be a beautiful man, but he makes a butt-ugly woman."

"Hey," Mercy objected. "To Wong Foo was a good movie." I wasn't sure I could actually agree with her there, the sight of Wesley Snipes in drag was engraved into my memory and would probably require therapy to remove. Robert DiNero in drag was funny, Wesley Snipes was just horror.

Then I heard a faint buzzing of the kitchen timer and rolled of the couch and onto my feet, shame the graceful move was wasted on my other half who was focused on the screen and grinning, I didn't think the plot required that much attention and I doubted the film makers intended for smiling to be the response to the on screen bloodfest. He was probably finding inaccuracies again, he did that a lot with werewolf movies.

"Brownies are done, my sweets, anyone want something more to drink?"

"No, thank you." Mercy said, I actually had to call Warren's name to get his attention. I tried not to be even a little insulted that the on screen action was worthy of more attention than I was.

He looked up at me, "Water would be nice." I nodded and headed down stairs I could feel his eyes on me the entire way and it made me forgive him for not paying immediate attention to me earlier. As soon as I was out of sight I heard Warren raise the volume on the TV, that meant I was right in my earlier guess and Warren did want to talk to Mercy about something in private.

As I took the brownies out of the oven and started cutting them into squares I tried to stop myself wondering about it but it was hard. Warren had kept a secret before, his being a werewolf, and it had nearly torn us apart. I highly doubted it was anything that serious, in fact I was certain it wasn't, but there was a small voice of worry inside me that would not be silence.

I took my time without seeming to, knowing that Warren would hear if I deliberately dawdled and he clearly didn't want me to feel excluded but I wanted to give him a chance to say what he needed to. Personally I would have being happier if he had asked me to leave the room while he talked to Mercy but he was hesitant to deliberately exclude me for fear of my reaction, it was one of the many bumps in our relationship that the past month had not smoothed out. We still had a way to go before we were in the place we both wanted to be but we were getting there.

Even over the noise of the film I heard Mercy's cell go off. I knew it was hers, neither I nor Warren would ever have "The Baby Elephant Walk" as a ringtone. As I put the baking tray in the sink and tossed the knife in after it I thought that it was taking a long time for Mercy to answer her phone, which meant she probably couldn't remember which pocket she'd put it in. Finally the annoying music cut off and I decided it was safe to go back upstairs, either Mercy was on the phone or they were arguing and would probably both be hoping I'd interrupt.

I reached the door of the TV, plate of brownies in hand, to find that my first guess had being correct, Mercy had answered the call. I hovered just out of sight so I didn't interrupt her.

"Do you know where Kyle's house is?" She asked, there was a pause. "Warren's boyfriend. We're out in West Richland." She paused for a moment again and then recited my address before hanging up.

"Who was that?" I asked walking into her line of sight.

"My old boss Zee." She explained, "He wants me to visit the reservation tonight so he's coming to get in as soon as he can."

"Ah." I said, I knew of Zee though we had never met personally. He was her old boss and the former owner of her garage. He was also a fae, not that I had any problem with that, if I did I'm certain someone would have shouted the word 'hypocrite' at me, loudly and repeatedly. "Want some brownies before you go?"

"Since they're yours." She said taking one and deliberately not look at the action on the screen, I was starting to think that Mercy actually had a serious problem with vampires and made a mental note not to rent any more vamp films no matter how much they might fill the definition of bad movie night. "What do I have to do to get the recipe out of you?" She asked after taking the first bite.

I laughed, "That recipe is only passed down through the Brooke family." I told her, "Grandma Martha told Ally and I that we could only pass it on to our children, since I'm gay and Ally isn't that good, I'm teaching hers but otherwise I'm taking it to the grave."

Mercy gave me puppy eyes but I held fast just as I always did. Warren laughed, "Give it up Mercy." He told her, "I have tried for more persuasive methods than you will ever use and the best I can do is manipulate or bribe him into making them regularly." I passed the plate to Mercy and then kissed Warren very thoroughly. When I finally let him go we were both gasping for breath, the brownie plate was far emptier and Mercy's pockets bulged suspicious.

Mercy's pockets weren't the only bulge and I was suddenly glad that she would be leaving soon since I suddenly had zero interest in watching the end of the film and the heated hungry look in Warren's eyes convinced me he felt the same.

As she waited Mercy continued to help herself to the brownies, until she had eaten or taken most of the plate, while Warren and I continued to exchange heated and lust-filled looks that Mercy was blind to, probably a deliberate choice on her part.

Fortunately for all three of us, because sexual tension between Warren and I was getting stronger and stronger, it didn't take all that long for the infamous Zee to arrive. There was the honk of a horn from outside the building and Mercy glanced only briefly out the window before she headed down stairs.

We had no sooner heard the door close that Warren and I were on each other, our hands groping each other as we fought for dominance over the kiss. We finally parted when a combination of lust and a lack of oxygen made us both dizzy, I grinned at him and he grinned back, a slow sexy grin that made my insides turn to jelly.

"Now." I said, "What was it you said about bribery?"

Warren's grin widened, "I already thanked you for tonight's brownies."

I looked over at the plate and then back at Warren, "Mercy stole most of them so I'd take it up with her, however if you want more." I let the sentence trail off.

"And how do you suggest I bribe you this time?" Warren said in a low sexually charged voice, his left hand made its way down to cup me through the light weight material of my summer pants.

I groaned and let my head rest on his shoulder, "That might be a good start." I suggested as he continued to stroke me through my trousers, I was already hard from a combinations of our kisses, the heated looks he had being giving me and the teasing in the kitchen earlier.

Warren laughed lightly in my ear and then released me, I was about to groan in disappointment until he lightly pushed me back onto the couch and knelt between my legs. "I think I can find better bribery than that." He told me as he reached for the button on my pants.

AN2: This is where I try to explain myself. Writing the reaction of Mercy's friends to the events of Iron Kissed has been very difficult for me (I even went and wrote some stuff for River Marked because I needed the break). I also got a job and lost the inclination to write int he evening (if nothing else been unemployed gives plenty of time for writing). Now I'm back to been a student so I hope to get at least two more chapters out in December.

Side note: After a random comment to a friend (and you know who you are, now please get a pen name I can actually spell!) I started writing a crossover between this and Brothers and Sisters, would anyone other than said friend (who gets it emailed to her) actually be interested in reading it?