Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD or Devil May Cry. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.


'Oh my head... note to self: Don't drink about thirty bottles of beer just to see how drunk you can get.' Drake thought to himself as he started to wake up with a splitting headache. It felt like someone was pressing a Buzzsaw against his forehead and slowly cutting inside to the brain.

He opened his eyes for a second and immediately experienced a moment of severe vertigo, as well as a burning sensation making his headache worse, and so he closed them again. He could feel himself drenched, head to toe, in sweat.

The one confusing thing he felt was the weight on either side of his body, on his arms. He could feel flesh where he was being weighed down.

'Oh no...' He found himself thinking as he once again opened his eyes in a bid to see.

Raynare and Kalawarner were both in bed with him. Naked. Just as naked as he was, and curled up against him on either side of his body.

Now that he was concentrating, he could feel an additional ache on his body, this one in his testicles. This one was not a bad ache. It was an exquisite ache. It was the ache and the hurt that told him that his balls had seen some use very recently.

'Damn, don't know if I should be lucky I slept with two smoking hot women... or be a deadman walking.' Drake thought to himself as he looked back and fourth between the two sleeping ladies, trying to figure out how to get out of bed without waking them.

He contemplated this issue as Kalawarner shifted against him, letting out a small groan as she began to wake up. Her leg brushed against his, and the feel of her thigh rubbing up and down his leg caused a reaction downstairs that made it clear his body was willing to go again. 'No,' he denied it. 'Not while I feel this much like shit. Just no.' Raynare began stirring on the other side of him, only making the problem worse.

Kalawarner was the first to crack her beautiful eyes open. She smiled alluringly, though Drake could tell from her eyes that she was also suffering from a hangover. "Good morning, lover," she said, then proceeded to plant her lips on his.

He melted into it immediately, kissing back without realizing it.

"Fuck... my legs." Raynare groaned as she woke up and tried sitting but fell back down. "Fuck... my legs are numb, and my pussy feels like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my pussy with it."

"I'm not complaining." Kalawarner said happily once breaking the kiss with Drake as she sighed happily. "Best sex ever. Either of you remember last night?"

"Not really/Vaguley." Drake and Raynare answered respectively as Drake managed to climb out of bed, uncaring he was practically naked and showing them everything. They already had sex and he could see every inch of their naked bodies.

Kalawarner grinned. "Well, I remember Drake going to town on us doggy style, Raynare. I also remember us scissoring his cock."

"Please stop." Raynare groaned as she rubbed her head. "My head hurts like someone's jamming a sword through it and I'm not dead."

"Welcome to my world." Drake nodded in agreement as he shoved on a pair of boxers and looked at the ladies. "Okay, first of, what happened last night... was just a spur of the moment thing. We were drunk."

"I sure enjoyed it though." Kalawarner said as she crossed one long, toned and smooth leg over the over at the knee. "Can we go again?"

"My head hurts too much to even respond to that." Drake groaned again.

"And I want to shower." Raynare said, getting out of bed, uncaring of her being naked and showing Drake everything. She dragged Kalawarner out of bed and the two ladies entered the bathroom, followed by shower water heard running.

Drake shook his head. "Women." He muttered as he finished getting dressed into his clothing from last night and left the bedroom, almost tripping over a laid out Dohnaseek on his floor.

"I'm pretty sure there's a spare room in here," he said as he got up.

"I was trying to get to it when I passed out," came Dohnaseek's muffled voice as he spoke with his face down on the floor. "Got the wrong room first, saw you guys getting busy. Left you to your privacy. Lost consciousness just after I closed the door."

"Where's Mittelt?"

"Couch. She passed out not long after you three went in there."

"Okay. You want breakfast?"

"Please, and thank you."

Drake walked over to the kitchen and got the grill running. He grabbed some bacon from the fridge and immediately started cooking it. Bacon and egg sandwiches were the best hangover cure he had ever come across. As he put the bacon on, he spied Mittelt lying on the couch and briefly contemplated leaving her asleep so he could save food. He decided against it.

"Rise and shine, underage drinkers," he called from the kitchen area.

"Fuck you," she groaned from the couch. "I'll have you know I'm two hundred and seven years old."

Drake just allowed himself a little smirk, which he immediately mentally smacked himself for. He did his best to block his fellow heavy drinkers from his mind, for the time being, just letting them all start their recoveries, and got on with making breakfast.


"Morning all." Drake drawled as he entered the ORC clubroom, plopping himself down on the couch and he winced in pain. "Ow. Head still hurts."

"Dude, you look like shit." Issei said with sympathy.

"I feel like shit." Drake groaned. "This is how you feel when you drink many bottles of beer and shit with four Fallen Angels, and I also got laid with Raynare and Kalawarner."

Before he left his house, the Fallen Angels had left to go back to their boss. Dohnaseek had patted him on the shoulder, Mittelt had thanked him in a roundabout way by telling him she was glad to have honoured him with her presence, Kalawarner and Raynare gave him a heated tongue kiss before giving him their phone numbers in case he ever wanted to meet up and 'continue' their heated affair.

"Lucky bastard." Issei mumbled, snapping Drake from his thoughts.

"Not the response I expect from someone who's ex I slept with." Drake remarked with a smirk, getting a glare from Issei.

"Please stop antagonising him," Rias told Drake firmly before she looked at her servants. "May we have the room to ourselves, please?" Her servants nodded and left, including Akeno. Soon enough, Drake and Rias were alone in the clubroom. "What you did was incredibly stupid and could have easily backfired on you."

Drake raised an eyebrow. "Need I remind you that I'm not one of your servants and that I can handle myself? I simply took a way out of an escalating situation that would've involved you lot probably killing the Fallen Angels and who knows who else. Besides, it all worked well in the end, didn't it? Nothing bad happened."

Rias sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You are so complicating."

Drake smirked. "One of my many charming qualities."

Rias snorted in amusement at that. She stood and walked over to him. "I just want you to be careful." Rias said, cherishing his face and pressed her forehead against his. "Your my friend, Drake, and I don't want to see you dead."

"It takes a lot to kill me, Rias." Drake said softly as he pulled Rias into a hug she returned, her face buried in his chest. "As for the Fallen Angels, they aren't enemies. We resolved that. People are never determined by their race, their ethnicity, or even by their own blood. It's their actions and motives that display the true feelings of their heart. When that is displayed, all other things matter little. It's something that my father taught me when I was a child."

"You think…that Devils can cooperate with the other races?" asked Rias.

"Perhaps," Drake said in a speculating tone. "But It won't be easy considering certain... qualities of Devil kind, namely their arrogance, makes them believe themselves superior than certain races so..."

Rias nodded in understanding. She may have a lot to think about, wondering if those words will come back to remind her. But as ever, she was more focused on Drake. The strong arms that hugged her kept her safe, his voice soothing and humble that she could find peace in, and his kindness that knows no bounds. Rias felt attracted to the man that was her friend yet wonders if there was something more for her and him in their relationship.

Unconsciously, she leans in with her eyes closed as her lips nearly reach his. Drake slowly leaned forward, compelled to do so. Their lips were about to touch when...

RIIIIIIING!

The school bell went off, startling the two. Rias looked to see that her vixen body was pressed up against Drake's, breasts squished against his chest and his hands wrapped around her and resting on her hips.

"Ah!" She squealed with a cute blush as she backed from hip. The two cleared their throats awkwardly.

Drake then turned to leave. "Well, I'm taking the day off. I got a new place to move into, and a demon hunting business to get started on. After that, I'm buying myself a ride and then sleeping off the rest of this goddamn hangover."

"Do you even have a name for your business?" Rias asked curiously, thankful the awkward silence between them was broken.

Drake smirked and looked at her. "Devil May Cry."


Drake lets out a yawn as he rubs his eyes while awakening from his sleep. Smacking his lips together, he then looks up at the ceiling of his room. The sight of the light blue coloring of the ceiling coming back and seeing out of the corner of his eyes the fan spin meant that it's the morning.

It's been a whole mouth since Drake resolved things peacefully with the Fallen Angels. In that time, a lot of things have not just changed, but also slowed down for the Occult Research Club. Drake had decided to become a member of the club, seeing as he was unable to become Rias' servant. nor would he if he was able to.. Rias only had Drake, along with Issei and Asia, on flyer duty. Handing out flyers to potential pact makers. It wasn't how Drake would describe a thrilling activity, but he felt the slow pace of the days more easy and breathable.

One of the changes was he's now able to enjoy his new school and put more effort in the class. With him now being in the time twenties in students' grade average.

Drake also had his demon hunting business being successful as he had gotten a total of 20 calls in the span of a month for demon extermination jobs across Japan, mostly in the likes of Tokyo, Osaka, Hiroshima, and Kuoh.

The biggest change was Asia being a Devil now after Rias offered it to her and Asia accepted to be with Issei. She was adapting to the life of a Devil rather well, and the former nun seemed to be really enjoying her time with the peerage. She would often try to pray by mistake, which resulted in a headache.

The next big change he had to deal with Rias. Ever since the day after Drake had drunk sex with Raynare and Kalawarner, the redhead seemed to always sneak into his house and lay down with him in bed.

Speaking of which, Drake looks to his right and wasn't surprised to find the very same beautiful young woman lay there in her usual spot, wearing only her birthday suit. But with her arms around him, one of her long legs around his, and her breasts sandwiching his arm. He stared at her for a solid ten seconds, not helping himself from drinking in her beautiful details, before returning his mind to the situation. He doesn't mind when she was like this, in fact, he liked it and would cuddle with her some nights, but he was really starting to worry.

It was one part of the change dealing with Rias. Whenever he saw her alone and/or had no one talking to her, she would be in her own thoughts. Lost in her mind, thinking about something with a look of seriousness. Drake would have to either raise his voice to get her attention or place a hand on her, and when she can to her senses she just switch to a different subject. Rias seemed no better at night. About midnight, she'd either be trembling or sweating or even in tears while mumbling words about something taking her away in her sleep. This would often wake Drake. After seeing her in the distressed state and wanting greatly to relieve her of the suffering, he started to cuddle with her every night to ease her. At first she would stiffen and try to push him away, but a second latter and Rias would be hugging him back tightly until she calmed down.

It scared him really. Rias has always been a confident and passionate girl, while being an imposing and powerful Devil. Being able to escape her grasp, Drake sits up and looks down at the redhead. What could possibly be taking her attention away and trapping her in her thoughts? What could make her so scared at night?

Drake smiles sadly and reach a hand to her gorgeous face. Careful to avoid her lovely lips and snow-white shin that was so soft to touch, he bruises lock of stray hair away from her closed eyes. He may not have known what was bothering Rias, but he was going to do everything in his power to help her. He was her warrior after all.

He turned his head to the door before looking at his clock which reads 9:03 AM. Looking back the beauty sleeping next to him, Drake decides to let her sleep in a little more and quietly steps over her curvy body and covers her up again. He gave her one more smile before going for the door.

Silently opening and slipping out, Drake quietly closes the door. He let's out a sigh with his hand still on the handle.

What does he do to help Rias with what she's going through?


Okay, not much here. But Drake had drunk sex with Raynare and Kalawarner, they'll show up again for season 2 and the Kokabiel arc, and now Drake has established Devil May Cry as his business, and Rias is sleeping at his place more often but is having nightmares.