A/N: This chapter is two-parts. Part One is called "Scary Monsters" and Part Two is called "Nice Sprites." ENJOY! -Shada54546/everyboulevard
A couple of weeks pass by, letting Drake settle into his new home on the floating piece of plastic in the middle of nowhere. Murdoc was a tad fumed at having yet ANOTHER random person arrive unexpectedly, especially another male one, but eventually got over it. An extra singer and keyboardist didn't seem as bad as he thought they might be, at least he had someone different to look at these days.
Drake was headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, whistling his favorite song as he walked down the corridor. Arriving at the bathroom, he dropped his shirt and jeans to the ground, stepping into the shower, not realizing that Kurt had followed him.
Still whistling, he turned on the water, turning in shock when he felt a hand press down on his shoulder. Whipping his head around, he gasped to see Kurt once more, with that predatory look on his face.
"Yo, how about I wash your back?" he rumbled, picking up the soap.
"Uh, what if I wanted to have a shower?" Drake answered, already knowing where this was headed. He'd already had a sample of the mechanic's skills and despite himself, he wouldn't mind more.
"You can do that after we get all hot and sweaty," Kurt growled, and Drake felt his soapy hands sliding down his chest as the American backed him into the corner. In moments, that soft. slippery touch slid lower and Drake closed his eyes at the feeling, groaning softly. He didn't mind if this went as slow as Kurt seemed to want to take it, because it was getting him worked up. This experience was as far from his first nightmare one as he could get, and realizing that it all felt pretty good so far, he relaxed.
Kurt had him in his hand now, and was sliding his grip along Drake's length, grinning at every soft gasp but his eyes widened and he let out a soft sound of surprise when he felt a hand reach for him too.
"Not so shy now, I see," he said softly, moving closer both their hands moving faster, and he had to close his own eyes at the sensation. He'd take it slow to break this guy in if he really was interested, but now Kurt knew he was, so it was time for the first lesson and the kid was doing OK with it, as far as he was concerned.
It wasn't long before both of them were panting, their hands moving faster, soap and water making everything feel so good until Drake made a low sound that Kurt recognized and echoed himself, both of them losing themselves in sexual bliss under the warm spray. Once they'd both got their breath back, Drake mumbled "I really need a lie down," and Kurt merely smiled, rinsing himself off.
"Plenty of room in my bed," and with that, he was gone, toweling off outside the shower, leaving Drake's head spinning.
The next day, Drake heard a loud jet noise outside. The keyboardist looks outside the study window and sees three black jets headed toward Plastic Beach. Murdoc already noticed this and now he's hiding under his desk. Drake looks back at the bassist. Obviously, Murdoc knew about this earlier. Drake looked around and then headed to the lift. He pressed the entrance button and headed outside. He knew this wasn't a good idea, but what choice did he have? He had no choice whatsoever, but to use his levitation and psychic skills. Hence his nickname "Twilight Sparkle." These abilities were something at the keyboardist's disposal. Johnny looked outside the study window. The young man's tension and anxiety had boosted itself. Seeing his own brother risk his life against ruthless pirate jets. Johnny felt his heart pound as he watched the events unfold.
The tan keyboardist looked up at the approaching jets. A bead of sweat formed on his brow. Although he was fearful, Drake was strong. He lifted up his right hand and shut his eyes tightly. Then, a light purple sphere appeared in the middle of the tan man's palm. Drops of sweat made their way down Drake's face as the sphere became bigger in size. Then as the jets readied their guns, Drake snapped open his blue eyes and the color turned from light blue to cloud white.
"Nobody messes with my friends OR my brother." Drake muttered. Obviously, the jets must've thought this was a type of joke. So they took aim and fired at the tall Massacre man.
The bullets were then suddenly stopped by a force of some kind. Leaving the bullets levitate in mid-air. Drake had stopped the bullets in their tracks! The tan man grinned and turned his hand, rotating the bullets toward the jets. "Right back at 'ya." Drake smirked. The keyboardist balled both hands into fists, as if holding a baseball bat, and swung his hands sharply. Sending all the bullets flying toward the jets. The impact of the bullets had knocked two jets out of the sky and the last jet flying off. Drake then relaxed as the purple sphere in his palm faded away and his eyes changing back to their normal color.
Johnny, who had been watching the whole thing, smiled and said, "Good job, Twilight Sparkle..."