The sweet, gentle way Jamie went about getting her ready for bed was every bit the big brother she remembered. Pulling out several colorful quilts from an old trunk against the wall, he'd insisted she take the spot on the couch he had used previously.
"What about you? You've sacrificed your bed to the asshole and now I'm kicking you off your couch," she argued, even as he plopped a pillow down and gestured for her to make herself comfortable.
"I'll be just fine. Promise," Jamie pushed back firmly. "There are a few easy chairs in here and I think the loft area is pretty open."
Disappearing into his room, the sound of opening and closing drawers could be heard. Then Jamie was rounding the corner back towards Kim, a bundle of t shirts and soft, comfy sweatpants in his arms.
"Hey, something in here might be more comfortable even if it's a little big for you," he chuckled, eyes twinkling as he gently teased her.
The Slayer smiled, accepting a change of clothes.
"You're really going out of your way for us. It can't be easy having a houseful after so much time with just you. And before that, it was just you and Drakkon for a couple decades," Kim whispered.
Jamie shrugged.
"I think this would be considered 'exposure therapy', as Dr. Watters would say," he mused. "Being reunited with old friends is a far better method for me to get used to being around people. I know you'll be patient and understand that it might take me some time."
A thought occurred to him at the mention of the physician.
"Speaking of the doctor, he will probably be stopping back by in the morning. I had to agree to daily check in's in addition to addressing my lack of health care to be able to bring David here."
Kimberly nodded in understanding.
"I have to agree that sounds like a good idea," she smiled.
Jamie turned toward the kitchen to see what the tyrant could be getting up to in there.
"I'll let you get ready for bed. I've got to get him cleaned up and medicated before he starts popping off again."
Crossing the threshold from the living room, Jamie discovered David seated in his wheelchair at the sink, finishing up the dishes that were left from his burned-up soup. He raised a brow as he approached, mindful the man could still be angry and agitated.
"Hey, let me help you finish up with those," he offered, looking down over the man's shoulder at his sullen face.
"Huh?" he muttered, looking up at Jamie in confusion.
"It'll go faster if I help. Then we can get you cleaned up and in bed. Are the others still outside?"
David shrugged weakly.
"Yeah, Skull and Billy are going to stroll around the lake and Tommy and Jason are walking in the flower garden," he muttered bitterly.
Taking the pot from David's outstretched hand, Jamie started to dry it with a fluffy towel, unsure where this particular mood was coming from. Anger and its related hatefulness, he could understand and was very familiar with. Tearfulness was another that had started cropping up more and more.
But this current attitude? Was this jealousy? If so, jealous of what?
Maybe they were both just tired; it had been a long day after all with lots of challenges and exposed secrets. Morning was going to come bright and early, with all the chores and tasks that came with raising plants and animals. Not to mention the doctor visit.
Jamie sighed. He couldn't forget the unpredictable celestial hound that could crop up out of nowhere to kill him.
David looked up at the grey-haired man's beautiful features, his comforting scent acting to calm his agitation. He ached to bury his face in Jamie's neck, to inhale deeply and feel the warmth of his body, strong arms holding him tightly. Life just wasn't fair.
He handed the last item to dry, the ladle, over to Jamie and sighed tiredly. What a long ass day! He felt raw, vulnerable and squishy like some soft undersea creature missing its shell. The heavy, itchy material of his clothing prickled; David was sure he smelled like shit.
The icing on the cake of this fucked-up day had been listening to the conversation of the men outside, who apparently either forgot or didn't care, that David would most likely be able to hear them. Not only were Jason and Tommy an item, he'd learned that Skull and the Blue Ranger were as well. With Kimberly being romantically involved with Farkas Bulkmeir and Zack and Trini dating, that meant essentially everyone had paired up.
Except him. Of course. The universe loved rubbing his face in his own shit. Getting the experience of living with the object of his desire, for a time anyways, but Jamie detested him and Red planned to tear his throat out when all was settled.
Jamie cleared his throat and David realized he had been talking to him.
"What?" he sputtered, averting his face.
The former Red Ranger shook his head.
"Are you feeling alright? You're really distracted right now," he pointed out. "I asked if you were ready for your medication."
David sat back in his chair, face blank.
"Whatever," he muttered, then was silent, not bothering to answer about his mental state.
"Ok, then," Jamie sighed, gathering the pills and water glass before passing them to the tyrant.
David gulped them down without comment.
Jamie stared at him a moment, puzzled. He glanced at the cabinet over his head where he'd stashed the injectable sedatives, the last thing this asshole needed to get his hands on. Perhaps he'd better have one ready tonight. A lot had happened and David had yet to have another 'episode' like he'd had in the facility.
This would be a prime time for it to occur.
Decidedly, Jamie grabbed one and nonchalantly tucked in a shirt pocket.
"Do you need help washing up?" he asked, changing the subject.
Obviously, David needed bathing, but Jamie wasn't sure what he could do and what he really needed help with. The bathroom in his home only had a tub, not a large shower and the room was pretty tiny.
The man just nodded. This was going to get maddening. Jamie almost wished he'd flip out and get it over with.
In light of the current attitude he was getting, Jamie took the handles of the wheelchair and promptly steered the sullen man in the direction of the bathroom. Kimberly reclined on the couch under a quilt, already snoozing. He couldn't help a tender smile, curling his lips at his little sister's gently slumbering face.
Once at the bathroom door, Jamie left David and gathered his clothing and bathing items. He returned and began to run hot water in the tub. Out of habit, he found himself looking for the rose scented bath oil he used to add to Drakkon's bathwater when they both lived in the palace.
Shaking his head, Jamie huffed. How long had it even been since he'd last drawn the evil man's bath? Over two years ago for sure, longer than that really, as two years ago, he'd been reunited with his master after their period of separation.
The man in question sat silently at the doorway, waiting impassively, still possessed by this petulant mood. This wasn't going to work; the quiet too awkward considering David's usual talkative, although hateful, attitude.
Sucking in a breath, Jamie turned towards David and gave him a light chuckle.
"Well, this brings back memories, right? At least I have experience knowing how you prefer to bathe," he quipped. "I was getting pissed because I couldn't find your bath oil."
David made a small noise of nostalgia.
"This does remind me of the old days," he murmured. "Too bad I didn't have you around to teach those little girls in the nursing facility."
Jamie rolled his eyes and grinned as he stood up from beside the tub and approached the doorway.
"I very much doubt they would be willing to bathe you the way I did."
David shrugged as he climbed down from the chair and allowed Jamie to help undress him. He gave a contented sigh feeling his former pet's fingers glide under the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. He was aching inside to feel the other man's hands on his skin once again.
Removing the rest of the soiled clothing, David waited while Jamie tested the water.
"Do I even need to address the issue of your 'grab ass' games?" he asked with a raised brow.
When David quietly shook his head, Jamie reached down and wrapped his arms around the tyrant to help lift him over the side of the tub. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man breathed deeply into his darling's neck, fighting the impulse to lick the delicate throat.
Settling the man into the water, Jamie handed him a washcloth and soap.
"You'll have to tell me how I can help. I already know you can manage to wash your dick yourself so don't try it," he joked lamely. "And no, I won't be drying you with my tongue when you get finished."
A memory of those long-ago years came to David's mind as he looked at Jamie over the side of the porcelain tub.
Drakkon reclined in the deep, soaking tub, the steamy, rose scented water caressing his skin like a lover. He moaned in contentment, feeling the heavy weight move over his lap as Red joined him, thighs brushing his own, their cocks touching. The pet's full, lush lips parted sensually, his strong fingers threading through Drakkon's long hair, massaging his scalp.
His face was so close the tyrant could feel his exhalations ghost his jaw. Cracking his heavy eyelids, he watched Red's mouth widen into his toothy grin.
"Feel good, master?" he whispered over his owner's mouth.
Drakkon hissed in arousal.
"You feel good," he responded, raising a soapy hand to stroke the muscles of his pet's broad back.
Red's eyes twinkled in mischievous teasing.
"Well, I've been very naughty, master."
"Have you now? Do you require correction, pet?" Drakkon whispered, impatiently waiting for Red to lower that tasty mouth to his own.
Bucking his hips against his master's, Red laughed, the sound an odd animal-like noise of joy. His hardened nipples pressed into the tyrant's chest as he lowered his upper body flush to Drakkon's.
"If you feel you must correct me, then I will accept my punishment."
Drakkon's hands lowered to grab Red's narrow pelvis under the water, grinding against the thick, engorged cock between his pet's thighs.
"And what is it you've done?"
Nibbling the tyrant's lower lip with his sharp, dangerous teeth, Red whispered hotly.
"I was so aroused while you were gone fighting the Coinless. I needed relief very badly."
The tip of his tongue licked the seam of Drakkon's lips, making the man growl, hands tightening their grip.
"I laid in your bed. On your silk sheets," he purred, continuing to paint the picture of his disobedience. "I touched my body while I thought of you, but it wasn't enough. Just jacking myself off only made me ache more."
Drakkon grabbed a handful of thick grey hair, pulling Red's back slightly. He firmly bit the side of his pet's neck, making him yelp.
"So, what did you do, you wanton beast?" the tyrant hissed against his skin.
Red keened softly, the sound vibrating in his throat.
"I needed fucked. Hard. I was desperate for you so," he moaned, "I railed myself with the hilt of your Dragon Dagger."
Drakkon's upper lip lifted in a possessive snarl. Swiftly, he rolled over, the bathwater sloshing onto the tile with the motion. Pinning Red under him, the war lord leered down at him.
"Filthy, hotblooded mutt," he snapped, working his erection against the muscular ass.
He easily claimed his beloved pet, grinning down at him as he began to thrust.
"I've got something much better for you to ride, Red. And when we're done here, I think perhaps you spend a little time alone in your kennel. With your wrists and ankles bound. You need to reflect on your impertinent actions."
He continued to scold the naughty canine as he thrust even harder.
"You know you're not supposed to pleasure yourself without my approval."
David jumped, hearing Jamie call his name from his place on the floor.
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you getting ready to flip shit?" he repeated, one hand moving to a pocket of his pants.
Huffing in annoyance, the asshole rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm not getting ready to flip shit," he sniffed indignantly. "You don't need to whip out the knockout juice."
"How do you know about that?"
"I'm not stupid. I'd know the outline of a syringe anywhere," he griped.
Jamie relaxed somewhat now that the asshole was communicative again.
"Well, you stopped responding and had a weird look on your face. I wasn't sure what was going on," he explained.
David began to soap his rag and gave his caretaker a sassy wink. His erection had become very prominent and not easily ignored; it ached to be touched and played with. But that was obviously not going to happen.
"Really," Jamie snarked, looking pointedly at the hard member.
"Hey, you're the one who brought up our baths and licking me. What did you think was going to happen?" David retorted. "And you better calm down before Red thinks its an invitation to play. It was just a trip down memory lane."
Jamie's mouth snapped shut and he glared at the tyrant. He sat silently while David continued to wash, the erection not appearing to abate.
"Sorry, it's been awhile. Well besides the other night when Red got me worked up then left me high and dry. Fucking mutt," he hissed, his dick painfully sensitive even with the movement of the water.
"What are you talking about?" Jamie snapped, his eyes widening.
"Blame Red, not me. He was acting like a bitch in heat, kissing me and letting me touch him. Then, the tease decided he didn't need me and left. Told me I could fuck myself," he ranted.
Now, Jamie's mouth tightened in a snarl, his eyes fluttering rapidly again.
'Oh great. He's going to get pissy now,' David snorted in annoyance.
Then the eyes refocused sharply, Red's good eye dilated until it was almost black.
"You fucking piece of shit! I should rip your dick off and fuck you with it!" he nearly shrieked, his cheeks reddened in his anger.
"Zip it, Snoopy or your little friends are going to break the door down to see what's going on," David muttered. "I don't think they're quite ready for you outside a containment room, do you? Meeting Jamie is one thing. You can't control yourself, you hysterical bitch."
"Fuck. YOU," Red drawled out in a harsh whisper.
David pointed an accusing finger.
"I'm not catching shit because of something you did!"
Red's wide grin crawled across his face, his head lowering in a canine fashion.
"You were feeling me up, you perverted fuck!"
"I had to touch you so you could transfer me!" David fired back.
"Licking my neck was not required to do that!" the pet growled.
Now, the tyrant crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Big whoop, Red. You act like Jamie couldn't have handled that! He could have tossed me on the bed and chewed my ass out. Honestly, you're treating him like he's a pussy!"
Red snarled and leaned forward as if to snap at the asshole in the tub.
"I'm not letting him take a chance with you. I know EVERYTHING you've done, fucker! Jamie doesn't! If you want to start running your mouth, I can run mine. You told me plenty of secrets in the palace, both as Jason and as Red."
This time, David sprang forward and managed to grab the front of Red's shirt. He gave a powerful tug, his rage giving him added strength. The disobedient pet teetered precariously over the edge of the tub, as he was already off balance from his snapping attempt.
Eyes wide, Red lost his balance and fell into the tub, landing on top of David, startling them both. Scrambling wildly, the pet struggled to get up, the other man's squirming making it more difficult.
"Someone's going to hear us! Stop freaking out!" David hissed.
"You caused this, you prick!" Red frothed, expression rabid.
Water splashed chaotically over the side of the tub as Red fought against the slick surface and the struggling man under him.
"I'm trying to help get you out! Quit spazzing!"
David was aware that Red's passionate and unstable emotions were dangerous. As much as the alter thought he could hold off killing the tyrant until he was no longer needed, he could also very well act rashly in the heat of his fury.
And if pulling the already pissed off Red into a tub of water with a nude and very aroused Drakkon didn't put him over the edge, the asshole wasn't sure what would.
So, of course, the universe decided to sweeten the pot.
As David grappled with the very wet and muscular Red, his throbbing member repeatedly came in contact with that delicious body, rubbing against the taut abdomen and powerful legs.
Soon, his rapid panting wasn't due to mere exertion. A traitorous moan reverberated in his throat. He wanted nothing more orgasm, shooting cum between both men's bellies.
And that's exactly what happened.
Too late, Red came to the realization of what this water fight was doing to an already aroused David. He ceased squirming and pulled back to glare down into the hazel eyes.
"Don't you dare," he breathed.
It was for naught. David was already tensed, muscles tight as a bowstring. Hissing, growly exhalations passed his lips as came against Red's belly, trying his damnedest to apologize even as he fought not to clutch a handful of the man's shirt in his ecstasy.
The expression on the former's pet's face was unreadable as he stared down at the asshole, still spasming and gasping.
A knock at the door made both men jump in panic.
"Jamie, are you alright in there? I thought I heard yelling," Kimberly's groggy voice came from the other side.
Turning his good eye toward David, Red mouthed harshly, "Shut the fuck up."
Clearing his throat, the alter hoped he could mimic the smaller persona's intonations. Jamie couldn't be woken up yet until Red could get the situation under control.
"We're good! I'm just helping David get washed up. Everyone ok out there?" he called pleasantly, attempting to keep his voice light and less growly.
She was silent a moment.
"Yeah we're fine. It just sounded sort of loud in there. I hope he's behaving," she warned.
Red chuckled.
"Well, you know how he is. Has to play 'grab ass'. But he's done goofing off now. Right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now go away!" David snapped.
Red swung his head back around, upper lip lifted.
'Asshole', he mouthed.
"Fine. Just making sure," Kim answered primly before returning to the couch.
The two panicked men stared at each other a moment, holding their breath listening for any other noise.
"I swear to fuck, I'm going to kill you slowly," Red grumbled, finally managing to climb out of the tub.