Game On
#2 of The Games They Play
 This is the second part of the Series. At Rebecca's party Events unfold, and things happen between Izeakiel and Andrew. What happens next no one knows.            Â
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                          Game On
     Drew swirled the glass in his hand, the clear bubbling solution inside spinning about within the glass, as the ice rattled. He picked the lime up and dropped it into the glass before raising it to his lips and drafting the brew.
    Becca stalked along the floor in her house, the loud music, drowning out any noise she could possibly make. When she entered the kitchen she saw Drew leaning on his elbow near the drinks. Drew's arm moved and when the soft "clink" of glass reached her ears she pounced on him.
Her arms slender and sleek, wrapped slowly around his broad shoulders as she brought them to rest over his chest. Crossing them over, latching onto Drew's hips. "Hey big guy" she whispered in his ear. "Go easy on them drinks; I'm not made of money." She rubbed her hands along his tone chest, and kneaded his abs.
    Drew gave Becca's hand a playful swat. "What if I don't do this drinking? Zeak is too, freaked to even talk to me sober, what makes you possibly think he would jump-N-Lay me?" Drew craned his neck around and licked Becca's neck, before stealing a quick kiss. "well?"
    She let go of his back and slid along the floor, so she stood in front of him. "You plan to do that?" She eyed Drew wearily. He was a dangerous combination of physical attributes, and on top of that, was one of the smartest people at the college. He could easily talk any professor into a hole, or side step any work with a rushing river of liquid gold lies. With a regrettful sigh she gave him a playful punch. "well you know what's best. Try not to hurt him, for me as much as yourself ‘k?"
    Drew had a small smirk, "I won't make him do anything and besides." He rubbed his crotch "I can't promise I won't hurt him. Now get back to your party, I have to walk around after this one." He downed his glass and poured more of the same. He picked up the glass, and turned, Becca was still standing there. "go." He gave her a slap on the rear as he said it.
    Drew's furry paw sent a ripple through Becca's large soft ass; she had the kind of butt you would never expect someone of her size to carry. "hey" she snapped. Drew just brushed past her and entered into the main room, where the music was blaring. He stumbled around and flopped onto the couch, drinking from his glass at the mystery solution.
    The only signal of time passing was the changing of songs, and the refilling of drinks.
    What may have been two hours to Drew was about 10 glasses of his chosen drink.
    The door creaked open during a change of song, and Zeak came in. Apart from his normal tight pants, and bright shirts tonight he adorned himself with a much different tone. He was wearing a tight, spaghetti strap top, accented with swirls of tie dyed gray, and his pants were replaced by a loose, baggy contraption of buckles, chains, loops and belts. Drew was lying down on the couch and didn't notice Zeak come in, but Zeak noticed Becca moving to prod him.
    Zeak closed the distance between them and swept her into the kitchen "don't even think about it." He said when he was sure the music would cover his voice. He noticed Becca was staring at him. "What?" he brushed the hair away from his face "you said a party with drinks and music, I came to dance."
    Becca smirked and pushed him "you move damn quick when you want to, but no it's just." She looked him up and down, "it's just your fucking hot, and why is it you never dress like this?" She continued to look him over turning him around to examine him fully. "Zeak I would destroy you if you weren't gay"
    The bridge of Zeak's nose turned a shade of purple, as he blushed. "You don't mean that, I'm ugly." He turned back around and looked at her; his voice was hushed "so how much has Drew had to drink?"
    Becca mewed and gave a soft "whuuop" then looked at him "he has had about 12 glasses of Gin and lime, with a little of tonic water in it I think. But I know he has had 12 glasses of whatever it is he is drinking. You could totally just do him; he won't even know, he is that drunk. I think"
    "I didn't come here to shag Drew, it would be nice to do however. But if he is drunk, I don't want to take advantage of him. But if he isn't drunk I know I won't be able to talk and flirt with him, let alone have sex with him. Oh DAMN IT! Reba what should I do?" he turned to her and looked at her deeply in question.
    She crossed her arms and locked her leg, staring at Zeak intently. "FUCK him." She raised her eyebrow and continued to stare at him; it was obvious she had nothing more to say.
    "Reba he is DRUNK I will be taking advantage of him."
    "and if he isn't drunk I will not even be able to talk to him. How am i suppose to have sex with him?"
   She mocked. "Zeak, you're a big bad dragon, and your Cock is FUCKING HUGE, so why don't you grow a pair to match it."
    "And just how would you know that Reba?" his voice was rising.
    "Do you even look at the mirror in to morning? You pants are gripping your body tighter then I do when I'm jerking a guy around." She slapped his crotch, and quickly moved around him, trying to push him back into the living room.
    He was almost yelling now, "Reba stop it I don't want to, stop pushing me!" He was digging his heels into the floor pushing against her.
    Drew stumbled around the kitchen corner, and grasped the door seal tightly holding himself up. He stumbled past them both and leaned over the sink, turning the knobs he dunked his head under the running water.
    Zeak let out a small sigh.
    "Shut the fuck up!" came Drew's voice from under the water.
    Rebecca dug her elbow into him, and pulled Zeak to the sink. "Drew honey, you aright?"
Her only received response was Drew's strong arm slowly rising up and saluting her in a manner telling her to fornicate herself.
    Zeak turned and made an attempt to leave, but Reba grabbed his arm, and pulled his leathery ear down. "Stay here and console him." She let him go and stormed out of the kitchen.
   Zeak came behind Drew and placed a hand on his back. Slowly rubbing his back, "had too much to drink did we?" he pat his back gently, "you'll be ok tiger."
   "Fuck you I'm a wolf..." came the gurgled sound of Drew's voice from under the water.
   He turned and approached Drew from behind. He leaned over and let his chest rest on Drew's back, reaching around he hugged him. "You will be fine..." he faltered for a bit "I won't let anything bad happen to you.
    Drew reached down and grabbed Zeak's arm. Stroking it gently, "thanks..." he pet the arm, and realized it was scaly. "You're not Becca, who is?" he lifted his head from under the sink and shook his head to dry it a little. He turned around in Zeak's arms, and met his gaze. "Well hello beautiful."
    Zeak looked away, as the purple stripe grew on his snout. "I'm, not, beau-"
    Drew pressed his lips against Zeak's and pulled their faces together.
    Zeak felt the wet of Drew's tongue slide past his still open mouth, and gave in to the kiss. The blissful shock of the kiss subsided and Zeak realized what he was doing, and pushed Drew away. "I'm sorry you're drunk."
    Drew stumbled back, his legs between Zeak's, he fell and lost his balance over the sink. He fell to the ground, landing on his butt with a ‘thump' looking right at Zeak's crotch. "You're hot" he blurted. His head falling forward and landing dead center in Zeak's lap.
   The sudden contact sent a shiver down Zeak's spine and he involuntary flicked his hips forward, sending Drew's head back thumping against the cabinets.
   "Ow" he grunts.
   "D'oh shit, I'm sorry." Zeak leans over and lifts Drew up, "I'll take you to a bedroom so you can get some rest, and your head must be hurting right now from all the light and loud music." Drew's arms and legs hung limp while cradled in Zeak's arms as he made his way up stairs.
    With his tail, Zeak opened the door and backed into the room. "Ok here we go; you're in a room now. So are you sure you're not going to throw up?" he walked over to the bed, and placed Drew on it gently.
     "I'll be fine," Zeak turned to leave, but Drew grabbed his tail. "Don't go, please. I just need someone to watch me for a while." He turned over on the bed, and gets comfy. "I just don't want to be alone right nâ€"Zzz."
    Zeak buried his palms into his eyes, "damn it, why! You're a monster, you know he's drunk, and yet you want to have sex with him more than ever."
    Drew groaned softly and turned over.
    The usually masculine and powerful figure he watched before, now sleeping looked so harmless and adorable. Zeak plopped himself down in a chair after pulling it near the bed. Drew rolled again in his sleep, and now faced Zeak. Looking at that face, something pulled Zeak into the bed next to Drew.
Lying next to Drew, Zeak felt invincible, until Drew rolled over again, and snuggled up to and held onto him.
    Drew snuggled up closer to Zeak, and bit his ear "I want you" he whispered into his ear, as he nuzzled his neck.
    What was once a relaxed dragon was now, a very alert and freaked out Zeak, "uhh, you wanna run that by me again?" he stammered.
    Drew rubbed against Zeak, "I said, I, WANT, YOU. Go close the door, and lock it" Drew let Zeak go, and struggled to sit himself upright as he began to remove his clothes.
Zeak stood at the door. It was do or die time, closing that door and locking it would mean no going back, but if he left now he could never work himself up to talking to Drew again. He slowly closed the door, and stood with his back to it wondering if he made the right choice.