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Wesley frowned up at his brother. "Mike, can you go get Jake? I think he's still out cold," said Wesley, using his armor's computer and neural interface to synthesize his voice rather than actually speaking.

"Sure thing. I'll beam with him to our prep area at the G.A. headquarters. I'll grab the holo-markers to," he looked over to where Jase was still struggling with his malfunctioning armor, and chuckled. Then he walked off to retrieve Jacob.

Wes huffed and began walking towards Jase, putting a mental block on the sensation from his injured arm as he went. The malfunctioning flight system had dropped the Draconian hybrid several meters from the edge of the field. Once he was a standing next to his struggling boyfriend, Wesley concentrated and made a slashing motion with his good arm, breaking the effect of his hex on Jase. Then with another gesture he lifted Jase to his feet.

"That was a cheap shot, Lus...," began Jase, but he cut short as the noticed that his now functioning display had overlaid injury markers onto Wes' arm and neck. A growl started deep in his throat, and his claws started to scrape at the inside of his gloves.

"Easy, Dragon. I'm fine."

"The hell you are. That's not even your real voice," Jase hissed, not noticing that he had switched to speaking Draconian.

Wesley shook his head and placed his hand on Jase's chest. "Your doing it again, Jase."

Jase wanted to argue, but instead he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to calm himself. "Sorry," he grumbled after a moment.

Wesley gave a virtual sigh. "My injuries are minor. I should be able to talk properly in a few hours, and the broken bones in my arm will knit back together in a week or so. You're making a big deal out of nothing, Dragon."

"Yeah I know. Blame my father's genetics. Injured mate equals rampage," replied Jase as he took Wesley's hand in his.

Wes smiled back. "Somehow I think that genetics aren't the only cause, but your hearts are in the right place."

"Yeah, they're both in the palm of your hand," he replied with a toothy grin.

Wesley blushed.

...

Galactic Arena Headquarters was in fact a sprawling complex of of buildings covering an area of roughly a square mile. It was subdivided into four main areas, administrative, residential, preparation, and at the center lay a massive coliseum. Each team competing in the championship tournament was provided with suites in the residential area and their own preparation area. The individual preparation areas that each team in the championship is provided with, were a combination of locker room, gym, automated medical clinic, storage area, and workshop. Effectively providing the bulk of what would be needed to maintain both players and equipment. In addition the state of the art security precluded all but the most determined acts of espionage and sabotage. As a whole the G.A. complex was one of the most secure locations in the known universe.

Once they were all back at their teams prep area, the equipment and armor were put away, bones were set, and Jacob was carried to his room by Micheal. To rest for the roughly twelve hours it would take for his ribs to mend. Leaving just Jase and Wesley.

Wesley had not honestly considered that he would receive any notable injuries during the training session. More importantly, he hadn't expected to lose. After his brothers had left he fell into something of a contemplative stupor, not even bothering to dress after he got his armor off. He had been walking around in circles, mulling things over, for several minutes, before Jase decided that he had seen enough pacing. When Wes's circuit around the room brought him close enough, Jase grabbed his shoulder. Snapping him back to reality.

"What's on you mind?"

"Nothing," replied Wes, wincing slightly.

Jase sighed. "Come hear," he said as he pulled Wes to him. "I bet you didn't know that you were shivering."

Between being Jase's comment and the pleasantness of the large male's extremely hot touch, Wesley realized that he had been cold. Walking around a chilly room in his underwear was perhaps not one of his better ideas.

"Maybe I should put some clothes on," he murmured into Jase's chest.

"Hmmm, that's not what I had in mind, Lusaa," said Jase as he gently raked his claws down Wesley back.

Wesley shuddered.

"So you remember what you were saying before about me not needing to worry about hurting you, and you not liking being babied?" asked Jase in an almost offhanded manner.

"I...yeah."

Jase smiled. "Just making sure."

Wesley made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, when he felt the warm, smooth, coppery scales on Jase's tail slip around his waist. Jase picked Wes up just long enough to sit him on a nearby exam table.

"Jase..."

"Lusaa, the only sound I want to hear you make is...," he leaned in and ran his tongue along the rim of Wes's ear, making him moan in response.

Jase spent several minutes slowly licking and nibbling his way down Wesley's neck, finally stopping at the spot where neck meets shoulder. Wesley was a moaning, lust drunk mess, and did not expect Jase to suddenly grab his shoulders and bite down. Jase's sharp teeth slid through Wes's skin as if it was no tougher than wet paper. Wes shouted, and tried to struggle free, but trying to break his boyfriend's grip was a waste of time. The shallow bite only hurt for a seconds, and was followed by a tingling chill that rapidly spiderwebbed outwards into Wesley whole body. Jase released his bite and gave the wound he'd cased a few licks. Then he let go causing Wes slump back onto the table.

"You...the fuck?" stammered Wes reaching for the bite, with his cast covered arm, only to find that it was slow to obey his commands.

Jase just licked his lips and gave a satisfied groan at the taste of Wes' blood on them. "Damn, you do taste good. Don't move a muscle, Lusaa. I'll be right back." he turned a walked across the room towards his locker.

Wes knew perfectly well, that Jase's canines were connected to venom sacks. But, other than what resulted from trace amounts he was exposed to when they kissed, or when the hybrid nibbled on him, he had never really felt the venom's effects. Draconian venom was neurotoxic, and while nonlethal to humans it did produce several noticeable effects. All of which that Wesley was starting to feel in full force, thanks to the large dose he'd been given. His movements were becoming difficult and sluggish, various aches and pains from the training session were being replaced by a pleasant throbbing , and perhaps most noticeably what had been a welling tide of anger was being overcome be a wave euphoria.

When Jase walked back a few moments later, holding the bottle of lubricant he had gone to retrieve, he was greeted by the sight of his lover sprawled out on the table, writhing weakly, and making the cutest whimpering noises. Both of his hearts began to pound like drums as they compensated for the sudden rush of blood heading south.

"I might've over done it a bit, " said Jase as he pass the bottle off to his tail. He ran his fingertips down the length of Wesley's torso making him arch his back and moan.

"Jase?" Wesley whimpered.

"Sorry if I scared you, but I figured it be more fun this way," he replied leaning his face in towards Wesley.

With no small effort ,Wesley made his thoughts focus on more than jolts of pleasure running through his body. He forced himself and stole a kiss from the man leaning over him.

"Lusaa, encouraging me may not be such a good idea," said Jase smiling, then with two deft swipes of his claws and a sharp yank, Jase relieved Wes of the green briefs he'd been wearing. "That's better."

...

Leaving Wesley and Jase behind, together, bothered Mike. It bothered him far more than it should have. He knew perfectly well that Jase was a nice enough guy, and Wes was definitely happy with him. Despite this, the thought of them being together made him want to...break things. He was ruminating over this as he put Jacob, who was still unconscious, to bed. Thanks to augmented senses and some military training, Mike was normally very aware of his surroundings. However, he was caught flatfooted when someone stepped up behind him. He tensed, sniffed, then relaxed.

"Hi mom," he sighed.

"Hi, puppy," she replied.

Mike winced at hearing his nickname, and turned to face her. Molly Durandal was raved haired, hazel eyed, and her face had a quality of ageless beauty that if isolated would be quite valuable on the genetics market. She was only lightly shorter than her son, and her lean athletic figure was noticeable beneath her tailored suit. She could easily have been mistaken for a model, but prior to deciding to start a family she had been a career solider. Even while raising three sons, she had manage to found one of the most successful private military firms in the Draco-Human republic.

"I'm going to assume that Wesley told you the news about the next match."

Mike huffed, "Yeah."

Molly raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, yes ma'am," amended Mike.

Molly smiled. "Since I know that backing down is not something that any of the four of you would do, there is only one thing that I have to say....Win."

...

"So what was that yesterday? You trying to one up my brother in the, rough up Wesley, department," said Wes with a laugh.

Jase shrugged,"Uhhh....Kinda."

"Really?" said Wes before breaking into a nearly helpless fit of laughter.

Jase scowled, then he had an idea. He used his tail to give his cackling mate a sharp smack in the middle of his ass. Wes yelped and clutched at the back of his shorts, with his free hand.

"Have I ever mentioned how cute it is when you yelp like that," said Jase with a chuckle.

"Fuck, that hurts. I'm still sore back there," said Wesley, massaging himself and wincing.

"What, I told you I could make it all fit. You didn't tell me not to," replied Jase,a toothy grin spiting his chocolate features.

"You know, I distinctly remember someone's tail being in my mouth. For future reference, Dragon, its nice to warn people before you shove something the size of a softball in them," groused Wes, wincing at the memory.

"You should have remembered that I have a knot, Lusaa."

"Well its never been anywhere near my...."

Wesley yelped and then turned bright red. Without noticing it they had reached the external security checkpoint of the residential block of the Galactic Arena HQ complex. In point of fact, they standing within earshot of one of the guards. A bald, green skinned humanoid, named Felen. He was about the same age as Wesley, but taller and much broader at the shoulders.

"Hey, Fel. You been getting enough sun lately. You're looking a little droopy," said Jase shaking Felen's hand.

"Funny, real funny, big man. Anyway, if you guys are heading into the city, you should watch your backs," said Felen.

"Why?" asked Wesley getting over his embarrassment.

"Dunno, my orders for the day just said to tell players heading out of the complex to be careful," he replied with a shrug.

"Thanks, I guess," said Jase as they were waved through.