A/N: So, if you magical wonderful readers do want a lemon, it will be in the next chapter. I'm bored and I want to work on Drit, hehe!! Also, contains A LOT of FLUFF!!!
"Whit!" Drake cried as Whit pulled Drake flat out on the floor. Whit smiled evily, getting on top of Drake again, giggling. He put his hands on Drake's shoulders, his legs on either side of Drake's legs. His eyes... They were full of an emotion Drake was hoping never to see again. This is it... I'm probably going to be ra- Drake cut himself off, thinking about his father. Maybe that's why... Drake's eyes darkened, and he began to cry again.
"What's wrong? Don't you like? I know you do~!" Whit purred, leaning forward, his hot breath on Drake's neck. Drake moaned, reaching up and gripping Whit's sleeve. Drake shook his head, his tears still coming, even though he tried to stop them. Whit then kissesd Drake's neck, where his face hovered only moments ago.
"Whit... Please stop..." Drake hissed, his grip on Whit's sleeve tightened. Whit smiled, and Drake could feel it against his neck. Was this really happening? Am I dreaming? Whit giggled and lifted his head, looking at Drake's face: his eyes were tightly closed and there were tears, and his face was a deep red. "D-Dammit..." Drake moaned, moving his hand up to Whit's shoulder and he gripped his shirt.
"Potty mouthed, huh?" Whit smirked, "Tsk, tsk!" He shook his head, then licked Drake's neck. Drake's head moved back and he raised his shoulders, the top of his head pressed against the floor as he moaned, his grip growing tighter. "You should be punished!" Whit suddenly bit Drake's neck- hard. Drake cried out and tried to push Whit off him, but Whit didn't budge, as if he was possessed.
Something in Whit clicked once he tasted Drake's blood, and his eyes widened, realizing he was pinning Drake. How?! He got off Drake, ruffling his hair. Now he thinks I'm a r-ra-rap- the word lagged in his mind and he shook his head. Whit turned around. "Drake! I'm really sorry!" Whit whimpered, seeing his shocked and scared expression. Whit felt tears form in his eyes, and he ran upstairs.
Drake laid his head back and stared at the ceiling. He almost... Almost... Got raped!! Drake rolled onto his side and curled up, wiping his tears, though they kept coming.
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Drake got up, thinking he had heard something, though he wasn't too sure. He sat there, staring at the stairs, insure if he should go up to Whit's room. He shook his head and laid back down, ignoring the noise. Then it got louder, and it was a voice. Drake got up and began heading for the stairs.
"Whit?" He called, only being replied by the same voice, but it sounded like his name, slurred. Drake listened to the closed doors, unsure which was Whit's room. He finally heard the voice behind one, and very softly, and slowly, Drake began to open the door. His eyes widened when he saw Whit--
A/N: So I'm going to leave it at that, and that shall be picked up in the next chapter, which would either be a lemon if you guys want it to be, or just more fluff!!
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