You:<br/><br/>Certainly the main Drake might have the answer as he had lived with personalities a much longer time, much longer than he would like to anyways and he had warned this would only be the start and the fragments would get worse. It seemed any overwhelming situation where he had to let go had him shifting and changing his brain doing hopscotch. "Awww but dirty sex can be a whole lot of a fun." Drake purred with a wide grin on his face as his eyes lit up. "Repay me for my services?" he seemed confused for a moment, "Ah! Silly Jasaiah, I'm not looking to get paid for sex. I do it for fun... the only reward I want right now to get to ride your cock." he said smoothly a hand moving down Jas's abs to try and arouse him.<br/><br/>The sex crazed side of Drake didn't fathom being unwanted after all sex was a tool and weapon and Drake often got what he wanted. He was willing to bend over backwards if it meant getting to get fucked. "I'm really liking the purple by the way, what a pretty color." he said his fingers playing with the strands of hair. At least this personality seemed happy, content, but very needy. It was like this need to be wanted for sex overrode his ability to comfortable in his own skin, it felt like if he was left alone he might just fall apart so he was willing to mold himself into just about anything for the attention he craved. "What kind of sex DO you like then? I'm more than happy to provide, all virginal and big eyed? Or like two lovers getting to make love for the last time before fate tears them apart?" that one was hitting a little too close to home and it was unclear if this Drake knew or not.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>He laughed at that comment. "Alas but I do not like dirt in my tails." He shook his head. "You got me here. I am not asking to pay you for sex, but perhaps to repay you with sex." He let the touch slide over his abs, let himself feel the desire he desperately wanted to feel. Because now, and forever, Jasaiah would do anything for him. Even accept his personalities. Drake was insatiable anyway but this younger personality was just a sex-driven beast.<br/><br/>His lips quirked. Jas was a beast of a different nature, so he could compare safely. "Hmm. Do you now?" he murmured. However, his breath hitched and he turned his head away. Dammit. His promise. He had chosen to stay human. Drake had to know that. Dimitraeus hadn't just given him his powers back. Something had to have happened, but Kane was no where in sight to confirm that. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I am tired. Stay as long as you like."<br/><br/>How he wished he could get drunk, but that was an impossibility now. For the sake of Drake not disappearing on him, he humanly-slow got out of the tub and grabbed one of the large, fluffy towels that were stacked up on wracks to the side. He wrapped it around his waist to hide his nudity, then grabbed a few others. He was clean. Drake had been worse off. Hiding his pain, Jasaiah went out into the bedroom. How would he prove to him that he would have stayed human if it meant keeping him?<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>The demon was nowhere to be found and that in itself was odd... and concerning but right now Drake's personality was much more concerned with something else. When Jas left the tub Drake was not long after, drying off with a towel not seeming to notice or mind the nudity, "Oh come now Jas... if you're tried I'm more than happy to do all the work." he purred dropping to his knees in front of the man, "I can beg so nicely and I really do love sucking cock..." he said his face nuzzling his leg and his eyes bright and looking up to Jas. Currently he didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was in a strange home with a man who, in his world, he barely knew.<br/><br/>None of those things mattered and it was a glimpse into how reckless or cocky past Drake must have been... and a clue to where some of scars he had must have come from. "I promise to be good. Just tell me how you want me." he said in a breathy tone that could arouse many men with sex on their mind. The personality was quite persistent but there was an edge of desperation there. Drake in the past had taken and accepted treatment that he never should have just to scratch that itch, pushed passed his limits and even got hurt for this craving to please his bed partner.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah stopped when Drake caught up to him and pulled him around. When Drake got to his knees his breath caught. God he wanted to plow into that luscious mouth. Those full lips. His cock sympathized, stirring just slightly under the towel. He growled, the sound quite animal sounding, and reached out to grab the nape of Drake's head, twisting his head up to stare down at him. No, glare. There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to rip Drake's personality out of him, but he didn't know how.<br/><br/>He didn't know how to deal with this, and the fear that he was going to lose Drake cooled the fire within him. "What I want," he hissed, then clenched his jaw, baring his fangs some. "What I want I will likely never have. And yet I can deny you nothing. You impossible man that has captured my heart and will not let go until it has shattered in a billion pieces." Ripping the towel off his waist, he dug his claws into Drake's scalp and plunged his half hard erection into Drake's mouth, shutting him up effectively and turning off his own mind.