Ryah scoffed. "You're kidding me, right? You think I haven't ever done anything reprehensible?" He asked, feeling a little more pissed off, unable to control the flash of emotion that was rising in him. suddenly, he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand stupid shit that was spewing out of Drake's mouth. Surging forward, Ryah grabbed the vampire by his shirt, hauling him in and crushing their mouths together. It was not a nice kiss. It was fueled by so much anger and frustration. At Drake, at the situation with Charlie, at the damned demon Kane.<br/><br/>"Shut up, just shut up," he pulled away just long enough to order, before diving back into tasting the other male. He let go of Drake's shirt long enough to run his hands beneath instead, fingers raking when hard enough to make it sting.<i>If you aren't going to shut up, </i>Ryah thought, a little wildly to himself,<i>I can make you shut up</i>.<br/><br/>When he finally pulled away, he was completely breathless, chest heaving. His eyes were nearly black with desire, mixed with the dark edge of anger. And he was hard. Harder than he'd ever been. God, he wanted--he wanted-- he wanted to possess Drake, to fuck him,<i>own</i>him. He wanted to make him hurt too. To make him lose control. He wanted to fill him, and take him apart entirely, piece by piece. "Fuck...you--you drive me nuts," he muttered against Drake's mouth, biting down on his lower lip, enough to sting and almost draw blood. "I want you. I want--" Why was he having trouble articulating?