Of course he wanted sex. That wasn't even a real question, was it? Not when it had been so good the first and the second time. When it had been everything he had never imagined it could be, even in the darkest, furthest recesses of his mind, even in his hidden and unvoiced desires. There was a part of him that wondered if it was because it had been with Drake. Someone he trusted and actually liked. Would things with Eden have been just as explosive, just as good? Ryah supposed he would never know now, not after the way Eden had treated the whole thing like some sort of stupid game.<br/><br/>"Look, Drake, I...yes but..."<br/><br/>Okay, yes, he wanted sex. What red-blooded male didn't? But the thing was...he actually<i>liked </i>Drake. He thought the brunet was a decent person, underneath it all. And he had thought, before they had gummed things up and made things complicated, he had thought they were sort of becoming friends. But hell, what did he know? It wasn't like Ryah had ever been popular in school. He hadn't had many friends, he hadn't been terribly social. He wasn't good at this sort of thing.<br/><br/>"Is that what you want from...this?" he asked eventually, his icy blue eyes flickering over to Drake's, trying to read him. "Look, I...I consider you a friend. After all the shit we've been through, all the shit we're<i>still </i>going through, when you could have turned your back and washed your hands of this, and yet you didn't. And...I--like it when you feed from me. I don't want...anyone else--I mean, if you don't mind," he admitted haltingly, feeling his cheeks heat up, looking away again. Was that something he should have so readily admitted? It felt...almost wrong to admit that he<i>liked </i>letting a vampire take his blood. If his parents, if the community heard him now, they'd probably have him checked for brain damage and then locked up.