(My roommate drew me this picture :D I've also started a new book if you guys haven't checked it out yet and like werewolf/vampire stories. Bleeding Heart :) )

Pyre might have tackled Fen's snake after it had stuck its tongue out at him, but their little wrestling match, which was honestly just himself getting wrapped up tightly by Fen's snake while he tried to boop its nose with his soaked paws, was quickly broken up by a worried Gin. 

"Now now, I know that you're both playing around, but it would be much safer if you shift before you do that," he said, making Pyre stop struggling to get away from his hand, allowing Gin to carefully unwrap Fen's coils from around his soggy panda self. 

You heard him. We should shift first, then continue, he thought to Fen. 

Of course, he couldn't make himself shift yet. His panda still controlled that. He honestly didn't expect Fen's snake to allow the guy to have his human body back yet, either, but he was proved wrong when there was suddenly a very naked man sitting in the bathtub in front of him. 

Oh dang, let me go, Gin!

His little panda arms reached forward as he kicked his back legs, but he might as well have been asleep with how much good his struggling did. Smirking at him, Fen leaned down and splashed his hair with some water, then grabbed some shampoo and got busy scrubbing it while Pyre got wrapped in a towel, then settled on the closed toilet seat so that Gin could get his fluffy panda somewhat dried off. 

I don't want to get dry. I want to get wet with Fen!

"Well, you're just going to have to wait," Gin said, then paused with his lips slightly parted. 

Well, everyone paused. Fen still had his fingers entwined in his soapy hair as he turned to stare at the guy, and Pyre was laser-focused on the person suddenly blushing down at him. He was just about to start thinking all sorts of perverted thoughts just to torture him when he noticed that he was getting closer and closer to Gin's face while not really moving. 

"Oh," he whispered at the same time Gin did. He'd shifted back. 

"I'll... go get you a shirt. You should put a shirt on," Gin whispered right before Pyre responded, "you should take off your shirt. I can help." 

The guy's face burned brighter as he fumbled with a response that just ended with him hurrying from the room. Pyre watched him go, frowning. He'd held back all of his bad perverted thoughts, yet still scared him away. 

"I think he's just a bit overwhelmed with the sudden bond," Fen said, drawing his attention over to him. 

How is that water so soapy already? I can't see any of the important bits. 

"Magic," Fen said as he reached forward and tugged the curtain backward to shield himself from view. 

Pyre scowled as he saw the faint shadow behind the curtain stand up after opening the drain and turning on the shower. He was just about to say something when he heard Gin return, drawing his attention to him. 

Boo. 

The guy had brought a shirt, but he'd also brought a pair of pajama pants, too. When he'd tugged it over Pyre's head, however, he realized something immediately. 

This smells like Gin. This is Gin's shirt, not Fen's or mine...

Gin fidgeted, clearly hearing the thought and taking it the wrong way. Before the guy could consider going to get a different one Pyre tugged it all the way down over his body, then reached out for the pants. There was no chance he was gonna let the guy have his shirt back. 

He slid the pants on as soon as Gin's mind restarted and reminded him to hand them over. 

"I'm going to go clean up the counter and put away what I can salvage of our dinner," he said after a long moment of awkward silence. 

Pyre watched him go, then slowly sank back down onto the toilet seat lid with a sigh. 

I really thought that if I ever bonded with more than one person that it would be an instant orgy...

The sound of something dropping in the other room took his attention for half a second before the curtain sliding open beside him had it redirecting to something much more important. He didn't hesitate to look at what he could see beyond the towel around Fen's waist that he swore hadn't been in the shower before. 

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your orgy one day," Fen said as he walked by him to stand at one of the sinks. 

Pyre stood up, joining him to lazily lean against the counter and watch as Fen began running a comb through his damp hair. He was just about to say something when the guy suddenly began brushing his own hair with it. 

"I don't know how your hair tangles so much. It's not even that long," he mused as he gently but quickly worked out tangle after tangle. 

Never took much care of it. 

Hygiene products hadn't been something his father bothered with most times. Who needed a shower when you rarely left your house? 

"It's beautiful, though," Fen said as he finished working out one last tangle, then leaned back with a smile that had Pyre's heart thumping awkwardly in his chest. 

What the heck was that? 

"Are you okay?" Fen asked, having caught that he'd had a strange reaction to... something. 

Shaking unwarranted nerves from his mind, Pyre grinned up at Fen, who immediately changed his expression from one of worry, to one of hesitant existential dread. 

"You're adorable," Pyre said, surprising himself into immediate silence. 

He had meant to say something about him being welcome to check if he was okay, but then those words had come out of his mouth, instead. 

I think I might be getting sick. 

He'd looked down, honestly a little embarrassed, when he felt a warm palm press against his forehead, making him lift his head until his eyes met Fen's gentle ones. 

"You do feel a little warm, but considering I'm cold blooded..." Fen said quietly, a faint hint of laughter in his words as he let them drift off. He then spread his fingers where they rested against Pyre's forehead just enough to be able to kiss the little space between them. 

Fuck.

"Hey Fen..." Pyre replied after a long moment of silence. 

The guy leaned back so that he could meet his eyes again. 

"Hmm?" 

Glancing up slightly, Pyre lifted his hand and pointed. 

"Look up at that light for a second?" 

The guy's brows drew together, confused, but he did as told. 

There was nothing wrong with the light, but Pyre needed the guy's eyes off of him for a moment. His heart just wasn't calming down. Unfortunately, it didn't help, because, while his eyes were definitely off of him, he'd tilted his head backwards, baring a delicious-looking throat. 

Without thinking, Pyre leaned forward and slightly up until his lips pressed against cool skin. 

Smells so good...

"It..." 

Huh? 

Pyre blinked, having missed most of Fen's thought to him. 

"What did you say?" he whispered against the man's skin, his lips just barely brushing against it as he spoke. 

"I-it might taste good... too?" Fen whispered, his words almost too quite to hear, again. 

Almost. 

Pyre's heart leaped into his own throat as he lifted a shaky hand upward until it settled on Fen's right shoulder. His other one grasped his waist, its thumb slipping beneath the towel before he refocused his attention on the man's neck right in front of his nose. 

He let the tip of his tongue hesitantly slip past his lips, but then stopped when he noticed the faint red color beginning to paint Fen's skin. The blush, which had traveled all the way down from his cheeks, captivated him, making Pyre nuzzle at the soft skin there greedily. 

At that moment he noticed Fen's breathing. It had picked up quite a bit, as well as his own as his breath brushed softly against the man's skin with each exhale. 

I want to be in your bed right now...

He knew that such a request wasn't practical right then, since this was the first time Fen had actually allowed him to show him some affection, so he ignored his own thought, not expecting an answer, and instead focused on finally pressing his damp tongue against the skin right in front of it. 

Fucking delicious. 

He was just sealing his lips over the first spot he wanted to place a mark, his mark, when the sound of Fen's cell phone chimed from the kitchen. 

A cold shiver wandered down his spine as he realized that their moment was about to be over. When Fen began lowering his head and stepping backwards, intent on going to catch whoever was calling before his phone went to voicemail, Pyre abruptly tightened his hold on his shoulder as his other hand grabbed the fold of the towel still tied at his the man's waist, bunching the fabric in his grip. His teeth were the last thing to find their target, nipping just enough to break skin for the briefest of moments before he released the guy completely. 

Fen hesitated, a startled look on his reddened face as he lifted a hand to his nipped neck, but he then quickly turned and hurried from the room as his phone began its last warning ring. 

Pyre slowly ran his tongue along his lips before exhaling abruptly as he watched the guy go, a huge smile forming on his own blush-colored face. 

Don't know what the hell that was, but I want more.