Struggled with this for longer than I should have been. I've been wanting to do this ship for so long and finally I've done it!! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)
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The blonde traveled down the path of gravel, growling as the rain began to come down. He shoved the health potion into his backpack, feeling the drops of water soak into the fabric. He hoped that the water would not ruin any of his belongings. He sighed and tugged of his ragged black jacket, his body shivering and teeth chattering in the frigid air that allowed him to see a cloud of his own breath in front of his face.
At least soon he would return to Drake, and when they reunited, being stuck in this cold weather will all be worth it. He couldn't wait to be by his side once again. He was still frustrated with himself that he had left his best friend in such a vulnerable state...then left him all alone for an entire week while he was in his coma. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, some causing guilt to gnaw at his insides. Did Drake wake up? Is he still sick? If he did wake up, then did he panic that he was gone and went out to search for him? Grayson shook his head, taking his mind off of the questions that were beginning to make him feel nauseous.
Grayson looked up, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the old ghastly home that he had left Drake in. It was once both Drake's and Armen's long before the two had met him. It was the place where all of their problems began, and while Grayson was uncomfortable with staying in that place, he did not feel like he had a choice. Drake was injured, then after he lost control, he became sick and slipped into that coma. He felt like he had no choice but to stay and care for him there.
A smile momentarily perked on Grayson's lips, but it was quick to fade when he noticed something horribly wrong. The front door was wide open, swaying as the wind beat against the wood. The blonde's right brow lowered as he searched for Drake within the doorway, but he could not see a thing at the angle he stood at.

"Drake?!" He called out. No reply.

Grayson approached the porch of the old house, listening to the wood squeaking beneath his feet and causing him to jump. Something was not right, unless he foolishly left the door open before he left. He stepped inside of the house with caution, instinctively drawing his sword. His shivering body grew still with fear and anticipation for the unknown.
There was nothing around that he could see. Everything appeared the same way that he had left it, at least as it appeared to the naked eye. He called out Drake's name once more, once again receiving no reply. Perhaps he was still unconscious? Grayson walked over to the door, ignoring the contestant creaking that the room made with each step he took. His arm extended out to take the doorknob, twisting it until he heard a click echo throughout the house.
He pushed the door open to gaze into the room. He peered into the small room, looking down at the bed that he had left his best friend lying upon. He saw nothing. Drake was gone, the only thing in his place being a bundle of messy red and white sheets with stains of yellow from feverish sweat.
His heart began to race with the thought that Drake had finally awoken, making him both excited yet also worried. He checked the other room, but it was exactly the same way that he had left it, and still Drake was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was in the basement?
His ears perked up as he heard a loud creaking coming from the stairwell. Grayson turned around and walked out of the bedrooms, his blade close to his body as held a defensive stance. His eyes widened as he caught movement at the doorway, a swift solid figure dashing outside of the house and heading back down where Grayson had come from. Immediately the ex-commander dashed out to pursue the figure.
He chased it outside, only running a few feet away from the porch before he dug his heels into the soil and stopped dead in his tracks. A man with lavender hair covered by a penguin hat and covered in black clothes overlaid with purple and silver armor stood there, his black mask pulled over his cunning grin. Grayson glared at the very man who had put his love into his comatose state.
Next to him was Drake's limp body that Luke held close to himself, placing his blade against the Enderman hybrid's throat but being sure that his unconscious body did not fall forward and cut open his own neck.

"You..." The widow clicked his tongue.

"Grayson! It's nice to see you again buddy!" Luke called out, sounding as if he was holding back laughter.

"Let.him.go." The blonde warned, snarling through his teeth with the handle of his blade clenched tightly in his fist.

The assassin finally released his laughter. Grayson stepped back, and chill running down his spine at the sound. He looked to Drake, whose pale skin was not a light as it had been, meaning that his illness was lifting a bit but he still had the appearance that he was ill. His emerald eyes glared with seething hatred as they reverted back to the imperial assassin that held his defenseless friend.

Luke spoke, momentarily moving his blade away from the hybrid so he could pull down his mask to reveal his devilish smile. "Now why would I do that? He stole you from me... I've seen how you acted around him before you left. I heard you from behind those walls, talking to him while he was out cold and sick. You love him, don't you?"

Grayson's cheeks flushed and filled with heat at the man's accusations. His former comrade's accusations that were correct. The blonde swallowed a lump in his throat before gritting his teeth. He did not respond. He did like Drake in that way but he never worked up the courage to tell him face to face. At least not while he was awake.

The man holding Drake snickered. "You know, Grayson... I used to really like you. Why do you think I got rid of that family of yours?"

Grayson's heart sunk at the mention of his departed wife and child. He bit his lip and fought back tears. Sure he had fallen for Drake, but even now he had not entirely moved on from the family that had been taken from him. He had always thought that Luke had done that because of his greed...that he turned him in and got his family murdered just for money, but now he knew that he was wrong. It was never about money...it was always about getting to him.

He let out a deep breath. "Luke... This has nothing to do with him. Let him go."

Luke once again laughed. "But this does have something to do with him! It has everything to do with little Drakey here!... Truthfully I don't blame you for falling for him. From everything that I picked up while spying on you two, he's quite intelligent and determined. I guess you can say that it's my...type."

Grayson growled, noting that Luke was gesturing towards him, refusing to both himself and Drake. Luke having an old crush on him as well as one on Drake? He was shocked but his rage countered every other feeling in his emotions.
Luke continued, commenting that Drake was attractive after all, the words causing Grayson's blood to boil. He took a step forward, readying to lunge at the assassin until he noticed a streak of red trail down Drake's neck. Luke pricked Drake's skin with his blade, warning Grayson to stay back as he tisked him.

"What are you planning on doing with him? You would not try to kidnap him like that if you did not have a reason."

The man with mismatched eyes moved his blade away from Drake's neck when he heard the out cold hybrid let out a whimper of pain. He closed his eyes, imagining what he was planning on doing before his old friend arrived. His orange and blue eyes opened up, a bright spark in both orbs that seemed impossibly bright for a cloudy day.

"I was going to deliver him to the emperor to use him as a possible ransom to get you, or to use that magic of his to our advantage. He's quite powerful after all! Then of course I would love to be...close to him. You know, get to know him and wait until he falls for me." He purred.

Grayson hissed in anger, his hand wrapped around the blades handle until his fingers blistered. Use him for power and try to force love unto him? It made him feel sick, his stomach feeling more twisted in a knot than it had already felt.

He continued on. "I saw what happened, you know, when He possessed him. Delivering that power to the emperor will surely get me paid a hefty price, but..."

Grayson lowered a brow and growled. "But?"

Luke chuckled darkly. "Oh well. I was going to say that I don't want to break your heart, but I just don't really care anymore! Just know that I still love you!"

The blonde snapped, stepping forward and momentarily forgetting that Drake was at this man's mercy. "Don't give me that crap! If you loved me then you never would have taken my family from me, or try to kill me and poison my friend to make him end up like...this!"

"Tough love, Grayson."

Luke gazed over his shoulder as a small groan hit his ears. He saw the hybrid's mismatched eyes beginning to flutter open, regaining consciousness after a week of being in a vegetative state. The assassin immediately admired the colors of his orbs, the beautiful mismatched white and purple. Luke smirked, an idea coming to his head as his gaze momentarily rested on the ex-commander.
The assassin leaned forward as he pulled Drake closer, ensuring that the Mage was low enough for their faces to be next to one another. He puckered his lips and slammed his pink lips against Drake's pale ones. For a moment he was able to get his tongue into the Mage's mouth as he gasped. The hybrid's eyes widen as his weak body tensed up and stiffened. What the heck was going on?! Was he being...kissed?!
Grayson's scream of rage filled their ears. Luke broke the kiss and jumped back just before Grayson's blade could slice into his flesh. Drake fell to the ground, cringing as his body hit the dirt, his limbs continuing to ache from illness. Grayson stepped in front of Drake, snarling at Luke. The lavender haired man gave one last smile before pulling up his mask and dashing away to vanish into the trees.
The blonde chased him, but stopped soon after as he heard Drake cough and spit onto the ground to get Luke's saliva out of his mouth. Grayson stood there, watching with blazing fury as his old friend, enemy, and apparent old secret admirer, disappeared into the vast forest. For a few minutes he waited and waited for Luke to reemerge but he saw nothing. He growled again, sheathing his blade before he turned around and walked back to his secret crush.

"Drake! Are you okay?" He kneeled beside him, anger slowly turning into joy that his love had finally awoken, yet also worry for his condition.

Drake groaned as Grayson helped him to his feet. "You could say that but...what the heck was going on?! He k-kis..." He trailed off.

Grayson pulled a health potion out of his backpack and handed it to the Mage. "Here! Uh...that was the assassin that shot you the other day..."

The hybrid spit out a bit of the potion back into the bottle. He pulled his lips away and shook his head. "The other day?!"

"Well, you've been in a coma for a week. It's a long story. I'll explain everything once we're inside and out of this rain."

Drake nodded, agreeing that he just wanted to get out of the rain but was surprised that he had been in a coma for that long. He wanted to comment on it but his throat still felt almost painfully dry. He ignored the fact for the time being, knowing that getting wet was something that he never took to a liking to. Grayson giggled, able to notice the warmth rising in his cheeks. They both began to walk back over to the house.

"Dr-Drake...uh...I've been needing to tell you that...I lo..."

Luke sat up in the trees, eyes wide with constricted pupils as if he had been driven mad. He readied the arrow in his bow and pulled back the string. He took in a deep breath and aimed it at his intended target.

Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe...

"Forgive me. I love you both, but I'll never have a chance with either of you if you're both together."

He released it and allowed the arrow to spring forth. The arrow came speeding down from the trees. Before Grayson could finish his sentence, one of the two saw the arrow out of the corner of his eye. He pushed the other back, watching with eyes full of pain as the arrow pierced into his own body. The other watched with wide eyes full of horror as his companion collapsed and bled.
Luke lowered his bow and pulled down his mask to allow himself to breathe. His eyes closed as he listened to one of his loves scream and cry out in emotional distress. He opened his eyes again, watching the blood sweep down the steps with his eyes filled with tears.

He sighed. "You...you'll be mine."

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Who died at the ending is up to readers interpretation. :)