They weren't arguing. Not really. Nate was yelling like Nate does. Drew was speaking in that annoyingly soothing voice he sometimes used when he was trying to keep a situation from becoming more of a situation. They were talking about … him.
He stepped into the room and Nate turned on him. Quinn could feel him. He could always feel Nate, this was a different feeling. He could feel barely contained rage emanating off his lover. The way he paced the room should have warned him. Hell, it should have warned the man sitting peacefully on the bed. For a trained investigator, Drew had no idea how much danger he was in at that moment.
Words were said. Or hurled. Quinn winced when his back hit the wall. He couldn't remember a damned word he'd said. He couldn't shake the dread that settled in his chest. The same dread that had driven him to pack his bags before the sun came up.
Nathan went for his gun. The rage and anger that simmered in his emotional cauldron most days finally coming to a full boil. Drew finally caught on.
Drew … fuck Drew. If it wasn't for Drew none of this shit would be happening now. They wouldn't be here … fighting over sex and who cheated and who was going to be the one to fuck Drew … Nathan wasn't wrong, Drew had brought all of this into their house and now he was in their bedroom.
Quinn felt as if he were watching his lover unlock the gun safe from some dream- shrouded distance. He couldn't move from the wall where Nathan had shoved him when they'd been screaming at each other.
Drew moved for him. He was across the room and heading for Nathan before he had the safe open. He stopped when the silver glinted in the air.
Quinn hadn't caught his breath before Drew turned on him and dragged him by his hair toward the bed. Startled, he didn't fight. Hell, it was what he'd wanted. But from Nathan, not Drew. He hadn't thought Drew capable until the fire in his eyes scalded Quinn to his core. Drew could be what Nathan couldn't. Drew could be what he needed.
His hands burned Quinn's wrists. The heat radiating through his clothes had Quinn aching. Nathan wouldn't hurt him, but Nathan didn't have a problem telling Drew how to hurt him.
He wanted to yell at them both to stop playing and fucking hurt him when Nathan helped Drew flip him over and cuff him to the bed.
He was so fucking turned on. He wanted them both to strip him naked and do as much damage as possible.
Nathan pulled away like he couldn't bear to touch Quinn. Don't fucking pussy out now-he wanted to throw the words Nathan had said back at him. Drew looked down at him like he wanted to tear him apart. He was breathing hard. His dick huge in his pants. Nathan simply stared at them. Stroking his dick. His eyes gone vacant in a way Quinn had never seen before.
Drew moved quickly, but it wasn't fast enough. The anger and rage Quinn had felt the moment he walked into the room erupting. Nathan was going to tear Drew apart. He justified it … because Drew wasn't him.
Quinn needed to get free. This wasn't play anymore. This was that night all over again. Or that day on the beach when Nathan was suicidal. He was going to kill Drew in Quinn's place. Quinn kicked out. He screamed for Nate to stop. He'd waited years for Nate to handcuff him to the bed. He sure as hell hadn't thought it would be to watch him go completely insane.
"Nathan!" He screamed as Drew somehow managed to flip Nate off him. He'd forgotten that Drew was as dangerous as Nate. He'd forgotten that Drew was probably more dangerous than Nate. They were both Marines. They were both law enforcement. But Drew had FBI training that Nathan didn't have. He was trained to take down men twice his size. And Nathan wasn't far off it.
He swung Nathan onto his stomach on the bed and clamped his wrists to the mattress. Sweat matted Nathan's hair to his face. He lay under Drew breathing heavily, but he didn't fight anymore. His body didn't relax. He lay sprawled beneath Drew, his body tense, almost as if he were waiting … "Do it," he growled, his voice muffled by the cover. He flexed his fingers, grabbing a handful of comforter as if he needed to hold on … "Do it, it's what you came here for. Do it."
Drew looked to Quinn for the first time since he cuffed Quinn to the headboard. There was fear in his eyes. And something … dark and twisted. "Quinn?"
Quinn closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. His heart racing. His mind screaming. "Do what he says. Fuck him."
"Quinn," Drew said again. Quinn opened his eyes. He leveled his most bored stare at the man. The one he'd perfected the year after his life had fallen apart the first time. It didn't matter to him what the men in the bed with him did. As long as one of them did something to him. Nathan was just a man he shared a bed with. It didn't matter. Nathan's ass was in the air. His legs spread. He wanted Drew to … force him.