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"I'll get you out of your head," Chris offered. "I'm very good at that."

The wolf was prowling, circling Chris like prey in his mind.

Stepping back, he smiled and began to unbutton his own shirt. "Tell me more. Tell me what else you like."

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"Fancy a night cap? Something strong?" he asked as he stepped out of the shower and offered Chris a towel. "I like a drink before bed."

"Oh, yes. I think I'd like that," Chris said as he dried himself off. He felt perfectly natural standing nude in front of the other man. His tattoos were for him, he didn't show them off and was a bit protective of them, but this was not at all uncomfortable.

"Thank you for all this. You're so wonderful with dinner and the delivery and everything," he said happily.

Val waved him off, shaking his head.

"It's no trouble. I like taking care of my friends, in hopes that if I ever need it, they will take care of me."

"A reasonable request," Chris replied, keeping close to Val as they dried and moved out to get clothes. The delivery had indeed come and Chris swallowed his pills down dry, then followed Val to the drinks.

"What do you drink? I'm not very adventurous, I'm afraid. A brandy every now and again..."

I drink most things, but if Brandy is your poison, let's open a bottle of that," Val replied easily, perfectly happy to drink most anything.

He could not have felt more pampered, he was sure. Chris nodded and waited for Val to sort out the drinks. He smiled at the label, though he wasn't surprised the man had the best bottle available.

"I have had the most amazing night tonight, Val. I'm so very glad we met. So pleased."

"As am I, Chris," Val assured him, smiling brightly at that as he poured them each a glass.

Chris took his and then impetuously reached to touch Val's cheek, cradling his jaw. He kissed him sweetly with his eyes closed so he could focus on the sensation.

Then he pulled away and lifted his glass.

"To a lovely new friendship."

Val liked to be touched and kissed. He liked attention and praise... He was a glutton for being liked.

"One that will only get stronger," he added cheerfully.

He agreed to that with a smile and a nod, then sipped his brandy. It was potent...and not the best thing to have on top of the medications he'd just taken. Chris found himself growing drowsy rather quickly.

"This is an excellent bottle," he said, forcing himself to be a bit more clear headed.

"Strong," Val warned, reaching to take the glass from the other man. "Come on. To bed with you."

"And you, too," he replied, smiling to himself as they made it back tot he bedroom. Val's bed was so striking- unlike anything he'd ever seen- yet it suited the man so perfectly.

Chris was quite pliant as he sand into the bed and burrowed under the covers.

"You too," he said again, his eyes so very heavy.

Crawling into bed, Val settled in close, wrapping himself around the other man and yawning as he got comfortable.

"Sleep well, handsome," he murmured.

Chris slipped into a relaxed state, content to hodl Val and breathe him in. He didn't smell like anyone he'd ever met, not that he typically noticed that sort of thing, but there was something about him that made Chris feel...safe. Content. Special. He was sure he could easily get used to sharing Val's bed.

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