Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All characters and whatnot belong to the lovely JR Ward.

Summary: Just my take on what happens after Qhuinn finds out Blay slept with Saxton. I can't wait a whole year to FINALLY, MAYBE get some juicy-ness in between the two of them! And I haven't been able to find any good fanfic on them. So if you know of any, LET ME KNOW!

**SPOILER ALERT!** Set after "Lover Mine".

**Unrequited**

**Chapter One**

Lying in bed, Qhuinn couldn't believe that it'd been a week since John and Xhex had gotten mated. Of course, with the two of them being so much in love or whatever, it seemed natural. Which was such a buzz kill. With the two of them being bad ass fighters and permanently attached at the hip, one way or another, it was hard for Qhuinn to get any decent lesser action. And he needed it. Bad.

Sure, life went on as normal in the Brotherhood's mansion. Everybody accepted John and Xhex without hesitation. Which was fine, but Qhuinn still managed to be in a piss-poor mood 24/7 lately. For starters, there was the fact that, with John being mated, he never wanted to hang out downtown anymore. Which only meant Qhuinn had to act like a TRUE drunkard and drink mostly by himself. And then, if he DID go out, it was to fight. And with Xhex being around… yeah, not a lot of action left over for Qhuinn. Plus, there was the tiny detail of Blay…

And what do you know, from the fresh smell of male on male coming in from under the door, Blay and Saxton were just coming in from the night. Fuck. It was going to be another long day.

The pair had been all but inseparable all week. Only when out in the field had Qhuinn managed to get Blay alone. But even then, he couldn't meet Blay's eyes. Just couldn't. As much as he was dying, almost literally dying to spend some down time with Blay, it just wasn't ever going to happen.

Fuck, almost as if on que, the scene replayed in his head again. Blay, on the terrace. Wrapped in a silk black robe. His hair half wet from a shower. Bite marks on his neck… yeah, so not what he needed right now. Blay had even said that it felt "right" to be with Saxton. Fuck that, he'd really only known the male for two weeks! Qhuinn had know him a lifetime! Didn't matter though, Qhuinn had really been the one to shut Blay down… and there wasn't too much he could do about that now, was there?

"Mmmm….. my, that feels good." As Saxton came up behind Blay, wrapping his arms gently around him, Blay coundn't help but sigh and lean back into the male. It was little moments like this, when the world seemed to slow and everything else in the world got shut off, that he loved the most. Leaning in so that they were joined head to toe, Sax whispered "Yes, well, that was my intention…" Sliding his hands slowly under Blay's shirt, massaging little circles into him with his fingertips, Saxton began kissing his way around the back of Blay's neck, then around to the front, and over his vien where the pulse was strongest. "Aaaaahhh…." The feeling of Sax's hot, needy, pulls on Blay's neck made him involuntarily sigh out loud. Just as he was falling into the sensation head-on, Sax unexpectantly scrapped his fangs against Blay's now super-sensitive skin without breaking it. The sudden 180 from soft, succulent pulls, to such a short, quick scrap, had Blay's breath catching and coming out on a hiss.

Coming back to his senses slightly, it was hard to remember life before Sax. Life before losing his virginity. Life, when all he thought of was…. "Ugh,…" Yeah, with Sax's hands moving to his already tight nipples, it was hard to focus on anything. And besides, thinking along those lines in present company was NOT where his head needed to be right now. Right now, all he needed to focus on was what Saxton was doing and trying not to spill any of the wine he had just poured. Which was proving quite difficult.

Noticing his difficulty, Sax laughed low in his throat and, reaching around him, brought Blay's glass to his lips. "My, my, Blaylock, do mind your drink, will you? As much as I enjoy seeing you in such a distressed state, I would so hate for you to ruin your outfit." With a smirk, Saxton turned and headed for the chair set across the room, leaving Blay to straighten his ensemble.

Laughing lightly, Blay poured himself another drink and went to sit by Sax. The male was looking particularly fine tonight, especially compared to what Blay himself had on. While Blay was dressed in his fighting gear, having just come in from the field, Saxton was so dressed to impress in his over-the-top designer threads. From stylishly perfect hair to won't-find-em-on-any-rack loafers, Sax knew he looked good. Knew and knew how to use his assets to his advantage. Cause yeah, the male looked just as good as just as confident in anything…. Or in absolutely nothing as it were.

Sipping on his drink, Saxton eyed Blay with that hot and ready stare that was so unnerving. And yet, that same stare made Blay's heart race and his blood run super-charged through his entire body. At first, it had been hard to just sit and relax around the male, not knowing what he was thinking or if he had any expectations. Now however, it was becoming easier and easier, comfortable almost, to just be around him. Blay began to experience what he had only heard other people talk about, how you could be with someone and, not saying a word, feel like you'd had the best conversation ever.

Setting his drink down, Blay rose and slowly dragged his body around to where Saxton sat. Grabbing the glass out of his hand and setting it beside his own, Blay felt the need to return the affection that Sax had momentarily shown. Kneeling, and then sitting back on his haunches, Blay placed his hands on either side of the male's neck, under the collar of his shirt and began massaging his neck and shoulder muscles lightly.

Now it was Sax's turn to purr. "Mmmm….." Closing his eyes and tilting his body forward, Saxton's lips puckered out slightly, searching for a kiss. Blay, however, had learned a thing or two in the time he had spent with his lover…. Because that's what they were now, lovers.

Moving his hands to Sax's collar bones, Blay pushed back slightly, pushing Sax back into the chair. Following him with his upper body, Blay pushed himself into the space between Sax's legs. While still massaging, Blay marveled as Sax let his head fall back with a sigh. Having opened up such a perfect invitation, Blay returned the favor and moved his lips to Sax's neck. Placing small, butterfly kisses at first, then slowly letting his tongue snake out for a little taste, Blay let his hands wander down to Sax's lushes abs. Rubbing from inside, close to the navel, to outside, almost around the torso, Blay began pulling his body close, then retreating further away. Setting a rhythm with his body, hands, and mouth, Blay heard Sax's pulse kick up a notch at the same time his did.

Just as he thought things were really going to heat up, Sax brought his hands up to Blay's shoulders and nudged him back lightly. With a sparkle in his eye, Sax peered up at Blay through his lashes and smiled that easy, come-hither, man-eating smile that he knew worked so well and caused all kinds of physical and emotional reactions in Blay.

"First meal is in 20 minutes" Sax murmured

"Yeah, well, that's more than plenty of time in my opinion"

"Hmm, some of us are still guests here. And as a guest I would really hate to show up to First meal, in front of the King, in a mess. Forgive me love, but we do have all night… or all day as it were."

…And there it was again, the "L" word. Saxton used it quite liberally, not meaning it as more than a pet term, but it still made Blay feel slightly uncomfortable. "Fine. Okay. Yeah, well in that case, let's go ahead and head down. As a guest, you've been a bit antisocial and I could always use a round of pool." Placing a kiss gently on the side of Sax's neck, Blay rose up, tugging Sax to his feet as well. The two headed for the door hand in hand, both throwing glances of sultry pleasures to come at each other.

At the top of the grand stair case, they separated but still stayed close next to each other. They were not overly affectionate in public, for no other reason other than that they just did not particularly feel the need to show their feelings in public. At least, that was Blay's side of it anyway.

Crossing the foyer and coming in to the game room, Blay tensed as the smell hit him. Fresh. Clean. All-male. Would-be sex except Blay knew that Qhuinn hadn't had the opportunity to scratch that particular itch lately… and sure enough, coming around the corner, leaning over the table, set up for a perfect shot, Qhuinn looked ready to kill anything in sight. Both from the way he was dressed to the way he was looking at his cousin and Blay.

Fuck.

Shit. Fuck.

I soo don't need this right now.

"Hey guys, what's doing?"

Blay just nodded. Sax, ever the more confident of the two, answered by picking up a pool stick and coming around to the other side of the table.

"Cousin, as always such a pleasure to see you around. How have you been?"

Just fucking fine and dandy. "Great". And by the way, back the fuck off my boy. "So Sax, they not missing you at home yet?"

"Hm, well, as always, I'm sure my mother would love to see me, and I am planning on visiting them soon, but they know that I am doing business for the King, so I assure you, my… visit, is quite justified in their eyes."

Huh, yeah, visit my ass. A week constituted at least an extended stay, but whateve. Whatever Blay and Sax had going on between them, Qhuinn really didn't need the details. And if Sax was planning a little drop-in with his parents, Qhuinn hoped he'd take Blay along. Do the both of them good to face their shit in public. Man-up, so to speak… Not that they weren't doing enough of that already.

As Sax set up for a shot, Qhuinn shot a glance at Blay. Yeah, bad idea. The guy was still in his fighting gear, which was totally a turn on. Blay could def rock the fancy threads, but damn, in leathers, Blay was like sex on a stick.

"Ha, you always were a suck shot." Sax's shot missed the mark by miles as far as Qhuinn was concerned.

"Yes, well, I prefer the subtleties of a well-rounded conversation over hitting balls around with a stick."

Yeah, I bet.

"Boys." As Wrath, son of Wrath passed the entry way, he stopped and looked to Saxton. Well, not really "looked" as the King couldn't actually see. Didn't really mean the King missed anything of what was going on around him. Straight up, the King knew what was doing. Always had, always would. "Saxton, you finish those property deets for me yet?"

As Saxton promptly straightened, handing the pool stick to Blay, he was quick to answer the King. "Yes sire, I would gladly present it to you if you have a moment?"

"Yeah, sure, we got time."

Sax shot one last, longing look at Blay, then followed the King out. You could fill a country the size of the Soviet Union with the silence left in the room when they left. Qhuinn continued his game, since it was his shot. Naturally, being alone in a room with Blay for the first time since he'd hooked up with Saxton, he missed the shot.

Wondering if Blay was going to bail or take the shot, Qhuinn went over and poured himself a long/tall of whatever was on hand. Tequila. Perfect. Click, click. The sound of Blay continuing the game, also fucking perfect, especially as the guy had been avoiding him for a while now.

"Damn Blay, you're letting your game slip." As Qhuinn leaned over the table, he took a nice deep breath. Clean. Fresh. Only slightly aroused.

They hadn't had sex yet. Not tonight anyway. And they hadn't taken each other's vein yet either. Which made it so much easier to be around him.

"Yeah, well, I guess I could use the practice. I'm sure they'll be a while. Sax gets really worked-up about all the legal stuff…" Trailing off as if he suddenly realized what he was saying, Blay moved over to let Qhuinn slide by and take another shot. As he passed by, Qhuinn saw Blay's nostrils flair and his eyes glow bright for a moment. And damn, didn't that make Qhuinn feel ten feet tall. It meant that maybe, just maybe, there was still a spark, something, left for Qhuinn in Blay's heart.

As Blay set for the next shot, he knew he probably should leave. This was most likely going to turn into something wrong. Somehow. It was weird though, in his heart, Blay knew that Qhuinn should at least be his best friend, at most… well…

Coming around to get a better shot, Blay bent at the hips and set the shot. "Christ, you're doing it all wrong. Haven't I taught you anything over the years? Here, like this." As Qhuinn began to come around Blay straightened and stiffened. Meeting Qhuinn in the eye, he held perfectly still.

"Do you want me to help you out or not?" Dropping his eyes, Qhuinn set his own pool stick down. Hesitantly moving towards Blay and looking around, Qhuinn went to stand behind him.

Resigning himself to whatever may come, Blay leaned back over the table. "Yeah, sure." Qhuinn came up behind Blay, placing his hands over the other males but keeping the rest of their bodies separated. A few months ago, this would have been no problem. Hell, they had had their first drink together, had had sex (with separate people), in the same room, feed from the same female, Blay had even first learned how to play pool in a situation just like this. So then why was this so awkward?

As Qhuinn began to shift their hands, Blay came back to the present with a jolt. Blay could separately identify each and every point where Qhuinn's skin touched his.

"Like this" Qhuinn murmured in Blay's ear as he shifted forward, bringing their bodies close, oh so close. The striped balls fell into their intended spots like clockwork. Qhuinn let his hands and arms linger around Blay's body. When the moment stretched for just slightly longer than courtesy could extend, Qhuinn backed up and cleared his throat. Moving to the bar and taking a drink, Blay looked for his next shot, trying hard not the think of what may or may not pass between the two of them. And whether or not he wanted it to.

As they both came back to the game, Blay spotted an opening. "Now this one is difficult" he thought out loud. Not sure of which situation he was referring to. As Blay set to, hopefully, make the shot, Qhuinn came around shaking his head.

"Wrong. You really need to lean in to it so you have enough leverage and momentum to make the shot. If not, you'll fall short and miss your chance." Blay held perfectly still again. If nothing else, he was no longer going to chase Qhuinn. But if Qhuinn decided to come to Blay well….

All logical thoughts vanished from the room as Qhuinn came up behind Blay again. This time however, it was not just their hands that touched. As Qhuinn leaned forward to better make the shot, he pressed his full body weight into Blay, trapping him between the hard table and Qhuinn's hard body. And man, he really wasn't holding anything back. Blay could feel Qhuinn's strong arms surrounding him, moving against him, moving with him. Feel Qhuinn's hot breath coming just a little faster on his neck. Feel his pierced pecks press in to his back muscles as he flexed and strained forward to reach the shot.

Still in control, Qhuinn slowly slid the stick smoothly through their hands. Blay tried not to think about the way even that slight movement rocked and shifted their bodies, creating a wonderful friction that Blay knew neither one of them could ignore. He hoped so anyway…

Tensing to take the shot, Qhuinn's body tightened around Blay's, his cock twitching against Blay's ass… and of course, missing the shot. As they both refused to move they were almost panting. Trying to reign in their sporadic breath as well as their emotions, Qhuinn set the shot up again.

Refusing to accept that this was anything other than a pool lesson, Blay took a deep breath to relax. Yeah, bad idea. As he inhaled, that brought his ass tight against Qhuinn's cock. Blay let out a sudden, short breath just as Qhuinn inhaled sharply. Yeah, it was a lesson alright, a lesson in self control.

Blay suddenly felt Qhuinn's breath hitch up a notch. Then the felt him lean further forward, bracing both hands around Blay and against the pool table, slamming the stick down against the top. Hanging his head forward, it fell into the crook of Blay's shoulder.

Trying to not think about what was going on, just letting it happen, Blay held perfectly still except for his now ragged breathing. Too bad he couldn't stop his ass muscles from involuntarily flexing and releasing as Qhuinn's own shuddering breaths created a pattern of slight drags and pulls against him. He could feel the hot length of Qhuinn's cock pushing slightly harder now right between his thighs. Feel the tip of it straining behind his leathers and getting a good work out from the friction between their bodies. And man, didn't Blay's body have a perfect response to that.

He relished in the feeling of being trapped between the table and Qhuinn's hard body. Knowing that Qhuinn was in control and all of this was on his terms. Knowing that, if anything happened, it was because Qhuinn wanted it to, not because Blay was pushing, or letting his imagination run into over-time.

As Qhuinn began to push a little deeper, he let out a small growl and brought his right hand around to just over Blay's right hip bone. Supporting his weight, holding him up, as well as being able to control the movement of Blay's hips with just one hand. Pulling Blay in close against himself, Qhuinn took one of his legs and forced one of Blay's legs further apart. The slight change in position had Qhuinn's cock hitting right where he wanted it to be. As he continued the rhythm, Blay felt Qhuinn's hand slid from over his hip to under his shirt and over his ab muscles. Qhuinn shifted forward even more, reaching further up so that, with the arm that was wrapped around Blay, he laid his forearm against his sternum and brought his hand up to Blay's neck.

Qhuinn suddenly pushed just slightly harder and Blay let out of moan of pure pleasure. Letting his head fall back against Qhuinn's shoulder. All he had to do was turn his head to the side and he knew what he would find. Qhuinn's lips. Those lushes, delicious, full lips that had been center stage in so many of his fantasies. Until recently that is….

As if sensing his train of thought, Qhuinn turned his own lips towards Blay's neck, found the spot just over his pulse and began suckin. Hard.

Shit, that was going to leave a mark. And while that definitely sent a thrill down the length of his body, he was momentarily worried that Sax might….

Shit. Sax….

Turning his body away hard, but not managing to break all contact, Blay came to his senses. Qhuinn kept his hand on Blay's hip, still unable to break his rhythm. Except now their upper bodies were separated and Qhuinn's head fell to just between Blay's shoulder blades. Man, the feel of his need had an involuntary shudder going through Blay.

"N-no." Blay breathed, even as his body betrayed him and, keeping with Qhuinn's set pace, met his thrusts with his own.

A growl echoed through the room as Blay slightly pinched Qhuinn's cock between his ass. The bonding sent filling the room and from the corner of his eye, he could see Qhuinn's fangs making an appearance. In a big way.

He wanted this. Fuck him, but Qhuinn wanted this. And from what he could tell of Blay's breathing and the way the male's head fell back, even now, after his "almost protest", Blay wanted this too. God, his skin was so soft under his hands, his lips slightly parted, trying to deny what his body was clearly begging for. Blay was the most perfect male Qhuinn had ever seen. Especially when he was like this, slightly sexed up… and by Qhuinn's own hand, or rather, his whole body, as it were.

Foot steps in the foyer had Blay tensing up, and not in a good way. Qhuinn however, didn't give a fuck. Let Sax come in and see them like this. Maybe he'd learn a thing or two. Clearly, if Blay was still jonesing for his cock, Sax must not be taking care of him properly when the two got horizontal. So yeah, he didn't give two shits who it was, the feel of Blay's body and his blood pumping, rushing, was all that Qhuinn could handle to think about right now.

Yeah, and Blay was so not on board with that. Just before whoever it was came into view, Blay rolled away, leaving Qhuinn to stand there, bearing his massive erection, alone. Fortunately, as Fritz passed by, he was turned away from the door. Both panting, both straining in their leathers, they refused to look at each other. Then Qhuinn was in Blay's face. His hands on either side of his neck, forcing him to meet his stare and refusing to let him look away. With a growl of frustration, Qhuinn let his hands adjust as he slid his mouth, fangs fully bared, to Blay's neck. Blay stood his ground, but all but lost it as Qhuinn dragged the tip of his fangs over his neck. Hating the bite marks that were already there, Qhuinn wanted to leave some of his own to cover them up. Had to cover them up, had to stake his own, rightful claim to the male.

"Boys…" As a sympathy, Xhex know what was doing between the two long before she ever set eyes on this scene. So her seeing them like this was practically a god send compared to who it could have been.

Finally breaking the moment, Qhuinn turned and, without a word, headed over to the dining area. Blay followed about five minutes later, after having caught his breath and calmed down. Yet again, the two refused to meet each other's eyes but from the tense set of Blay's shoulders every time he looked over, Blay knew Qhuinn was watching him. And yeah, good. Let him think about that. Let him keep thinking about it even after, a few minutes later, his lover (for real) walked in with the King.

Yeah, it was going to be a long freakin' day…