Mmm...

Blake snuggled in a little closer as his heat source withdrew, unwilling to be away from it. He felt a faint vibration as he wrapped his arms back around it and scooted closer.

He felt a hand gently pat his hair as he began to fall back asleep, but just moments after he had drifted off he sensed that heat pulling away from him again.

"Alright, love. Wake up for me then, please," came Wyatt's deep, quiet voice.

Blake grumbled a little in protest, because quite frankly, he was exhausted. They had stayed up a bit after Sage had left the previous evening. Things had also gotten quite a bit heated and Blake had ended up taking care of Wyatt's needs with his mouth.

It hadn't been planned, by any means, but he'd enjoyed bringing pleasure to his master while on his knees. However, when Wyatt tried to reciprocate things took a turn and they had to stop. While it had ended with another stressful negative reaction, Wyatt had quickly turned that negative into a positive with hot chocolate, cuddles, and a movie to fall asleep to.

He was just drifting back off to sleep when a sudden loud crack of thunder startled him awake!

Pushing himself up, Blake quickly looked around, then realized that the sound had come from a storm that was starting up outside. Once that was figured out and his heart had calmed a little, he turned his attention to Wyatt.

"Master?" he said in a still-sleepy voice.

Wyatt immediately reached over and pet his head with a warm smile on his face that was all for him.

"I'm sorry, I was trying not to wake you, but you wouldn't let me get out of bed. Then that lightning strike happened..." he said right before another boom of thunder shook their apartment.

Rubbing at one eye, Blake yawned and sniffled a little.

"Mm, it's fine. I'm sorry I wouldn't let you go," he said before yawning again.

Once he finished that gesture Wyatt leaned in and stole a quick kiss before scooting out of the bed, making Blake curiously look toward the alarm clock.

Two in the morning?

They had only just gone to bed two hours ago.

"Master Wyatt, is something wrong?" he asked as he hurried to the edge of the bed, too.

Wyatt hesitated for just a moment in the darkness before running a hand through his hand and sighing.

"I just wanted to call Sage and see if he was okay. He doesn't do well during bad storms."

Blake was about to question why, but then he realized that the answer was obvious. The man was a bat and bad storms could generate such powerful lightning strikes that the thunder could shake buildings. It didn't matter much to regular people, but Sage relied on his hearing to see, too.

"He gets extremely nauseous and overstimulated during bad weather. I just wanted to check on him," Wyatt said, making Blake climb out of bed, too.

"Give him a call."

Wyatt reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table and grabbed his phone, then sat down on the edge of the bed as he dialed.

Blake sat down right next to him, his hands twisting together in his lap as nerves began to make him uneasy. He hadn't realized that Sage would have such difficulty with something most other people wouldn't even mind. Heck, storms usually helped him sleep.

Wyatt lowered the phone from where he'd pressed it up against his ear a few moments later, then sighed again.

"I figured he wouldn't be able to pick up the phone."

Before Wyatt could even think about asking, Blake stood up again and reached his hand down.

"Our stubborn Batman needs us," he said with a knowing smile.

Wyatt seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then returned his smile with a stressed one of his own.

"Thank you, Blake. Let's go check on him," he said as he quickly pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt.

Blake copied him, getting dressed quickly before grabbing his phone, keys, and heading for the door and slipping his shoes on. The moment they opened the door it nearly slammed back in their faces as a harsh gust of wind shot through the outdoor walkway.

"Got it. Go ahead, babe," Wyatt said as he easily caught the door.

Blake hurried out into the walkway, then quickly made his way toward the stairs. Wyatt was soon at his side as they descended, then ran for the car as rain pelted down upon their heads.

By the time they managed to get inside and fight with the wind to get the doors closed, they were absolutely soaked!

"I suppose we should have tried an umbrella, but I have a feeling that it would have gotten destroyed by that wind almost immediately," Blake said as he buckled himself up with shaking hands.

Wyatt got the heater going right away, along with the windshield wipers.

"Yeah, definitely would have broken it," he agreed as he carefully got them on their way.

Thankfully, Sage didn't live that far, and it only took them a few minutes to navigate the empty streets to his place. When they pulled into an huge apartment complex and Wyatt went to the third building, then stopped the car in front of a small garage, Blake pursed his lips. He'd honestly been curious about where Sage lived, though he hadn't expected that his first visit would be in the middle of the night during a terrible storm.

"We'll use the garage," Wyatt said as he reached up and pressed a button on a small plastic opener Blake hadn't noticed on his sun visor in front of him.

Wait... why does Sage have a garage? Aren't they usually extra?

There was no way the guy could drive, either.

"He uh, got it for me since I look after him," he said as a faint blush tinted his cheeks.

Blake noticed the slight coloration, but he couldn't fault the man. The more time he spent with the two of them, the more he'd come to realize that they seemed like more of a packaged deal. Not that he was complaining, and of course, he wouldn't try to force either of them to do anything in terms of changing their relationship, but he wasn't against it.

"The rain has slowed down a little bit. Should we try and make a run for it now?" he said as Wyatt pushed the button to close the garage door.

"Yeah, let's get going," Wyatt said as they both got out, then headed for the door at the back of the small garage.

An abrupt lightning strike startled them both as Wyatt yanked him back inside the small building right before a crack of thunder so loud it made their ears ring shattered the calm sound of rain.

They both ignored the door now smacking against the inside wall as the wind blew it back constantly. They were far too preoccupied with regaining their breath and calming their shaking bodies.

Wyatt had his arms tightly wrapped around him and refused to let go for nearly two full minutes as they both panted and shook.

"That... was way too close," Wyatt finally said as his arms shakily fell away from Blake's body.

"Are you alright?" he asked after another moment.

Blake nodded, still a little stunned that they'd almost gotten struck by lighting.

"Let's go," he said, his voice a little scratchy.

Wyatt leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then took his hand and carefully walked back toward the open door. They waited a few moments before deciding to make a run for it.

Thankfully, the apartments were only about fifteen feet away and they made it with just some more rain added to their already-wet clothing. Once in front of the man's door, they looked at each other for a brief moment, then Blake watched as Wyatt knocked twice.

Neither of them really expected an answer, so when there was none and the rain began to pick up harder, splashing them as it came down in torrents, Wyatt took out a small key and unlocked the door.

It was completely dark inside, but that was no surprise considering the time of day. Wyatt didn't hesitate to flick on the first light switch they found as Blake stepped inside behind him, then turned around to close and lock the door.

When Blake turned back around and slipped his shoes off like his love just had, then followed Wyatt down the small hall and then into the living room, he was a bit stunned.

It's... spotless.

It was also very minimalistic. The man literally had two tan recliners with a coffee table between them as far as furniture went. There was absolutely nothing on the walls, but that wasn't too surprising. What use were pictures if you couldn't see them? And a clock would have probably been incredibly annoying to someone who uses echolocation.

Blake waited in the living room as Wyatt stepped into a bedroom a few feet away. When he silently closed the door most of the way, Blake licked his lips and rocked back and forth on his feet.

He wasn't going to say anything, but he could already tell that Sage wasn't in good shape. The man's thoughts were running a mile a minute and since he was so stress, they were easy to pick up.

As much as he wanted to go help, since he did often deal with traumas in his pediatric career, he held himself back and waited.

It took quite a while, but as time passed, he began to sense a change in those frantic thoughts. Each time a burst of thunder would rumble in from outside they wavered abruptly, but it didn't take long for them to get back on track. About ten more minutes passed before he heard Wyatt's thoughts slip into his mind.

Could you bring me some warm water with honey in it please, love? There are cups in the cabinet to the left of the sink and the honey should be sitting out on the counter.

Blake hurried into the little kitchen and easily found what he'd been asked to retrieve.

Found them. Give me a moment.

Thank you.

Blake got busy with his task, then quietly entered Sage's bedroom. He was a bit surprised when he didn't see either of the men there, but then remembered that Wyatt had mentioned that bad storms make Sage nauseous.

Turning, he noticed a faint light coming from within the bathroom. The door was also cracked open.

Poor baby.

Walking over, he gently nudged the door open right as he heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Wyatt was just repositioning himself on the tile floor and guiding Sage's shivering body down into his arms. His love had also removed his soaked shirt, but that was no surprise... and a good idea.

Blake waited until Wyatt was ready, then handed him the glass of water.

"Could you bring this to the sink, please love?" Wyatt asked as he lifted up another cup that had clearly already been used.

Blake didn't question it and quickly brought it to the kitchen to sit in the sink. It was probably used to help rinse out Sage's mouth after he'd thrown up, and simply putting it back on the bathroom counter might be an issue later. It also smelled like toothpaste, so at least he'd had help brushing his teeth afterward.

He decided to remove his frigid shirt once he'd completed that task. His chest had gone pale from the cold, making him realize that he should have removed it much sooner.

Oh well. Hopefully I don't get sick.

At least it was Sunday so he didn't have to worry about calling in for the new job he'd just gotten.  

He flinched when another round of thunder roared outside, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him wrap his arms around his bare chest.

Are you alright, Blake?

Blake felt his face warm a little. He hadn't meant to let his own emotions drift.

I'm okay. Just a little cold, he replied.

There was silence between them for a moment as the rain outside began coming down even harder, making it easily audible in the small apartment.

Sage said that you can borrow whatever you need from his dresser.

Blake glanced back toward the bedroom, hesitated for a moment, then gave in. He was cold, and his pants were soaked, too.

Alright, tell him I said thanks, he replied as he walked back into the bedroom.

Now that he was actually looking around the room, Blake was a bit surprised to see that there was almost nothing in it. A single bed, one nightstand, and a dresser made up the entirety of the room. There were a few suits hanging up in the closet and two pairs of shoes beneath them.

He doesn't buy anything that isn't necessary. Especially if it's going to be inside of his home permanently. He wants to feel safe here without having to focus on his echolocation, Wyatt thought to him, answering Blake's curiosity.

Turning, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt. They were well worn and soft, with Sage's pleasant clean scent on them. Once he'd removed his soaked pants and tugged on the clean clothing, Blake gave a content sigh and glanced down at the faded picture he'd noticed on the gray shirt.

Of course...

It was a little red faded cartoon bat standing at the top of what appeared to be the grand canyon, screeching with all its might to try and make as many echoes as it could. On the bottom corner of the shirt was a bat, possibly at the bottom of the grand canyon, spinning dizzily as the echoes from the other bat bounced off the walls incessantly.

So cute.

Without the frigid clothing, Blake was warming up quite nicely and calmly made his way back toward the bathroom.

"Is everything alright?" he whispered from the doorway.

He couldn't see them since he'd closed the door for Sage's privacy once he'd brought in the honey water previously.

I'm trying to feed him a bit of blood but he's refusing because I'm really cold. Would you mind sitting with him for a few minutes while I change clothes?

Blake nudged open the door with a tired smile.

Of course I don't mind. I can even feed him if he doesn't have a preference.

He expected Wyatt to be a little uneasy at the idea, but to his surprise, instead of answering telepathically, he simply stood up and walked to the door. It was obvious that he wanted to hug him, but the guy was still wearing his soaked clothing, so he held back and instead just leaned forward for a quick kiss.

"If he doesn't mind, then that's fine. I'm going to change my clothes."

Blake nodded and stepped inside. He immediately walked over and sat down against the sink cabinet beside a shaking Sage. He was managing to hold himself up, but it was clear that he was struggling. His skin was also terribly pale.

He considered pulling the guy into his lap so that he didn't have to hold himself up, but he was a decent bit bigger than him, so it might be awkward...

You know what, screw it. He's not feeling well and needs some love. I'll baby him no matter what it might look like. He also has shorts on, so it's not like he's naked.

And so, Blake carefully helped Sage into his lap, then once the man was as comfortable as he could be, lifted his hand toward his chin.

Sage reacted faster than he expected, but not by doing what he'd expected. The guy grabbed his wrist before it could even touch his skin, then tilted his head upward where it rested against his shoulder so that their eyes could meet... even if his couldn't truly see.

"Babe..." Sage whispered hoarsely, his throat clearly having been damaged from throwing up so much recently. 

Blake smiled as he hugged Sage a little closer.

"Master Wyatt said that it was fine to feed you since I've already warmed up," he said, making sure that he was talking loud enough for Wyatt to easily hear him in the bedroom, too.

There were no secrets between them, and he never wanted Sage or Wyatt to think that he was trying to keep something from the other. He could read between the lines easily enough, and honestly, the other two were getting so close now that he didn't need to even try. Those lines had already been blurred together to the point of becoming one.

I love you master Wyatt, he thought to his boyfriend happily as he felt Sage slowly turn his head until his nose was nuzzling against the warm skin of his neck.

I love you, too, Blake. I would also say not to let him bite you on the neck because he can get a bit carried away with the chewing, but I have a feeling that you'd like that pain.

He would definitely like that pain, but...

Are you okay with that, though?

He felt Wyatt consider his words carefully for a few moments, then respond with a content tone.

Yes, I would be okay with that. I'm not sure how to put this, but I think Sage might have a point in considering the three of us being together. I love you to pieces, even though we've only known each other for a short time, but I also, for some reason, don't mind when he gives you attention, either. Timmy is the only one who throws a bit of a tantrum, but even he is getting used to the possibility of Sage being around you more.

Blake wanted to roll his eyes at Wyatt as he felt Sage begin to lick his neck, making the area he intended to bite unfortunately go a bit numb.

He had easily been able to tell that Wyatt's interest in Sage had been more than just friends, but the guy, himself, was clearly still trying to figure it out. He also missed one thing in his assessment, too. Sage was, and evidently had always been, after him. Yes, Blake could tell that he liked him a lot, too, but the man clearly wanted both of the options laid out in front of him.

The amount of patience Sage must have is incredible, he thought to himself, being extra careful not to send it to either of the two men.

I love you, too, and while I'm not one-hundred percent sure that I share the same feelings for Sage, I do really enjoy his company and I don't mind having his attention if you're alright with it. I didn't want to really entertain the idea of a second master unless you were completely comfortable with the idea, he replied, trying to make sure that he was wording things correctly.

Right after he'd finished that thought Blake winced slightly as sharp teeth took a decent bite out of his neck. The reaction seemed to get Sage's attention right away, however, making him quickly tone it down a good amount.

I told you he bites pretty hard when you let him have your neck, Wyatt teased as he walked into the bathroom with a small blanket.

"Oh, good idea," Blake said out loud as Wyatt knelt down and draped it over Sage's still-shivering body.

"Do you think you can get to bed, or do you feel better sitting next to the toilet in case you have to throw up again?" he asked as he sat down and began gently rubbing Sage's back through the blanket.

They both waited patiently as Sage drank a few sips from his neck, then licked the wound he'd created a couple times before replying quietly.

"I don't think... I can yet," he forced out as he tried to control his quiet panting.

"In that case, give me just a minute," Wyatt said as he got back up and went into the bedroom.

He returned a few moments later with an armful of pillows and one of Sage's heavy blankets.

"The storm has died down quite a bit and should be gone within an hour or two," he said as Sage went back to gently licking at Blake's neck.

Wyatt then hurried about them, flitting from here to there like a worried mother as he got some pillows situated behind Blake, then wrapped them both up tightly in the large blanket.

He hadn't even realized it before since he'd been so distracted, but as soon as Wyatt had finished tucking them in together, Blake was just about ready to pass out from exhaustion.

"We did wake up in the middle of the night, love. Get some rest. I'm going to cook a bit. He's going to need more than blood once he's feeling better," he said, making Blake look up at him with heavy eyelids.

He didn't want Wyatt to have to stay up, but he knew better than to argue. His love knew what he was doing and was used to taking care of Sage, that much was obvious. So, instead of letting himself get upset, he simply nodded and replied with a quiet, "thank you, master. Rest once you're done, please."

Smiling softly, Wyatt leaned over and pressed their lips together, then reached a hand up and settled it against Sage's soft hair. The man had already passed out and was quietly snoring with his nose just-barely touching where he'd bitten Blake's neck.

"Such a messy eater," Wyatt remarked as his smile grew a tiny bit bigger. "Get some rest and let me know if you need anything," he said a moment later as he took one more kiss from Blake, then stood up.

Blake gave a sleepy nod in response, then yawned. A moment later and the bathroom light, which had already been dimmed, was turned off completely, leaving just a faint glow from the kitchen area outside the bedroom. Blake snuggled in as he contently listened to Wyatt work quietly in the other room, but before he could even smell any food cooking, he had fallen completely asleep.