Sing me to Sleep ((Aida/Drakary)

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Drakary sighed. "I detest you, you know that?" he sighed before yawning. "Alright, I'll make everything gravy, fuck off." he said and hung up on his agent yet again.

[ode]

Aida continued to ignore the reporter and his manager of whom kept tapping his watch as he sung a new experimental track.

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Drakary got in his transport and headed over to the studio to smooth things over with his not boyfriend.

[ode]

Aida finally oudln't take it anymore and had to come out for a drink. He was immediately assailed by the reporter.

"What is happening with your and Drakary Jukars relationship? It's so new that we only learned of it right before the drama last night. what's your comment on last nights drama? Are you and Mr. Jukar still -"

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Drakary was coming into the studio and had just stepped inside when he saw the male being accosted.

He sighed, deciding to go ahead and put his acting skills to work.

"Aida, " he called the male, looking contrite. "Can I speak to you a minute," he asked.

[ode]

Aida raised his brow at the man's expression but took the opportunity to excuse himself and walk over to the man. "Yes?"

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"C'mon, let's go somewhere a little more private to talk." he said, pulling the male in to one of the soundproof rooms and disconnecting the mics so they wouldn't be heard.

"Okay, so, apparently all of this publicity madness is my fault, so I have to invent a way to fix it." he said, sighing and leaning his broad back against the glass.

[ode]

Aida stared at him and then out the window at the reporter who was eagerly writing as the photographer next to him snapped away at the two of them. Moving to inconspicuously plug back up the mics, he moved to the big man and wrapped his arms around him. Hugging him briefly, he threaded his fingers in the man's hair and tugged him down. "I forgive you, Drake," he said softly, but loud enough to for the mics to pick up. "We were both a little tipsy last night." That said, he tipped his chin up and pulled the man in a sugary sweet kiss.

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Drake was surprised at the new development but returned the kiss as he caught on to what the little devil was doing. He kissed the popstar breathless and broke from him. "Good, I promise to do better baby." He said to the male softly and gruffly so the mics could still pick it up a bit.

[ode]

Aida was surprised at the pant that emerged from him. He'd give the guy one thing - he was one hell of a kisser. "I've got some work to do. But I'll see you tonight, okay?" he bit his lip as he stared up at the man under his lashes. He was blatantly aware of the camera flashing to the side of him.

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"Yeah, I'll call you." Drake said, kissing the male's temple before righting himself and heading from the sound booth, glaring at the press person as he made his way out.

[ode]

While the press was distracted with Drake, Aida glared at his manager and gestured for the door. The man got the hint and quickly ushered the group out.

Once he was alone again, he sighed. Sometimes this fame shit was too much.

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Drakary totally agreed, sighing as he made his way back to his transport, the things he did for good press. The damn prissy little popstar obviously hated his guts, and Drake wasn't one to chase any bearer, but goddamn if he wasn't a sexy little minx.

"Take me to my parents' house." he said to the transport.

[ode]

Brendan answered the door with a yawn, scratching his belly. "Just who I wanted to see," he greeted his son.

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"Hi dad," Drakary greeted, towering over his father--he had taken after his grandfather in that respect.