The second Nick is in his lap, Leo's hands slide up his thighs to his hips, leaving long, red lines in the wake of his nails before he grips his hips hard enough to bruise. The man is beautiful and Leo knows he has no trouble pulling in unsuspecting victims; idiots who fall for Nick's charm and then at Leo's hand.

The blonde noses at his neck, inhaling the clean scent of the plain soap Leo insists be used and the underlying scent that is all Nick, one he wears proud even though they're the only two that can actually smell it.

Sharp teeth find earlier's wounds and he bites down, hard, once again spilling coppery blood over Nick's neck and his own lips and he laps at them slowly, while one hand moves to the draw beside the bed until it finds the tube he's looking for.

"Get yourself ready for me. I want to watch."