Mark was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house. It was then he remembered that his boyfriend Greg.. well Mary's boyfriend, anyway, was supposed to be coming over today. Thinking quick she ran her head under the faucet and grabbed a robe from the hook on the door, throwing it over his broad shoulders. The thing, despite being on the large size didn't close all the way, leaving a broad expanse of hairy chest exposed, but at least covering his crotch. He splashed some more water on his chest, hoping to make it look like he just came out of the shower, and headed for the front door, trying to plan what to say to Greg.
Sure enough, when Marked opened the door it was to Greg's shocked expression followed by one of anger. "Who are you?!" Mark felt a small bit of satisfaction at this response, Greg was sweet, but what he had liked was the fact that he stood up for himself, even against Mark, who right now was a man who could likely beat the smaller Greg to a pulp. His dark blond hair was in it's usual ruffled state, and while he wasn't the best looking guy, he was at least better than average in the looks department, and well above average in the sack.
"I'm Mark." It was the first time he'd heard his voice since becoming a man, other than the grunts of an orgasm. It was a deep gravelly voice, that he liked the sound of. "Mary's cousin. She just ran out for a bit." Mark stepped aside to let Greg come in. "I'm visiting from out of town." Greg seemed to accept the excuse and stepped inside, going right to the couch and sitting down.
Guess she just forgot to tell me? You know when she'll be back?"
"No clue." Mark suddenly got a rather fun idea, "Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure, sounds good." Greg had been dating Mary for a year now, so was pretty comfortable just making himself at home, grabbing the remote and flipping through the television stations.
With Greg distracted Mark ducked into the bedroom, grabbing the box of vials and bringing them into the kitchen. He pulled a pair of beers out of the fridge, and twisted the caps off. He took one of the beers, the one he intended to give to Greg and poured some of it down the sink. Then he looked over the vials, wondering which one to spike the beer with.