The L'Amis apartment building was filled with many youthful students sleeping. Some had only just gotten to sleep from a long night of studying while others had been asleep for hours, resting their minds for another day. This all changed when one drunken student entered the building. Grantaire stumbled up the apartment stairs, not caring who was going to be awoken by the ruckus he was causing. He was singing L'effaceur to himself, unaware that he was loud enough for the sleeping inhabitants to hear. Finally, he reached the second floor, third while pulling his shoes. His back leaned against the wall until both his feet were bare and he could feel the harsh wood. The evening was hot, causing his clothes to become saturated in sweat. He made his way through the black corridors, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the perfectly washed floors. It was going to be there in the morning. His singing disappeared as he found his room and staggered in, walking over to the bed where his beautiful Enjolrars was sleeping, at least, where he was sleeping. This had become a weekly occurrence; Enjolras didn't have the energy to complain about how it was nearly four am. The room was always perfectly clean so nothing was in Grantaire's way. He finally reached the bed and fell onto it. The soft mattress broke his fall and he felt the lump of a man under the quilt. Enjolras moved slightly and Grantaire could only just see the tired face through the darkness but it was enough to make him smile. Just being around the blonde always put a smile on his face.

"Hello there my beloved," Grantaire muttered as he sat up.

"Grantaire, I'm trying to get to sleep. We've spoken about this before." Enjolras sounded annoyed but Grantaire didn't care. He was used to this tone; in fact, it was the exact same time Enjolras used any time Grantaire did something wrong, which is almost every day. All Grantaire wanted was to have a little fun.

"Yes, I know. If I come home after one in the morning I should sleep on the couch but I don't want to sleep on the couch. It isn't anywhere near as cosy as near you."His lips quickly went to Enjolras's cheek. He moved his legs so he was resting on Enjolras's crotch, the quilt was pushed aside. Enjolras started to squirm a little under Grantaire. This had happened to him three times before and each time, he was able to stop Grantaire in just a few seconds. He expected the same thing to happen this time so at first, Enjolras wasn't as aggressive as he should have been. Instead, he just took a deep breath, not wanting to anger Grantaire. When he was drunker than usual, Grantaire would be rather temperamental. It was as if Enjolras was looking after a toddler but he always put up with it.

"Not tonight, I'm not in the mood." This didn't have the same effect on Grantaire as Enjolras expected it to have. Instead of nodding and leaving, Grantaire desired it even more. It seemed to Grantaire, Enjolras was never in the mood. They had been together for just over two years and at first, their sex life was pretty decent. They were just a young couple that wanted to show how much they loved the other but now Enjolras was always busy. He was very rarely in the mood so now they only had sex once a week on average. It made Grantaire feel self-conscious. There had to be a reason Enjolras wasn't interested in Grantaire anymore. Was it because of how ugly Grantaire was? Had he found someone else and was just waiting until he waiting for the right time to break up with Grantaire? These thoughts always polluted his mind when Enjolras rejected him. With the courage of alcohol, Grantaire decided to finally change this.

He just smiled and kissed Enjolras's delicate lips. Part of him expected Enjolras to kiss him back, to enjoy the moment of lust but there was nothing. The mouth remained closed and he tried to push Grantaire off. As the drunk pulled his neglected lips away, Enjolras was able to speak."Grantaire, I'm not kidding around. Stop it." Grantaire just laughed and grabbed Enjolras's hands, pushing them to his side. His mouth went to his lover's neck, kissing it softly. Even in this drunk state, Grantaire wouldn't dare damaging the flawless skin that Enjolras possessed. Enjolras continued to struggle but the weight of Grantaire was too strong. His brandy-covered breath flew into Enjolras's ears.

"I love you, why don't you love me? Please love me, my darling Apollo."

"I do love you; I just don't want to have sex with you at the moment." Enjolras was both scared and angry. This had never happened before; he had to stop it before Grantaire went too far. It's all because of that vile alcohol. Grantaire didn't care for this statement. What was love without sex? For a moment, his hand went away from Enjolras's arms but before it reached his pants, a fierce knock hit his cheek. His hand went to the stinging cheek but it only lasted a second. Enjolras was able to pull his other hand out from under Grantaire and pushed him off the bed, landing on the ground in a thud. It was not even close to the most pain Grantaire ever experienced but it was enough to make him feel sore. He sat up, rubbing the pain on his lower back. Enjolras stepped out of bed. The pain disappeared almost instantly as he looked up at Enjolras.

"Fine, you can be top. You don't need to be so dramatic about it." He wrapped his arms around Enjolras's lower back, pulling him closer. "Come on," he kissed Enjolras' stomach, just above the top of his old pants, through the night-shirt. Sometimes the foreplay was even better than the actual sex. Enjolras would always tease Grantaire. His kisses would be soft and tender and every time Grantaire would act in haste, Enjolras would slow him down. In his twisted mind, this was what was happening at the moment. He continued to smile, expecting Enjolras's attitude to change. His hands were grabbed by Enjolras, pulled away and shoved forward. Grantaire fell back again, but it wasn't as hard this time.

"Sleep it off Grantaire. I'll see you in the afternoon." Enjolras's voice was harsh; he was trying to hold back his anger. Even Grantaire could hear this. Enjolras walked over to the door and passed through it, shutting it as soon as he left. Grantaire was going to have another night being rejected from his love. He looked at the door and shouted rather loudly;

"A simple no would have sufficed." Grantaire didn't have the energy to move onto the bed. Instead, he remained on the soft carpet until he fell into a deep slumber.