AUTHOR'S NOTE
This will probably become some sort of series. I'm not completely sure.
Also, for that Bunny fic, I'M WORKING ON IT AHHHHHH IM NOT REALLY INTO THAT SHIP ANYMORE SO ITS HARD BUT AHHHH I DONT LIKE TO DISCONTINUE THINGS
Y'all I've been writing this one for almost a year and I think I'm ready to post it. Please remember I was exhausted in Canada with three other roommates screaming at 1 am when I came up with this idea.
Bare with me.
I'll probably make this a series? Yeah.
(ALSO SAME PERSON FROM AOW, I DIDNT STEAL THE STORY I OWN BOTH ACCOUNTS)
*Disclaimer* in this world i took away sexuality ig. like, people dont have opinions on it. its not even called something its like liking a certain color. yeet.
-Wirogmaraf
"No. You are not getting me to leave this house to go to a... a... a social gathering of drunk ass horny people trying to get some. How dare you even attempt to convince me, perfectly well aware that I'd say no?!"
Feferi smiled at her boyfriend. All she had suggested was that they went out for the night just to relieve some stress from work. Having only been a year out of college, the real world wasn't necessarily paradise so far. They had to deal with taxes and groceries and rent and repaying student loans, it was just a lot. To get by they had to work almost day and night, making Eridan even more uptight than he already was.
Hearing that one of their friends from college, Terezi Pyrope, was throwing a party, she figured it was worth a shot to ask Eridan to go. It seemed to be the perfect way to relieve some stress. But instead, here he was, somehow getting even more stressed. She felt sort of bad, in a way. But in another way, she found the whole situation sort of silly.
"You are so fucking cute, in all honesty, but your going."
He growled. "If you don't stop pestering me this second, I'm going to..." he paused to think. "I'm going to... banish you from this house! Yep! That's right! Straight out the door!
There was a pause in their conversation, then Feferi started laughing.
"Banish me?" she cried through giggles. "Seriously, that's a stretch, even for you."
"Um..." he muttered, looking at the ground. He started to try to say something, but it all came out in a rush of words that made no sense together.
Feferi smiled, eyes twinkling. "Eridan."
He looked back up.
"Hey, it's going to be fine, alright? What's the worst that could happen?" she took his hand in her's as she spoke.
He shrugged. "We could die from alcohol poisoning, one of us could get sick, some guy will take you, I don't know."
Feferi put her other hand on his shoulder. "You really think someone is going to like... sweep me away or something? Terezi knows tons of people, I'm sure it'll be impossible for someone to even get far with me before someone else notices."
He smiled. "Huh, you're probably right. It's Terezi, for fuck's sake."
"So... you're going?"
He let go of her hand. "As long as you promise not to get kidnapped."
She laughed (holy fuck she was so perfect), "I promise."
"Good."
She closed the distance between the two of them with a short but sweet kiss to the lips. "We leave at 9."
The two of them pulled up to Terezi's house, taking in the sight.
"She certainly lives in... style," Feferi noted.
Unlike them, she found a way to buy an actual house, not just an apartment. But it wasn't just any house, it was a two story, almost medieval looking, mansion for fuck's sake (okay, maybe that's a bit of an overstatement). The point is, her house was huge.
"Are you ready?" Feferi said, a grin already appearing on her face.
"I don't know Fef... it's a lot."
"C'mon, it'll be like a get together... with a lot of other people, too. I'm sure it'll be fine."
He sighed but got out of the car anyways. "Let's go."
As soon as they got to the entrance, Terezi appeared in the doorway. "Hey!" she yelled out, running towards them. "Holy fucking shit! I haven't seen you guys in like... like..."
"Like a year."
"...Like a year!"
Feferi rolled her eyes playfully. "How much did you drink? It's only nine, you know. Save enough soberness for later."
Terezi stretched, almost like she was trying to show herself off, "I'm not that drunk," she protested.
"Sure, just don't overdo it, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure thing. Fuck," she twirled around and entered her house, with Eridan and Feferi right behind her.
The house all together was pretty dark, but it was lit with fairy lights and pumping music that made the floor shake. People were scattered everywhere, some having civilized conversations, and others trying to see how many shots they could take without passing out. Some people were dancing with a partner, while other people just sat and watched from the sidelines, alone.
"Holy shit," Eridan mumbled. "There's a ton of people here."
"And...?"
"And... it's not actually that bad."
Almost as soon as he finished his sentence, she grabbed his arm and pulled him off into the mix of the people who were dancing. "Maybe this could be a way to get hyped first." Before he could respond, she started dancing. And... damn.
She wasn't doing anything barely, just swinging her hips and lip syncing to lyrics, yet she still left him speechless. She seemed so confident and sure of herself, like she almost knew she was perfect but was trying to be modest about it. Not that it mattered, but it certainly did help that she had the definition of what some would call "a beach body". With flowy curves, a beautiful face, and a confident smile as the cherry on the top, she was more than enough to take his breath away.
"Eridan," she giggled.
"Huh?"
"Dance."
Until then he hadn't even realized that he was standing completely still in a hoard of dancers, looking like a fucking idiot. "Oh, um..." Not knowing what to do, really, he just kinda started following the moves of the guys around him... terribly.
She snorted at his attempt, causing him to laugh and sort of fall forward, catching himself on her shoulders. "Maybe just standing there would've been better," he said.
"Yeah, maybe."
She waited a few seconds for him to take his hands off of her shoulders, but he didn't budge.
"You know you can... move, right?"
He hesitated. "Yeah, I know," he said quietly.
"At least put your hands somewhere so that I can actually move, we aren't necessarily slow dancing."
He nodded and placed his hands on her waist instead. She again, started dancing, moving herself to the beat, being absolutely flawless, once again. He could feel her movements, which made it all the more enjoyable. As if it couldn't get any better, she pulled him in closer so that they were practically nose to nose. He stared straight into her ocean blue eyes, wondering how in the world could something be so beautiful.
"Hi," she grinned.
"Hi."
She then suddenly stopped dancing. Before he could question it, she locked lips with him, throwing her arms around his neck. Although he didn't expect it, he certainly didn't reject it. One of her hands began to run through his hair (because it was so fucking soft somehow, every single goddamn day) and the other gripped at his shirt. She wanted to rip it off of him, not even caring that they were surrounded by other people. She just wanted him, she wanted him to be actually happy, she wanted him to be with her every day, and in the moment, goddamn she wanted him to put his hands somewhere a little more interesting. It was almost like he was afraid to make a wrong move, as if it would all go away somehow.
She pulled back, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Do I really have to spell everything out for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"This isn't like... a 'first date' kind of thing. You don't have to be all scared or whatever about not doing something I like."
"I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, you know? Plus it's like... we're in public and all."
She sighed. "Well then I'll just goddamn tell you that, how about it? If I don't like something you're doing, I'll be like, 'hey, stop', you know? Same goes the other way around. What's so different about making out here then making out at home? And if it's because of the whole 'public' thing, I don't think this counts as public. Everyone here is either high or drunk, and they don't really care about anything going on around them. Heck I could just, like... throw my top off and nobody would give a shit. In fact-" almost to prove a point, but mostly to get him more excited (maybe enough that he'll do something), she pulled her top off over her head. All she was wearing under it was a bralette. Tying her shirt around her waist, she looked around. "You see? Nobody gives a shit."
He kind of coughed, "Um, so, what do you necessarily want me to do?"
"Whatever you want," she shrugged. "Within reason."
Slowly but surely, he put one hand on her now bare waist and the other on her cheek. He watched her for any change of expression, but when he found none, thought fuck it, and just went for it. She made a small noise in the back of her throat out of surprise as their lips collided together, then wrapped her arms around him again. They were so close that it almost seemed like they were trying to mesh their bodies together to make one.
He moved the hand on her waist to the small of her back. She began to bite at his lip needingly. Even though it sort of hurt, it hurt in the best kind of way. She was practically putting herself all over him, grabbing at whatever piece of clothing she could find. She slipped a hand up his shirt, leaning against his chest. In response, he started to play with the black lace on her bralette.
Running out of breath, the two of them put their heads together, unlocking lips.
"Fef," he panted.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
She smiled. "I love you, too."
They stayed that way for a few seconds before she suggested that they at least get something to drink. Nodding, he left her to dance and went over to the "punch" (that was, knowing Terezi, flooded with booze).
Looking around, he noted all the other people that were there. Of course there were some familiar faces, but none that he would especially like to talk to. Then of course, there were some interesting strangers scattered around.
An angry looking boy with dark hair stood in the corner, drink in hand, rolling his eyes at seemingly nothing. He was eyeing down anyone who looked at him, as if he was going to hit anyone who came within a five foot radius. Eridan tried to remember to stay away from him.
Near the door, Terezi was talking with a tall, menacing girl. She had her leg up against her, and there seemed to be almost some sort of a connection. He would warn her not to do anything stupid while drunk, but that was sort of a Terezi thing: doing stupid things while drunk. He watched for a moment longer as the girl started creeping closer to his friend like a fucking spider. God.
Halfway across the room, he spotted a boy with prosthetics pretty much pinned against the wall by a taller boy, who seemed kind of stoned (although the first boy himself definitely wasn't sober, either). The taller one seemed to have a pretty strong hold on him, which wasn't necessarily the best sign ever. Eridan was about to go over to maybe help somehow, but the prosthetics kid had grabbed his face and started making out with him. Oh, okay, he thought.
Shifting his gaze a little bit, he realized that another boy was flat out staring at them, anger coating his eyes. He was obviously drunk and jealous, and the only thing really holding him back was a smaller girl that clung to him like a pet. If she wasn't there, he could perfectly imagine him separating the two forcibly and making out with the taller one on his own.
Well, he was glad to God that the girl was there.
On Terezi's couch, another girl dressed in poised clothing was passed out with a still dripping cup in her hand. Well, some people just can't take their alcohol.
Finally, his eyes landed on an obvious couple. A boy and a girl, their conversation strung together so neatly that they were either both sober or they could both handle the "punch" really, really well.
The girl had long, red hair that cascaded down her back and lucious, brown eyes that showed nothing but intelligence and manners. Her clothes were attractive, but not skimpy, and her expression was nonetheless interested in whatever they were talking about.
And the boy... the boy was definitely... something else. Eridan's heart skipped a beat as he found himself staring at him, wondering how someone could even be so attractive. Blond hair and a soothing smile all contributed to his looks, making him just wonder what in the world his name was. He wore a hoodie and jeans- casual.
The girl had closed the distance between them, and Eridan forced himself to look away. No, no, no, his voice echoed in his head. This will not happen. He's not even, like, available. Then again, oh shit, neither am I. Feferi, right? Feferi, Feferi, Feferi.
He smiled thinking about her as he got both of them some punch. Of course it's Feferi. It's always Feferi. I'm her's, she's mine. I just have to... stop looking at people other than her. Yep, that's it. Stop it.
Yet, of course, as he started walking back to Feferi, he stole another look at the boy. He figured he'd just get drunk enough that the wrong feelings he gave him might just... go away. Apparently, he had been looking long enough, and the girl shot him a piercing glare.
"Damn," he said out loud. "Okay."
He returned to Feferi, handing her her drink.
"What took you so long?" she asked.
"Oh, just... looking around at the people. There are some strange characters here," Eridan stated.
She was quiet for a moment, then said, "Well, cheers?"
"To what?"
"To us."
He smiled, because how can someone so sweet and so pretty actually exist, and how did she fucking fall in love with him? Anyways, who was he to question these types of things? He raised his cup up.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
Both Eridan and Feferi were about six cups deep into drunkenness, equal to the rest of the party-goers. They had separated after a while, Feferi to go find Terezi, leaving Eridan pretty much alone, that is, until a girl came running up to him.
He almost instantly recognized her as the girl clinging to the other boy before, the one who was watching the other two make out with jealousy. Before he knew it, he was practically face to face with her.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. She was just... there. It was like she had appeared out of thin air.
"Hi!" she greeted, voice unreasonably high-pitched. "I'm Nepeta."
"I'm... Eridan."
She laughed. "Eri...dan," she mumbled to herself. Either she was high or she had had far too many cups.
He found himself laughing back for some odd reason. "What did you want, Nepeta?"
"Oh, right!" she paused for a moment, as if she forgot what she was going to ask. "My friends and I are gonna take some shots, we were wondering if you wanted to join."
"Why me?"
"Because, you can't really take shots with only four people, what's the fun in that?" she hiccuped. "The minimum is like, five."
"Shots, huh?" He was already starting to feel pretty light-headed and his vision was starting to get a little cloudy. Not to mention, it wasn't like his stomach was all like thank you for this poison, I will definitely not make you vomit it back up in the morning. But it was all just so addicting. Plus, it was one night. Maybe one night he could just waste it all, just like Feferi wanted. Feferi. Where was Feferi...?
"Yeah!" she pointed to a table where her friends were, the three boys from before: the jealous one, the tall one, and the kid with the prosthetics. Seemed fair enough.
"Sure," he shrugged. Fuck he was going to regret this in the morning (but who cares?).
Nepeta led him over to the three, reclaiming her seat next to that one boy.
"This is Eridan," she said. "Equius," she pointed to the one she was clinging to, "Gamzee," the tall one, "and that one's Tavros," the prosthetics boy. She started laughing again. "Taaaaavros Nitram, isn't that right?"
He nodded sort of awkwardly. "Um...yeah. Yeah, that is right."
Equius pulled out a bottle of straight up vodka and shot glasses from under the table.
"Where the hell did you get that from?" Eridan asked.
"Terezi," he shrugged.
"And... who will go first?"
"We all will. All together first, then one at a time, make sense?"
He hesitated, "Yeah."
As Equius and Nepeta started filling up the glasses, Eridan turned to Gamzee and Tavros. "So, hi."
Tavros jumped out of some dream-like state, and said impossibly quickly, "Hi!"
Gamzee just looked at him for a moment with extreme confusion, then he made some realization in his head, saying oh to himself. Then he looked back at Eridan and responded solidly, "Yes."
Tavros turned to him, his expression unreadable. "You idiot."
He frowned. "Sorry, motherfucker. He was asking a question, right? Or was he not..."
Tavros paused, then started rambling on, "Oh wait, I'm sorry. Wait no, that wasn't nice. No, no, fuck. You can exceed in life if you're mean to people, you know. You really can't. Then you're mean to yourself and then it all goes downhill from there. But you're not an idiot. I'm sorry, I really am. Oh my god, oh my god, I'm really, really sorry-"
Gamzee just sort of looked at him, not understand a word he was saying.
"-this is so bad, you know? I'm such a mean person. I'm such a bad person, I'm an asshole. I shouldn't have said that! I love you, I actually do! It's like, now it seems like I don't but you see, I do. I love you and I feel like now you're just not going to like me because I said that which I really shouldn't have, that's really not like me. It won't get me anywhere in life-" he cut himself off because he was beginning to cry.
Gamzee almost immediately put his arms around him, "I don't think either of us will like... remember a motherfucking thing the day after tonight."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. So, it's okay, I forgive you."
Tavros just started to cry harder. "Yeah but... you're too nice. People are so judgemental, but you aren't. And I love you. I really do, and you forgave me, proving you're really nice. And I also love you."
"Then why are you crying?"
He choked on tears. "Because I love you."
"I love you, too."
Eridan just stared at the two of them, wondering exactly what the hell was happening.
"Hey, Tavros!" Nepeta leaned across the table and handed him a shot. "It'll make you feel a whole lot better, right?"
He shrugged and took the shot, instantly cringing afterwards. Nepeta cheered, taking a shot herself. Eridan did the same, because why the hell not and holy fuck vodka is strong. He closed his eyes and waited for the wave of pain to pass, then burst out laughing as soon as he did. Great.
Just great.
Each of them were God knows how many shots in, and things were kind of going to hell. Nepeta was off the walls, screaming nonsense and meowing like there was no tomorrow. Equius was holding her back like a parent, but obviously wasn't doing so well himself. He was muttering his inner monologue out loud, and as far as Eridan was concerned, the use of the word strong was overused.
Tavros was sitting across Gamzee's lap, sputtering out some story that made little to no sense. Gamzee's demeanor hadn't really changed much, probably because he was already extremely drunk/high to begin with.
To, Eridan, everything was like a blur, and time seemed to be moving slower. But, who gives a shit, he would pay for the consequences in the morning. For the night, he knew he should take all the opportunities he could. Hell, you're only 23 once.
He looked over to that boy, the blond he had been interested in earlier. Somehow, looking through drunk eyes, he was even more attractive. Yet, his girlfriend was still there. Fuck.
"I give up," Equius exclaimed, letting go of Nepeta so that she ran straight into the wall. Instead of expressing pain, she just kept laughing and started dancing.
"Not that strong, huh?" Gamzee raised an eyebrow.
Equius shook his head. "No. I'm still as strong as ever. It's just, why waste my strongness, on, uh... something so worthless?"
Tavros entered the conversation. "I don't understand why it's so important to be so strong. I mean, if we're all truly equal, then why do we have to fight? Why make up words like 'strong' and 'weak'? It makes no sense! Theoretically speaking, I bet that I am as strong as you, and I just don't know it."
"Uh, well..." Equius rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really."
Gamzee looked down at him with a stone-cold expression. "Motherfucker. I could actually take off your legs and run away with them. Sorry, but you aren't that strong, Tavbro."
Tavros shrugged, putting his head down.
"No offense, Tavros, but you see, there's no limit to my strongness." Equius turned to Gamzee, "You see, I could easily just break you in half."
Gamzee stared at him.
"... Not that I really would, but if I really wanted to I could. But I won't. Trust me. That wasn't really how I meant to say it-"
"-Just kiss him already!" Nepeta cut him off.
Equius hesitated, then leaned over the table to lock lips with Gamzee. Gamzee paused for a moment, but then just went with it. Eridan let his jaw drop because holy shit what the actual hell. And Tavros. Tavros seemed to be oblivious to all that was happening, which is probably for the better.
Equius stopped to throw off his glasses, then went right back in for it. Eridan could sense possibly years of sexual frustration and one-sided crushing was built into the kiss. And for Gamzee, he just seemed like he didn't know what else to do than to kiss back.
Eridan again looked back at the blond boy. What would it feel like to... kiss him? Probably like straight up heaven, he guessed. He could imagine himself just fully emerged in a makeout session with him that the entire world was blocked out. That girl, his girlfriend, was so fucking fortunate, whether she knew it or not.
Nepeta reached to take another shot, but passed out before she could pour it, landing on the ground with a thump.
"Oh fuck," Eridan said out loud.
Equius jumped back and picked her off of the ground, along with his glasses. "Um..." he laughed nervously, "we should probably be getting going. Calling an Uber, though. So... yeah." He then raced out of the party, carrying Nepeta as if she weighed nothing.
As if Nepeta's fall had somehow woken him from a trance, Eridan suddenly remembered Feferi, like she was just some irrelevant part of his life.
"Fef," he said aloud. "Oh god damnit, Feferi?"
Gamzee looked at him questionably.
"My girlfriend," he sighed. At least through his clouded and drunken thoughts he could remember that detail. God, he had been sitting there, the entire time, admiring some boy (a boy he didn't even know, mind you), while forgetting that he had a fucking girlfriend!
He stood up from his seat quickly, accidently knocking over the chair. She was going to find... Terezi, right? And Terezi was usually near the door, so...
Pushing through all the people, and occasionally leaning on someone to make sure he didn't lose his balance, he found both Terezi and Feferi at the front door, chatting up a storm. As he got closer, he realized that Terezi had her leg up against Feferi, who seemed to be complimenting her like crazy. Her tone of voice was lower, as if she was flirting with her. He felt a twinge of pain in his chest. That was... technically cheating, right? And, of course Feferi was drunk, but then again, so was he (and at least he wasn't acting on his feelings for that other boy). So yes, she was cheating. It definitely counted in his drunken mind, and he was going to do something about it.
He walked right up to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the side, causing Terezi to trip since no one was really holding her up anymore.
"What the actual fuck?" he cried.
"What?! We were just talking," she shrugged.
He laughed. "Uh-huh, yeah. 'Just talking', okay. Then exactly why were you flirting with her?!"
"She has good legs! Is it that wrong of me to tell her that she has great legs? Besides, it all just suddenly happened. She was against me and I was against her and it was so fucking good because she's good at this stuff, you know? I couldn't really help myself from telling her what she had good..." she continued to ramble on, making up excuses that just sounded more and more terrible as she spoke.
He stared at her, wondering if he really should be mad. On one hand, she was drunk, and he was already planning on kind of doing the same thing. But on the other hand, there's really no good reason for her doing what she was doing. She was standing there, trying to make everything better by telling worse and worse lies. Goddamn her pretty face. She was a cheater, wasn't she? She probably never even loved him. She just stands there, looking pretty, making people fall in love with her. Maybe others would stop staring at her all the time if she wasn't so attractive. Maybe she would stop finding people to flirt with while drunk if he just knocked that ravishing smile off of her face. Hell, what kind of lunatic smiles while being accused of cheating?
Maybe that's what he'll do.
His mind being all tied up on alcohol, he didn't even know what he really did until after he did. And Feferi was crying. And half the people in the room were staring at him.
"Oh fucking shit!" he whispered to himself. Did he actually slap her? Goddamnit he knew coming to the party would be a bad idea, and so was taking shots, and so was getting mad, and so was looking at the boy.
"Look, Fef, I'm sorry-" he tried to apologize to her, but she turned and ran out the door before he could finish his sentence. He was left with Terezi, just standing there, watching him with an unreadable expression.
"...Don't worry," she said slowly. "I'll call her an Uber."
He sighed. "How badly did I fuck this up?"
"Pretty bad. You should probably just stay here for now."
He rolled his eyes. "Well, fuck you, too."
It had been about half an hour since Feferi ran out, and Eridan honestly just wanted to die. He had questioned to himself why over and over again, so much that the word started to sound like nonsense. He had just went back to sit with Tavros and Gamzee, which might had not been the best idea.
Gamzee had actually cheated, yet Tavros didn't seem to give a shit. Hell, Feferi had only been talking, at least she wasn't making out with someone else. Then again, Tavros and Gamzee were probably so high/drunk that they sort of knew that they wouldn't remember anything the next day, so why not.
Then again, Tavros' flexibility certainly didn't help Eridan's mood. One moment he was watching his boyfriend go at it with someone else, the next, he was kissing him. For real. They hadn't stopped their make out for at least five minutes, and Eridan was getting sick and tired of it. He was just sitting there, staring at them with complete and utter boredom in his eyes.
All of a sudden, he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Jumping up, he turned to see the blond boy smiling at him with sympathy. And he fucking gagged.
"Holy shit.." the boy said. "..Are you okay?"
"No," he gagged. "Obviously not."
"Do you.. need something?" he seemed concerned.
"Uh.. um no. No, thank you. It's fine, I'm fine."
The boy. Not only was he nice and straight up beautiful, there was something else about his appearance that Eridan couldn't really see from a distance.
It was his eyes. His left eye was hazel, bits of emerald and oak and maybe a little red painted in it. His right eye was blue, deep like the ocean yet soft enough to resemble a lake. Together, they were just unbearably alluring that it made him just want to throw up.
"Oh.. Did they scare you?" he sounded kind of hurt, but as if he was expecting that sort of reaction. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not sick, I was born with them like this. It's sort of a.. mutation," he muttered the last part.
Eridan caught his breath. "No! No, they didn't scare me, it was just sort of a surprise, you know?"
The boy shrugged.
"...And not that surprises are bad! They can be really good, yeah? Like really, really good." His voice trailed off.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before the boy looked down at his shoes and began speaking again. "It's called heterochromia iridum, just in case you wanted to know. It's genetic."
He nodded, "Cool."
The blond clasped his hands together. "As much as a conversation starter that is, I actually just came over here to say hi. And.. I'm sorry about your girl. And now I'm sorry that you have to watch these two go at it." he gestured over at Tavros and Gamzee who were still making out like there was no tomorrow. "Do.. they have unlimited breath capacity?-"
"-I don't know-"
"-Yeah. Anyways, I guess I'll just start with this." He held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Sollux."
"Eridan." They shook hands, almost hesitating to let go afterwards. Eridan looked at Sollux before trying to look around for his girlfriend. "I know where Fef went... but where did your girlfriend go? Assuming she's..."
"Aradia, yeah. We're dating. She's a real interesting person, actually. Sucks she settled on someone like me-"
"-Don't say that."
He looked at him questionably. "Okay.. Anyways, she felt 'sick' so she left."
"And you didn't go with her?"
He shook his head. "No. She told me to stay here. I normally trust her with those sort of things. It's all like, when Aradia tells you to do something, you do it. She's mostly right about everything. She told me not to leave, so I'm not leaving."
Eridan shrugged. "Fair enough."
Sollux smiled. "Yeah. And hey, about your girlfriend, I really am sorry about that. Instead of like.. soaking in all the sadness, you want to get something to drink? Some crazed person found a bunch more bottles, no wonder Terezi's always so insane."
He laughed. "Probably. And sure."
If it had been anybody else, actually anybody else, he would've said no. He had already done too much harm from being drunk, plus, he was already passed the point he even wanted to be at. He didn't want to do anything else stupid. But then again, standing in front of him was the most attractive guy he had ever seen, actually asking him to get a drink with him. How could he say no?
He nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Didn't your girlfriend kind of drag you here purposely to get drunk or something?"
Eridan cocked his head. "Yeah… how did you know that?"
He shrugged. "Just had a feeling."
"How the hell do you just have a feeling on something that oddly specific?"
"I don't know, it just happens sometimes. Please don't question it, there's a lot of things wrong with me."
He tried not to choke again. "No, there's not. There's really not. It's… really cool, in fact. It's all, like, really interesting."
Sollux crossed his arms. "You don't even know me."
"Which makes my opinion all the more important."
He nodded. "Okay, okay, fine. Let's just.. get some drinks. This spider-bitch girl found like, five bottles in the cabinets. We can talk about our life stories then."
Eridan grinned to himself. "Sure." He stood up, and started to follow him to this so-called "spider-bitch", but someone caught his arm. He turned around quickly to see Gamzee staring up at him with blown pupils and Tavros still clinging to him. "What the fuck do you want?"
"You need anything, motherfucker?"
"What do you mean?"
He looked between him and Sollux. "You know…"
Eridan rolled his eyes. He had only known Gamzee for a few hours, and he was already sick of him. "We are not going to…" his voice trailed off. "Fuck. We're not going to do that shit, okay?"
Gamzee shrugged. "Okay. But you motherfucking are."
He groaned. "Jegus. I have a girlfriend."
"No one's going to remember anything the day after tonight."
"Mmm, that's called tommorow," Tavros muttered, biting at his jaw.
Eridan began walking away with Sollux at his heels. "Fuck you." He turned to the blond. "Now where is this girl?"
The two had in fact, found the so-called "spider-bitch"; she was the same girl who was clinging to Terezi earlier on in the night. Long-story-short, Eridan wasn't overwhelmed by excitement to talk with her, so he let Sollux make the interaction. They had began drinking, sparking conversation.
"So what other things are 'wrong with you'?" Eridan asked.
He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face. "Oh God, I really thought we dropped this subject."
"I'm just wondering. You don't seem crazy."
He laughed. "Yeah, and in a way, that's the worst part. For starters, I was practically born with fangs, like a fucking vampire."
"And that's bad because…?" he raised his eyebrows.
"..Because I had this really bad lisp. They finally took them out when I was thirteen, which was a major relief. I couldn't even pronounce my own name."
Eridan leaned back against the wall. "Oh, okay, I'm sorry. That sounds shitty. If it makes you feel any better, I had this strange-ass speech impediment and had to go to speech therapy for years."
Sollux laughed. "Glad I'm not alone in this struggle to speak like a normal person."
He beamed, looking at him. He was just so beautiful. Hell, the overused word itself was an understatement. Then again, he himself was drunk, and obviously wasn't thinking straight. Literally.
As they continued speaking, they both slipped farther and farther out of soberness. Maybe it was just for the better, though. Maybe that's what was supposed to happen.
"I honestly don't understand how some people can't swim. It's just so strange, right? The fact that some people can't swim?" Eridan questioned, a giddy smile lit up on his drunken face.
Sollux nodded eagerly. "It's also weird as fuck that nobody can fly. Like.. we live in air, yet we can't really move in it. Then water comes in, and all of a sudden 2/3rds of the population of people in the world can defy gravity in it. It's not understandable."
He seemed aghast. "Oh shit, I've never really thought about that. You're right. It's physics, correct?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Aradia once told me about the physics behind it, but I can't necessarily remember what she said. She talks about a lot of deep things, which is pretty interesting. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a person for her to vent her cosmic theories to."
He frowned. "She loves you, though, doesn't she?"
"That's what she insists. Once you really get to know her though, she's real fun. But in public, she acts all cryptic. I don't know what that's all about."
Eridan shrugged. "Maybe she knows more than she feels like she should."
"Don't we all."
He didn't respond that time, he just sat there, looking at him. In that exact moment, the angelic shine of the fairy lights lit up his face. A strip of light painted his cobalt blue eye, making it shine. His hair was messed up from the amount of times he had ran his hand through it and his lips seemed so soft that Eridan just wanted to kiss them (drunken mind, drunken mind, drunken mind). The shadows casted on his face complemented his nose and cheekbones, making them seem even more alluring than they already were. Seeing Eridan staring at him, smiling like an idiot again, he grinned. His eyes lit up as he flashed pearly white teeth. Holy fuck how could one person be so fucking perfect?
Both of them stepped a little closer, just for the hell of it.
Sollux began noticing the smaller things about Eridan that he hadn't thought about previously. Obviously, he had taken note of the royal purple mixed in with his natural dark hair and the black glasses that he wore over his amber eyes, but he hadn't really thought about the other things. He hadn't noticed the freckles kissing his cheeks, or how his hair curled around his ear softly. He hadn't noticed the way that he would bite on his lip (whether he knew it or not), or how his hands were bejeweled in rings. He looked like a king.
The air around them was empty without words as the two couldn't pry their eyes off of each other. Without really knowing what was happening, they were one step closer; so close that their noses were practically touching.
Eridan closed his eyes, his heart thumping in his chest. Even though conversations carried throughout the room, the world seemed to become silent. His foggy mind was full of thoughts, yet none of them seemed to make sense. Not knowing what to do, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Kiss me."
Sollux nodded and closed the distance.
As their lips touched, Eridan wanted to scream. There was no way this was happening. It all must be some sort of alcohol-induced hallucination, right? It couldn't be anything else. Then again... if it was just a hallucination, why not take it for granted?
He kissed back harder, loving the way that he was smiling into it, loving the way his eyelashes felt against his face, and loving how soft his lips were. Everything was just so perfect he forgot that they both weren't single.
Sollux put a hand on Eridan's back, pulling him in closer. He tasted like booze (which was reasonable), and whether he knew it or not, he was making low humming noises in the back of his throat. Sollux, determined to make him hum louder, put his hand on Eridan's thigh, pulling his leg up so that it was wrapped around his waist. Sure enough, the shorter one let out a groan and bit at his lip.
Eridan just couldn't seem to get enough of him. He put a hand on his neck, smirking at the way the blond shuttered at the coldness of his rings. It was almost too much to bear. Almost. He was practically wrapped around the most attractive boy in the room, kissing him. Nothing in the world could be better than what he was doing at that exact moment. All of a sudden, the other pulled back a little and began to run his fingers through his hair.
"Why are you...?"
He shrugged and met his eyes. "It's just so soft. And so cool. How long did it take?"
Eridan looked at him questionably.
"The dye. How long did it take to dye it?"
He shrugged. "Not long actually. I just put it in wherever and went for it. It kinda came out messy, though."
"I like it."
"I like your eyes."
He exhaled. "We are not going to talk about this again.. right?"
Instead of responding, Eridan just wrapped his arms around him and crashed their lips together again. He tasted like honey, sweet yet smoky, and his lips were as soft as silk. He managed to find the exact spot in his mouth where his "fangs" must have been. For a moment, he remembered being a little kid and playing with the empty space in his mouth after he lost a tooth. So that's what he did, he used his tongue to play with that space.
Sollux pulled away for a moment, then proceeded to bite at his jaw and holy fuck the endorphins were real at that point. He tried his best not to groan out of satisfaction, but sort of failed. What came out was a strangled-ass moan that made him cringe inwardly. However, it all felt so good that he just couldn't help himself.
"How... the fuck... are you... so fucking good at this?" he murmured between breaths.
"'Not completely sure."
"I mean, do they have like a goddamn school for this kind of- fuck," he sighed as the other began to bite at the junction between his neck and jaw. It just felt so fucking good. He was starting to lose every bit of dignity with this boy.
"You're really fucking cute," Sollux commented, putting his hand back on Eridan's thigh that was wrapped around his waist, earning a lustful groan. How the hell can someone be so adorable, he thought. It's not even funny. He's just like.. breaking apart right here. With me. Oh my fucking lord this is gold.
The angry boy with the piercing glare who was previously standing in the corner coughed loudly. "GET A ROOM!" he said, not so subtly.
Eridan seemed completely tuned out to the world, so much so that he couldn't hear the boy's voice over the rush of blood in his ears. Sollux took control by lifting the other completely off of the ground so that both of his legs were wrapped around his body. They continued to make out for a moment longer before Eridan began to kiss his neck and shoulders instead. The blond groaned in pleasure, then carried him upstairs. He had Terezi's house practically memorized by that point from the amount of times that he and Aradia were invited over. That is to say, he knew where the bedroom nearest to the stairs was.
He made sure not to slam the door so that no one would suspect anything. Through his drunken mind, he somehow also remembered to lock it.
He threw the other down onto the bed and exhaled. "God, carrying an entire-ass guy up the stairs of a fucking.. fucking big house isn't really the easiest thing to do."(Mansion, Sollux. The word is mansion. But don't correct yourself now. Terezi doesn't even live in a mansion you fucking dumbass.)
Eridan ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine. I'm not strong for shit." He smiled then paused for a moment, thinking. "Wait, so, how far are we actually going to go with this?"
He shrugged. "As far as it goes? I mean, I'm drunk, you're drunk, the entire fucking world is drunk. Let's not like, murder each other or whatever, I guess."
"So... should we just keep making out?"
He smirked. "I mean yeah, if you want to."
Instead of responding, Eridan just crashed their lips together again. His heart raced in his chest as he felt hot blood warm his cheeks. It felt so fucking good, too fucking good. The idea of how someone could not only be so attractive, but so sexually talented surpassed him. Was this boy even taken or not? The alcohol had blocked out his memory and he wasn't even sure who he was anymore. All he knew was that he wanted more.
He crept his hands under the taller one's shirt, exploring his chest and spine and shoulders and waistline without even opening his eyes. He pulled back for a split second just to ask, "Can I?"
"Yeah."
"Nice."
In one (not so) swift movement, he pulled off the other's shirt, throwing it unceremoniously to the ground. Trailing his hands over his torso, Eridan, with a look of pure astonishment on his face, muttered, "I've got you here, shirtless in bed. This could not be any hotter, could it?"
Sollux laughed. "Hell yeah it could," he scoffed, re-attaching his mouth to the other's neck. Listening to the content hums, he put his hand under the other's shirt and tugged it off of him as well. Running his hand through the other's soft hair, he bit at his lip.
The two continued at that for a while before one (which one neither cared to nor even remembered) pulled back. They stared at each other for a quick moment of time, eyes wandering all over each-other's half naked body. Their hair was messed up already and in their face, although Eridan had reached forward to push the hair out of Sollux's in order to see his eyes.
Once they both caught their breath, they began to lean forward again, but stopped right before their lips touched. Their breathing came in unison, almost like a single strand of wind tunneling through their lungs, tying them together. The dark-haired one squeezed his eyes shut before pushing himself up so that he could straddle the other. The moment of tension lasted only a little bit longer before the blond spoke.
"Eridan."
He regained his voice. "Yeah?"
"Eridan?" he said again, rephrasing his name after realizing that the way he had previously said it was a little off. Fuck being drunk (the only good thing about being drunk is the drunk fucking).
"Mhm?"
"You clean?"
"Yeah." (honestly, he didn't remember. What he said was most likely true, though, because it came out as quickly and surely as a well-known monologue.) "You?"
He nodded. "One more thing."
"Hm?"
"If we're doing this, please tell me you're a bottom."
Eridan rubbed his hands over his face, as if comprehending words was the most difficult task of his life. Then all of a sudden, he leaned forward so that their noses were almost touching, grabbing the other one's shoulders tightly. "Of fucking course we're doing this," he grinned, surprisingly confident. "What did you think this would lead to? Us making out to just falling asleep or whatever? Oh hell no. There's a step in between that, and you know exactly what I'm talking about."
His voice dropped slightly.
"And for the second part, fuck me. Now."
"Holy shit," the blond whispered to himself, startled.
"Did I fucking stutter?"
In response, Sollux grabbed him and pulled him closer. "I would hope not, darling," he said, voice lowering in both volume and pitch. Eridan's eyes went wide for a split second, before grabbing the other by his shoulders and pulling him back down into a kiss. By then they were practically eating each other's faces. Yet it all felt good. It all felt so good.
Sollux almost expertly pulled off Eridan's belt and threw it to the side without even breaking the kiss. The dark haired one breathed a sigh of relief into his mouth, for he had only just realized how tightly he had previously put it on. He grinded upwards, causing the other to tense up and start biting at his bottom lip. Eridan groaned and leaned back slightly enough so he could throw his glasses off and start working off his pants. The blond, who was unbearably turned on by that point, found the entire process too slow and helped yank them off of him so that the other was left in his boxers. Not knowing necessarily what to do or what to say, he just muttered the word, "Hot."
None of it was really all that hot. They were both sloppy and drunk, but through their minds, the entire situation must have been the sexiest thing to ever occur.
They began to grind onto each other mercilessly, tongues entangling and teeth scraping lips. Eridan hummed into it once again, yet this time it wasn't quite a hum but more of a moan. He didn't know how to really describe the sensations running through his body at that moment, but they were all almost too good to bear. Yet somehow, he wanted more. Oh dear lord he wanted more. He attached his mouth to the junction between the other's shoulder and neck. He didn't know just what to do, so he just began to suck and bite at the skin, earning a groan. He felt hands run down his spine, giving him chills. Fingers played with the hems of his boxers. It felt like fucking heaven, yet fucking hell all at the same time. He kissed at his neck harder, grinding upwards. Eventually, he pulled back, looked the other boy straight in the eyes, and said, "Can't you just fuck me already?!"
As a response, Sollux roughly pinned him down to the bed. "You're sure you're clean?"
"Yes," he sighed.
The blond nodded, and then set to work on undoing his own jeans, hands shaking slightly. Pulling them off, he leaned back down for a kiss, a kiss that turned into a rough makeout full of lip-biting and moans. Eventually the two of them got rid of their boxers, and the rest was really quite a blur.
Five minutes later, they were both high on sleep, and Eridan was wrapped up in Sollux's arms. The door was still locked, their clothes still on the floor, the drunkenness still in their heads. However, only semi-aware of all three of those facts, they let their exhaustion consume them.
The consequences of the morning were only a soft, future memory as they drifted off into their dreams.
There's always a sort of nostalgic peacefulness late in the morning. Birds chirp and cry, workmen drive past the window, late for their morning commute, and elderly couples walk hand in hand alongside sidewalks painted with leaves.
That was the first thing Eridan noticed was wrong.
Being drowsy-eyed and weary late in the morning was different. His work usually called for him to come by earlier than rush-hour, so unless they had laid him off for some reason and Feferi had turned off the alarm, there was no reason for him to be waking up so late. It was concerning.
The second thing Eridan noticed was wrong was how the room had a sort of atmosphere that lead him to believe it was all off somehow, like he had somehow entered a parallel universe where the butterfly effect had shown itself effective.
Sitting up, he suddenly felt a pounding in his head and sickness pooling in his stomach. Groaning, he brought his knees to his chest and began to breathe a little heavily. The third thing he realized was wrong was that his knees were bare.
It was not like him to leave his legs exposed, for he tried to cover up as much as possible out of pure courtesy for others and self-loathing. However, as he realized that fact, he also realized that his entire body was bare.
All red flags were raised as he threw himself back under the covers, confusion dwelling in his weakened brain.
The room. The room was definitely not his. Definitely.
And if that wasn't enough, the arms he had just realized were wrapped around him were not Feferi's nor his own.
As he looked over at the other naked boy lying beside him, everything began to click.
He screamed.
He screamed like a bitch for a solid second or two, causing the other to wake up. The screaming felt as if it tore his vocal cords, and made a sharp jolt of pain run through his head. "SHIT!" he cried out, pressing his face into the pillow nearest to him. Everything suddenly hurt and fear alongside surprise had ran through his entire being as he determined that this is what it feels like to die.
The other groaned as his own hangover took hold of him, but as he turned to face Eridan, decided that finding out what happened was more important than wallowing in pain for the moment.
Placing a hand on the other's back, Sollux murmured, "Hey, it's okay." His voice felt sore, like all the muscles in his throat were tensing up too much, threatening to choke him from the inside out. "Don't, um, be scared or anything."
"It fucking hurts!" the other yelled, the volume making the blond tense up.
"I know... I think you're just hungover or something. I know I definitely am," he said, whispering the last part to himself.
Eridan rolled his eyes into the pillow. "Yeah, well that's not the only thing that hurts," his voice had gotten slightly quieter, yet loud enough to still make the two of them slightly uncomfortable for a moment by a pulsing headache.
Sollux, comprehending finally, lifted his hand off of Eridan's back, and muttered, "Oh. Oh shit. I'm sorry."
"Yeah?"
He nodded, nausea hitting him. "Yeah."
There was a long moment of awkwardness as they both held their breath, waiting who would make the next move. It was finally Eridan who did something. He sat up, and rubbed his face in his hands before asking, "What happened?"
"Huh?"
He shrugged, still not looking at him. "What happened last night? Fuck. What were we doing?"
Sollux, whose alcohol tolerance was unsurprisingly much higher than Eridan's, had an only semi-faded memory of the night before. As he thought about it, the details began to come to him as he connected the dots to put together a recognizable story. His breath hitched as it all came flooding back to him.
"We're at Terezi's house," he started, acknowledging the room. "She threw a party, and there was booze. I think we both got drunk on it and did some stupid things. I'm sorry."
"Stupid things?"
"Yeah? Like, we let impulse takeover or whatever. We agreed to do some things."
"Some things?"
"Oh come on, you know!" his voice stayed pretty quiet.
Eridan leaned his head back and sighed, guilt and pain in his head. "Oh my god. I can't fucking..." he cut himself off by throwing his face in his hands once more, shaking a little bit. "Did we, like, have sex?" he asked.
"I think so."
"I have a girlfriend!" Feferi clouded his vision, he wanted to cry.
"Yeah, well so do I!" Sollux pointed out.
"Feferi," Eridan muttered to himself. "Feferi, oh God. Where is she?"
"Your girlfriend? I think she's home."
"Home? Why the hell would she be home?!"
"Terezi.." his voice trailed off. Just bearing the bad news made him sick. "Do you really not remember any of this?"
He shook his head. "Not much."
"It'll come back to you eventually. But she.. she and Terezi were drunk and hitting it off and.. you got mad because she was cheating slightly.. and you hit her-"
"I WHAT?!" He screamed, causing the other to cry out in pain at the sudden volume. "Are you sure?!"
Sollux was silent for a moment as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He brought his hands to his face and squeezed his knuckles shut, and brought his legs in closer to himself. "Holy shit," was the only thing he managed to say, quietly.
"What?" he asked, looking over at him for the first time that morning.
"Shut up," he muttered. His face turned white.
"Oh."
There was once again silence, and once the searing pain from his headache passed, Sollux sighed and said, "Yes. I'm sure. I remember it clear as day."
Eridan took a breath, yet his increasing heartbeat couldn't be stopped. Regret and despair and the feeling of loss consumed him as he almost started crying. Screw that, he was on the brink of tears. He had officially ruined things for himself between him and Feferi. It was over. The pit in his stomach grew as he remembered his hesitation about leaving the house the day before. If he had only stayed near Feferi, or perhaps, never went, he wouldn't have ended up so dead inside. His heart hurt. It all hurt. He hurt inside out. Emotions piled up in the back of his throat as he remembered that at the beginning of their relationship, she had asked if he would ever break her heart.
He said no.
He said we would never hurt her in any way shape or form.
That he would rather die without her.
That he was ready to put her first and keep her safe and protect her at all costs.
Yet he was the one to break her.
Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face. He tried to wipe them away, but failed miserably. They just kept rolling down his cheeks.
"Oh jeez, don't cry," Sollux said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Feferi... She's going to be so broken."
"You both were drunk. It was an accident. Plus, that's all she knows. She doesn't know anything else. She thinks you got mad and hit her and is now sitting somewhere thinking the exact same thing as you."
He gasped for air for a moment. "Yeah, but I really cheated on her. Really."
"She doesn't need to know that. It can just be a secret. It was a drunken accident. I'm sure what she doesn't know can't hurt her."
He whined quietly, and suddenly the other remembered what he saw in him. "You're probably right. But that's some dirt on my conscious."
"Just tell her in a couple of months. It'll seem like nothing and you will probably laugh it off together."
He calmed down slightly, yet was still left shaking. He had been shivering slightly since the moment he had woken up. After taking a deep breath, he muttered, "What about your girlfriend?"
He shrugged. "She got 'sick'," he put in air quotes.
"What do you mean 'sick'?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "She gets these thoughts sometimes, thoughts that lead her to do things for the sake of the future or whatever. She always seems to know what needs to happen. If it's her leaving, it's her leaving."
"So, do you think she guessed that something like this was going to happen?"
He hesitated. "..Maybe. You never know." He paused, and then started laughing softly. "She is so fucking weird. But she's great. Everyone needs an Aradia in their life."
"Everyone needs a Feferi."
"Maybe everyone needs everyone."
He looked at him blankly, catching a glimpse of everything his drunken mind had previously seen. He could see how he could be attracted to such a boy. He was hot. He was really fucking hot. Guilt built up again as he looked away and laughed, "Otherwise there'd be no one."
"Hey-" Sollux said. "D'you remember those two guys before? The ones at the table?"
"Kind of... one had prosthetics?"
"Yeah. What the fuck was up with them?"
He couldn't help but smile. "They seemed either really fucked up or really high."
"I'm hoping to go with the latter."
The two of them laughed out of spite, and for once forgot everything again. They only remembered each other and not the pain through their heads or the worry through their hearts, but rather the boy sitting next to them. Eridan glanced over, heart stopping as he remembered his eyes. Sollux looked at him for a moment, before realizing that the both of them were still undressed. Trying to keep modesty, he stared at his bare shoulders, yet found himself staring at the hickeys on his neck. Without really thinking, he reached out and gently touched one of the marks on the other's skin. He admired it for a moment, realizing how full out they had really gone, but jerked his hand away once he caught Eridan's amber eyes.
They stayed awfully still for a solid minute, before Eridan put his hands on his shoulders. "I don't really blame myself for last night," he admitted. "It was so stupid, but at least my drunken mind had good taste."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. You really are pretty attractive, I'm not going to lie."
Sollux put his hands gently on Eridan's hips. "Look who's being sweet."
"Shut up. I'm just being honest."
"Glad to know," he smiled before closing the distance between the two of them.
Once again, they kissed. For two hungover strangers, it was with a strange type of passion that came with little to no hesitation. Sollux moved a hand up to his neck, causing the other to make a pretty loud groaning noise. They both stopped suddenly as Eridan pulled away.
"Shit shit shit shit shit," he shook his head repeatedly. He then hopped off the bed and began to pull on his clothes as quickly as possible. "We can't do this. We really can't. Or at least right now. Not now, no not now. I need to get back home. Apologize to Fef. I just need to fix things."
"Okay," Sollux said a little breathlessly, voice deep and quiet, making Eridan's heart skip a beat. He stopped in the middle of tugging on his pants, a sudden thought coming to him.
"I'm sorry, but what's your contact information?"
He looked at him, a little dazed. "What?"
"Your number. What's your number."
"Why do you need to know?"
He didn't speak, but instead stared at the ground. "Maybe incase I need help. With Fef."
"If you need help. With your girlfriend. Is that why you want my number?" he raised an eyebrow.
He sighed, shaking his head. There was a tension in the room, a heavy tension that led the silence to be the most powerful thing taking place. He opened his mouth several times as if he was about to speak, but always ended up closing it. After a solid two minutes, Sollux asked, "Does this even have anything to do with your girlfriend?" The brunet nodded. "Then what is it? Why do you want my number?"
After a ten second pause, Eridan looked up. He stared at the blond's body for a moment. He too had marks over his skin, and though his slim waist was still hidden under the blankets, he couldn't help but imagine what was under it. He skimmed his thin torso until he caught his eyes. Then, with firmness and seriousness, he admitted his reasoning. Voice low and dark, he said honestly,
"For when she's not home."
When he came into their house, the first thing he noticed was the eerie silence. Eridan felt as if he was home alone, but it's not like Feferi could have just left. Her shoes were still in the doorway, a hangover still haunting her head. She wouldn't have really left him in the span of one night, could she?
He bit at his nails and went upstairs to their room, unsure if he was more afraid to find her there or find her not there.
Sure enough, there she was sprawled across the bed, hair tangled, completely absorbed in the realm of sleep. He went over to her slowly, afraid to wake her up without meaning to. He reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers. Her hand was cold, yet soft. He leaned down to kiss it.
Such a sleeping beauty. Always.
After a solid minute or so, he let go of her and closed the blinds, turning off all the lights. The last thing you want the morning after a party is sunlight adding to your hangover. He had learned that the hard way.
He went back over to her and sat next to her sleeping form. He ran a hand through her hair, and whispered quietly, "Feferi?"
He repeated her name a few more times before she started to stir. He watched her tense up and wince at the upcoming pain of her hangover. "Shh..." he whispered as quietly as possible.
After a solid minute, she opened her eyes, pleasantly surprised at how dark the room was. She moved slowly, rubbing her eyes, before curling in towards him. He accepted her, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it lightly.
"You alright?" he whispered to her.
She nodded a little. "Fine." Her voice sounded hoarse.
The guilt bit at him, and he couldn't help but spit out, "I'm sorry, Fef. I really am."
"So am I."
He looked at her questionably. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… Terezi and I… It was stupid."
It's all so stupid, he couldn't help but think. "I didn't really want to…" he hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I don't remember much, if I'm honest. I didn't mean to actually hurt you, I don't think. It was in the moment. And dumb. And I regretted it even before I did it. I swear to God that it'll never happen again. Feferi, it was so stupid, and I love you, and-"
"-It's okay. Really," she cut him off. "I understand."
She pulled herself up so that she was sitting beside him. They sat in silence for a moment before she lay her head on his shoulder, a sign of affection.
She was always so affectionate. So sweet. So perfect. So beautiful, so nice, so cute, so everything someone would look for in a girl. And she was his. Yet he had given himself away. It may have been for one night, but the guilt felt like knives in his stomach. Just wait a few months.
She turned her head and kissed his neck sweetly. Thank God it was dark. He'd have to cover up the marks all over his body, but thankfully Feferi wasn't necessarily looking.
She kissed up his face until she got to his mouth. They locked lips, which felt so perfect as always. They fit. They fit like puzzle pieces. Their hands together, their lips together, it all just clicked into place.
Her lips. They were soft. They were almost as perfect as she was. He couldn't help but smile a little bit. He heard a little laugh coming from the back of her throat. It was all just too cute.
But then his memory flashed.
His lips. His kisses. His smiles.
It hurt to think about.
He was rougher. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. He could almost read his mind, knowing when and where to do every little thing.
She was sweet. He wanted to protect her from everything. He wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and let her know that the word "world" is more of an idea, a wonderful, life-long possession. He was her world.
But he still stuck in his mind. That guy, he left a feeling of protection lingering around him. The way he held him as tight as possible, the way he went fairly slow, even when drunk, the way he seemed to care and worship a boy he just met.
But it was all purely sexual. The emotions were endorphins. He longed for him for the sole reason that he was a great sexual partner. But there was nothing behind it.
Yet, his arms around him in the morning felt far too nice. A one-night-stand love is one thing, but it felt stronger. It felt as if he woke up cuddled next to a lover.
Maybe that's why he'd taken his number.
He pulled away from Feferi, and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too. Always." He could practically hear the smile in her voice.
He was ready to confess, ready to tell her everything, ready to break her heart and shatter her entire world. That is, if she hadn't kissed him again.
She kissed him and her lips were lie serum.
Her smile was the coating on top of a sunny day.
Her bright eyes were the stars in the dark room.
The dark room hiding the evidence against his lies.
Turning the lights on would hurt her, in more ways than one.
So he kept them off.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
So yeah! Reviews are appreciated. This is smex.
Kill me.
Oof.
Cya!