#Bittersweet-Chapter 1#

It was well passed midnight, almost one o' clock in the morning, and Lance. . .was pissed. He and Pietro had had an argument earlier that morning about Pietro's 'attitude.' Lance hadn't particularly enjoyed bitching at Pietro for the way he'd been acting but he was being a royal asshole to everyone and Lance was friggin' tired of it. But the thing that angered Lance the most was how Pietro stormed out and had yet to return home. That had all taken place at ten in the morning, nearly twelve hours ago. Lance had to admit he was worried about the younger teen.

Lance sighed irritably and rolled over on the huge beaten up sofa. He really should be out looking for the little brat right now, but he wasn't feeling quite up to it. Pietro had been acting so strange lately; avoiding Lance as if he were the plague, giving him shifty glances and constantly starting arguments with him for no god-damn reason. Lance was quite sick of it really. As far as he knew he had done absolutely nothing wrong to upset the other boy. It had all started the day after he'd taken Pietro to the Carnival. Was that why he was angry?

The door suddenly burst open and a very red-faced chipper looking Pietro fell into the doorway, giggling like mad. After a moment of shock Lance bolted off the couch and was at Pietro's side in an instant helping the other boy into a sitting position. He was laughing this time, and his body was as limp as a rag doll. Lance knew immediately, he could smell it on him.

"Dear God Pietro!" he breathed, "You're drunk!" Pietro looked at him a moment, processing his words before scowling.

"Am not!" he protested, his sultry voice slurring. Lance sighed and Pietro looked up at him with big blue eyes. He was smiling like an idiot and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath.

"Well, let's get you up to your room," Lance said finally standing and pulling Pietro up with him. Pietro, of course, was unable to stand on his shaky legs and he fell onto Lance's chest, his head resting in the crook of Lance's neck. Lance couldn't deny the feeling he was experiencing or the fact his heart was racing. Pietro looked so innocent, so fragile and he felt sorry for the younger boy.

"Come on now," Lance said softly, "We're going up to your room, allright?" Pietro made a soft noise and Lance couldn't resist a smile.

"Mmkay," Pietro whispered, snuggling into Lance's chest. Lance swallowed nervously and hesitantly pulled him away, looking him in the eye.

"Piet, I'm gonna need you to walk, okay?" he asked slowly, trying to make him comprehend. Pietro frowned and cuddled into Lance's chest again.

"Nuh uh, I'm too tired," he mumbled, smacking his lips to make his point. Lance grumbled and pulled Pietro away again.

"I ain't gonna carry you," he said sternly. Pietro looked up at him with shiny cerulean eyes, a pout forming on his lips. Lance rolled his eyes and knelt down.

"Climb on," he ordered a bit too harshly. Pietro didn't seem to care and was all too happy to comply. He mounted Lance's back and nestled his face into the back of Lance's neck. Lance shivered and began his decent up the stairs.

"Well Piet, I hope you're proud of yerself," Lance fumed, "You're a drunken mess and yer gonna have one helluva hangover in the morning. But hey, maybe ya pulled the stick out of yer ass." Pietro nipped Lance's neck playfully and Lance yelped nearly dropping Pietro in the process. Lance growled, his cheeks burning a faint crimson and Pietro burst into a fit of giggles. At that moment it felt like a swarm of butterflies were attacking his insides, and he hated the feeling. Lance was relieved when he finally reached Pietro's room, setting him gently on the floor.

"Here we are," Lance announced. Pietro swayed a bit before stumbling into Lance's arms. His soft plush lips collided with the sensitive skin on Lance's neck and he bit back a moan. Pietro obviously hadn't noticed and Lance jerked him away rather roughly. Pietro looked up at him, the pout once again formulating on his lips. Lance glared and shoved him none too gently onto the bed. Pietro let out a startled yelp and bounced once before toppling off the bed.

Lance's eyes widened and he ran to Pietro kneeling down beside him. Pietro choked on a sob and then burst into tears. Lance hushed him softly, pulling him gently into his arms. Pietro was crying quietly and he slowly began to rock Pietro in his arms. He looked up at Lance through half-lidded eyes and slowly stretched his neck up, capturing Lance's lips in a searing kiss. It took Lance a moment to gather his wits but as soon as he did he could already taste the alcohol on Pietro. He pulled away and set Pietro on the bed, wiping his mouth angrily.

"You're drunk Piet," he snapped bitterly, "Just go to sleep, your fucken drunk of your ass. Man, I never expected you to turn to alcohol." Pietro's eyes flashed with a vicious anger and he leapt of the bed, pushing against Lance weakly.

"Fuck you!" Pietro shouted viciously, "It's your damn fault I did!" Lance glowered at him.

"You went and got sloshed because of an argument?" He asked mockingly, "Real mature Piet." Pietro shook his head.

"You're SO god-damn dense!" Pietro cried, "It wasn't the argument! It's you! I'm so frustrated! I LIKE you Lance! I'm fucking in love with you! And you're so fucking dense!" He was breathing heavily by the time he was finished and he grabbed the collar of Lance's shirt, roughly jerking him down so their lips met. Lance was taken off guard once again and he succumbed for a moment, only to pull away in another.

"Piet, you aren't in your right mind," Lance said, "You'll regret this in the morning. I know you're not gay." With that he left the room, shutting the door with a soft click behind him. Pietro fell onto the bed and curled into a fetal position. He'd just confessed his love for Lance and he'd been brushed off as a drunk. The tears spilled forth from his eyes and he shut them tightly, drifting off into a troubled slumber.

x(X)x

Well, it's been A LONG time but I have decided to make my debut again I hope you enjoy! It was originally gonna be a one shot, but my last one-shot was crap SO here is this one! OH! By the way! I have a new story soon to come out! It's an AU and I really hope you all read it I'm quite proud of it! PLEASE review! I miss them!

--Avalanche Maximoff--