Title: One Night Stand

Characters: Gilbert, Heracles, Ludwig

Warning: This is the chapter with guys doing it. Do not read it if you do not like it.

It had been quite some time since Antonio broke up with Gilbert. For the most part, he was over it, but on occasion, he would think about how great they had been together and sadness would hit him again. During these times, the best thing for him seemed to be copious amounts of alcohol.

Now was one of those times that he'd been thinking about Antonio. This time, he was remembering the time that the two of them had gone to the zoo. Antonio had pointed out a majestic looking eagle and told Gilbert how much he thought of Gilbert every time he saw it. Later that day, they'd also seen a bunch of chicks hatch. For some reason that he couldn't explain, Gilbert was strangely attracted to those little yellow puffs. After watching Gilbert's face light up, Antonio had gotten permission to hold one and the two of them cooed at the little chick, marveling at its cuteness. But then Gilbert had been pulled away from the memory and had to remind himself that the two of them weren't together and he was still single. Sadness threatened to overwhelm him, so he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

After looking out the kitchen doors to make sure his brother wouldn't see him stealing one of his beers, Gilbert opened the fridge only to find that all the alcohol had been removed. Swearing softly, Gilbert looked out the window, intending to use his brother's car to go buy some, but his brother's car was gone. That was good and bad. Bad because it meant that Gilbert didn't have the car, good because it meant that Gilbert could go to the bar without having his brother tag along. Whenever his brother came out drinking with him, Gilbert always got extremely annoyed and generally ended up getting kicked out of the bar before he could get as drunk as he wanted to.

Donning a light jacket, Gilbert walked out of the house. The bar down the street had some good quality German beer and Gilbert was looking forward to feeling the liquid slide down his throat.

Shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked, Gilbert smiled softly. Soon, he'd have beer and there was nothing Ludwig could do about it. His liver would be fine. He scoffed at his brother's worry. Who cared about his health or the hangover he'd have the next morning, so long as he could get piss drunk now?

Gilbert walked into the bar, suddenly happier at the prospect of alcohol, and got himself a beer. Taking a swig, he rolled it around in his mouth, enjoying the taste as it moved over his tastebuds, warming slightly in the heat of his mouth. After letting it move down his throat, he sighed. Now that was some good beer.

After the first mouthful, he took another, then another until soon he was guzzling beer after beer, the empty bottles piling up around him.

A hand attached itself to his shoulder and a soft, deep voice spoke. "Maybe you should slow down."

Gilbert put down his beer with a loud clack, turning to glare at the man, only to stop with his mouth half open, the angry retort dead before it even left his lips. The man he was looking at was gorgeous. His brown hair was tousled and gave him the appearance of one who had just woken up. His clothes were rather wrinkled, which only added to Gilbert's suspicion. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a tan, muscular chest. The man tilted to the side—wait, no. Gilbert tilted to the side. He was a little drunk and felt the world just looked right tilted that way.

The man moved forward and righted Gilbert. "Don't want you to fall out of that chair," he said, and his deep voice was strangely calming to Gilbert. Suddenly, he wanted to know what that voice sounded like when it was moaning in ecstasy.

With that thought, Gilbert realized just how long it had been since he'd had sex. He really wanted it now and, with his judgment impaired by the alcohol, he decided that he was going to get it. "'M Gilbert," he mumbled, not quite able to get his words out right.

"Heracles," said the other man, still holding Gilbert upright.

"Doesn' sound... like yer fr'm aroun' here," Gilbert said, struggling to find the words and stay coherent.

"I'm not," Heracles said, smiling slightly, surprised that the drunk man had been able to pick up on his slight accent. "I'm from Greece, but I'm here visiting some friends."

That was perfect. Gilbert could have sex with this guy and not have to worry about emotional attachments.

"Where're ya stayin'?" Gilbert asked, feigning like he was worried about the man. He just needed to know if it was possible for him to get into this man's pants.

"My friends put me up in a hotel. No need to worry." Heracles patted Gilbert's head, not wanting the drunk man to get hysterical on him.

"'Kay," Gilbert mumbled, leaning against the Greek more, then becoming a dead weight as he passed out, completely ruining his plan to get laid.

Worried, Heracles inquired whether anyone knew where Gilbert lived, and upon receiving negatives from everyone, decided to just take Gilbert home with him, not wanting to leave the drunk man passed out at the bar. He was too kindhearted to do that.

Picking up the dead weight that was Gilbert, Heracles left the bar. Gilbert didn't even stir as the cold air greeted them. Heracles wasn't drunk, so he drove them to the hotel and brought Gilbert up to the room he was staying in, then tucked him into bed. When the man was sober, or at least conscious and coherent, Heracles would take him home.

Gilbert groaned and stirred slightly. Heracles rushed over to check on him, wanting to make sure that Gilbert wasn't going to throw up and choke on his own vomit.

He didn't throw up, though. Instead, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Greek in front of him. "C-could ya move? And point me to the bathroom... I gotta piss like a rhino."

Heracles chucked at the choice of words, moving out of Gilbert's way and pointing towards the bathroom.

Gilbert, after a brief struggle, managed to untangle himself from the covers and push himself into a sitting position. He tried to get out of bed, only to wobble and fall straight into Heracles who, lucky for Gilbert, was right in front of the spot where Gilbert was attempting to stand.

Grumbling, Gilbert pushed away from him and stumbled toward the bathroom, only managing a few steps before having to be caught by Heracles again.

"'M too drunk fer this..." he complained.

"I'll carry you," Heracles replied, and ignored all of Gilbert's complaints as he did just that, setting Gilbert down on his feet in front of the toilet and trying to steady him.

Gilbert only continued to sway, nearly falling whenever Heracles let him go. "Fuck, I just gotta go!" Gilbert exclaimed and began to try and get his pants down. Sighing exasperatedly after a moment, he crossed his arms over his chest, giving up.

Heracles helpfully undid Gilbert's pants for him and pulled them down with his boxers.

"Thanks," Gilbert said grudgingly, leaning back against him as he relieved himself.

The Greek wasn't fazed by the fact that Gilbert had his pants down and was leaning against him while he peed, but just stood there, holding him upright.

Gilbert finished and an idea popped into his head. He still wanted sex, and he was determined to get it.

"I'm hot," he complained, kicking his pants and boxers away.

"I could turn down the head," Heracles offered.

Gilbert used Heracles to steady as he pulled off his shirt, getting completely naked.

"Feel better?" Heracles asked, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Yeah, but... now 'm self conscious," he lied.

"Want me to get naked too?"

Gilbert nodded. His plan was working.

After putting down the toilet seat and making Gilbert sit on it, Heracles stripped, revealing more of his tan skin, though no tan lines were evident on it... Maybe he was into nude tanning?

"Is everything good now?" he questioned.

Gilbert nodded, swaying slightly. Then, he let himself fall forward, knees hitting the ground, face right in Heracles's crotch, breath blowing across it every time he exhaled.

Heracles's skin quickly became flushed. "Uhm, G-Gilbert?"

"What is it?" he asked, letting his voice vibrate against Heracles, owning him a suppressed moan.

"Y-you're drunk," he replied, straining not to get aroused. "Y-you should go... r-rest." He was beginning to pant lightly.

"Maybe I don't care," Gilbert said, licking his length and then blowing across the skin, watching him harden.

Heracles gasped and gripped his shoulders, still fighting his arousal. He kept repeating "you're drunk," over and over, his voice slowly getting breathier as Gilbert continued to play with him.

After quite a bit of teasing, Gilbert took the head of Heracles's erection into his mouth. Slowly, he swirled his tongue over and around the slit, loving the moans he was hearing. They were just as delicious as he had hoped. One after another spilled out of Heracles's mouth as Gilbert took in more of him, continuing to tease him with his tongue. He hummed around the member in his mouth and then pulled off completely and smirked at its owner, sitting back on his heels.

Heracles dropped to his knees and then moved forward to straddle Gilbert. Once he was situated, Heracles grabbed Gilbert's face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. At first, Gilbert was surprised, then he kissed back happily.

The two of them continued kissing on the bathroom floor, hands wandering over their bodies. Heracles's hand was gently kneading Gilbert's 'five meters' and Gilbert was moaning and enjoying it, but he knew that he couldn't last much longer at this rate.

"I... nngh... I w-want to f-fuck you!" he exclaimed, trying to keep in his moans.

"Y-you're too drunk t-to top," Heracles said breathily.

"I'm seme, god dammit!" he practically shouted, trying and failing to sit up.

"F-fine!" There was a hint of desperation in Heracles's voice and Gilbert could see him leaking precum already, not to mention that his erection looked almost painful.

Gilbert smirked in triumph and laid back. "Ride me," he said still smirking. He knew that would be the only way from him to be seme in his drunken state.

Heracles flushed slightly and looked around for something to use as lube. His eyes settled on some hand soap and he covered a couple fingers in it, then moved his hand to his own entrance, sliding in his fingers, one after the other, stretching himself.

Gilbert watched as pain and pleasure flashed across Heracles's face as he stretched himself. Gilbert could feel himself getting even more turned on just by watching him.

After a few minutes, Heracles removed his fingers and got his soapy hand wet before gripping Gilbert's length and slowly moving his hand up and down to cover him in the suds. Gilbert moaned at the new stimulation, feeling himself leak. As the hand moved up and down, precum mixed with the soap and Gilbert moaned more. He was shocked when the hand left him. Opening his eyes, though he had no idea when he had closed them, he looked up at Heracles, lust plain in his eyes.

Slowly, Heracles lowered himself onto Gilbert and the two of them moaned in unison. Heracles kept moving until Gilbert was entirely inside of him, and then stayed there, panting.

Gilbert moved impatiently, getting a whimper from Heracles. Hugging, he laid back, not wanting to wait for more stimulation but also not wanting to hurt the man who was pleasuring him.

After what seemed like forever to Gilbert, Heracles lifted himself off nearly all the way before dropping back down and moaning, eliciting an even louder moan from Gilbert. Heracles repeated the motion over and over, slowly getting faster. Gilbert couldn't take much more. Each time Heracles's body engulfed him again, he felt pleasure shoot through his own body and it was quickly becoming too much. Any moment and he would—with an obscenely loud moan, he released inside of Heracles. A second later, Heracles tightedned around him, squeezing the rest of the cum from Gilbert as his own shot out over their chests.

Heracles moved off of Gilbert, breathing heavily. Looking over to the other man, he smiled. Gilbert had passed out again. Carefully, the Greek picked up the other man and carried him to bed, then cuddled up to him and fell asleep.

Gilbert woke up with a splitting headache. He felt gross, like something sticky had dried on his body, and like someone had put a couple of books on his chest (his brother had done that once, trying to remind him to study). He opened his eyes, wincing at the bright light filtering through the thin curtains of the unfamiliar room. The weight on his chest turned out to be another man's head. All that Gilbert could think was 'Oh shit!' as he pushed the man off of him and got up. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins from panic and he realized he was naked. Searching the room he was in,he didn't find his clothes, but he did see another room. Walking into it, he found that it was a bathroom and his clothes were on the floor. He pulled them on, wincing at the feeling of fabric over whatever it was on his skin. He could only assume what it was because of the face that he was naked.

Without a backward glance, he left the room and then the hotel. Once he was outside, he got his bearings and headed home. As he walked, the adrenaline left him and his headache came back. By the time he got home, he was in a really foul mood.

He opened the door, wincing at the squeak it made as he opened it, then he walked in only to be embraced by a distressed looking Ludwig, who let him go after a moment only to lecture him on being responsible.

"Shut the fuck up," Gilbert growled through clenched teeth. "I've got a hangover and I'm not going to deal with this right now."

Ludwig nodded in understanding, still looking like he wanted to keep speaking as he left the room. After a moment, he walked back in with a glass of water and two little white pills, which he gave to Gilbert, who took them gratefully and sat on the couch.

"Do you remember anything?" Ludwig asked.

"Bits and pieces... It's coming back slowly," he said, then stood back up. "I'm going to shower. I want breakfast when I'm done." Once that was said, he marched off to shower.

After he'd gotten cleaned up, Gilbert told Ludwig over breakfast to keep his nose out of other peoples' business. He smiled to himself. That one night stand was just what he needed to put things in perspective for him and he decided it was time to move on. He would get himself a new significant other who realizes just how awesome he is!