He'd drunk way too much and he knew it. Having the money in his pocket and the buzz on his lips as well as in his groin he'd drowned the feeling, knowing it would pass by morning like it always did. He had earned the title of priest honestly and that was the part that bothered him the most.

It wasn't that he didn't want a relationship, it's just that he didn't feel he could give a relationship what it deserved. Being a Turk often meant long hours and disappearing for long periods of time without notice, not to mention the potential threats to his life. That was not a life he wanted to hand over to another living soul, continuously worrying about rather their mate would be home that night and if they didn't rather or not they were safe or dead.

He wouldn't put that off on anyone. It wasn't fair.

That wasn't to say he hadn't ever been with anyone. He had his fair share of female company here and there, he just didn't feel the need to crow about it. He had found someone appealing, they had shown interest and he had taken them home for a night. He made it abundantly clear from the beginning that was all he was looking for and they had agreed. Being discrete must have gone the way of reading.

In his inebriated state he was only vaguely conscious of where he was wandering along the halls in the dormitories, having passed his own room earlier. He knocked on the door in front of him, leaning heavily against the frame as he waited for him to answer. He knew what he was doing was absolutely ridiculous but he couldn't help himself. The throb in his loins began with Reno's kiss at the bar and hadn't left him no matter the length of time between the action and the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He had to know, had to ask him the question that had been burning in his mind all night.

Reno opened the door, a terrycloth robe only vaguely tied around his middle and nearly falling off his shoulders, a cigarette hanging from his lips and hair completely disheveled and in his eyes due to his lack of standard goggles across his forehead. Reno had to have lit a cigarette before coming to the door, having been asleep before the knock. Rude chuckled, finding the entire scene before him absolutely hilarious. Reno blinked several times in the light from the hall, Rude finally swimming into focus.

"You just comin' home, yo? I fuckin' bailed on that place two hours ago. They had t'have kicked ya out. Whaddya doin' here? Your room's down the hall, man."

"Gotta ask you somethin'," he slurred, watching as Reno rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

"Yea, why don't you come in before you fall over in the hall? How much did you drink?" He pressed himself under the arm that propped Rude against the doorway and hefted him into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. Rude only giggled and Reno dropped him onto the bed. "Y'want some coffe or somethin'?"

"Where you gonna get coffee?"

"What they don't know won't hurt 'em." He pulled the pot from the beside table and topped off the half full cup he'd had earlier. Thrusting it toward Rude, he waited for him to take a drink.

"Why's this work, anyway?"

"Caffeine kick starts your system. Makes ya have t'piss, too. Gets the booze outta your system faster. Least that's the rumor. I just drink coffee t'keep goin'."

Rude nodded drinking the lukewarm and rather strong cup of dark fluid, eyeing Reno over the rim of the cup. He knew he'd come here to ask him something but he'd be damned if he could remember what. Reno reached forward and pinched the nosepiece of the glasses, pulling them from his eyes and tossing them on the bedside table. "Dunno how you can see in here with those, yo. S'dark."

"Hey, you kissed me earlier."

Reno snorted, dropping onto the bed beside his partner. "Yea, so?"

"Whatcha do that for?"

"So you wouldn't feel bad about takin' money those assholes were just throwin' away, man. Don't sweat it."

"Yea but I liked it."

Jerking his head around, Reno startled. "Okay…"

"Yea." He pressed the cup into Reno's chest, watching long fingers close around it and set it beside the illegal coffee pot. He'd never noticed how pretty Reno was. Not handsome, but pretty. He reached a hand for his cheek, brushing a thumb along the red strike along his cheekbone. The redhead pulled back, eyeing Rude warily.

"Man, what's got into you?"

"You."

"What are you talkin' about? You need t'sleep this shit off, yo. You're drunk."

"That why I can't get you outta my head?" Rude reached again, the pad of his thumb making contact with the soft flesh. He shivered, the blood hammering in his ears. Female company he'd had. Male company of the same variety was new. Had he not been drunk, he would have never contemplated such a thing, seeing it as a taboo. Under the false pretenses of alcohol, though, he felt confident enough to push his hand.

Reno reached for his, hand closing around thick fingers and pulling them from his face. "Look, you don't wanna do somethin' you're gonna regret in the mornin', yo. Let's just get you back to your room so you can get some sleep and I'll see ya in the mornin'. I'll even give ya a hand."

"What if my room isn't where I wanna be, huh?"

He had seen the lust in his eyes earlier when the big man was watching him dance between the tables at the bar. It was burning brighter now, the booze giving him false courage by way of an excuse for his actions. Reno wasn't about the whole awkwardness inherent in such situations. Either he would fuck them sober or he wouldn't fuck them at all. If they couldn't face up to the idea they were attracted to him, he wasn't about to let them schmooze their mental issues all over him the next day.

"Don't care where ya wanna be, partner, just care where you're gonna be. Come on, get up an' I'll help ya."

Rude reached his arm up, knowing full well Reno was no match for him physically. The kid was stronger than he looked, yes. Rude had seen that in the field, but Reno wouldn't want to hurt him. He had no intentions of going home tonight. He wanted to be right here with Reno.

As soon as the smaller man was tucked under his arm, Rude pulled him in and rolled onto his back, dragging the struggling redhead on top of him on the bed. Tugging him in roughly, he planted a crushing kiss against his lips. Reno planted both hands against his chest and shoved.

"The hell you think you're doin', Rude?!"

Rude rolled atop him, pinning his arms over his head with one arm, his right hand tracing gently along the high cheekbones and button nose. "Told ya. Don't wanna go home." He shifted, pressing a hard cock into his muscled thigh for emphasis. Reno yanked against the hand binding him, unable to get enough force behind it to actually pull himself free.

"So you can stay here if that's what you want but you ain't gonna do this shit, man. Get offa me."

"Didn't seem t'mind at the bar. Saw the look in your eyes."

"That was before you were drunk, asshole. Get offa me! I'm not shittin' you."

Ignoring what he took as a request, Rude leaned in, pressing kisses along Reno's collarbone. "Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?"

"Yea, but never when they're drunk, yo. Damn you, are you even listenin' t'me??"

"I hear ya." He continued the trail of kisses up Reno's neck and behind his ear, stopping to nibble the lobe between his teeth. "Just don't care."

"You don't care if you rape me."

"It's not rape. You're not sayin' no."

"I don't want to do this with you, Rude. I want you to stop. Get off of me, get out of my room and fuckin' sober up before you come back. This is me saying NO. No, no, NO! Get the fuck off of me!"

Rude stared down at him, head clearing a bit as he shifted against the pale, pinned flesh. He wanted him and once he wasn't under the influence, he'd lose his nerve and it would be all over. He'd never have the balls to look at him again, let alone take this opportunity. He knew Reno had slept with men before; he'd told him. Why was he saying no? Rude pressed his lips against the now hot and flushed neck, mistaking the reaction of anger for that of want.

"Thought you said no."

"I did say no you lumbering fuck! Get off of me!" Reno drew up, attempting to bring his knees in to pry Rude off of him but was effectively pinned. "Rude, I'm not kidding. Please. I don't want this. Don't do this t'me." If Rude wasn't taking the demands, maybe allowing the fear to creep into his voice would wake him up. While he wasn't sure Rude would actually go through with what he was pressing at, he wasn't sure he wouldn't, either. He would fight if he had to, but he would prefer not to hurt him.

Rude moved Reno's robe to the side, fingering the flaccid flesh. "You don't want me to stop. You want me."

"Not like this." Taking the opportunity presented to him, he brought his right knee up and planted it firmly in the center of Rude's chest and shoved him back, stalling his advances. Trying to keep his knee in place, he shrugged his shoulders to get some slack in his arms. As soon as the goal was attained, he jerked hard, entire body jack-knifing backward and off of the bed to the floor. Reno was on his feet, the robe billowing back around his frame leaving him completely exposed and panting from the exertion.

"Whazzamatter? Thought you liked boys."

"I do like boys but I don't want it when you're drunk, fucker. Get the fuck out or I'll throw ya out."

"You talk big," Rude chuckled, rolling onto his side. "I'd like t'see you prove it."

"Prove what? That I'll throw ya out? Fuck this shit, where's your room key? I'll go sleep in your room an' you can stay in mine."

Rude's head swam and he shook his head, trying to clear the fuzzies creeping into his vision. Reno's form danced and split into two shimmering bodies, each of them staring at him wildly. The sight was funny and Rude chuckled. "There's two of you."

"Yea and both of me are gonna kick your ass if you try anythin' else."

Rude hadn't heard the last of the statement, having passed out before Reno finished.