It had taken beer, a lot to be fair, but he had forgiven Shinkai. Enough to help him down the stairs of the bar and up the stairs of their apartment block. It wasn't easy especially as Fukutomi turned out to to be no help.

"I promise to go look for your stupid jug tomorrow" Arakita lied, tugging on the hood of his friend's jacket. "Just get up these stairs before you break your neck."

Watching Shinkai's hand tighten on the stair railing and pulling himself forward, the brunette grinned.

"I am the Hakone road demon! Demon of Hakone!"

"And the stairs quiver before you, but seriously we're like two floors away." Kicking out at him lamely, Arakita turned his attention to a struggling Fukutomi and offered the other man a hand as he looked like he wanted to sit. "Come on, don't bail out on me now Fuku-chan."

He'd be fucked then, both of the idiots were too big for him to drag up the stairs. And he didn't really want to leave them passed out on the stair in case some busy bodies came along did the kind civilian thing and called an ambulance. They didn't need that kind of drama. If worst came to worst he could just pile them up in the corner and sit down with them. Then if anyone asked he could reply in a calm and sober tone that it was for a class project or a charity event or some bullshit. It sounded legit and ensured a lot less drama.

"I am strong." Rolling his eyes at the stupidity of the other man's words and current condition Arakita simply nodded.

"Yeah of course you are." The strength behind the hand that grasped his was enough to make him wince, but the pain did little to stem the heat that ran through as he glanced at their linked hands.

He was holding hands with Fukutomi in the most useless sense. And yet it gave him that little extra boost to pull the drunken duo up those final few steps and on to their apartment. Dumping Shinkai in bed, shoes on and face first he promised to come and check on him once he got Fukutomi settled. And got his vice like grip off his fingers.

"Will Hayato be okay?" Shrugging as he bumped the door open with his hip, Arakita honestly couldn't care less. Going with the concept of 'out of sight, out of mind'. The brunette would be fine and right now Fukutomi was his greatest concern. He'd seen the man drunk before but not to this extent.

He looked a mess. Hands trembling, sweat all but dripping from his face, cheeks red and eyes disorientated, maybe he should be worried for Shinkai least someone spiked their drinks. Although he felt fine and Shinkai had passed out peacefully without breaking a sweat. Maybe Fukutomi's iron tolerance was slipping.

"Yeah, sure whatever. Come on, you're like three steps from the bed. I mean unless you want to sleep on the floor." Before leaving they'd set up the small futon on the floor in the tiny free space on the apartment floor. It was Arakita's usual spot, but he was tempted to just lay the blonde out there and take the bed for himself. He deserved it after dragging their sorry asses home.

"Yes," came the firm reply. Turning and readying to step off without Arakita's support, the bleach blonde took a single step before taking an impromptu nose dive to the floor. Trying to catch the larger man before he did any serious damage, the slender man found his arms full of a mumbling cyclist.

"Seriously?" Slipping his arm around the taller man's waist, the Arakita struggled to keep his weight up right. Pulling Fukutomi closer to his chest. Shifting his weight, with the centre of gravity was hamper, there was no helping the almost embrace he found himself in. Fuck it felt right! The arm around his waist tightened as the blonde went down on his knees. Impossible to try and keep him upright, Arakita fell with him, hands grabbing fists full of his shirt and trying to dull the fall. Some what thankful Fukutomi hadn't fallen on top of him, the sudden kiss caught him off guard. Crumbling into a kneel, his body trembling, the slender man could barely believe this was happening. He must have been drunker then he thought to be fantasising about Fukutomi kissing him and for it to feel so real.

Deepening the kiss as hands touched his face tenderly, he wanted to pinch himself just to prove he was drunk and passed out somewhere and this was just some glamorous dream. But it so felt real, so very very real. His fantasy felt, smelt and sounded just like his unrequited lover.

Pulling away as he remembered where they were and what they were doing, the dark haired man slapped himself to disprove his dream theory.

"Fuku-chan, what the fuck?" Stern and serious as always, the blonde answered as such.

"Kissing you."

"I gathered that!" Came the sprinter's panicked reply. "Why?"

Pausing, his face looking the tiniest bit thoughtful, the taller man shrugged.

"It was good." Touching his tingling lips but passing it off as a wipe, Arakita wasn't sure how to reply. He wasn't even sure he even knew what was happening. "You're always sad." Frowning, the slender man had looked away, avoiding the other man's eye, hard as it was when they were still linked at the hip.

"I'm not sad." Attempting to untangle their legs but some how locking them together tighter, Arakita tossed his hands up in despair. "Seriously get the fuck off me. I'm done with this now."

"You are a little sad," Fukutomi compromised. "Like you were before the club." Ceasing his struggling, the dark haired man ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated hiss.

"I'm perfectly happy." He said, although he didn't sound it. "I just get bored." And it wasn't a lie.

He'd just become bored of happiness, of friends and social interaction. It was hard when the only two people he actually gave a shit about moved across the other side of the country.

"I don't want you to be bored." He saw the kiss coming, but sat still and took it anyway. Just for a little extra taste and touch. Enough to comfort him in the cold, lonely nights to come.

Fukutomi was sloppy and more than a little drunk, but it felt good. Heat and desire spread across Arakita's lithe figure as the slick tap of a tongue prompted his jaw open and a tangle of sweet passion began. Snapping his head back, the shorter man resisted the urge to bite the blonde as he tried to follow through with another kiss.

"Can you just not, like for a second." Meeting his gaze with a stare clearer then any drunk teenager in history, Fukutomi was unmoving.

"I'll stop if you want me to." Open his mouth to protest, but blushing at the admittance Arakita heaved a heavy sigh.

"I don't want you to stop," he said finally. "But you can't half ass this."

This was too perfect. No dream could ever feel this right or real. He needed to savour it, for when he inevitably fucked it up and had only the beautiful memory.

"I never half ass," came the blonde's confident reply, hands already outstretched to touch the pale man's cheek. "Please."

Please what? Arakita was barely following the situation, hampered by the tightness of his pants. "Let me make you happy," the other man went on. Oh he wanted that. Wanted anything and everything his ex captain had to offer.

"I suppose if you want." There was no use in starting a fight, especially when Fukutomi was not only drunk but by the look of it somewhat aroused. Glancing down between their bodies and catching a glance of the bugle at the apex of his captain's thighs, Arakita all but jumped him.

Crashing their kisses together in an almost bruising touch, the dark haired man swallowed the moan his companion made, chuckling as the blonde struggled to breath. Nipping lightly at his lips, the road wolf resisted the urge to bite down, hard. But as the soft, raw flesh caught between his teeth he was tempted otherwise. Feeling Fukutomi shudder, his hands fisting in the front of his shirt, Arakita soothed the bite with a gentle suck. Hoping to dull the sting and pleased with the results he batted the blonde's cheek light.

"You sure you're not too drunk for this?" Pulling back to catch his breath, Fukutomi nodded.

"Up for it." Unsure if to laugh at the unintended pun coming through in his ex captain's usual pattern of speech, the slender man let it be, occupying himself by caressing his companion's cheek.

"And you're sure?" The blonde's voice was softer now, barely a whisper. Anyone else, anyone and Arakita wouldn't have cared. But for Fukutomi... For Fuku-chan he cared, cared maybe a little too much.

Noticing the heavy swelling on his captain's thin lips, Arakita immediately felt guilty. Running his finger of the hot, tender flesh, he frowned.

"That was a bit too hard."

"No." The hands fisted in his shirt slowly trailed up from his chest and upwards to his neck, linking behind his head and pulling him closer. "It was fine." Pausing to lick said plump, raw lips, Fukutomi looked uncomfortable for a moment. "More."

Chuckling to himself as the pair continued their play, Arakita knew he shouldn't have been surprised to find out his friend was somewhat of a masochist. Ensuring to throw in the occasional nip every now and again, the dark haired man couldn't help but cry out when their tangle of bodied managed to rock their hips together.

He was harder then he thought. Hard, burning and so ready.

"Fuku-chan..." Breaking their kiss, Arakita caught his lover eye, smiling at the heat and passion he saw beyond the stone faced exterior, he suddenly lost the nerve to ask.

"Yes?" The blonde's voice had dropped two octaves, enough so that he swore he could feel it in his groin. Fuelled by arousal he pressed on.

"Did you wanna fuck m-me." He fumbled a little but thankfully his lover seemed undeterred, in fact he appeared almost eager.

"Yes." Certain and stone faced as ever the blonde's hands cupped his cheeks. "Yes please." Blushing despite himself, the slender man shook off the touch, opting instead to detached himself from his companion and flop down on his make shift futon, beckoning Fukutomi to follow.

Having the blonde cuddle up all close and intimate was almost too much for the dark haired man to handle, especially as that board body curled around his and the distinct feel of the blonde's hard on rubbed against the valley of his ass.

"Yes?" The stoic blonde didn't need to say much as his actions spoke far louder than any words. Hips rocking against his butt in needy little thrusts, a strong set of hands ran down his body. Pausing only to push up his shirt, Arakita twisted against the chill if his lover's fingers and the pleasure bound in them.

The cold certainly didn't help his hardening nipples, it only gave something for Fukutomi to zone in on and making it repeatedly awkward at every twist and pinch as he cried out. It was different to when he was alone. Usually he could just rub one out and fed off the soft glow of orgasm. No need for drawn out teasing and foreplay. But this was different and with Fukutomi's hands manipulating him at every twist and turn, it was hard to fight back.

Stretching against the mattress and arching back against the wall of muscle behind him, he heard the smallest hitch in the taller man chest. Pleased that he wasn't completely unmoved, Arakita craned his head around to kiss him.

"Do you know how to..." There was the slightest quirk in those thick black brows and it made him blush impossibly brighter. He was amazed the blonde had picked up on his desire and intentions so quickly, but overall he was thankful. This would require a lot less embarrassing discussion about tops and bottoms. Maybe Fukutomi's silence was something to be thankful for. "Well you better know," the dark haired man scoffed, trying to keep his voice down as the blonde cupped his cock through his tight jeans and squeezed hard. It felt good, so very very good. Enough to make his eyes cross and for breathing to become a struggling. The hand under his shirt had started tracing little circles upon his stomach, while the other worked hard undoing his zipper and forcing his pants down over his hips.

"Fuku-chan wait." Grabbing the other man's wrist as fingers ran along the waist band of his underwear, Arakita suppressed a shiver. "I want to look at you." His neck already ached from twisting unnaturally around to see him. Any longer and it would become painful.

"Okay." The blonde spoke thickly, words heavy and slurred, drunk on lust and arousal. Rolling over and facing his companion with a small smile, the slender man almost growled. Pants down around his knees, leaking cock straining the front of his underwear with a dark smear, he probably looked like shit. Or worse he looked like a needy bitch in heat. Kissing the blonde with ease and pleased at how soft and accepting he was, Arakita rolled his hips against the hand between his legs.

It felt good, too good. Sneaking a peek downwards and noticing the tension the blonde was containing, it was easy to make the next move. Trembling hands touched Fukutomi's chest with deliberate slowness. He wanted to commit this all to memory. Every little piece of this until very recently untouchable desire, hard muscles and a pounding heart pulsed under his palm.

Fukutomi was running hot, maybe a little too hot if Arakita was being honest. But it felt good, so very very good and as he moved his hands down the heat simply increased. The muscles of the other man's stomach tensing under his hand, Arakita licked his lips, catching Fukutomi's iron gaze as his ran said hands down along the hard length in his pants.

The near animalistic moan the other man made almost had the shorter man biting his tongue. Since when could his captain make noises like that. Impossible and yet as he increased his grip, the snap and roll of his hips coupled with another moan were indeed coming from Fukutomi.

"You should take your pants off as well." Thankfully he didn't stumble over his words. There was the slightest glint of confusion on the blonde's features replaced seconds later by a small frown.

"But I wanted to make you happy."

"It will," the slender man assured him, fingers already eagerly pulling at his zipper. "Hurry up, my balls are blue enough." Pleased with as he watched the other can comply, Arakita gave his cock a quick squeeze in anticipation. Fukutomi was perfect and as his underwear joined his pants across the room in drunken haste, the dark haired man was pleased to see every piece of him was perfect, cock included.

Reaching out tentatively, he ran his fingers up and down the other man's shaft, watching the usually emotionless blonde twitch and shudder. Pleased he wasn't completely unmoved, Arakita held his breathe as strong hands pushed his own underwear aside and took his hot flesh in hand.

Tossing his head back to moan, his free hand immediately jumping to Fukutomi's shoulder, nails digging in deep as his lover stroked higher and higher. He could feel the heat and pleasure leaking from the tip, mirrored by his own. Copying the gentle rubs and strokes Fukutomi gave him, it didn't take long for him to slide in closer, laying side by side his lover, cocks touching.

"Here Fuku-chan." Pleased to see the hazy lust in his friend's eyes, Arakita chuckled, wrapping his hands around not only the blonde's but his own cock, he shuddered as the heat, size and friction almost made him swallow his tongue. "Fuck, give me a hand will ya." His automatic reaction was just what the slender man had hoped for. Hands clasped around their pulsing cocks, their breathing and hearts beats linked in unison, Arakita was sure he was going to die.

This was impossibly hot, way too hot and any minute now he was going to die of blood loss. Hard and heavy in his friend's hand, the shorter man bit his bottom lip harder.

"Don't." Surprised Fukutomi was capable of words at all, he blew out a sigh, trying to act cool regardless of the arousal and pleasure pounding through him.

"What?" Kissing him softly and rolling his wrist to bring them both an earth shattering sensation, Fukutomi panted.

"Don't bite your lip, bite mine."

He saw white. The simplest, hottest of request he quickly and lovingly gave without hesitation. The fist of their hands tightened as the couple drew closer to climax. Nipping at the blonde's lips, his hips snapping back and forth into the fist they made. It was becoming too much and he was so close. The hand he held to the blonde's shoulder moved down to his chest, nails digging deep as he longed for a hand hold. Succeeding in leaving a trail of red marks down the taller man's chest, Arakita took in the visual delight of his lover with big eyes and lustful intent.

Panting, sweating, head bent low as he rocked his hips back and forth, Fukutomi looked focused. As if he was riding rather then fist fucking his beloved assist.

"Arakita." Glancing up suddenly and catching the other man watching him, the shorter man moaned loud and long, hand snatching out on reflex and all but drawing blood from his lover's chest as he came apart.

The near painful climax had him clinging to Fukutomi, panting hard and thrusting with each and every convolution. Trying in to vain to keep the moment ever lasting, to keep the perfection and heat alive for just that little bit longer. The large hand wrapped around his faulted for a second, the sticky wetness covering his palm indication that the blonde was following close behind, his orgasm powerful enough to rip a moan from his silent lips.

"Fuku-chan..." drawing out his lover's name, Arakita couldn't believe what had just happened. Trying to catch his breath as he wiped sweat from his brow, the dark haired man laughed at the state of his captain. Maybe he'd gone a bit over the top with his loving affections. The deep red marks running down the blonde's perfectly sculpted chest looked hot and sore. Likewise his lips were too plump and raw. "I'm sorry," he managed with a catch in his voice. "About the-"

"Don't" the blonde warned him. "I can take it." I am strong echoed in the shorter man's ears.

"Yeah I know." Struggling up onto his elbows and looking down at his hands, it was impossible to fight off the blush that broke over his cheeks. "We should probably clean up."

"Yes," came the blonde far too serious reply, although he did nothing to support his actions.

"Do they lock the showers here overnight?" The dorms had done so at Hakone, but it was primarily to promote good sleeping habits. He doubted it was a necessity here.

"No." Eyeing off the time via the clock on the bedside table Arakita grinned, eyes gleaming at the proposition.

"Good, get up."

The most god awful noise woke the pair the next morning. Burying his face into the mass of pillows and chest beneath him, Arakita groaned.

"It's your phone stone face, pick it up."

"It's only a text," came rumbling reply under his ear.

"Then why is it ringing?" Rolling over and reaching out lamely towards the bedside table, Fukutomi grabbed the phone and all but smashed it against the table, hoping to dull the noise.

"Shinkai always changes the ring tone." I'm going to kill him Arakita thought, rubbing his head and wincing at the colours clashing across the blonde's skin. Red and tan, torn and a little battered, he was gorgeous. "Oh." Gesturing for the phone, the shorter man narrowed his eyes as he read over the message with his head pounding and unable to stop the laughter.

I FOUND THE JUG. Hope you two had a good night ;)