A/N: Thanks to those who read and reviewed, as usual, it means the world. Before we start I just have to say that there's making out and alcohol in this particular part of the diary so if that's not your thing, well, don't read it, I don't wanna hear about it afterwards either way. And with that said I think we're ready to start.

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Dear Diary – Live And Let Rei

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Dear Diary,

Last time it was coffee, this time it's alcohol making me totally unreliable and giddy.

I know, I know, I shouldn't drink, I'm a minor and all that, but we've just been to this party and apparently the word "no" doesn't exist in my vocabulary at all when people offer to buy me drinks, so there you are.

And what a party's been! I'm still partly drunk and I feel almost high from the cigarette smoke and loud music, my head's incredibly light now that I'm away from the smell and the noise and in the clean air of my own room.

May I just repeat that it's been one Hell of a party?

Cause it sure has! There were people everywhere and a huge dance floor where everybody danced like no tomorrow. Considering my alcohol consumption I should probably wish that there'd be no tomorrow, but I'm just in a way too great mood to even think let alone worry about such trivial and boring details that I know I'll have to face tomorrow one way or the other. So. No worries and cares, I'll just sit here and enjoy being tipsy and silly and tell you all about my great night out.

See, this party was some BBA big deal that everybody had to attend to and so of course we did. I've been feeling like the King of the World ever since Hillary's picnic so I suppose my behavior might have been a bit, well, slut-like, as I know I can take on anybody and get away with anything.

I mean, it's not like I've been whoring myself around, or okay, maybe I have, a little, but it's all in good fun, so I don't see why it should be a problem. No harm, no foul, you know? Besides all I did was to flirt, and quite heavily I'll admit that, with a couple of guys at the party, which really isn't something I should be shot for, is it? And just because I may have kissed a few of them, tongue and all, it doesn't make it any bigger of a deal, right?

No, well I didn't think so either. I'm young after all. It's time to live life, have fun and all that. I don't want to wake up old and worn out and then realize I missed out on all the great stuff.

So feeling up a few guys at some party isn't all that terrible. Like, in the big picture, you know? It's nothing. Peanuts.

And anyway, it's not like I'll ever actually call all the people whose phone numbers I am now the proud owner of. Getting them was fun, but it's not like I actually want to see any of them again. I'll just get myself some new phone numbers next time there's an opportunity; it's much more fun that way. And uncomplicated too. What would I ever be able to do to actually explain this kind of behavior to somebody? I really don't think that would work.

Just playing the field and being sort of easy is much better then.

And it also got me Kai's immediate attention, let me just tell you that!

I haven't really known what exactly to do about all my Kai issues, but it seems alcohol just did the trick and solved all my problems. Kai got immensely interested as soon as other people started hitting on me, and even though it wasn't a problem to tell that he was bothered by it, I just wanted to see how far he'd let things go before he did something to, like, be my hero and save me. That's basically why I didn't turn down the first stranger that approached me, but I guess something happened along the way, I forgot about Kai, and suddenly there were lots of strangers making sure I was having if not the time of my life then at least the party of my life.

I loved it, what can I say?

This new confidence of mine is working wonders, and it just felt so good to be able to kick back, relax, enjoy all those people jumping at my beck and call. And then in the end not committing to any single one of them.

I could've lived my entire life in those couple of hours, that's for sure!

But of course I couldn't forget about Kai entirely. Some of these strangers had wandering and very well-aimed hands and in the middle of all my enjoying myself I sort of remembered that Kai was actually the last guy to touch me like that. And no, that's not special, but then if you know that he was also the first guy to ever touch me like that you'll probably see why he suddenly appeared in my mind, disturbing my otherwise mindless activities.

And the thought of him of course brought along the question of where in the world, or at the party really, the object of my desires had gone off to.

A question which really wasn't that hard to answer as I realized when I looked over the shoulder of my then dancing partner. Kai was right there looking at me. And looking not exactly happy about what he was looking at: namely me grinding against somebody else whose hair or eye color, much less name, I'd ever be able to determine, not even to save my life.

I guess it's understandable, I probably wasn't in a very flattering situation or position for that matter, and I probably would have been quite miffed myself had the tables been turned. On the other hand I did see him be all lovey-dovey with Tyson, so maybe I'm merely paying him back.

Sounds good to me!

Still, however, I did feel bad for him standing there looking all lost, so I did what any good friend and wannabe boyfriend/lover whatever it is I want to be, which I haven't decided yet, by the way, would do; I went over to him to… Strike up a conversation.

That's right. I wanted to… Talk!

I have absolutely no idea what we talked about. And that's strange as it's only a couple of hours ago, but talk we did and nothing else, because I do remember him going somewhere and me returning to the dance floor and above mentioned dancing stranger. Who spent endless amounts of money on getting me drunk, just like all the other strangers did. Either I come off as really easy or the strangers were just unusually friendly and giving. I honestly don't know what would be worst.

Despite not remembering what Kai and I talked about I know I paid special attention to him for the rest of the time he was there. In between getting drinks, phone numbers, and whatnot I made sure to smile at him, go talk to him and other friendshippy-though-I-want-more things, so that he actually ended up on the dance floor with a total stranger of his very own.

I was so proud of him.

And I felt like punching the other's face into pieces before I banned him to Hell.

What a mix of feelings.

But before I could react on my sudden impulse to kick the man to mush I discovered that Kai didn't look like he was enjoying himself as much as he should dancing up on some hot guy, so to help my dear friend out I switched my dancing partner so that I got Kai and the strangers could go somewhere to fuck.

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Oops. I just gave myself away. I am drunk. Still.

Fuck is a bad word.

You're such a bad boy, Rei, such a bad boy!

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And whether or not they went to actually do that is irrelevant as I suddenly found myself with an armful of very delicious and tasty Kai.

Now that was a lot better than some random stranger!

I swear he literally attacked me, which I of course didn't mind one bit. For some reason this extreme dance floor experience, he he, stands out much clearer in my mind that the last time we got together this physically, which sort of surprises me as we went at it with enough heat to provide a whole house in Siberia with electricity for a whole year! And of course also enough heat to totally burn my brain away. Which strangely didn't happen. I remember everything!

We kissed.

I have never been kissed like that before, ever! I was on fire. There were trails of flames everywhere he touched me both with his mouth and his hands and I just knew I needed more. I grabbed him by his hair and pushed him against this pole that was suddenly situated in the middle of the dance floor right where I wanted it, in turn situating Kai right where I wanted him.

He was completely in charge last time we did this so I expected him to at least put up a fight for dominance, but no such thing. As soon as I'd positioned him against the pole he went almost limp in my arms and simply just responded to my kisses and touches, but without fighting for control.

I liked it. Hell, I loved it! He was pliant and welcoming; taking everything I offered him and letting my hands roam him freely first on top of his clothes and a bit later underneath his shirt as well. It was pure Heaven being able to assault him with licks and strokes that made him tremble and push back against me with need and pleasure. Whenever I looked into his eyes I saw bottomless pits of desire that threatened to lash out and drown me, and I'm absolutely sure that just made me go at him faster, harder, more passionately.

All the previous strangers had only lead up to those moments of almost violent caressing. It was explosive!

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And you do realize that I am getting turned on like I don't know what by sitting here and writing this?

But it was just so good! I don't even have words to describe it. The way he looked, the way he felt, the way he seemed to constantly scream for more no matter how much I already gave him was just mind-blowing. And yes, I'll be taking those thoughts with me when I go have a shower in a couple of minutes when I'm done writing this.

What? Come on, I'm a guy! There's only so much any normal teenager with ragging hormones can take, you know!

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I don't know how long we stayed on the dance floor pressed against that pole, but after a while a really slow song came on and the frantic bumping and grinding wound down a bit. There was panting and we were looking at each other our clothes a total mess, shirts open and halfway off, hair tousled, and pants rumpled and way too tight for it to be any kinds of comfortable.

Gods, but what a moment it was. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't, didn't know what, and then dizziness kicked in from the alcohol and I could barely stand, so I clung to him and started kissing him again already feeling much better and much lighter.

The kisses where somehow sweeter, but it seemed he didn't really want that so we sped things up again before he reluctantly pulled away saying something or other.

He left me there on the floor while I was laughing like an idiot. I'd just gotten him good and there he was leaving making it all the easier for me.

Absolutely fantastic!

The winner of the game is now officially Rei Kon!

The very same Rei who'll now take his mental images of Kai in the throes of passion with him in the shower and thereby get things over with so he can get to bed and finally sleep off some of the alcohol he's had.

Signing off for now, Diary dear!

Yours truly

Rei Kon