Okay, it finally decided to write a second chapter but it's early and I'm tired but I'll try to make it a good chapter…
With meek trust Yzak let Dearka share his bed the next night. After a weary battle they had gotten drunk with Captain Waltfeld although he only added alcohol to his perfect coffee. Yzak hauled the golden blonde back to their room. Blushing every time they came across someone more sober than himself which was not quite much since Yzak only drank enough to give himself a head ache and slight dizziness when he moved too fast. It wasn't really a problem when dragging the actually drunk teen with him since he wanted to go with Yzak, saying he would never leave his ice prince anywhere and Yzak just scowled at the new name.
When they had gotten to their room Dearka wouldn't let go of Yzaks waist and insisted that they share a bed, Dearka promising to be good. He slid into bed with Dearka hugging him around the waist, now hiccupping into his neck. Yzak shuddered slightly but soon he was asleep and knew of nothing else of what happened that night.
Waking in the morning Yzak felt a tickling breath on his neck and he realized that the blonde was half on top of him, and they were both very much naked as they could get. Yzak flushed a crimson colour, thrusting Dearka off him and onto the floor. With a yelp Dearka woke, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. Yzak wrapped the blanket around his body, hugging it close. "What the hell did you do!" He almost forgot about letting Dearka sleep with him but he didn't remember stripping.
"Nothing! Nothing…that I can remember…" He mumbled the last part, a light blush coming to his tanned cheeks. The two boys stared at each other, blushing and then averted their eyes. Yzak swung his feet off the side of the bed, standing before Dearka who remained seated on the ground. Yzak crouched low so he came eye to eye with his friend. Dearka winced slightly, a hand coming to the side of his head, rubbing.
"I got a massive head ache." He wined. Yzak then saw the mark on Dearka's neck and felt heat rise to his face again. "What? Yzak..?"
"I...I think I marked you." He blurted, suddenly standing and making his way to the showers after grabbing a new uniform to wear. Dearka followed after, pulling on a housecoat before hand as they walked down the hall to the large room where the men's showers were. Yzak showered in the stall next to Dearka, much to his annoyance. Dearka murmured about his head ache and that he was sorry for what ever he did that Yzak didn't like. Yzak on the other hand ignored him the best he could but that proved difficult since he heard every word and mumble and groan that departed from Dearka's soft lips. Angry at his attention to Dearka he punched the wall, yelping as pain shot through his arm, and slipped gracefully, landing hard on his ass.
Dearka came out of his stall and looked into Yzaks' with a worried look plastered to his face. It wasn't often that Yzak was careless of clumsy but to hurt himself...that was common when he was either angry of depressed (usually angry). He giggled slightly, slapping a hand to his mouth to muffle it but he was heard and the sliver haired boy's head shot up with an evil glare. Dearka shrugged and slipped into the stall with Yzak, ignoring Yzaks growl of protest. Dearka cleaned Yzak much to Yzaks' verbal protests but the reaction from his body told him otherwise which pleased the blonde. After what seemed like an eternity to them they left, fully donned in their elite uniforms and ready for the days events.
The captain seemed fully recovered and Dearka tried to look the same but kept looking half dead because of his hang over. Yzak grinned, only feeling a small head ache and a little sore on his back side from his stupid fall. The captain eyed them suspiciously but said nothing, a small grin plastered to his face, Dearka groaning. Yzak shot him a look; muttering that it was his own fault for drinking so much.
"But it was so good and you had some too." He retorted.
"But I can hold it better, better control!" Yzak snapped back, under his breath when the Captain turned his back.
"Yeah, because you're a stuck up prick that likes to go out into battle where the chance of getting killed is higher! You wouldn't dare do anything to risk becoming anything lest than Captain's pet!" Dearka retorted back, grinning maliciously. Yzak growled, cuffing him over the back of the head and Dearka wined. Yzak grinned, turning his attention back to the Desert Tiger ready for what he was going to do next. Dearka stood beside him, also ready, both boys held a slight grin of competition on their faces.
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Well that's it for now. Hope you liked? Tell me what yah think!