Cold sweats always felt uncomfortable. Always. There were no exceptions. Even if it was a hot night and a cold sweat brought down your body temperature just a bit, it still felt wrong and sticky and dirty. He woke up in an unknown bed with an unknown man next to him, it felt so wrong, sticky and dirty. He wasn't usually the type to do this. Well… Maybe in high school. Maybe when his mind and body were younger, and his perception of reality blurred all the bad things about this kind of situation.

Well… maybe after high school too. Just a couple of times. It wasn't a pattern or anything.

He saw no protection in sight.

Groggily he stood up, fumbling around for something resembling a shirt or pants as his eyes adjusted to the dark and uncertainty of the position he was in. What even was this? He groped around more, looking for anything familiar. He found pants, he didn't know if they were his or his whoever he was. He figured he could find out later. There were more important things at hand. Like water.

He tiptoed out of the room, unnecessary on the already carpeted floor. Definitely not his floor. His floor was wood and usually heated. Where was the kitchen? Bedroom was where he woke up, and a fluorescent light to his right signalled the bathroom, so he continued to stupidly tiptoe down the hallway. Pictures lined the walls, but his bleary eyes couldn't make any of them out. He silently wondered if it would be safe to turn on a light in the kitchen, if it would wake up the mystery man laying in the bedroom.

Ah! His guesses paid off, here the kitchen was just at the end of the hall. It was far enough down that he considered it safe enough to flip on the light, which he did with relative ease as his eyes finally started to adjust. It took a while for them to adjust again to the bright LED's along the ceiling. The kitchen itself looked very posh, so did the living room for that matter. Like someone very wealthy with fabulous taste owned this… apartment? Condo? Penthouse? Who knew, it was no concern of his, he was just looking to get water.

Large floor to ceiling windows made up the entire far wall, offering a fantastic view of the deck attached to this abode, as well as the cityscape sprawling out after it. Rain was still coming down, he remembered that at least, it was raining like mad earlier. What was sheets earlier now lightened, but only a bit, just a few steps after drizzling. And before that it was… boring? No, couldn't have been, boring isn't a state of being. Is it? Too groggy, head hurting. He couldn't think about questions like that right now. Water.

Mahogany cupboards lined the walls nearest to him, what wasn't covered was evidently marble or something similar. He opened all of the cupboards before he found glasses in the very last one, of course the one nearest to the sleek looking fridge. Everything in this place could be described like that, sleek. Sleek, new, modern and very expensive looking, but not very lived in. But lots of things looked expensive that weren't actually all that great. He filled up his glass from the automatic water dispenser in the fridge, it felt ice cold.

What a feeling this was, this wasn't something he'd felt in a long time. The feeling of a tight soreness gripping onto his muscles that seemed to penetrate deep into his nerves. The feeling of aching in his more lower regions, especially his ass. He couldn't stop thinking about not seeing any protection. Sure it was dark, but he should have at least seen a wrapper on the side table. What was he doing last night? He took another look around the space in front of him as he drank. None of this felt very personal. None of this looked like someone personally decorated. It all felt so artificial. How does an apartment feel artificial?

It also had this wildly cheap feeling too it, something he couldn't shake off. Like no one actually lived here. It was then that he realized that no one did live here, it was a hotel room. How could he not have known? He felt like an idiot, but not more than he did for getting himself into this situation in the first place. Walking felt like a chore, dragging his feet over to the plush looking couch. He opened up his phone as he sat down; thirty-four new messages, and not a single message from the person he wanted to hear from. Wasn't that just typical, he finds someone he actually likes and can't for the life of him get the attention back.

He opened the messages between them anyway. He definitely was the last one to send a text. Yeah he was working, but honestly how long could that take him? Plus, he made him promise to text back. He promised. Perhaps he shouldn't be judging, no one knew how much his job took out of him. How could they, he always put on this front of calm collected energy. Or maybe it just looked aloof and douchey to other people. Maybe it looked aloof and douchey to… No! No, he's shown how he really is tonnes of times! No he's just overthinking it.

Things started getting clearer. After his meeting, he went to the bar by the office. He had wanted to go get seafood but… He went to the bar instead. A few of his coworkers were nearby but they didn't approach him, and he didn't approach them. He thought of texting his other two friends but they were probably doing a romantic night in or something. God how he would love something like that.

One beer became two, became ten. Beers became shots and he was joined by some guy. Some absolutely ethereal looking Adonis, with the starkest white hair he'd ever seen. He'd seen this man before. They chatted, they japed. "Unusual to see you in a place like this," he said running a hand through that bright white hair. "Only unusual thing about it was he wasn't deeper into this drink," he replied, a cool smirk adorning his lips. Or at least what he hoped was a cool smirk. "Mind if I buy you another? Just for old times sake?" The Adonis asked back. "Only if I can buy you one too."

They both laughed, it seemed harmless enough.

Chatting became flirting, became innuendo, became explicit, became whispers. Over what felt like an eternity, what started innocently enough devolved into something else entirely. He was probably kidding himself from the start thinking that this, with him could ever be innocent.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" His mouth was right next to his ear, breath stinking of scotch.

"Oh god yes, it has," he breathed back, biting his lip none to subtly.

"Shall you call a Fyne or shall I?"

"You call, I'll pay the tab. Pick a place."

"Not yours?"

"Definitely not."

It was near instant. The tab was paid instantly, a car was there instantly. Even in the backseat it was instant, more than likely making the driver very very uncomfortable. Loud sloppy sounds of drunken making out no doubt making the driver uncomfortable. The room was even already booked for, he was probably only temporarily in town. But no time for that. In the elevator they were even closer, damn near tearing clothing off. In through the door clothing did start coming off. Most of it came off in the bedroom.

Another familiar shot of pain from his bottom up. He looked towards the door and saw it immediately, both their coats and shoes left in an unceremonious line from the door to the bedroom. If he bothered to look, he'd probably find the pants he was wearing weren't his. If he indeed was in town, then he probably just happened to grab a pair of discarded sweats.

Upon this realization, of what had happened, of who it happened with, he felt… Shame. Not for his actions, getting action wasn't something to be ashamed by. Getting action with Dino was. He wasn't in the journalism industry anymore, he was a jeweler now, whatever. That didn't change the fact that it was fucking Dino, he was fucking Dino. Or getting fucked by Dino. Honestly either one was humiliating.

He promised himself this wouldn't happen again. He tried to tell himself over and over again, ever since the last time, this wouldn't happen again. They weren't healthy for each other, not to mention he had his eyes on a different kind of blond lately. His eyes immediately became tired, his mood sombered. It's not that it wasn't enjoyable or anything, with Dino it was always enjoyable. That however wasn't the point. He chuckled softly, it was a pattern. With Dino it was at least. It's like they couldn't help themselves. Chocolate and vanilla just go so well together, how could he resist something like that. This white haired Incubus.

"Noctis?" He heard coming from just behind him. The light from the kitchen didn't quite reach his spot on the couch, shrouding him in this half light. "Hmm…" he responded, taking another sip from his water. He turned his head back and there he saw him, in all of his perfection the absolute vixen, wearing his breifs and a decidedly sexy disheveled appearance. "You alright?" Noctis thought for a moment before he responded, was he alright? Upon the realization he'd broken his promise to himself that he wouldn't be caught dead with Dino again, was he alright? Given the situation, being in the presence of his personal temptress, someone he just couldn't say no to, in his hotel room, having just had sex which he could only remember as "fuck yes," was he alright?

"Yeah, I'm okay. Come here." He tried to sound gentle, maybe his struggle sounded apparent, maybe that was just his mind. Dino approached, looking as sleek as ever, it seemed like he glided more than walked. He stopped dead in front of Noctis, looking down at him as he lowered himself into a straddling position. Noctis swallowed thickly, looking up into those eyes he could only describe as hypnotizing, he threw his phone to the side, bringing his now free hand to grip the white haired mans side.

"D'ya miss me?" Before he could even respond Dino's mouth descended onto his neck, sucking hard enough to get a moan out from the dark haired man, but not enough to leave a mark. "Mmmm by The Astrals you know I always do." The older man brought his hips down in a deliberate grind against the sweats the younger was wearing. "I know you do, I just like hearing it. I like seeing you come undone." Noctis growled in appreciation, setting his water on the side table and quickly switching their positions. "Yeah I know you do, almost as much as you like seeing me come." Dino half-laughed half-moaned as Noctis started to work on his neck, Dino had no such pleasantries to worry about, so he bit hard.

"This time, I get to be on top," Noctis said breathily, pulling away from the dark red spot on Dino's neck.

"As the Prince wants," Dino replied, throwing his head back.

"King, don't you fucking play with me."

Noctis picked up the older man, bringing him back to the bedroom again. Somewhere in the back of his mind and the core of his Solar Plexus, he could feel uneasy. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was unhealthy. For both of them. How could he resist, though. Those eyes, that body, it was deadly. He was unhappy, both with himself and with the situation, and while in the moment he didn't care, he knew he would in the morning. He felt like he was sinking further and further down, but rock bottom was still just out of his reach. Besides, who didn't want to feel good every once in a while?

His phone vibrated, another text, from a very different type of blonde.