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"Why did you want to talk to me?"

"Oh-er-"

"Mail, I'm not an idiot. I can tell when something's wrong, so why don't you just tell me?"

The noises in the pub nearly drowned out Nate's voice, as he looked up from his meagar cup of water. His white hair set in a perfectly messy bunch upon his head, and his black eyes stared at him through bangs.

Mail was on his way of being drunk; possibly breaking a record for most time spent intoxicated within a two week period. He set his head in his palms, heaving a deep sigh.

"We've known eachother for a while, right?" the red head looked about him, checking if anyone else happened to be listening, "And you're much too intellegent to let one thing change your perspective of me, right?"

"Where are you going with this?"

A moment of silence between the two, except for the loud rendition of 'The Window Cleaner' the members of the pub happily chanted.

"I think I might be a homo,"

Nate's expressionless face didn't change at all as the words were spoken so blunt, and Mail nervously downed his next beer, some dribbling down his chin."

"Does this have to do with Mihael Keehl?"

"Who else?"

Mail rubbed tenderly at his temples, his mind buzzing with the memories of two weeks previous and the influence of alcohol. He was more confused than ever, and images of that night kept flashing in his mind's eye. He knew he should be disgusted, but the very fact that he wasn't made him come to this conclusion.

Nate took a sip of water, twirling a piece of hair around his free finger, "It's about time you come to that conclusion,"

The red head looked up suddenly, and his eyes were huge and struck with confusion, expecting anything but that reaction. "Oh, so had you come to the conclusion that I was a homosexual years ago?" His voice was stinging with sarcasm, mostly due to the fact that he was in disbelief.

"Basically. Face it, Mail, you've never had a single relationship, nor shown any interest in females. What did you think the reason behind that was?"

"Er..." he tried to think of the reason, never having really asked himself that question, "delayed puberty?"

"Mail, you're still the same person no matter what you want to do in bed. I don't see why it should matter so much."

"It matters..." he sighed, and downed yet another Guiness, "if I want to withold the Jeevas name,"

Nate shrugged, and looked the other right in the eyes, "No one has to know,"

"Mail...I..."

His voice was breathless, as he pushed his mouth against the red head's, his arms snaking around his neck. Mail didn't hold him back, but gasped for breath, unsure what to do with another's tounge in his mouth. He was quite unaware, in fact, that he began to get enthralled in the moment. Mihael tasted like chocolate; he was so good at this, the way his thighs stratled him, the way he kept moving about on his lap-

"Ah-"

Mihael smiled slightly, leaning up from the wet kiss as he saw the bulge in Mail's pants. It wasn't often something like that would happen so quickly; and it was painfully obvious that Mail was both intoxicated and a virgin. He leaned back down, a hand whisking its way down to Mail's pants, where he began to rub the erection through the fabric.

Mail moaned in response, his whole body tensing up. Mihael licked down Mail's neck, nibbling at the pale white skin, and felt around for the ties on his pants. He took his time, glad at being able to give him this reaction. He tried to hide guilt in the back of his head, and threw himself completely into giving Mail one of the best nights he could.

Once the erection was out of the tight pants, Mail breathed out a sigh of relief, his hips simply in instinct thrusting up lightly, in need of some physical contact to get rid of the pain. Mihael smiled, leaving a kiss on his light pink lips before leaning down to the member. He didn't mess around, and went right into it, licking the tip before engulfing it, his tounge moving about savoring every moment of it.

Mihael's own horribly painful erection was getting aparent by this point, and as Mihael tasted precum on the tip of Mail's member, he had started jacking himself off, unable to deal with Mail moaning so loudly. Mail came quickly, directly into Mihael's mouth, and Mihael swallowed it all, looking up breathlessly at Mail as his eyes fogged over. He let out a little sigh, and Mihael leaned up, watching as the red head untensed, leaving a small smile on his face, and closed his eyes.

It wasn't hard for Mihael to come afterwards, either. The sight of Mail lying there, breathless, his chest moving up and down slowly and his pale face bright red: he got off on it pretty easy. Once both had climaxed and landed themselves in heaven, Mihael fell against Mail, the chair underneath them squeaking in argument.

"Mail...o-oh my God..."

Mihael heaved a sigh, before pressing a many a kiss to Mail's lips. Mail didn't kiss him back, and Mihael knew he must be exhausted. It took a lot out of you, getting drunk and having your virginity taken. He chuckled lightly, kissing Mail's forehead and leaning back, watching as he slowly opened his dark green eyes.

"Mihael..."

The blonde nodded, sliding off him and holding out a hand, "You can sleep here if you want. It's pretty late now,"

Mail said nothing in return, but took his hand, standing up and wavering from side to side a bit. Mihael took care in taking Mail's shirt off, and taking his pants off, and before long the two were left simply in their underwear. Mail sat down on the bed, staring off into space, while Mihael looked down on him, the guilt coming back from the deep places in his mind.

However, without a word, Mihael slipped into the blankets next to him, facing the wall while Mail slipped under the blankets. The only light in the room was from the lights of the world outside, and Mihael stared at the wall, trying to think of how to apologize for what he had just done.

"Mail...please don't be mad at me alright? I couldn't...couldn't help myself and...God knows I've had enough heartbreak for one lifetime,"

Mihael sighed gently at not hearing any noise from Mail as he had expected, and he closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep swiftly. "Well...goodnight,"

Little did Mihael know that Mail had fallen asleep long before any apology was given.

I'm going to be totally honest with you.

OTL The Lemon scene sucked beyond all belief, probably because it was 3:00 am and I had just gotten through watching like five episodes of Toddlers and Tiaras. FFFF. I'm really tired of this chapter, I've been working on it and deleting what I had of it for days now, and just wanted it finished. As to why I didn't rewrite it yet again when I wasn't tired as fuck.

In any case. The next chapter will be better (and longer) I promise you! I have good stuffs planned. ;w; Or something.