A/N: Well, I thought that maybe, I should stop trying to get everything perfect and just post the damn chapter. –sigh- This chapter gave me hell; it never saved right, it got converted into BINARY CODE once (the freaky type that's all boxes and Cyrillic, not the type that can be reverted back to ASCII), then school got so crazy I couldn't write AT ALL, then I got the FLU (WTF, I thought flu season was over! :cries:), and then I babysat a kid who thought everything was going to kill him, so when I got home I was dead tired. So, noooooo, I didn't abandon it; just dead to the world. This story's my baby! Well, for right now, anyway. And for why I copped out on the lemon, I, just frankly, didn't feel like dying by blushing while I wrote so… Nope! Happy summer with a glass of limeade that should have been a glass of lemonade. But there's plenty of time left for me to write one, besides, I think this is a good teaser of what's to come. ((And, oh, now you can kinda guess at the ending! Well, not really, but you can try.))

Chapter Three: Like Life

Telling me to go

But hands beg me to stay

Your lips say that you love

Your eyes say that you hate…

It had to be the alcohol, Kurogane reasoned. It would be the only reason he'd be toting a half-undressed Fai to their room, making out the entire way. But as he tried to reason himself into stopping, he hit a very sensitive spot on Fai's body that sent the blonde into mewling moans. Then he began to wonder why he even thought about stopping at all.

"Oi…" he panted, breaking away from their kiss. Fai pouted, his lips slick and swollen, and the swordsman-in-training couldn't help but sweep in for another, instantly sliding his tongue into the magician's hot mouth. Once again, he pulled away. "I've got to unlock the door," he whispered.

Fai sighed, sliding out of Kurogane's arms. "Alright," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

The raven-haired young man eyed Fai warily; the blonde was leaning impatiently against the hallway wall, watching Kurogane with predatory, lustful eyes.

The swordsman-in-training laughed softly, pushing the door open with a twist of his keys. Fai immediately stalked in, grabbing Kurogane's hand and dragging the swordsman in with him.

Kurogane blinked, realizing that Fai was the type to be demanding when drunk—that suited him just fine.

He grabbed the magic-studying blonde from behind, his arms wrapping around Fai's stomach, his hands sliding slowly into the other's pockets.

The blonde gave an impatient groan, pushing back against Kurogane. "Don't tease," he ordered in a tone that the swordsman-in-training just had to obey. In fact, the raven-haired student wondered if Fai was using his magic as an upper hand.

Figuring that obeying was the quickest way to get Fai to stop pouting, Kurogane removed his hands, then stripped the blonde and himself. He pinned his roommate against the wall, pressing in and against him, causing them both to see euphoric stars and white.

The light was blinding, and the covers were stifling. Kurogane grunted, trying to roll over, only to find that he couldn't. He opened a bleary, irritated eye to find out what was inhibiting him, only to find his blonde roommate sleeping peacefully on top of him.

"What the fucking hell!?" The swordsman pushed at his newly-deepened roommate, ogling at the man's bare body. Then he groaned, remembering what had happened.

Fai cracked his eyes open, scowling. "What is it?" he asked grumpily. "I was having a rather nice dream."

"Oy," the other man grunted, glaring at Fai, "You know last night, right?"

"We went to a party, went outside, then we came back and had sex," Fai said simply, sitting up. "Something the matter?"

Kurogane scowled; there was something off about how Fai was acting, but he decided not to pursue it. "Yeah. Forget about it."

"What?" Fai inquired sharply, the breath hissing through his teeth.

"You heard me."

The blonde's normally kindly blue eyes suddenly hardened and iced over; his face changed very suddenly in visage. His lips thinned and curled back, exposing his bared teeth in a feral manner. "Excuse me, I think I must be hearing things wrong," he growled, his fists tightening so much that his skin went paper-white against his knuckles.

"I said, forget about it. It was a mistake," Kurogane snarled, "We were drunk; who'd actually think I'd want to sleep with you?"

"It was not a mistake," the blonde said dangerously, inching forward.

"Like hell it was!"

"It was not a mistake," Fai repeated, reaching out. His hands fastened themselves tightly around Kurogane's neck, and he pressed his fore-fingers against the other man's carotid artery and his thumbs found their way to the pressure point behind Kurogane's ear. "Say it—it wasn't a mistake… Repeat it after me: It. Wasn't. A. Mistake. "

Kurogane knew how to defend himself, so it wasn't long before his fist found its way to Fai's chest, but it wasn't before he had been starved of enough air to almost pass out.

"Are you some sort of fucking psycho?!" He hissed, grasping at his throat. "Get the hell away from me!"

Fai wheezed, his own gasps paling in comparison to Kurogane's huffing pants. He looked up, terrified.

"I…" he whimpered, shaking his head.

And then he burst into tears. "I! I'm sorry! Kuro-chuu! Please!" he cried, reaching towards his roommate.

Kurogane pushed Fai away, the blonde grasping at air. "I said get the fucking hell away from me, you!"

With a trembling gasp, Fai nodded, sliding off the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, the blonde got dressed and left. Kurogane lay back in the bed, massaging his throat. "Damn, he was going to kill me," he mumbled hoarsely. "What's his deal?"

After wandering around for a few hours, Fai stumbled into the local cemetery. His feet took him the normal route, and he collapsed in front of a white marble monument. He curled up tightly, ignoring the pains in his chest and backside, huddling against the cold stone.

"I miss you so much," he whispered, "I need your help…"