NOOOPPPPE I'm not dead guys :D I just had a lot to do. I'm all good now so here is chaper 4.

EXPLICIT. JUST SAYIN'

I had some trouble a couple months ago with someone throwing a tantrum over my fanfictions being inappropriate. Of course they are. They're lemons. There is buttsex. BUTTSEX.

And did you know they involved buttsex?

Alright, I'll stop harassing you guys.

An uncomfortably large swallow of vodka plummeted down Volkner's throat and he slammed the shot glass down onto the table next to the other three. He winced and stifled a cough as the aftertaste blossomed into a stinging ripple that made his eyes water. He inhaled deeply and sighed, relieving the pain a bit. The room was beginning to look a bit fuzzy and out of focus.

Roark raised his eyebrows and cautiously examined his drinking partner. "Uh… You okay there? You look like you've had just about too many." He wasn't one to speak. Though he wasn't as tipsy as Volkner, Roark had also downed a couple of vodka shots and was feeling a bit woozy. He signaled to the bartender to lay down a couple more glasses anyways.

Volkner snickered. "Oh, Roark. Sometimes you just have to let it go, you know?" He downed one more shot and took a moment to recover. "Ya have to put the stresses behind you and loosen up every now and again." The liquor had certainly loosened his tongue and made him strangely sociable. Why had he been so stressed out again?

Roark shrugged with a nervous smile and tossed back another shot. Volkner closely eyed the redhead as he performed the simple actions. It didn't surprise him that he had mistaken Roark for a girl earlier; Roark was petite and pretty. He didn't have the most handsome face but he was definitely…cute. Yeah, cute. That's the word for it, thought Volkner. His glasses were almost too big for his face and made his scarlet eyes appear enormous and feminine. Yet, Roark was a bit too built to be a woman. Yes, that tank top barely disguised the well-toned muscles from years of mining. Roark's body was petite despite them but once Volkner noticed exactly how fit the man was, he began to develop a whole new perspective. Suddenly, the redhead across the table from him was evolving into a temptation in the dim lighting. They were both out of their better judgment and it could be so very easy to lure this strange young man out of his clothes. Volkner began to imagine running his fingers through that wonderful mahogany hair, caressing those delicate yet unrefined cheeks, kissing those thin, teasing lips, petting and feeling down that shapely torso and perhaps unbuttoning those pants and sliding them down and down until…

An image of Flint popped into Volkner's head and he shook off the images of Roark, who was glancing at the blonde in a bit of a confused fashion. "Are you alright?"

Volkner averted his eyes and hiccupped. "I'm fine."

Roark clumsily took a drink out of his water glass that he had ordered earlier before the shots. "It's getting late. We should probably get you home. Are you staying in the hotel?"

"Wha? Oh, uh, no. Haven't…reserved a room yet."

"Oh. Uh, how about I walk you there then?"

Volkner grumbled something or another and nodded his drooped head. He attempted to stand and stumbled over his feet.

Roark paid the tab and slipped his arm around Volkner to support him. However, though he was still mostly mentally clear, Roark's body showed the full signs of being drunk. It only did so much good to walk with his stumbling drinking buddy. "M-maybe you could come stay in a room at the gym with me. I dunno if you should be alone in this state." His words were slurred. It seemed like a reasonable request, even coming from his tainted brain. They had already taken Volkner's things there earlier before going out anyways.

Volkner nodded drunkenly again and the pair stumbled out of the bar. The walk through the town was pretty easy, even at night. Since most of the citizens were workers or just preferred to stay inside at night, crowds were no issue and lanterns around the mines guided their way back to Oreburgh's gym.

The dim glow of the lanterns made Roark look stunning as far as Volkner was concerned. The air had cleared his head a little over the walk but he was still a bit tipsy. He stopped abruptly, accidentally causing Roark to stumble over his own feet. Roark turned back to check if all was well and Volkner caught him by the hands and pulled him close, locking eyes with him. The shadows on Roark's hair cast a deep burgundy over the stray wisps that fell over his glasses. His eyes reflected the flickering lights that guided them through the dark paths. They stood in silence, hands in hands, eye to eye. Without warning, Volkner pulled Roark up on his toes a bit to meet with his own height and kissed him on the lips. Not sure what was happening, Roark attempted to pull away but was unable to escape Volkner's grip and gave in, returning the action until the blonde released him, still holding him rather close.

Even in the dark, Volkner's furious blush was visible. He released Roark and turned away. "Oh my g… I'm so sor… I didn't… gah!" Roark simply stood there confused and redder than his hair.

By now the pair was clearheaded enough to walk on without holding each other up. Within a few minutes of silence after the incident, they reached the gym and Roark unlocked the door to let them inside. Without a word, he led Volkner through the halls towards the rooms. They reached the guest room that contained Volkner's luggage (Roark had stored it there for safekeeping before they had gone out to drink) and Roark turned on the light then faced Volkner. "Here's the guest room. If you need anything, my room is down the hall. Is there anything I can get you right now?"

Volkner was almost sober now. Though it seemed like only a few minutes ago, it had been about an hour since his last drink and he had eaten so the alcohol was not nearly as potent as it could have been. He shook his head and sighed. "About earlier. You know, the kiss and all. I'm really sorry. I couldn't control myself and I don't know what made me do it. I guess it was the liquor or something but I just… I don't know what ca-"

He was cut off when Roark softly kissed him on the lips then embraced him. "It's alright. Like you said, sometimes you just have to let it go." He kissed him again, eyes closed and lips curled slightly into a playful smile.

Volkner was shocked and unable to speak so he let the motions carry him through. Though it was unexpected, it felt pretty spectacular. He allowed his eyes to close and, with a sudden burst of passion, pressed into Roark, wrapping him in his arms and sliding his heated body against the redhead's. To his delight, Roark returned the action with a gentle noise that sounded much like a purr.

Roark's tongue traced Volkner's lower lip, inviting him to explore further, to which Volkner complied obediently and met halfway with his own. He curled his tongue around Roark's. The redhead tasted of old vodka, but then again, he did as well. He nibbled at Roark's lip, earning a soft moan of pleasure. Volkner began sliding his hand down Roark's belly and edged his fingers into the top of his pants. With his own tongue, Volkner coaxed Roark's into his mouth and bit down on it, firmly yet not painfully so. Roark thrust his hips forward involuntarily in response and Volkner slid his other hand down to assist his first hand in unbuttoning and unzipping the pants. He parted from the kiss and gently pushed the redhead backwards towards the bed and into a sitting position. He parted the Roark's legs and kneeled between them.

Volkner tugged Roark's boxers open, sliding out the erect member. A small blot of shimmery liquid already leaked from the tip and he darted his tongue out to receive the first taste of his new lover. Roark's body tensed. Volkner slowly ran his hands from Roark's knees to the crooks of his thighs, bracing himself with the right and sliding the left a little further up, fingering the coarse, mahogany hairs at the base. He leaned forward and lapped at the head again, then again, edging his tongue along the circumference and drawing a sigh from Roark.

Finally, he dove forward and took the entire head into his mouth, licking and sucking. He began gently, sliding his teeth along the sensitive head. Then he began to suck a little harder and eased the cock deeper into his mouth and close to the opening of his throat. Roark twisted his fingers in Volkner's hair and tugged. Volkner gasped, enjoying the hair-pulling. He wrapped his arms around Roark's middle and took the full length of his cock into his mouth. Roark bucked forward and tugged the blonde hair again, harder this time. Volkner slid his hands under Roark's shirt and clawed at his back, causing him to cry out in pleasure. Volkner sucked even harder than before and flexed his throat muscles around the tip.

"V-Volkner. I'm about to -" Roark was cut off when Volkner suddenly pulled away and stood. He was far too squeamish to take semen in his mouth. Besides, what fun would it be if it were simply over at that point? He looked down at the redhead, who was blushing fiercely, and kissed him roughly, their teeth clashing together. They fell back on the bed together and landed awkwardly, trying not to hurt themselves. They repositioned themselves lengthwise on the bed. Volkner straddled Roark and tugged his wife beater off then tossed it to the floor. He then did the same for his own shirt, jacket, and shoes, dropping them off the side of the bed. Roark slid off his boots and socks then squirmed out of his pants and boxers. Volkner gently nudged him backwards with one hand, advancing forward to plant a line of soft kisses from his navel to his mid-chest then moved on to trace his tongue around one nipple, helping it harden and pinching the other to accomplish the same for it. He took one between his teeth and bit down but not hard enough to cause much pain. He sucked at it and licked. Roark lied back on the bed, toes curled, and Volkner sat up. "Roll over," he commanded.

Roark complied and braced himself expectantly. Volkner, however, hesitated. He didn't want to just dive into it. He'd never topped before. Suddenly, something came to mind that had been used on him before. He placed a hand on each of Roark's round buttocks and spread slightly then dove forward and began lapping. This surprised Roark and caused him to startle a bit and freeze momentarily. He quickly recovered and gripped the blanket under him. Volkner edged around with his tongue. He wasn't particularly fond of the taste of ass, but he figured it would help loosen Roark up. He traced around the edge of the tight opening, coating it in saliva. He reached around to firmly stroke his sighing lover's abandoned cock. Roark gasped and sighed, occasionally releasing a whimper or small moan. Volkner rubbed faster, still lapping at the same time, until finally, Roark came into his hand with his first somewhat loud outcry.

Roark attempted not to collapse and Volkner sat back, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and sliding his cock out of his boxers. After Roark caught his breath, Volkner gently gripped his hips and turned him around. With Volkner's hands still leading his hips, Roark situated himself on top of Volkner. He pulled one of Volkner's hands to his lips and looked up from under batted eyelashes rather girlishly. His small, pink tongue led three of Volkner's fingers into his mouth. He alternated between licking flirtatiously, teasing Volkner and only causing his mounting desire to grow, and sucking on the digits, coating them with saliva. Abruptly, Volkner pulled his fingers away and prodded one into Roark, earning a small "Eek!" and a jump. Roark then looked sheepish and blushed deeply. Volkner rolled his eyes to stifle a smile. It was cute and he couldn't deny it.

He inserted a second finger and began to scissor, stretching the entrance to make later entry more comfortable. Once the muscles had relaxed to accommodate more room, he pushed in the third and spread the three fingers as far as he could.

Then, he pulled his fingers out and situated himself a little better under Roark, lowering the redhead down onto his own member. Roark cried out in pain at first but after a few thrusts was able to adjust to the feeling. He began to enjoy it and his cries melted into moans of pleasure. Volkner allowed a few sighs to escape as well. He gyrated his hips to a slow, steady rhythm that Roark quickly picked up on and imitated. He exited and reentered, each time causing a new sound from both his lover and himself.

He thrusted a bit harder and faster until he finally hit Roark's prostate and the redhead cried out in pleasure, no long able to restrain himself. Volkner thrust again and again, hitting it multiple times until finally he came so hard that his vision blurred momentarily. Roark collapsed on top of him, both of them panting and their chests heaving. Roark propped himself up to look at Volkner who slid a hand under his chin and stroked a moist cheek with his thumb. Roark smiled and nuzzled the hand. He slid off of Volkner and lie down beside him. Volkner faced him, suddenly craving innocent affection. He put his arm around Roark and pulled him close, then kissed his forehead. He felt very sleepy and was having trouble holding his eyes open. His eyelids drooped until he could no longer hold them open and he surrendered to rest.

Volkner was startled by a vibration in his pocket. He had forgotten that he had his cell phone on him still. It had been on vibrate to keep from disturbing other train passengers earlier. He quickly tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped his pants then tugged his phone out. His sweat made his pockets difficult to access.

The screen flashed the name Flint.

Oh,shit.

He stood up, careful not to disturb Roark, and walked into the hall. What was he going to tell him? That he just went out to a bar and decided it was a great idea to seduce another man? This wasn't going to be pretty.

"Hello?"

"Volkner? Where the hell are you?"

"I went out. What's the big deal?"

"Where'd you go is what I want to know. You just up and left and never came back!"

Volkner attempted to steady his voice and sound inconspicuous. "I went out for a while. I needed to clear my head."

"Clear your head?"

"Yeah, I've been a bit stressed out lately. I wanted to find somewhere to kind of zen out."

"Psht, whatever man. I didn't need you downing my vibe anyways. Have fun out there, emo kid. Catch ya later."

"Later," Volkner mumbled irritably and hung up. Whatever. If Flint was going to be a dick, then he saw no reason to feel guilty.

I'm justified here. If he wasn't such a cocky bastard then I wouldn't have left in the first place!

He turned his phone off and slid back into bed next to Roark. The redhead looked so peaceful curled up in a cat-like, and almost womanly, fashion. He smiled and tucked his arm around Roark protectively. He didn't know him very well, but he felt that he could really come to like the guy. He closed his eyes and drifted off with a final thought.

It's not like I'm a horrible person. As far as I'm concerned, this meant nothing. It was just a little stress relief. I'm not unfaithful… I'll just stray.