Part two, you guys should enjoy this one. Anyway, Oishi is kinda in the middle between tipsy and drunk...if there is such a thing. I don't know many people who drink enough to get drink so I wouldn't know. But I'm pretty sure you get the idea, it was the only way I could get Oishi to act like this. Hes a stubborn boy sometimes, but I'm breaking him down. (Mwahahahahahahaha!)

Disclaimer: As previously stated, I do not own PoT.

He had slept the whole ride, and couldn't even remember walking into the house. It wasn't until he realised that he wasn't in his room that he felt something wasn't right. He was seated on the bed, watching Tezuka and Fuji from across the room, not able to hear what they were saying and not really interested either.

Instead he looked down at the bed, realising that they were a rather bright shade of gold. Not that it bothered him, honestly it looked really comfortable, except this wasn't his bed. He needed to get to his bed, because he was going to be tired in the morning and he'd have work to do. Except when he tried to move, he only succeeded in almost falling off the bed, so he hurriedly pushed himself back, bracing both palms on the bed to steady himself. So he was officially stuck here until one of them helped him.

"I'll be right back." He heard Fuji say quietly as he left the room. Oishi's eyes followed him curiously and realising that Fuji's hair was really pretty when it swayed like that. And he has nice legs, they don't wobble when he tries to go somewhere.

"Oishi raise your arm." Tezuka was sitting next to him now lifting his shirt, tugging his arm through the whole as he lifted it. Oishi only seemed to be able to stare as Tezuka took his shirt off and proceeded to pull his jeans off. Strangely enough it didn't feel that weird to sit in front of his best friend in only his boxers. Besides, he was preoccupied with how pretty Tezuka's eyes had become now that he saw them up close. He had nice hair too, but Fuji's was much prettier, no Tezuka's eyes were definitely the prettiest part of him.

"Pretty..." Oishi managed to say as he reached out to touch the pretty eyes. But something had appeared in his way, making him pout slightly.

Tezuka closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remind himself that Oishi was drunk and therefore was not exactly in control of his actions. But that was impossible when Oishi was simply sitting this close, half naked and way too trusting for Tezuka's liking. Speaking of being way too trusting, he was wondering just how Oishi had gotten himself into the position where he was being kissed by random co-workers. He'd always thought Oishi was more careful than that, what if it had turned into something else? Oishi was in no shape to resist, why if Tezuka wanted to, he could just push Oishi back on the bed, kiss him senseless and then...

"Tezuka?" Oishi's voice made Tezuka open his eyes and look at him. Oishi looked slightly worried, even in his drunken and sleepy haze. Seeing that Tezuka was indeed fine, he looked across the room and slowly brought his hand up to his lips before saying tiredly. "Wanna try again...Kawagichi-san's kiss...felt really..."

Tezuka cut him off, grabbing his hand away from his mouth and pressing his lips determinedly against Oishi's. He refused to hear anything about that man's kiss and any affect it might have had on Oishi. Maybe it was a bit selfish of him, but he'd always been glad Oishi hadn't showed interest in other men or women, he and Fuji wouldn't have stood a chance against competition. And so he would be selfish, make sure Oishi only knew his and Fuji's kisses so that the thought of kissing anyone else never even crossed his mind.

Pulling away he almost felt guilty as a confused Oishi looked at him with wide eyes. He sighed and brought Oishi's hand to his cheek, massaging his palm lightly as he spoke. "Its best if you don't talk about him right now."

"Did I do something wrong?" Oishi asked, tilting his head. "We could try again if you want..."

"Oishi.." Tezuka could almost feel the reigns of self-control slipping away as the seconds ticked by. He was never letting Oishi out of the house ever again, especially not back to that school where he was influenced to go out and drink. Then he ended up like this, saying things he didn't really mean and driving Tezuka crazy.

"Here Oishi, drink this." Fuji had returning and was holding out a cup of water. "Both hands now. Tezuka, why don't you go get changed?"

"Ah." Tezuka let go of Oishi's hand, feeling incredibly grateful for Fuji at this point. Watching as Fuji made sure Oishi didn't spill, then helped him but on his pajamas. He couldn't help but think the picture they made was absolutely adorable. Leaving it in the hands of Fuji, Tezuka left to go sort out his own problems before he had to come back and face the frustratingly innocent Oishi.

Fuji couldn't help but wrap an arm around Oishi's shoulder as the other leaned his head on his shoulder. It was way too cute, and Fuji couldn't help but think of one thousand ways he could take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately Oishi was drunk and probably wouldn't remember any of it and Fuji had a plan to follow. But just this right now might end up helping them out in the long run, Oishi would have to respect their good intentions for his well being now.

"Fuji.." Oishi said his name slowly, as though he had to think about it. "Am I a bad kisser?"

"Of course not." Fuji tightened his hold as he thought of the stolen kiss at the bar, wishing he could have stayed and taught the bastard a lesson or two. "I liked kissing you."

"Huh? Oh." Oishi seemed to be trying to think about when that was, but seemed to give up and take Fuji's word for it. "Tezuka didn't like kissing me."

Fuji didn't care if Oishi wouldn't remember this in the morning, Fuji would definately milk it for all it was worth. Not only was this completely adorable, but good blackmail material.

"He likes kissing you." Fuji said trying to reassure Oishi. "He just didn't want to scare you."

"Okay." Oishi yawned, closing his eyes and mumbling. "Thats nice."

Fuji smiled warmly and maneuvered Oishi to lay his head on the pillow in the middle of the bed, pulling the covers over him, watching as Oishi drifted off to sleep. He could help but get up to grab his cellphone from the dresser and snap a picture that was definitely going to become his background.

"Hes asleep?" Tezuka wrapped his arms around Fuji from behind, resting his chin on Fuji's head.

"Mmmhmm." Fuji grinned as he set his cellphone down, turning around in Tezuka's embrace and placing on hand on his chest. "You had him all worried. He thought you didn't like kissing him."

Tezuka glanced over at Oishi with a slight blush. Allowing himself a small smile he leaned down and kissed Fuji lightly, before pulling him over to the bed. "Lets get some sleep, tomorrow should be rather interesting."

Oishi knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. For one thing he had a headache, it was horrible, but it definitely wasn't the greatest feeling in the world. Next was that he was incredibly warm, or to phrase it better, his body was stuck between very to warm...people. I had to have been drunk. There was an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him against a strong chest, his face was buried in someones neck and his legs were tangled in two pair of other legs.

His brain was telling him that this situation was very wrong and that he needed to get up now, but his body seemed to be quite content and even enjoying the situation. He felt surprisingly safe, like nothing could get to him while he stuck between these two. I wonder...is this my decision? Oishi tried to think, but realized that only made his headache worsen.

I need to get water, or medicine, or something. Just need to get out of here. Oishi tried to move the hand wrapped around his waist, only succeeding to pulled even tighter against whomever's chest. While when he tried to move his head, a hand came up to hold the back of his head in place and simply pull him closer.

"Fuji...Tezuka...let me go." Oishi said softly against (he was pretty sure it was Fuji's) neck. Realizing afterward that it was pretty stupid to be quiet when he was trying to wake people up. "Please...I need to get some water."

"Mmm, shhh, Oishi." Fuji softly stroked his hair, but refused the move. "Its Sunday, sleep in."

Oishi whined in protest and swore he could hear Fuji chuckle lightly. It seemed he had no choice at this point. Tezuka's grip was like iron and Fuji wasn't moving anytime soon. Besides, the hand combing through his hair was incredibly soothing, maybe just for a bit. Going to sleep might just help him forget, at least for a little while.

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-Tabis