Ryuuken would never get another chance like this. He would never get a chance to embarrass himself so heavily, and get so, so close to Isshin.

He looked up at him, not sadly, but with need. Not just his body, but his heart and his mind too. He wanted Isshin so badly. He wanted someone that he could never have. But, God, can he be selfish just for this one night?! Can't he be loved by the one person that means more to him than they should?! He felt tears threatening to surface as he looked up into Isshin's conflicted face. He must've noticed, because his features immediately softened.

"Ryuu..."

"Could you? Love me, that is?" There was no reply. "It doesn't even have to be real. You could...pretend...make me believe it's real. Just for tonight. I apologize...for my selfishness."

No...he didn't want to do this. Yes he did. He could ruin his relations with his girlfriend. But who cares right? He just wanted Isshin to feel the same way he did. At the expense of their friendship. Not that they were ever really close friends. Isshin tried to befriend Ryuuken, but the white-haired would always push him away. Why? Because they'd just end up in the same place they were now. Ryuuken lying drunk on his bed, spilling out his feelings and desires to Isshin.

"Ryuuken. I...I can't..."

"Please." The crack in his voice was pitiful. No...he wouldn't cry. Not that it really mattered. Isshin witnessed him drop-out drunk and incredibly out of his mind. Who cares if he saw him mostly intoxicated and shedding a few tears? "If you want...pretend I'm...I'm her."

It hurt him to say that. It disgusted him to no end to say that. But that's just how desperate he was. And if pretending to be the person he was oh so jealous of was going to help him temporarily win Isshin's heart, then so be it.

"Isshin -" Blue eyes widened in shock as he was cut off by Isshin's mouth attacking his own. Was this...really happening right now? God, he must be so drunk he's imagining all this... His eyes slowly shut, and he wrapped his arms around Isshin's neck, tangling his fingers in his hair. Just as I thought...so soft... Drunken imagination or not, he would enjoy this.

The bed creaked slightly, the mattress compressing as Isshin climbed over Ryuuken, his limbs on either side of his body. He continued kissing him, his tongue sliding skillfully in his mouth to explore the foreign cave. The strong taste of alcohol sent shivers through him. He could feel himself getting slightly lightheaded. His lips weren't as soft as Masaki's, or as plump, but -God- the passion he felt from the kiss was no different. It made him as hot as ever. It's only when he heard Ryuuken moan softly against his lips that he froze up. He didn't sound like Masaki either. What was he supposed to do now? His drunk roommate is practically forcing him into bed, spewing nonsense about love and whatnot. He didn't want to do this. He wasn't gay. He started to pull away from him.

"I can't do this..." It came out barely as a whisper.

Ryuuken's eyes opened slowly and he looked up at Isshin. The taste of sake that lingered in his mouth had gotten him all worked up again. A tipsy giggle wasn't well suppressed.

"Oi...Isshin...close your eyes...I could make you feel like you can do it." With his arms still wrapped around him, Ryuuken stroked the back of his neck sweetly with a thumb. "I want to taste you..."

Isshin's eyes widened slightly. "W-what...?!" Did...did he just offer him a...?! No...this man must be drunk off his ass... Reaching back, he unclasped the hands from behind his head, forcing the arms to drop ungracefully onto the bed. He shook his head, his patience running thin for his roommate(How backwards, isn't it supposed to be him causing trouble for Ryuuken?). He moved away from the white-haired, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Ryuuken wasn't going to give up that easily. He had already reduced himself to so little. And his body was practically screaming with need. Sitting up, he snaked his arm around Isshin's torso, unbuttoning his jeans with a surprisingly skillful hand. It wasn't surprising that only a second later, Isshin's large hand grabbed and stopped his own fingers from venturing any further.

"What are you doing, Ryuuken?" He sounded tired. Almost...conflicted. His heart jumped. He had a chance...

"Forgive me, Isshin. I'm not...myself." There was a pause, uncertainty running through both of them. Neither of them knew what they were doing or what was to come in the next brief second. Isshin hesitantly let go of Ryuuken's hand, granting permission for the sly fingers to continue their travels. The hand didn't move. He was too scared to.

What would happen if he keeps going? What would happen between them? Would they...end up together? Would Isshin hate him? What would happen if Masaki found out he was messing around with some other person? With some other guy?

"Are you going to keep going or not?" Isshin's voice was low, almost inaudible. It gave Ryuuken chills. Suddenly, he was more for this than ever. His intoxicated mind was done second guessing itself. He would just stop thinking altogether. He slid off the bed, his hands now resting on either of Isshin's thighs.

Isshin looked down at him, his face blank. Why did this have to happen? Why did their friendship become so...twisted? So...driven on sex(Well, on Ryuuken's part.)? He just wanted to help his friend. There was no sexual attraction. There was no ulterior motive. He just wanted to be a friend. So...why is he letting him go so far?

Ryuuken's mind was far gone. His eyes were glazed over in a drunken lust, and his breath kicked up as he slowly unzipped his jeans and popping open the annoying button on Isshin's maroon-colored boxers. He pulled out the flaccid member, holding it with a single firm hand and leaning in to give it's underside a long, sensual lick. He felt the muscle tense and twitch under his tongue, a groan escaping the taller man. Ryuuken wanted to hear more sounds like that.

With more bravery than he could ever imagined he would have in this kind of situation, he slid his lips around Isshin's cock, sliding down until the tip touched towards the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, then began slowly bobbing his head up and down. His tongue rubbed roughly along the shaft as he sucked, his top teeth grazing teasingly. The act cause growls to emit from Isshin's throat, his hand instinctively moving to grip the white locks tightly.

"A-ah...damn...Ryuuken..." He shouldn't be enjoying this. He shouldn't be moaning out at every little flick of the tongue or nipping of flesh. But it felt so good...Ryuuken was so good...

He grew harder in his roommates capable mouth, the sucking sensations and the slurping sounds mixed with accidental moans becoming too much. He'd never done this with another man before... He'd never imagined it would feel this amazing... His hips bucked violently, the reaction to Ryuuken biting down on the head of his swelling cock, sucking hard. He was rewarded with a moan. His grip tightened on Ryuuken's hair, and he looked down at his white-haired roommate, even more turned on by his facial expressions. He was so submissive. He would do anything to please him. God...how whipped was he? It was almost like...a girl.

He growled deep in his chest, releasing his hair and reaching down to yank him up by the collar of his shirt, the very tip of his manhood nicked by bottom teeth. He groaned. He stared hard at him, searching his eyes. He had to have sobered up somewhat, though a pink blush lightly colored his cheeks. Though from intoxication or sexual embarrassment, he didn't know.

"Ryuuken. Tell me this isn't just drunken lust. Tell me you really want this. Want me."

Dark blue eyes gazed into deep brown ones. There were so many different ways he could've answered. Ryuuken just smiled softly, a rare sight.

"They say there are only two types of people that never lie. Naive children and drunken fools. You know full well I'm not naive. Do you believe the alcohol is still influencing my mind?"

No. He didn't. He captured his lips again, completely seduced by the heat of the night. The heat in the room. The heat of Ryuuken. Teeth and tongue clashed, a symphony of moans and groans filling the thick air. Ryuuken straddled Isshin's waist, kneeling on the bed. His hands fumbled to unbutton Isshin's shirt, while Isshin slipped the white-haired own shirt down off his shoulders. He was no longer shy to biting down on the sweet, pale skin. Ryuuken bit his lip, a small moan slipping from him. His whole body shuddered at the series of bites on his shoulder and neck, causing his jeans to rub tortuously against Isshin's exposed member.

"More...Isshin..." He begged, his words dragging out lowly. The dark-haired grinned, laying him down on his back.

"Say please, Ryuu..." His eyes were completely clouded now. He no longer cared who he was fucking or what gender they were. He was beyond turned on by this beauty beneath him.

"No..." He supposed he shouldn't be surprised by that. But he wasn't going to sit there and beg for a proper beg. He ripped the shirt off of him, followed by his own button-up, fumbling to remove his jeans. He didn't notice how nicely they hugged his legs until now. It was almost a pain to get them off. But with a provocative roll of the hips, the jeans were off and flung somewhere out of sight and out of mind. He kissed down his torso, from his collarbone to his naval, the tip of his tongue teasing the skin above the waistband of his light gray boxer briefs. He grinned at the growing wet spot.

"Let's get these off~"

"You're slow."

He chuckled at that. Maybe he wasn't drunk after all. "You wound me, Ryuu." He hooked a finger in his briefs, peeling off the offensive cloth. That was also flung to the unknown. In the back of his mind, he wondered if the OCD within Ryuuken realized he was making a mess of his side of the room... He shoved the thought aside and continued ravaging the perfect skin with harsh teeth, decorating Ryuuken's waist and hips with dark hickeys.

Ryuuken was in bliss, moaning out the name of his roommate softly. He loved being marked. He loved being able to pretend that he was Isshin's one and only lover. The only one he touched like this. The only one he cared for. He was selfish, yes. But he supposed that ran in his blood. It was the teasing prodding at the entrance of his puckered little hole that made his mind a blur. He could hear Isshin click his tongue in annoyance.

"This is gonna be hell to shove in..." To help with the experience, Ryuuken slid a single leg up his arm, hooking it onto his shoulder. Isshin raised an eyebrow at the flexibility and somewhat odd position.

"Please..." Isshin begged, "I can't take this stalling anymore...I need you..."

Say no more. Isshin bit down on his bottom lip, pushing slowly into this foreign territory. Ryuuken's sensual moan of gratitude made Isshin groan himself. This was becoming all too much for him. He was gonna climax before he could even get anywhere. Once he pushed in all the way, he started slowly thrusting, building up a rhythm. Ryuuken's sounds of pleasure weren't loud enough. He changed his angle, slamming into him a little harder each time.

"A-ahn...Isshin..." Ryuuken's voice was shaky, and he began to pant slightly. "M-more...!"

Per request, Isshin gave a bit more effort, grunting as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. The moaning white-haired mess was so beautiful...he wanted more of him. He dug deeper, the tip of his throbbing cock scraping Ryuuken's prostate, causing him to moan the loudest he had all night.

"Ah! There!" He insisted, pushing into him to meet his thrusts. Angling himself appropriately, Isshin ravaged Ryuuken's tight asshole, assaulting his sweet spot to retrieve as many pleasured cries from him as possible. The slapping of skin on skin, and the 'shlick' sound of his pre-cum lubricated cock sliding in and out of Ryuuken drove the both of them crazy.

Isshin irritably shoved the leg off his shoulder and lifted Ryuuken up so the smaller sat straddling his lap, thrusting upwards into him and Ryuuken grinding his hips in correspondence. The white haired threw his head back in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut. His nails gripped painfully into Isshin's shoulders, marks he would have to explain to Masaki later on that day.

But Masaki didn't matter right now. Masaki was far from either of those boy's minds. They just wanted to be there with each other, the alluring call of passion swaying them into heated action.

"I-I'm close..." Ryuuken breathed out, the friction from his own swollen cock trapped between his and Isshin's body driving him insane. Isshin nodded, grunting and groaning in his ear as he slammed in only a few more times before spurting his seed almost violently into Ryuuken, shooting into his prostate. The white-haired cried out in pleasure, his body tensing and loosening as he came hard all over their chests.

They sat there for a moment staring into each others eyes once more. They were still heavily clouded, but tired and worn. Confused. This should've never happened.

This should've happened sooner.

Isshin carefully slid out of his roommate, laying back into the pillows. To Ryuuken's surprise, he brought him down with him, holding him in his arms. Ryuuken opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Then he opened it again, speaking something other than what he had in mind.

"Tell me you love me." A pause.

"I love you."

And that's it. That's when he knew. Those words held no meaning. No love or compassion. They were just words. They lingered in the air for a moment, then disappeared. Ryuuken knew, deep in his heart that Isshin would never love him. This night...was passion, not love. It was heat, not romance. IHe knew it would never happen again.

And he was right.

The next morning, Ryuuken woke up alone. Isshin had already left. He sat up, ignoring the pain in his lower back. The pain in his heart. But that's okay. He was prepared for this. He knew he didn't feel the same way. But he was happy. Because, at least for that one night, he got the chance to pretend.

I hope this wasn't too bad. I tried so hard to keep them in character! -le heavy sigh- I really hope you enjoyed this!