Author's Note: I'm sorry this update took so long. With Christmas and New Years, I kind of lost track of time because I work like crazy this time of the year. I finally am on my vacation, which has consisted of me and my boyfriend sitting on our bottoms, playing video games. It was our anniversary on the 2nd, so we're just celebrating with some quiet time. So I'll use this quiet time to get another chapter out. Thank you for the comments, favorites, and follows. It's what keeps me writing.

Now, this chapter gets a little more risqué towards the end. Nothing that would put it into another rating, but more serious than the little peck of last chapter. Just a heads up. Also, it's another long one. Probably to make up for the lack of updating, but I wanted to wrap up the recollection portion of this story in this chapter… I'm sure you won't mind the lengthiness, though!

Chapter Three

"There ya go," Mondo mumbled in between the violent sobs from his fellow classmate who was currently leaning over the toilet, one hand over his tiny stomach, the other attempting to hold back his messy bangs. The biker ran his hand along the younger boy's back, leaning his head back against the bathroom stall door. With the way they had both drunkenly stumbled into the restroom, they had landed in a way that Chihiro was kneeling between the biker's legs, Mondo sitting with his body against the side of the stall. They had crashed inside that way together, and in all the fuss of Chihiro nearly vomiting before even reaching the bathroom, and Mondo making sure the kid was alright, they hadn't bothered to fix their position. "Let it out. Happens to everyone once inna while…"

The blonde sniffled loudly through a thick sob, not even sure what was just said to him. Everything was spinning and he reached back and grabbed tightly to whatever he could to stay grounded. He felt like he was just going to fall over, despite that the walls of the bathroom stall and Mondo would keep him in place. Chihiro hadn't even noticed he was grabbing the gang leader's knee. "I don't want… to drink… ever again," he sobbed into his trembling hand, sure that everything he had drunk that night had already come up. From behind him, he heard a deep chuckle and immediately felt even worse. Now Mondo was laughing at him? How could he have been so stupid? Drinking was not for him.

Removing his hand that was perched on Mondo's knee, he began to string it through his hair, feeling the sweat gathering on the back of his neck. He felt disgusting, his throat burning and his chest sore from heaving. The unpleasant taste that gathered on his mouth made him want to be sick all over again, but he was sure there was nothing to choke back up. Coughing slightly, his sobs began to dim, but the room continued to spin. The overhead light was much too bright and although there was no music, no talking, no sound inside the bathroom, he could hear a buzzing. His head was pounding. "All done?" Mondo questioned, his tone enough to elicit a squeak from his small classmate. Chihiro whipped his attention over his shoulder, quickly pressing a hand against the bathroom stall to keep himself steady.

The silence between them grew thick as Chihiro realized the precarious position they had fallen into. He was so concerned with actually making it to the bathroom that he hadn't even noticed he had dropped to his knees right in Mondo's lap. The other man was so close, Chihiro's back just about pressed against the biker's chest. The sensation of being so close was enough to make him shake, his already quivering body letting out a heavy shiver. The blonde opened his mouth, but then realized his breath was probably awful. He pressed a trembling hand over his lips and mumbled quietly, "I want… my toothbrush… please…"

"Ya room's all the way across the school," Mondo grunted, having grown quite comfortable on the bathroom floor. Since their pass through the hallway and up the stairs, the alcohol caught up with him, and once he sat down, it flooded his brain like a tidal wave of dizziness. Sitting down actually felt worse than being active at the moment, but he was afraid if he stood, he would get sick like his fellow classmate. But those adorable hazel eyes were staring big at him, welling with budding tears of embarrassment. "We ain't gonna make it that far…"

"Please," Chihiro mumbled once more through muffling fingers, bringing his other hand over his lips now. Whatever got him out of this bathroom stall quicker. The cramped space and the feeling of being so close to the biker were making his stomach churn again. Was it sickness, or was it attraction this time? He didn't want to find out.

Eventually after quiet murmurs and whimpers, Mondo was pressured into leaving the bathroom, but their journey was a slow one. It took nearly two minutes just to get Chihiro and himself to their feet, and even more to make it out of the bathroom door without stumbling over. Mondo was handling just fine, with a few fumbles here and there against the wall, but the poor blonde couldn't get his shaking legs to keep up. They made it slowly to the stairs and Chihiro clutched hard to around Mondo's arm and the wall, bracing himself quickly. The abrupt stop nearly caused the biker to drag them down the steps, but he cautiously took the first step, turning around to face his travel partner. "Ok?"

"N-n-n-no…" Chihiro murmured, staring down the long flight of stairs that looped around to the bottom. He was never going to make it.

Mondo noticed the look of fear in the little one's eyes, feeling the tight grip of the other boy's hand around his wrist. It was the kind of strength that came from being absolutely terrified. "Just step…"

"I'm going… to fall down…"

"You'll be fine, come on," Mondo grunted, tugging on him slightly in attempts to get him to budge, but Chihiro refused, rather wanting to stand and wait until his drunk disappeared than go down these steps. He had seen one too many tumbles down these steps from others before, and luckily no one had ever broken anything, but Chihiro didn't want to be the first.

Narrowing his eyes, the biker knew they weren't getting anywhere unless he took initiative. Leaning over, he swept his arm beneath Chihiro's legs, the other wrapping around his back, heaving the tiny boy into his arms like he was cradling a child. The blonde squeaked at the suddenly motion, his arms clinging tightly around the other man. "W-w-w-ait, wait, put me d-d-down!" he yelped, but at this point, they were descending the stairs. Despite the fear rushing through his drunken body, the programmer couldn't help but notice the intense care the biker took in getting them down the steps. He also then noticed his skirt dangerously hiking up his legs, and he furiously tugged it down with one hand before latching his arm back around Mondo's neck.

Once at the bottom, Chihiro fidgeted his leg a bit as a silent invitation to be put down the floor, but Mondo didn't give, carrying the boy down the hallway towards their destination. In his mind, the programmer was slow, and he didn't have the patience to wait on the small, stumbling boy. If he waited any longer, he was going to get sick. "Almost there," the biker grunted, readjusting his arm beneath Chihiro's back so that his head was a little higher up. The blonde stared at the man holding him, bringing a trembling hand over his mouth when he remembered they were on a journey for his toothbrush. This academy was too big.

Shutting his eyes from the sudden pain that jolted in his brain from both the alcohol and the contact with the kitchen counter, Chihiro let his head drop against Mondo's shoulder, feeling a little falter in the man's walk. When he opened his eyes, even through the dim lighting of the hallway, he noticed the blush spreading across the biker's cheeks. Why was he blushing? He was the one who picked him up. He was the one kissing him the kitchen. This was his fault… He was so warm.

They eventually made it to the room, which had been left unlocked as Chihiro trusted basically everyone within the academy. Not that he had anything in his room worth stealing. The other girls weren't interested in his clothes, as he was much tinier and traditional compared to the others. And all his electronics were password guarded and of no interest to others. Once inside, however, as he slid his weight from Mondo's arm, he swore he could hear the lock click behind them. The boy's feet hit the ground and he braced himself with trembling hands against the other man's chest. With an arm behind his back, Mondo fumbled for the light, clicking it on, and the closeness between them dissipated as they both turned away to shade themselves from the light. "Shit, that's bright," Mondo groaned to himself, making haste towards the bed where he immediately sat down.

Chihiro winced, the sudden light causing his head to throb. "Yes, it is," he stated sharply, reaching out to shut the light back off, leaving them in just a dull glow from the bathroom. A nightlight he had kept since childhood. Not because he was scared of the dark, but because that small flicker was comforting. He oftentimes fell asleep with his laptop open, anyway. It was very similar. "I'll just turn… the bathroom light on, okay…" he then murmured softly, watching Mondo remove his heavy coat from the corner of his eye. He was really making himself comfortable… Brushing his hand against the wall, he guided himself to the bathroom, turning on the light, this time more prepared for the intense glare to burn his brain. He fluttered his eyes closed for a moment, turning his body away from the bathroom door.

Once he opened his eyes, he nearly choked, seeing that Mondo had now removed his shirt, drunkenly lying back against the programmer's neatly made bed. "W-w-what… are you… doing?" Chihiro murmured shyly, but was unheard over the murmured of the overhead fan in the bathroom.

"Mind if I just lay here a second… gettin' dizzy, ya know?" the biker mumbled, his voice trailing off towards the end as he laid almost completely still, his long body taking up most of the bed. He didn't even look over for a response as he was clearly about to pass out. Chihiro nodded anyway, despite deep down knowing he should just hurry him out of his room. The two of them being alone in the kitchen caused enough trouble. He didn't even want to think about what could occur with them sharing a bed.

He turned to face the mirror in the bathroom, nearly shrieking in horror at his own face. Like Mondo had mentioned in the kitchen, he looked like a raccoon, his mascara melting on his face from the crying earlier. The area around his eyes was dark, and his cheeks red with warmth. Whipping on the faucet, Chihiro grabbed a nearby wash cloth and cleaned up his horrid make up, cursing the girls for talking him into wearing it. He hated it, but fitting in made him do some silly things sometimes. And if it meant being the girl's porcelain doll, then fine. Further bury the secret. He at least wiped up the mess beneath his eyes before tossing the cloth somewhere on the floor, snatching up his toothbrush. His throat burned and he could taste the acidic lemonade on his teeth.

After a minute or two, he had scrubbed his mouth to satisfaction, cleaning out the sink with a burst of fresh water before scooping up a few handfuls for himself to drink. Too bad he didn't have a cup because he was sure the both of them could use water. Jerking up slightly, he glanced into the other room where Mondo had shifted intensely, now carelessly wrapped within the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed and his face buried into a pillow. It was unlikely the biker would try anything at this point, he wasn't even conscious. And there was no was Chihiro was going to carry him back into his room. Maybe sharing the bed wouldn't be too bad of a problem…

He slowly made his way out of the bathroom, stepping out of his flats and attempting to remove his stockings with just his feet. He braced himself against a chair, using his right foot to push down the left stocking, It slid down his leg and he stepped out of it, suddenly too lazy to remove the other, afraid of toppling to the floor. Chihiro wobbled towards the bed, he unbuttoned his cardigan, letting his slide from his shoulders to reveal a sleeveless button up blouse beneath, and decided that was enough clothing removal for the night. He was too lazy for pajamas, but too scared to get down to his underwear with a man lounging in his bed.

The blonde stood there, feeling his knees begin to buckle beneath him. Mondo had unconsciously left just enough room for Chihiro to slip in beside him, but unfortunately left no covers and just half a pillow to share. "Ummm…" he murmured to himself, pressing a hand against his chin, the other patting the empty part of the bed. He could always go without blankets for the night. He was still extremely warm, anyway. Crawling into the bed, he rested his head against the empty half of the pillow, cuddling his arms against his chest. He stared at his drinking buddy for a long while, feeling his body become heavy against the bed, his mind feeling as though it were floating about the room.

"How's ya head?" Mondo suddenly spoke up, scaring the smaller one slightly. Chihiro fluttered his eyes closed briefly, turning his head slightly so that his bangs slid off the bruised spot of his forehead. The biker absently reached out, brushing his fingers along the blonde's forehead. Chihiro sighed softly at the other man's touch, his eyes opening wide and bright. Sleep was quickly overruling any sick feeling and being so close to Mondo was actually becoming more of a comfort than he thought. "We shoulda put ice on that, looks bad…"

Chihiro only sighed in response, loving how gentle his fingertips felt. He never thought someone so rugged and angry all the time could be so kind… and warm. With a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he eagerly scooted forward, reaching out for the covers that had been stolen by his bigger classmate. He had never felt attracted to anyone before, but after the clever kiss in the kitchen, the literal sweeping him off his feet in the stairwell, and the soft touch against his forehead, Chihiro was growing quite attached to the little crush fluttering in his heart.

There was some awkward shuffling in the bed as Mondo attempted to pull the blankets from around his body to casually share them with his tiny classmate, Chihiro making himself comfortable against the pillow and the contours of the other man's body. The grazing of his bare arms against the biker's naked chest was enough to send tingles flying through his body, which were only intensified when Mondo brought an arm around the kid to bundle them together beneath the blankets.

And just like wildfire, they caught. In just the second that Mondo was hovering over the smaller of the two, he crashed his lips into Chihiro's, the small programmer responding with a shiver and hands that reached up desperately to run along his crush's chest. At first, Chihiro had thrown his hands up as some sort of drunken defense, wanting to push the biker away before they made anymore careless mistakes, but once his fingers slid along bare skin, he knew the damage was done. He knew he shouldn't have crawled in bed with him. He KNEW something was going to happen. But he didn't want to say stop now.

Chihiro whimpered through the kisses, letting his hands crawl from the terrain of his partner's chest all the way around his neck. The blonde had never felt attraction so strong, and in hindsight, it was probably seventy five percent the alcohol, but he remembered Hagakure telling him once that when people get drunk, their inner desires come out. It was one of the only more likely things the shaman had ever ranted, but now pressed against the disheveled bed, wrapped within the arms of his fellow classmate, lips pressed so hastily together, he couldn't help but feel there was some sort of truth behind it. Deep down in his stomach, he had always had a silent thing for Mondo, but never, ever dared to bring it up.

For a moment, as he felt Mondo ease into a better position so that their bodies were much closer, Chihiro doubted that this was of any importance to the biker. Yes, Mondo had been incredibly awkward around the ladies, and Junko liked to spread bad word, saying he may just use them and run. So maybe that's what Chihiro was becoming. Just someone to crash his body into for the night. Just another girl to get tangled up in and then brush it off the next morning. Whatever he was, it felt amazing to be wanted so badly by someone when on most occasions, Chihiro was desperately trying to direct attention away from himself. To think someone would be so enamored with him was both embarrassing and alluring, so much so that when they finally broke lips, the blonde just gave a sigh of contentment when the biker trailed kisses along his neck.

And then it hit him like a freight train. The way Mondo's hands were traveling down the side of Chihiro's body, although gentle and swift, were beginning to beg for things that the blonde wasn't quite ready to give up, sober or drunk. On top of that, there was one important detail that the programmer had neglected to mention during the course of the night. "Mondo," he breathed heavily, the once euphoric sensation of the other man's lips on his skin jolting through him like an electric chair. "We have to stop, you don't know," he thought, but the words wouldn't come out, the drunken panic setting in as his breath picked up, his chest heaving. A dangerous hand fled down his body and Chihiro let out a squeal of anxiety causing his partner to glace up in a heated mess. "Stop…"

"What?" Mondo grunted, sounding more upset than aggravated. He could see the tears welling in the little one's eyes as Chihiro attempted to direct his attention elsewhere, the passion of their near love making dissipating from his cheeks until his skin was pasty white with nerves. "Too fast? I'm sorry, too fast, I should have asked ya first, but I just-"

"No," Chihiro murmured, attempting to wiggle his way comfortably from beneath the other man. With how close they had gotten in their drunken mistake, their bodies were now tangled enough that something he didn't want noticed could easily be brushed against, even from beneath his billowy skirt. Yeah, it was a little fast. Not something Chihiro was expecting. But that was nothing from what he was finally ready to admit. "I'm… I am… not…" He swallowed hard, feeling a sob begin to bubble up in his throat. Just kick him out. Act scared, confused, drunk, something. This could easily be solved with a childish cry, a plea for everything to stop, and a quick apology to send Mondo out the door. But he really, really liked Mondo, or so he thought… and lying, at this point, wasn't something he wanted to continue doing. "Not a girl…"

Mondo braced himself with his elbows on either side of Chihiro's head, his deep violet eyes at first going wide with surprise, but then he let out an amused chuckle. "You're shittin' me… that's not funny."

"I'm… a boy… it's the… truth," the programmer heaved out, feeling his heartbeat picking up pace. His breath was growing thin and he felt like he could pass out at any moment. Not a single person within this school knew his secret, aside from the headmaster, who was sworn to secrecy. In fact, not many people at all knew his secret. Until this day, his father and the headmaster knew… he had hoped to admit it in a better light.

The two stared at each other for an intense, silent moment, and Mondo could see the fear scattering all over the smaller boy's face. Instantly, he sprang from the bed, gathering up his shirt from the floor, nearly tripping over himself as he hurried to the door. "Mondo, wait!" Chihiro called out from his position on the bed, tossing the blankets aside and messily attempting to sit up. The room was still dark, only lit by the glow of the bathroom, and for a second, feeling betrayed and disoriented, the biker was finding it hard to make it to the door. "I-I-I'm sorry…"

"You're sorry…?!" Mondo crazily spun around to face the young boy, his fists balled in anger at his sides. He wanted to punch something, knock over a chair, anything, but he stood in anger, his entire body trembling. Chihiro could tell the yelling was about to begin, and not because Mondo was just being shy. He was mad. "You… you lied to me!"

Chihiro shuddered, bringing a hand to his aching forehead. He was warm, almost fever warm, and he could feel the pounding begin in his skull once more. All the dizziness that had calmed before swarmed back like a gathering of wild bees. The buzzing, the pounding, the fear, the anxiety… "I didn't lie…" Technically, no, he didn't lie. He just never said anything. The sobs bubbled over and he dropped his face into his shaking palms. "I just…"

Growling loudly and thrusting his fist in the programmer's direction, Mondo stammered out, "You knew where this was goin' and you didn't say a fuckin' thing!" Chihiro continued to cry, feeling the tears dripping through his fingers. The more he sobbed, the more lightheaded he felt. And for the first time in his life, he felt enraged. This wasn't his fault. He didn't start this. When he started drinking tonight, he had no intention of ending up snuggled in bed with his half naked classmate. "You lied!"

"I didn't ask you to kiss me!" Chihiro immediately retorted as all the color was restored to his face, quickly turning a violent shade of red. The burn in his throat returned, from drinking, from throwing up, and now from screeching as loud as his poor little lungs could. He didn't start this. Mondo did by kissing him in the kitchen. Mondo did by carrying down the stairs. Mondo did by lounging half naked in his bed. But Chihiro never said no… because he liked it. He liked him. "Mondo, please, just…"

"No!" the biker bellowed before finally storming his way out of the room, slamming the door with extremely force.

Shaking his head suddenly, Chihiro jerked up in bed at the recollection of the night, remembering how painful that slam came down on his heart. He had been alone for a while now, the room dark with only the glow of the nightlight in the bathroom to aid him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had finally laid down, but it had been long enough that the drunk had almost wore off. Now it was just a headache and a painful pang of regret surging in his body. The smell of Mondo's skin had worn from the blankets and pillow, and any trace that the man had once shared this bed had dissipated. The mattress had now conformed to Chihiro's small body, and the warmth had fled from the area. It was very cold now.

Chihiro shut his eyes, feeling weary of sleep now because it would only bring the morning. Class wasn't until the day after tomorrow, so at least that gave him a twenty four hour buffer from seeing anyone, but he would have to face everyone eventually. And Mondo. The programmer only hoped that the man would be honorable enough to keep his secret... even if he hated him now.

Author's Note: Whew, finally got that finished. I've been sitting here all day in the recliner, watching my boyfriend play Final Fantasy 14, and I finally got it done. Hope you liked it. I know what happened towards the end was not really in character for the two, but hey… they were drunk and in the moment, so now it just creates drama for later! Hopefully there won't be such a long break until the next chapter. Comments and reviews are, of course, always welcome. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.