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August/Lawrence

Drunken Scenario Part 3

The only light in the room came from the single fireplace that blazed warmly and the moonlight that spilled in through the open balcony doors. It had been early evening when the first bottle of wine had been opened. Now four lay empty, one of them half overturned from clumsiness and a fifth bottle containing enough for another glass.

August laughed, lying in only his undergarments after having discarded his skits, corset, dress and heels. He was curled up on the soft rug in front of the fire and his giggling was uncontrollable.

"Shut up." Lawrence sighed, sitting arm's length away and leaning against the coffee table they had previously shoved out of the way. He sipped his wine, completely uncaring for his hysterical friend. His mind spun—as did the floor. That of course, was the main reason why he had not gotten up to retire to his own rooms.

"B..but you're so pretty now." August laughed, the wine spilling from his own glass as he laughed. "You should have been a p...princess." He started pounding his freehand on the carpet, unable to regain his composure.

Lawrence sighed again, cocking his head to the side to stare at August in disgust but all it did was force a strand of blond hair to fall in his face that remind him how August had put the stupid wig on him in the first place. It was an unfair punishment for losing a hand of cards but at least it reminded him why he did not gamble or routinely play such games with the fool. August was nothing if not creatively cruel.

"Who the hell thought making you the Minister of Justice a wise decision? Shut up." he repeated, turning his attention back to the fire, his gaze easily lost in the flickering movement.

"No way." August grinned at him, licking away the wine that spilled onto his hand. "I should tell everyone. The former Princess Lawrence has come once again to grace us with his lovely presence."

"I could beat you with one of these wine bottles, you know?"

August erupted into laughter again. "Yes, yes. You could but you won't. It would shatter your pretty sensibilities to fight someone you know is weaker than you. You're far too honorable for that and you'd never hit a lady."

"You aren't a lady, August."

"No." August chuckled. "But I'm as pretty as one. I've made you fall in love with me more than once, haven't I?"

"When I was a boy!" Lawrence scowled, trying to rip the wig off and wincing when he had to pause to pull out all of the hair pins August had used to keep it in place. "Must you be so insufferable?"

"Yet you suffer me." August grinned, setting his glass on the floor and going about removing more of his under things, the alcohol and fire both having him run hotter than usual. "Which of my little performances was your favorite?"

"What?"

"Which lady I pretended to be back then." August elaborated, "I mean there were so many and it wasn't hard to get you to blush at all. I thought for a while I could meddle in your life and help you find a pretty bride but under the current circumstances, I don't imagine you're looking." He paused and started laughing again. "Unless you plan on being Ewan's bride. You'd look lovely in all white."

"Shut up, you ridiculous fool. Don't speak about Ewan in such a way either." Lawrence snapped, throwing what was left of his wine at August and wincing when August's sudden shriek hurt his ears.

"These are lace!" he whined, trying and failing to shake the wine off of him. "They'll stain!"

"Not like anyone sees them." Lawrence said, completely unmoved. He'd dealt with August's moods since childhood and it had been a number of years since he'd let them get to him.

"Fine!" August snapped, getting to his feet wobbly and nearly falling face first into the fire. Only Lawrence's reflexes saved him as he dropped his empty glass and dove for August, twisting at the last second to keep August from hitting his head.

"You drunk!" Lawrence accused, wheezing when August landed on top of him.

"So are you!" August said, wide eyed from the stumble. "…Thank you."

Lawrence grunted and lay on the floor waiting for August to get off of him. When he didn't, he shifted his gaze back to find August smirking. "What?"

"My hero."

Lawrence groaned, the false, soft tone irritating him. August had always been a little too good at that game.

"Get off."

August shook his head. "Uh uh. You never answered my question. Which girl was your favorite?"

"What does it matter?" Lawrence rolled his eyes. "They were all you in the end."

"Yes but one of them must have been best. You were so accepting of all of them that I could never quite figure out your type."

"They were all you, August." he sighed. "This is nonsense."

"Is not." August teased, stretched out on top of him. "You must have a type. Is it Ewan? I dunno if I could come up with a girl that could compare to him."

"Good Lord, don't you dare." Lawrence growled. "You're a big enough pain as it is and you don't need to be causing him trouble with your games."

August laughed, "I wouldn't need to if you'd just answer the question." His tone took on a singsong quality.

"You're ridiculous."

"Well obviously," August snorted. "Pick one, damn it."

"They were all you," Lawrence sighed louder this time. "Why are you so stuck on this?"

"Because all of them being me isn't an answer, it's just a fact." August snapped back. "If you even had an inkling that they were all me you—" he paused, going pink when realization struck. "Oh." He stared down at Lawrence, his blush growing. "Oh."

"You're not so clever, are you?"

"I'm drunk..." August said instead, it was more believable then thinking about Lawrence falling in love with traits of each girl he played that belonged to August himself. He leaned down, pressed his mouth to Lawrence's possessively.

Lawrence shivered beneath him. His own lust crashing with the wine he'd consumed into a dangerous mix that had him moaning loud into the kiss. The drinking had seemed like a good idea at the time but now he couldn't remember why they had started.

"Oh fuck it; this is such a good idea." August muttered, more to himself then to Lawrence. He straddled Lawrence's hips and wiggled his way out of his last undergarment.

"What are you doing?" Lawrence stared up at him, perplexed.

"I should think that was obvious." August beamed, starting on Lawrence's shirt laces. "After all, the seven of us have had some practice lately. You're just not one of the ones Messiah drags off of Ewan. He's so rude." He laughed pleasantly, piece by piece shoving his clothes out of the way.

"I didn't mean..." Lawrence went a dark shade of red. "I meant why?"

"Because I'm unabashedly happy that I made you swoon as a child and I'm looking to repeat matters on a more grown up level."

"You have always been such a brat." Lawrence hissed, trying to push August off of him but he was feeling hot and his limbs were sluggish from too much drinking. He struggled and fought but by the end of it, August skilled hands had released him of his boots and clothes and had them tossed to the side with his own.

"Yes, yes. Apparently you like me bratty. Maybe that's why you like Ewan so much too. You already have a brat so you needed someone kind to counter balance me." August grinned, stroking his hands down Lawrence's chest a few times before grabbing his nipples and teasing them between his fingertips. He grinned down at Lawrence the very second a surprised sound left his lips. He bucked up, trying to get August off of him but it did little more than grind them together.

"Yeah, you can keep doing that." August muttered, bending over to take a nipple between his lips. Lawrence was usually so contained and focused that he was never easily controlled. When a few drinks were involved, that went out the window.

Lawrence reached out to grip August's short locks as he squirmed. His face as gone a bright red and every suck or bite to his nipple had all manner of gasps and moans passing his lips. With little stimulation he was already a panting mess and August planned to do much more.

"Rock harder." August breathed, leering at Lawrence as he tongue peeked out to tease the sore nub. He only had to squeeze his thighs around Lawrence to get him to renew his weak struggling. Lawrence moving back and forth had their hips rubbing together pleasantly and he was too drunk to truly realize he was making the delicious motion rather than August.

"Feels good." August moaned, already leaving wet trails across Lawrence's stomach. He climbed up Lawrence's taller frame and nipped at his collar bone. "What do you say to rolling over?"

"You're still on top of me," Lawrence panted.

August laughed, his face feeling warm. Maybe they really had had too much wine. He climbed off of Lawrence and shoved him over onto his stomach. He made a startled noise and turned enough to scowl. "Aren't you supposed to be on the bottom?"

"Noo." August teased. "I asked you to turn over, not turn over me. I'm still in charge here." He climbed recklessly onto Lawrence's back with a laugh. There was no finesse to his movements, only the will to want to keep Lawrence beneath him for as long as he could. "Still feels good."

Lawrence made an irritated noise. Normally he'd have had no trouble whatsoever keeping August on his back but his movements were slow and he was just downright tired. The wine certainly hadn't helped but August had always exhausted him. When he felt lips on the back of his neck, he shuddered, unable to help it.

"Always been a relaxed drunk," August breathed against his ear. "You don't worry about a thing."

There was practically a warning in that tone but Lawrence's mind was too muddled to pay much attention to it. He gasped, a soft curse leaving him when he felt August's hands on his ass, spreading him open. "August..."

"All that training has left you firm all over." August muttered, ignoring him in favor of nipping at the base of his spine. Every bit of skin that August teased jumped, jolts of pleasure shooting through Lawrence. He normally hid how sensitive he was, but drunk his defenses dropped to zero. He cried out, shocked the moment August traced his fingers down the crack of his ass to prod at his hole and was only grateful that there were no occupied rooms close by.

"Stay like this." August said, patting his rear as he pulled away and stumbled to his feet. He used furniture to hold him up until he got to his bedside table where he pulled out a little bottle. When he glanced back he grinned, finding that Lawrence really hadn't moved. He was still breathing harshly and was no doubt trying to calm his heart rate.

"Lawrence." August called teasingly, nearly falling on his face but it just made him laugh harder. He ended up crawling the last few feet back to Lawrence, bottle in hand and a grin on his face.

"Brat..." Lawrence muttered, watching as August approached. He was used to seeing him dolled up in his feminine finery that he hated to admit suited him. August was beautiful daily, but seeing him with his short hair and smirk crawling towards him was something else altogether captivating. Most didn't consider the young Lord a threat, but Lawrence knew his shrewd business mind had carried over into his personal life too.

"Brat," August mocked, slapping his hand against his ass.

Lawrence moaned low, back arching from the sudden touch. He didn't give moving up onto his knees a second thought. His head was spinning and with August's teasing hands, he never had a chance to compose himself. Feeling slick fingers behind him had him jumping, sounding a loud groan when August pushed in two fingers briefly.

"Tight. I'd have thought you'd have still been loose after what Gideon did to you." August smirked wide, knowing it was the words that earned that last full body shiver. Lawrence was always far too easy to embarrass.

"That was..." Lawrence panted, rocking his hips against August's teasing. "Both completely unfair, and days ago."

August chuckled. "I know when it was. I was there. I'd still think you'd be loose." He pulled his fingers away and picked up the bottle again to give his cock the same treatment. He might have kept things fast but he wasn't crazy enough to do this dry like Titus and Messiah.

"We'll clearly I'm not. What are you doing?" Lawrence hissed when August slammed into him without warning. The motion started off slow but in a matter of thrusts, picked up into a quicker pace. "You..."

"Still so good!" He held onto Lawrence's hips and humped against his ass, desperate to spread the pleasure. Neither one of them expected the drunken night they'd had two years prior to ever be repeated, but now they had the most perfect excuse.

"Stop talking!" Lawrence growled, trying to readjust his knees. The carpet was soft but not that soft.

"Yes sir!" August mocked. Ever teasing Lawrence and his new position. He was barely considered an adult but becoming the new Leader of the White Phoenix Chivalrie Order came to no surprise whatsoever. He was born to be a leader and commanding those whose overall purpose was to protect Ewan only made sense.

August couldn't help his own laughing, thinking of the soldiers shocked expressions if they'd have known what he was doing with their commander. He rocked his hips, clinging to Lawrence tightly with every thrust.

The friction between them only got better when Lawrence started backing up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. In a last stitch effort to gain a little control, Lawrence clamped his muscles down tightly, earning a pleased mewl from over him. August always tried to be in control but he'd never been one to really complain when it was swept out from under him.

Lawrence panted and looked over his shoulder and nearly smiled at the faraway look August had gained. He was hanging on by a thread and this drunken stupor was clinging onto him for dear life. "Well?" he asked, voice rough. "Going to fill me?"

August inhaled so sharply it sounded painful. He clenched his teeth together but it didn't stop a moan from passing right before he rocked as deep as he could and came, his cries coming out an octave higher than usual.

With his own breath hitched, Lawrence came right after, ruining the rug he'd been kneeling over and not caring one bit about it. He collapsed easily, not at all surprised to find August still on top of him, curled up like a fat cat that had just eaten its owners songbird.

"Move." Lawrence muttered, resting his head on his forearm comfortably.

"No way." August answered, stifling a yawn. His eyes were already closed and it was clear he had no intention of moving.

Lawrence sighed. "Brat."

"You love me at my brattiest." August said, mouth curving into a smile. "Does my being a brat turn you on, Lawrence dear?"

Lawrence chose to ignore him. The fire was still warm and the rug might not have been for kneeling but it wasn't so bad for laying. All and all, it wasn't so bad to fall asleep to August's own sleepy laughter.

By the time Ewan had crept in and found a blanket to drape over the pair of them, they were both fast asleep.