Stingue - One Night Stand

Chapter 1

Sting opened his eyes as the harsh early morning sunlight bled its way through the curtains of his bedroom. Drowsily, he scanned his eyes over his surroundings. It was a Sunday, and Sting Eucliffe had all the time in the world. He smiled at the thought as he decided to roll over and make the most of whatever sleep he could get. As he lay back down to rest, his hand brushed against something soft.
'Fur?' He thought to himself,
but Lector had taken a job with Yukino and wasn't supposed to be back yet. Confused, Sting opened his eyes to see a head of black hair on the pillow next to him. Startled, He practically leapt out of bed and tried to piece together the night before, in a desperate attempt to figure out who's hair he had just stroked.

As far as Sting could remember, he and Rogue had accepted a particularly dangerous job request and had asked Yukino to take the exceeds on a job with her, as Rogue was concerned for Frosh's safety. The job had gone well, and it was evident that the client had been happy, given the large sum of money that lined their pockets on the way back to the guild. But none of this explained how he had ended up back home in bed with what he presumed to be a complete stranger.
It was as Sting continued to wrack his brain for an explanation, that his mysterious companion rolled over.

Suddenly the night before flooded back to him. Sting and Rogue had stopped by a bar after their job, to celebrate their success. A new bar had recently opened near the guild hall, and the pair had decided to try it out, and after drinking copious amounts of alcohol, Sting had made a move and kissed Rogue.

'Oh no.'
Reality began to dawn on him.

'no no no'

'oh shit'
Sting cursed as he ran his hand through his hair. This was really, very bad.
He looked around his bedroom and saw it strewn with clothing. They really did didn't they?

Rogue stirred in his sleep, and Sting couldn't help but notice just how serene he looked, the quilt draped loosely across his slender waist, toned, muscular arms... 'No!' Sting Corrected himself, this was a bad idea.

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Rogue awoke to the sound of the shower running in the next room. He hadn't slept that well in ages, he thought to himself. Lately, whatever sleep he managed to get was plagued with nightmares. The aftermath of the Grand Magic Games had certainly taken a toll on him. Rogue curled up and pulled the duvet up to his chin. He noted just how soft the sheets were as he closed his eyes yet again. Just as he began to drift off back to sleep, the bathroom door flew open to reveal a rather damp dragon slayer, with a towel around his waist. It was at this point that rogue realised that the bed in which he lay, was very much not his own.

Rogue felt his face heat up as his current situation became clear. He held awkward eye contact with his guild mate as he fumbled for words.

'P-pants' he stuttered. 'Where are my...'

'Oh...' Sting started. 'right'

The startled dragon slayer quickly scanned the apartment for any sign of his partner's scattered clothing, eventually gathering the lot into a bundle in his arms.

Sting stood awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as rogue dressed himself and fixed his hair. The young wizard couldn't help blushing a little as his friend fussed over his appearance in an attempt to look presentable.

'Alright then.' Rogue stood up awkwardly, 'I have to... h-home.'

'Oh... of course.' Sting opened the door to his apartment. 'See you... well.' he paused. 'See you.'

'Right.' Unsure of what to do, Rogue awkwardly tried to shake hands with the fellow dragon slayer, who thought it best to simply oblige, lest the situation become any more uncomfortable than it already was.

As the door closed behind him, Rogue let out a deep breath and tried to collect himself.
What the ever-loving fuck had just happened?

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First fanfic chapter I've ever written. What do you think? I'll probably update if anyone actually reads it.