Why Come Back?

One Night Stand

A few days passed as they continued to see each other. One night Spider asked Luke if he wanted to stay again. Only this time, they were both curious how it would end. They started by watching television. Then Spider gets the idea to grab some drinks. Next thing the two know, they are drunk and spilling their guts to each other. Confessions of old flings and regretted one-night stands. Their stories were slurred messes. Spider's 'drunken' smile infects the wasted Luke. Luke stumbles around to get another drink when Spider stops him.

"That's enough, Luke," Spider gently grabs his wrists. Luke chuckles and leans on him.

"Noooooo! More! Please Spides~." Luke's breath smells pungently of whiskey.

"You're drunk. Just have a seat," Spider gently pushes the off-balance Luke onto the couch. Luke grabs Spider and pulls him down with him. Spider tenses as he looks down at his friend, his arms at each side of Luke's head, just barely holding himself up. Luke grins and kisses Spider's wrist.

"You're sooo hot like this," Luke leans forward with a smirk, "Wanna warm me up?"

Spider goes bright pink, wishing he was as out of it as Luke was. Spider attempts to get off, only to have Luke pull him back.

"Luke, we shouldn't do this," Spider tries again to get off. Luke releases him.

"Fiiiiiine," He huffs.

"Thank you, Luke," Spider kisses his forehead, knowing Luke won't remember much- if anything.

Luke goes flushes red, and smiles brightly. Spider chuckles and starts walking off to the kitchen. Luke stands, trying to step forward, but trips over a bottle. Spider grabs his wrist and pulls him back to his feet.

Luke looks at him, his heart pounding. Spider grabs Luke's waist, swaying gently.

They sway to the same tune. Luke leans his head on Spider's chest. Something beyond their broken lives pulls them together. Almost like it has been doing so for millions of years.

The dance stays the same. The rage and broken hearts blend together. Days in the garden felt longer, but the nights here were fleeting wishes. Hearts pound in unison, desperate to keep the night's drunken joy.

Eventually, the night must end.

Luke sits in Spider's lap. Bottles cover the table, and the two are asleep half-naked on the couch. Luke's warm breath lays heavy on Spider's neck. The warmth of it wakes him slowly.

Spider yawns as his eyes flutter open, the feeling of Luke's body on top of him. Luke is still sleeping, his arms wrapped around Spider's neck, his torso pulsing lightly from his heartbeat, his legs half around Spider and half under the cushions of the couch.

Spider smiles at the figure and grabs his legs, gently picking him up. Luke is weirdly light, his skin soft and his hair in a tangled mess. Spider feels his heart pounding.

"Cute..." He whispers as an old thought shoots up, and he freezes in place. It's fuzzy, but he sees two figures. They are dancing, leaving his heart to sink. He growls as a jealous rage fills in that sinking feeling. He watches as his joy is stolen from him. Returned to him morphed, and broken.

Suddenly something snaps him back. It's a whimpering, Luke's whimpering.