Do It Now, Remember It Later

Beginning

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Sting POV

We are at the guild's Grand Magic Games party and as you guessed

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Everyone is wasted.

I didn't drink a lot. Because I usually don't. Yes I don't. But my best friend, Rogue, is way to drunk right now.

Oh god. He is coming my way. Or you know, swaying, twirling, stumbling, staggering? Your pick. A, B, C, or D?

"Hey Rogue."

"He*HIC* o"

"Hehe," In laughed nervously, "your drunk. I'm gonna have take you home."

"No*HIC*oo...The party just f*HIC*ing started."

"So your drunk. We are leaving."

"Party*HIC*ruinerer."

He can't even speak English.

"We are leaving."

"But WHYY*HIC*YYY!?"

"You're drunk."

"No I'm *HIC* not." He said folding his arms, and pouting.

"Sure your not." I mumbled, "How many fingers am I holding up?" I said holding up three fingers.

"Seventy-twelve." He said, poking my fingers.

"That's not even a number." I replied, dead-serious, pulling my hand away. "Now come on." I grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the house.

"Bu *HIC* lly" he mumbled.

I shoved him in my car and he passed out.

I got to our house and opened the door. . . No one was there.

I walked to his room and put him on the bed.

I layer him down and he grabbed my shoulders and. . .

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Kissed me.

Then he. . .

((Rated R scene happens now.))

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Time Skip

Rogue POV

I woke up in my bed and. . . Damn my ass hurt.

I turned to my side and saw Sting. Asleep. Naked.

I looked down and saw myself. Awake. Naked.

My eyes widened. No. . . No, no, no, no. NO!! We didn't. We couldn't. We're both guys. Then it hit me,

We are both dragon slayers.

We could have done it because we were both dragon slayers.

I shot out of bed, wincing. I rush to the bathroom and washed my face.

Wait, I thought, if we are both dragon slayers then that means I could be. . . PREGNANT!!

I looked down at my stomach, No. I was so stupid. I'm a guy. Guys can't get pregnant. I laughed softly and went to make some breakfast. With my robe on, of course.

I was making eggs when I heard footsteps, "Good morning, sunshine." I saw sarcastically to the walking zombie.

"Eh." He waved sitting in a chair, out of curiosity I asked, "How did you sleep?"

His eyes went wide and then back to normal, "okay." He shrugged. I got him his coffee and a plate of eggs.

"Your breakfast is served." I joked.

"Heh. Thanks." He yawned, raising his arms, slightly flexing, showing his, ever so hot, muscles.

He smirked.

Shit, must have noticed me starting.

"Like what you see?"

Me being in my daze just nodded slowly.

He chuckled and ate his breakfast. I sat down and picked up my fork and was about to eat when I got a sickening feeling. I dropped my fork and rushed off to the bathroom. And threw up whatever I ate last night.

A knock was on the bathroom door and a muffled voice was heard, "You okay?" Sting asked.

I sighed, "Just," I threw up again, "Peachy." I mumbled.

When I was done throwing up I got up and washed my face. I looked in the mirror. . . I look terrible. I looked like a clown that just got hit by a bus on fire.

My skin was pale, my eyes were blood shot, and they had bags under them.

I sighed and got out of the bathroom. Sting was standing by the door with an eyebrow risen.

"Hm?" I questioned.

"We need to talk." He said sternly.

"Yeah?" I asked

"Why were you throwing up?"

I had to think of something fast, I was probably drunk last night, so, "To much to drink." I said quickly.

"Hmh." He seemed satisfied.

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