Drunken Lies

Lust

I don't even know guys. Why am I posting yet another story? I truly don't know. I found this saved in my drafts and I thought to myself "hey! Why the hell not?" So I finished this chapter up and decided to post it. More chapters to come when I can get to it in between the continuation of the drabbles and new parts for A Train Ride Home of course.

If you haven't already, please check out my other works(more Stingue). Comments and suggestions are always appreciated.

If you made it past the warnings in the description, I shall remind you: this is yaoi(boyxboy) if you do not like that kind of stuff please redirect. Also this is smut/mature content so watch out for that too. As always I'm sorry for OOC-ness and bad writing. I do not own fairy tail. This is purely fan based.

Enjoy!!
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"You've had too much to drink."
"Noooo," Rogue slurred, a bottle of sake in hand. Alcohol dripped onto the floor as he tipped it, unconscious of what he was doing.
"Yes. Come on, we're going home," the white dragon slayer insisted, taking the drink from him and setting it down on a nearby table. Slinging the others arm across his shoulders, Sting dragged the shadow mage out of the guild and away from the party.
"Is Rogue okay? Fro is worried," the little pink cat said, running up beside her guardian.
"He's fine, just a little drunk," the blonde answered.
"Yeah! As long as Sting-kun's got him nothing can go wrong," Lector cheered, smiling up at his role model.
The dragon slayer shook his head with a smile, "Whatever you say." The four of them walked home like that, the silence broken occasionally by a incoherent mumble from Rogue as they stumbled along. The door to their shared house was kicked open as the white mage dragged his drunk companion inside and to his bedroom. Frosch and Lector followed obediently, standing near the entrance as Sting lay the raven haired mage on the bed.
"Don't worry guys, I've got it from here," he said reassuringly. And with that, the exceeds wandered off to their own sleeping quarters, leaving the dragonslayers alone. Turing back to Rogue, he started to move the covers over his limp form.
"Mmmmmm," the drunk said, wrapping his arms affectionately around the blonde.
"Wha-" he asked, but was cut off by the other's lips crashing into his. The shadow dragon slayer tasted like a mixture of sake, fruit punch, and pure lust.
"I want you," the raven haired one said, his crimson eyes boring into the white dragon slayer. It was so unlike him to do this, Rogue had always been reserved, his words and actions never giving way to his true feelings. As he kissed the blonde once more, Sting wondered wether the other had actual feelings for him or if it was just the alcohol. How badly he wanted to stop and ask him but he couldn't, he wouldn't; he had waited far too long for the shadow dragon's affection to turn it down now. Tongues explored each other's mouths, hands roaming new territory as the dragon slayers were overcome with need. What did it matter, he thought, if Rogue only wants sex? He finally had him after all those years patiently waiting for the dark mage to return his feelings. Years of drunk meaningless sex with women he didn't even want. Clothes fell to the floor as the shadow dragon slayer threw him down onto the bed. The blonde shivered as a hand ran down his back, pulling him closer.
"Mmmmmm Sting," he breathed as the white mage kissed up and down his neck, biting him gently. Nails dug into his back as he licked at the nape of Rogue's neck, causing more moans to escape his lips. Slowly, he pressed his member at the shadow dragon slayers entrance, teasing him.
"Please," he whined, grabbing at the blonde's back trying to get him closer.
"Are you sure?" Sting asked sultrily, running a hand through his black hair. Before he could answer, the white mage pushed into him gently, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Do you want me to stop?"
The raven haired slayer shook his head. Cautiously, the white dragon slayer went in a little farther, caressing his cheek as he winced.
"I should stop," he said worriedly.
"No," the dark mage insisted. "I need you." Soon cries of pleasure filled the room as Sting thrusted harder and harder into the other dragon slayer.
"AHHHHHHHH S-STING," he moaned in pure pleasure as he came. The other climaxed soon after, pulling out and laying beside the boy.
"I love you," he murmured against Rouge's forehead, but it was too late. The dragonslayer was sound asleep.