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''Finally' sighed Alhaitham, when they managed to reach his house. Kaveh was literally dragging himself around due to his drunken state, and his own state didn't help either.
They were both completely drunk, but Alhaitham at least managed to hold on until they got both of them home. And to make matters worse, the bastard wouldn't stop laughing ''Come on, Kaveh, get inside''
''Haitham... *hips* Ha...Haitham... hihi'' laughed the poor drunkard, Alhaitham rolling his eyes
He tried to lead him to his room, Kaveh's movements making it difficult for him ''Kaveh...''
''Haitham... why... why are you so handsome? It's so... irritating!!'' snorted Kaveh, wrapping his arms around the scribe's neck
''Irritating that you find me attractive?'' Alhaitham quirked his eyebrow
''YES! IT'S VERY IRRITATING. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS IRRITATING! Your face, the colour of your eyes, that stupid smile you only do when you're with me... you love to laugh at me, don't you?''' cried Kaveh, dramatically.
''Of course I do, Kaveh...'' mused Alhaitham, managing to open the door to the blond's room, even though he was hanging on his neck like a koala bear.
''You keep laughing at me''
''I'm not laughing at you. But I find it funny, and pathetic if you'll let me add it-''
''NO. I WON'T LET YOU. YOU ARE VERY CRUEL!!!'''
Alhaitham sighed, being so done with his roommate ''The fact that you really think if I'm always smiling when I'm with you it's to make fun of you''
Finally the scribe shut the architect up, the architect looking as serious as his state would allow ''Wha... what do you mean?'''
''You know perfectly well what I mean. And now, to bed, to sleep it off''
Alhaitham roughly laid Kaveh on the bed, but Kaveh immediately got up, grabbing his wrist ''What do you mean, Alhaitham?''
''Kaveh, do we have to talk about this now? You are drunk. I am drunk. We're sooooo drunk''
''Tell me why you smile, why you always change your tone of voice with me, why everyone thinks you have no feelings when I know how effusive you can be, if it's not because I'm not a nuisance to you. Tell me!''
''Annoyance? Do you really think I'd consider you that when I'm letting you live with me? Decorate the house to your liking? Kaveh, you're too smart not to open your eyes''
''Just tell me! Is that so hard for you?''
Alhaitham finally moved closer to him, grabbing his chin, releasing him immediately when he felt that his drunken state was going to make him kiss those longed lips ''Now... now is not the time to talk about it''
But Kaveh resisted, grabbing his shirt, their noses brushing ''I do want to talk about it now, Haitham...'''
Alhaitham clenched his jaw, seeing how flushed Kaveh was. But it was probably the alcohol. The poor bastard was VERY drunk. ''You're drunk, Kaveh. I'm not going to take advantage of you''
''You are too'' smiled Kaveh, bringing his nose to the scribe's neck ''We... had a great time in the tavern''
Alhaitham hissed, but did not push Kaveh away, the blond taking advantage of that weakness to seal his lips with the scribe's, a kiss that Alhaitham, as much as he wanted to, could not break away from.
He felt Kaveh's smile form as he kissed him back, as he wrapped his slender body in his hands.
He could already feel his erection when Kaveh stopped him, but now that he felt his breath against his skin, he could hear his moans, his slim chest grinding against his beefy one...
Kaveh was aware of it, rubbing his parts against the scribe's ''Kaveh... no... we shouldn't...''
''Why?''' laughed Kaveh, biting the scribe's lower lip, trying to pull his shirt off.
''W... we have no protection-''
''I'm clean and I seriously doubt you have any dangerous''
''That's not the only thing that worries me...''
Alhaitham groaned as Kaveh reached under his trousers, stroking his member while his lower lips kept rubbing against the scribe's full thigh.
''Haitham... please...'' Kaveh purred, kissing his jaw. ''I love you... I need you... I n...need ... please don't leave me like this, please'' Kaveh purred, kissing his jaw.
As he continued to masturbate his roommate, Kaveh pulled down his trousers, leaving his pussy exposed, his free hand masturbating himself as he continued to rub his insides against the scribe's covered cock
''Fuck... Kaveh... ugghh'' Alhaitham grunted, finally giving in, grabbing Kaveh by the waist and slamming him onto the bed, Kaveh's satisfied laughter filling the room.
He helped Kaveh out of his pants as he pulled down his own, his hand slipping into the blond's open shirt, clawing at his chest as he heard the moan born from Kaveh's throat.
Reaching clumsily into Kaveh's bedside table, he found the oil, pouring some of it on the blond's privates, Kaveh laughing at wasting so much oil, spreading the laughter to the scribe.
But Kaveh closed his legs when Alhaitham dug his fingers into his ass ''Noooo''
''Kaveh, I'm not going-'' the blond cut him off, opening up again and grabbing Alhaitham's hand to direct it to his pussy ''Kaveh...'' Alhaitham hissed, but didn't move his hand away from there
Kaveh's response was to sit on his lap and silence that hiss with a kiss. He did not pull away from Alhaitham until he felt his hands inside him, the first tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks.
The room was filled with moans and encouragement from both of them, but mostly from the blond, the soft, pleasurable moans transforming into cries of pure pleasure when Alhaitham was finally inside Kaveh.
Kaveh laughed, moaned and cried into Alhaitham's neck, clawing at the scribe's chunky back as he filled his neck with licks and bites, while Alhaitham did the same to Kaveh's buttocks.
Desperate to feel the friction of his chest against Kaveh's, he hurriedly pulled off his tight shirt and opened Kaveh's white one, probably breaking a button along the way.
The two men kissed again as they held each other close, Alhaitham feeling himself cumming already as Kaveh's pussy grew wet and he watched as the blond rolled his eyes.
They stayed in that position for a couple more minutes as they caught their breath. Kaveh seemed completely out of it, trying to catch his breath, Alhaitham fretting as his body gave out, helping him to lie down on his bed.
He had been knocked unconscious. Unconscious... but with a smile on his face.
Alhaitham took a golden strand, still looking at the sleeping face, and threw the soiled sheets on the floor, trying to grab a clean blanket from the wardrobe.
He could barely make it to the bed to cover Kaveh, for the dizziness he felt from his drunken state and the overexertion he had exerted himself had weakened him completely, so he lay down beside the blond, sinking immediately into a peaceful sleep, Kaveh's quiet breathing accompanying the evening.
But... the next morning...
When Alhaitham woke up, he remembered everything... and despised himself.
He couldn't even look at Kaveh.
His first time... his first time with Kaveh and he barely remembered it. He could barely remember if they had enjoyed themselves. If he'd treated him well. If... if they'd told each other they loved each other.
The only thing he remembered was that Kaveh was very drunk, and like most men who wanted to take advantage of him and that thanks to the archon Alhaitham was being around to protect him, he had now done the same.
He buried his hands in his face, sighing with anguish and strength, tensing as he heard Kaveh move on the bed. Would it be from pain? From remembering what they had done? Would he regret it too?
''What have I done...'' he couldn't help but whisper, jadedly ''What the fuck have I done. How... how could I be so disgusting?''
Without even turning to look at Kaveh, Alhaitham got up and left the room, ready to try to wash off some of the filth he felt in his body with a shower.
He left the room so quickly that he did not see how Kaveh looked at him, his eyes wide with deep sorrow, and then the blond sank into his pillow, tears again streaming down his cheeks, but this time they were not of pleasure.
The solution they both found to forget that sexual encounter, so unwanted according to them, was to pretend that nothing had happened.
The situation was tense, and uncomfortable, and it was obvious that after a few weeks since that encounter, their relationship had changed. It had... cooled down a bit.
Kaveh no longer bothered Alhaitham as he used to, and Alhaitham no longer picked fights with Kaveh as he always did.
Everyone might consider this change in their relationship for the better, but the truth was that they were both having a terrible time, Alhaitham on more than one occasion wanting to end the hostility, but dreading that Kaveh would remember what they had done and be disgusted by it. Or worse... fear.
But for his part, Kaveh could no longer ignore the situation, when after a few days of nausea and dizziness, he dared to take a test he had been ignoring for too long.
And as he had feared, that damned test did, indeed, come back positive.