Here's a spoiler for 'Across The Hall'! The official chapter may vary from this, but I really just wanted to plan this scene out for the proper book. Hope you're looking forwards to it, tell me what you think! Also, yes, a few things won't make complete sense because of where this happens in the book but you'll just have to roll with it and not even ToffePanda can give you spoilers here.

S H E H A S N O M O R E P O W E R-

Also, if you don't know what 'Across The Hall' is, it's a big book I'm working on behind the scenes. It's gonna be made especially for binge-reading your daily dose of fluff, angst and chaotic gays. Every chapter is longer than 2000 words at least, and it's one of the stories I actually really, honestly like. I can't wait to finish it for y'all! ^^

TW: Alcohol, drunk people, drunk flirting, some drunk shit, nothing too major and some fluff-that-is-basically-really-drunk. Also, featuring google translate for some Spanish stuff.

Roman yawned, fussing with his keys as he quickly trotted up the stairs. He had had a late night, annoyingly, because he had run into him again. The bastard had tried to keep him talking and then tried to follow him home and, honestly, it was definitely too dark for that shit. Wandering up the stairs, Roman stole a glance at his phone. 

00:06

Had it really gotten that late? Actually, Roman could believe it. The world had been dark and still, the only noise being a hoot of an owl or some alley cat as he made a long and anxiety-filled walk home. The only light came from the warm glow of streetlights and traffic islands that shone green despite the streets void of cars and life. That was probably one of the reasons why Roman had been so scared walking home alone. Because he knew that a manipulative bitch was trying to follow him. Thank god the apartments had a lot of security footage.

Roman reached his floor and instantly freaked out.

There was a lump on the ground, awkward and human. It was moving slightly and the less rational part of Roman's' brain told him that it was him and he had found where he lived. Then Roman saw a familiar tuft of purple hair catch the moonlight.

"Virgil?" He whispered. He received no response so the actor approached carefully.

It was definitely the emo and Roman knelt down beside him. "Uh, Virgil, you good?"

"Mm, princey?" Asked Virgil, voice a little off.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay, you locked out or something?" Roman took Virgil's' hands, helping him stand. He hadn't been expecting this.

He also hadn't been expecting Virgil to smile smugly and fall into Roman, knees giving way as he hung himself from Roman's' neck. "You're pretty, princey..." He slurred and Roman could smell the alcohol.

"Oh, gods, are you drunk?" He whispered incredulously, keeping in mind that no one wanted to be woken up at such an hour.

"Kiss!" He whined and Roman pulled back slightly, ignoring the blush on his cheeks.

The actor huffed, trying and failing to get Virgil off him. "Virgil, you are so drunk right now. Where are your keys, I'll get you to your room."

The emo giggled. "They're in the back pocket of my jeans.~"

Well, shit.

Roman sighed, managing to detach Virgil from his neck, ignoring the others' hazy complaints. He was not prepared for this. "Can I get your keys without you pulling a drunk move on me?"

"Pretty princey..."

"I'll take that as a no... Oh, crap, give me a second, I'll let you sleep on the couch in my place." Roman said, more reassuring himself than Virgil, who seemed too intoxicated to care. The actor turned his back to the emo, who quickly slumped into his back with a slurred snicker and wrapped his arms around Roman's' waist. "Oh, god, Virgil, please, my keys are in my back pocket too!" Roman complained quietly.

Virgil propped his head on Romans' shoulder, trying and failing a seductive grin but it still made Roman blush as he suggested, "I can get them for you!~"

Roman pulled back as far as he could. "N-No, you're not! I'll get them myself!" Virgil whined in annoyance, attempting to hide his face in Romans' neck but failing to do so in his drunken haze. Roman twisted awkwardly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys, slipping them silently into the lock. He twisted, tried the handle and opened the door as quietly as he could. Virgil nearly ruined his stealthy operation by hiccuping loudly and Roman quickly clammed a hand over his mouth, shushing him. Virgil shushed back and Roman tried and failed not to think of Big Hero Six, when Baymax was running around on low battery.

"I wanna kiss," Mumbled Virgil bossily, stumbling after Roman.

"Well, we won't. We're not dating, we're not even into each other-"

"Ro, are you single?"

Roman blinked slowly but he told his heart to stop hoping. "Virgil, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying. Look, I'll get you a glass of water, maybe some bread, I heard that helps. Just sit on the couch for me."

Virgil groaned reluctantly and looked Roman dead in the eye. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not."

Almost instantly, Virgil was sitting on the leather couch, framed in silver moonlight from the huge kitchen window as he watched Roman fuss around behind the counter. Every time there was an irregular pattern in the soft snores of Logan and Patton, Roman would freeze in whatever he was doing and Virgil was not helping with his random compliments and giggles, no matter how cute they were. Eventually, Roman sat next to Virgil, holding out a glass of water and a slice of bread. "Eat them both." He ordered.

With a small, petulant mumble but no real compliments, Virgil picked up the glass of water and chugged it until there was none left and Roman stared at the emo in awe. "Not Vodka..." Grumbled Virgil, slamming it down loudly on the coffee table.

"Don't be loud!" Roman hissed quickly, grabbing Virgil's' hands. "J-Just eat the bread, don't be loud!" He really didn't need Logan lecturing him, not when he himself was already tired and drained.

Virgil obeyed sulkily, pouting cutely at Roman the whole way through. The actor waited until Virgil had left nothing but the crusts and he took them gently from Virgil, placing them on the coffee table. He hadn't been expecting, as he turned back, for Virgil to grab him by the biceps.

"'Nd you promised me a kiss..." He insisted.

What a perfect moment for Roman to forget his English. "Virgil, me temo que me estás haciendo realmente querer besarte..."

Virgil just grunted, sliding his hands up to Romans' face, pulling the older in closer, and Roman instinctively moved a hand to Virgil's' waist. "Kiss!" Complained the emo.

"Por favor, estoy completamente sobrio y estás borracho y no quiero que esto se intensifique..." Roman protested, but to no avail as he knew drunk Virgil would not understand a single word he was saying. "Virgil, por favor no me beses, te arrepentirás-"

Virgil planted a kiss firmly on Roman's' lips, pulling the actor close. Roman tried to push Virgil off but, honestly, he melted into the kiss quickly, one hand still holding the emo's' waist, the other moving to cup his cheek. Despite this being something he'd hoped for, for a while now, he couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. It was the first kiss he and Virgil shared and he'd be too drunk to remember. The kiss was amazing, though. It was passionate and deep, and Roman found himself only digging in deeper, pushing his body closer into Virgil's' by laying on top of him, feeling the other's' skinny frame against his, tasting the alcohol on his tongue-

Roman broke away.

The emo blinked at him, looking confused and adorably dishevelled.

"No podemos, Virgil... We can't..." Roman whispered.

Virgil frowned. "Sure we can. We just did. More kisses!"

"No, no more kisses. You're gonna stay here, on the couch. I'm gonna sleep in my room. Tomorrow, we'll get you back to my brother."

The emo pouted and tried to push himself into Roman again but Roman sat up, feeling guilt-ridden. Wasn't what he'd just done really bad? He, a sober man in complete control of his actions and thoughts, allowed a drunk younger to make out with him, while encouraging the behaviour. Could you say there was a lack of consent? Had he taken advantage of Virgil's' intoxication? He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to. He had wanted to for a long time.

Roman sighed, kneeling over Virgil's' waist, shamefully avoiding the other. He was a bad person.

The actor moved off Virgil awkwardly, leaving the couch despite Virgil's' slurred pleas for him to stay. Roman darted away, going to his room sullenly. His jeans were comfortable enough to sleep in, but he took off his belt, jacket and shirt before sitting heavily on his bed with a sigh. Technically, Virgil had initiated the kiss, so he had consent, but Virgil was drunk, obviously unaware of his actions and Roman had taken advantage of that, his morals only just winning over his desire

Roman sighed again and then saw his door open and a stumbling silhouette wandered in. "Virgil," he began but found himself stopped when the drunk emo teetered in front of him and placed a finger on his lips.

"Ssshhh..." Virgil hushed, giggling, and Roman suddenly got 'Dead Girl Walking' vibes as Virgil plonked himself on the actor's' lap. "You seem sad, pretty princey."

"I..." His English fled from him when Virgil held his waist softly, rubbing his thumbs along Romans' bare skin. The older found himself mumbling passionate phrases in Spanish as Virgil left shy kisses along his neck, nibbling at certain spots, trying to elicit a reaction and provoking plenty.

That soft pattern continued for at least half an hour, not escalating or slowing down. The rhythm lulled them both but Virgil was the one who fell asleep first. All Roman did was cradle the other as he lay down, drifting to sleep too...