Suggested to me by a friend...
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Armen's point of view-

It had been a few months since Luke had taken me in at the empire. I lived with him in the palace, right next door to his room simply because he did not trust me with owning my own home since I was an amnesiac and so young. I don't even remember how old I really am but I assume late teen to early adulthood. All I knew was that the ballroom was booming with noise from laughing and chatting soldiers who had returned from war, loud music from the emperor's musicians echoing from the marble walls. It was all fun and joy, but I felt tense, anxious really. I never liked loud environments. Not to mention the overwhelming aroma of putrid booze.
I indulged in the food for the most part, fruits, vegetables, grain however I mainly partook of the sweets, pastries with strawberry jam and small cakes. God, it was like heaven for my taste buds!

  "Armen!"

My ears perked to the call of my name, lifting my head, cheeks crammed with pastry delicacies. It left my mouth dry, nearly choking as I swallowed it down with little consciousness thought, too focused on the voice of the speaker. Crumbs lodged in my throat, then suddenly I was unable to breathe. My hand grabbed my throat as the other pounded against my chest in attempt to clear my airways, my face getting hot and vision going back around its edges.
I was only able to breath again when a forced smack against my back cleared the blockage. I coughed and gasped until I was no longer light headed and breathing properly. I wiped my eyes as the voice previously calling for me was now asking if I was okay. The smell of alcohol somehow managed to strengthen.

  "I'm fine, Luke. I'm fine."

I looked up, turning my head slightly to look at my friend standing beside me. I could not see his distinct features because of the tears welled in my eyes but there was no mistaking that lilac hair. I wiped my eyes clear of the water, blinking until my vision adjusted upon him. His skin was so pale but he was so stylish in his suit. However I noticed that his face was a deeper shade of pink than it usually was, my smile lowering slightly as I took in his grin. It was not his normal grin. This one was more...sly. That's when I noticed the glass of purplish red liquid in his hand.
My eyes met his own, a glossy overlay above their mismatched colors. The aroma of his breath was rather fruity, like fine grapes. I had to lower my head and turn my attention away from him as drunken soldiers cried out their rejoice of victory, slurring words and laughing until they began to hiccup. I rubbed my arm, feeling anxious around the large group. I never liked being around crowds of people.

  "You okay, Amen?"

I looked back to Luke, taking in the slur of his voice which left me unsettled, however this was not the first time I had seen him near drunk. We've been to a few other banquets in my time in the empire, and I never got used to the crowds or the noise. The food and making sure Luke stayed out of trouble were my only reasons for ever wanting to come to these things.

  "It's just..." I covered my ears, the whispers returning, getting lost in the sounds outside of my head. "Anxious" I finished.

I looked back up when he grabbed my arm, then began pulling me in the direction he had come from. I had no clue where he was taking me, but it was crowded with people. Why did he think this would help me?!
Luke spun around with that awkward smile on his face that left me unsettled.

  "I have something to help you calm down. Wait here for a moment." He turned around and pushed through the crowd to a table with multiple bowls full of liquid. I knew what it was.

  "Luke, I really don't-" I tried to speak up when he returned with a glass of red wine but his laughter cut me off.

  "Nonsense! Just drink! Helps me relax." I looked to the glass, contemplative. "Give it a try just this once at least."

I sighed. I guess it would not hurt as long as I don't drink too much... I lifted the brim of the glass up to my lip, taking in a whiff of the liquor, or was liquor and wine two different things? I don't pay attention to that crap usually, but I was worried about what I was getting myself into. How strong would this be? With some motivation from Luke, I took a sip.
It was somewhat warm from sitting out for the guests over a period of time. The taste immediately exploded against my tongue, a strong tangy taste that left my mouth dry. My face scrunched, not used to to this flavor. I clicked my tongue as I pulled the glass away, shaking my head. Honestly, it wasn't too bad once I got used to it.

  "Tastes good, huh?" Luke pat his hand against my back.

My shoulders shrugged. I knew that I should not have much but it was the only drink apparently available and quite frankly, my mouth was dry. I craved the hydration.

I took another sip, smiling to my partner. "It's not bad. A bit tangy and dries my mouth out, however." His smile brightened. It almost seemed normal from his drunken grin.

Eventually we traveled a bit away from the crowd, wandering into one of the corridors, glasses of wine in hand. I was only on my second glass and already I was feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system. My vision was growing blurry but I felt happy, like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I was laughing, no matter how stupid Luke's jokes were. He wasn't being affected to the degree that I was, having been a drinker for awhile now. While his speech was slightly impaired, it remained coherent and his movements seemed more stable than my own around the second glass, even when he was around his fourth or so.
After the third glass, things began to become a slight haze, however I recalled the more fundamental details and the ones that...well... Luke was beginning to fall victim to his impairment, speaking utter nonsense with rapid mood swings. His movements grew sluggish and I often found him gripping and leaning on me for support, then things began to get awkward but at the time I could not care less. I don't care about the awkwardness even now, only did it when I first snapped back to my senses.
I remember that we had sat down somewhere secluded from the others at the banquet, glasses of wine still in our hands. Well, they were empty now, a slight red coloration on the bottom of the glasses that I stretched my tongue to try and get. Luke laughed into the back of his hand, retracting it until it was at level with his cheek.

  "You're cute, you know that?"

I did not take it seriously. I was too drunk to really put any thoughts behind his words. I simply laughed along, joking that I was much cuter than him. He giggled once more, seeming to be getting closer to me on the bench we sat at on. We were out on a balcony, most of the others enjoying the celebration inside, other than one couple gazing off at the cities near us but they did not seem to pay attention to
Luke and I.
His gaze locked with my own, a look in his eyes that I was unfamiliar with. How could such a gaze be so enticing yet unsettling? A chill rattled down my spine when his hand found it's way over mine. What was this feeling I was having, only strengthened by the touch on my hand and chin as he lifted it so our eyes could not break apart.

  "How about we go somewhere more...private? I want to show you something." Once again, being impaired, I found no suspicion. Even if I were sober, would I have objected what came after?

Once again the events prior was a big blur, at least until we arrived at the door to his bedroom. Despite being in a palace, the door itself was not too grand aside from the top arching rather than being a plain rectangle, and the frame around the doorknob was a diamond shape with interesting designs sprouting from it. Luke stumbled on his feet, using the wall for support as he struggled to open the door, even though it was not even locked. After a minute, a little less, the door was finally open.
The walls had a dark velvet color, purple curtains blocking out the moonlight. They covered up a door to the balcony. His bed was a queen size with beautiful canopy curtains that marched those of the curtains over the windows and balcony door. It smelled just like Luke...minus the alcohol.
We both stumbled into the room, however I did not sit, unlike Luke who sat at the edge of his bed, the curtain open to greet him for the night. He looked to me with glossy eyes, face slightly distorted from my own drunken eyes.

  "Armen," his voice was breathy, almost like a gasp, yet it also sounded like a purr."Thank you for being with me all this time. I love you."

Once again, my drunk self didn't take it seriously. I laughed, followed by a hiccup and slurred "love you too." Rather I meant my true feelings or as family, I do not know.

He did seem to brighten up after I spoke that phrase. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach from his giggle, eyes sparkling once they opened up. I found myself giggling. I don't know why. I guess I just loved his dimples as he smiled. I loved seeing him smile without that mask.

  "Come here." He insisted, though not demanding.

I walked forward towards him, stumbling as I became dizzy and the world spun. I was close to making it until I suddenly tripped over my own feet. A yelp echoed in the room as I fell, grunting when I was unexpectedly caught. Alcohol scented breath brushed against my face in a rhyme, warm arms wrapped around my arms which stopped my fall. I could feel pressure from his fingers but I did not feel the pain, despite finding bruises later on.

  "S-Sorry..." I apologized, to which he giggled in response. He moved the hair away from my eyes as they locked with his. He was so close...so warm.

When his eyes closed and he began to lean forward, I felt compelled to do the same. From the moment our lips touched, my body felt different. It felt lighter with this spark ignited on the wick that yearned to be lit for so long. The anxiety fled my being, replaced with nothing but bliss.
What started out slow became more frantic, eager. My breathing grew shallow when his hands gripped my hips, pulling away to stare at me with dilated eyes. I whimper, not enjoying having him apart from me.
I was never a clingy person...or maybe I have been, I have amnesia, I don't know. Anyway, I felt a sudden need to keep him against me, to keep the warmth and softness of his touch. Luke laughed before I pulled him back in for another kiss, this time he wasted no time in getting his tongue into my mouth, flicking it against my lips for me to give him entry which I gave no conscious thought of allowing. I flinched as it touched my uvula, his saliva mixing with my own. His hand moved to the back of my head, pushing my lips roughly against his.
I grabbed onto his chest, kissing him back with a burning desire. Our tongues played before he pulled away, suddenly swinging me into the mattress. I shuffled so my body was aligned with the center of the bed, allowing Luke to get on top of me. I had no idea what was going on, but something did not feel right...down below.

  "Aren't you excited?" He purred, rubbing his palm against a lump between my legs. My leg began to fidget, a soft moan leaving my mouth. What did that feel so good? I didn't want him to stop.

  "Luke, pl-please..."

He smirked, tongue pushed against his teeth. "Finish your sentence. Please what?" The rubbing got harder and fast, causing me to pant past moans.

  "I n-need more. Please k-keep going!" Being stoned made me crave it more.

He did the exact opposite. He stopped. I whined and complained until he got over me, his head directly above mine. He grabbed my chin, moving my head slightly so he could bury his head into the crook of my neck. At first it made me uncomfortable, nibbling and licking up my skin. I made noises of discomfort until he kissed roughly on a certain area. I moaned, a feeling of pleasure striking me, running up and down my neck.
I was grinding my hips against him, both of us being plastered making a little difficult to be...aroused. Eventually, I felt a lump rub against me and my pants getting tight. Luke kissed my neck, nibbling here and there, not exactly being gentle.
His hand moved down to the hem of my boxers, not having noticed that my pants were already off. I was too distracted by the burning lust to realize. He pulled them off, nearly ripping them with the sound of stretching fabric. It was a relieving feeling to have fresh air against my member, however, it still ached with a need to be touched.
I've never felt this dirty... I did not care though.
I stared at his chest as he removed his shirt, not surprised by the multitude of scars that his skin possessed. I looked up at him, ignoring the drool creeping past my lips. Luke leaned back down to place his lips over mine, his alcohol scented breath putrid but I couldn't bring myself to push him back.
Luke grabbed the bottom if my shirt, lifting it over my head and breaking our kiss. He didn't lean back in, instead admiring my bare chest. His hands caressed all over my torso as we kissed passionately once more. He pulled us apart and slid out of the bed. I grabbed his arm and begged him not to leave. He chuckled and pushed my arm away.

  "I just need to grab something from the bathroom to make this more exciting. I'll be quick."

   "Hurry." I whimpered, receiving a smirk before he went into the bathroom. My hard shaft was becoming painful. I was tempted to fix the issue myself.

Fortunately Luke came out of the restroom with a white bottle before I could get my hand around it. He was completely nude, my cheeks burning and mouth salivating at the sight. If I thought the hard on my member was painful before, now it was unbearable.
He came over and placed the bottle on his nightstand, myself now sure if it was lube or lotion. He place some on both his hands before getting back on top of me, my teeth biting my lip.

  "Relax." He insisted. I tried my best, even when he teased my entrance with his fingers.

I bit my lip harder as he inserted his fingers into me, pushing past tight muscles. I cried out before he forced a hand over mouth, quickly taking it off as my breathing steadied. I muttered that it hurt but he insisted that it was okay.
My head pushed back against the pillow as he stretched me out. I moaned as he curled his fingers into certain areas, pain meet with pleasure. As he did this, he took my shaft and rubbed it between his fingers, leaning down to lick my tip like some treat.
My breath hitched as he attacked me with pleasure, a sudden feeling of emptiness taking over as he removed his fingers. However, he did lick my inner thighs before taking me in completely. I squirmed a little, his body between my legs keeping me from moving too much. He ran his tongue along me with an occasional suck, but he pulled away before I could release.
I felt the tip of his member place itself at my entrance, a painful pressure as pushed himself in at an agonizingly slow pace. It was less painful because I was prepared beforehand, however it did not mean that it was not painful at all. I still had to stretch around him once he was completely in, allowing me to do so for a few minutes. He went deeper than I imagined, definitely uncomfortable until I got used to it.

  "O-okay."

He nodded before he began to move in and out. I wrapped my legs around him and tossed my arms around his shoulders, my heels digging into his back to encourage him to go as deep as possible. I moaned each time he rammed himself into me, grinding against my insides to bring pleasure with each movement.
I screamed in pleasure, my back arching slightly as he hit my prostate dead on. I begged for him to to do it again, a world of pleasure running through my body as he rammed into me over and over, hitting it several times. God, it was nothing but ecstasy that made it feel like I was in heaven.
His fingers dug into my hips until he realized that his grip was painful on me. He moved his hands up and down my body, mainly rubbing and holding my legs. He began to sloppy with each thrust. The bubble inside of me got closer and closer until...

  "Ahhh!" My back arched as I reached my climax, the bubble inside of my disappearing with liquid splatter on my inner waist.

Luke came inside of me simultaneously, his face falling into my neck as he gasped and panted, both of us waiting to come down from our high like a drug. I kissed his neck a few times before he eventually removed himself from me. It made me feel empty yet I was still left satisfied.
We both collapsed onto the bed, myself feeling panicked for a moment. While I was slowly sobering up, I was still hammered.

  "Am I going to get pregnant?"

He laughed weakly. "Dude...you're a dude."

  "Oh yeah."

I turned my head as Luke got up, stumbling to the restroom to clean himself up, then coming back out to get dressed. He picked up my clothes and put them next to me.

"I'm going back out to the banquet." He spoke, still at a loss of breath and slurred voice. "Come join me once you're ready. Maybe later we can have round two." He winked before turning around, making sure no one was around to see me as he cracked the door open, leaving when the coast was clear.

I laid in bed for a few minutes, processing everything that had just happened. The more sober I got, the more I realized that Luke was serious when he called me cute and said that he loved me... My eyes grew. And we just... It did not bother me as much as it probably should have. I loved Luke. I was just worried that he did all of that with me simply out of the fact that he was drunk. Was all of that talk of love real, or just impairment messing up his senses? I felt guilty.
Eventually I got up and cleaned up in the shower. I got dressed up and went back out, getting the occasional odd look because my hair was semi-wet. After a minute or two of wandering, I spotted that head of lilac hair, another glass of wine in his hand as he spoke to his friends. I walked up to him, putting my hand over his glass before he could take another sip.

  "Luke. May I speak with you privately?"

He gave me a concerned look but agreed, handing his glass over to his friend because I did not want him to drink anymore. We went back up to my room, my eyes staring at his door next to mine, remember our little...adventure. We went into my room, stepping out onto the balcony for fresh air. I took in a heavy breath before turning around to face him, his cheeks red, hands in his pockets and head slightly turned with a tilt. God, why did he have to make himself look cuter at a time like this?!

  "L-Luke..." I stuttered, nervous. "What we did earlier, I...Do you really love me, or did you just do that because you were drunk?" I snarled at the last part despite not meaning to.

He scratched the back of his head and sighed. "I made a move because I was drunk...I'm sorry if I did something wrong."

My eyes tested up. So he...didn't feel the same? "So...you don't see anything in me? You don't...you don't love me?"

His head lifted and faced me, eyes growing larger as he starred. "Of course I do! Stupid alcohol just finally gave me the guts to tell you!" I gasped, my sorrows and doubts being blown away.

He sighed again, relaxing his shoulders. "I've loved you since the day we met. You became my everything, the happiness and joy that I never felt before you came around. How could I not love you?"

I was crying but not because I was sad, but because I was joyful and relieved. I found myself running into him, tossing my arms around him to pull him into a hug. He grunted, his body stiff from surprise. It took a moment until his arms wrapped around me, his face digging into the crook of my neck.

  "I love you." I whispered, feeling his fingers play with my hair.

We pulled back, getting lost in each other's eyes before we pulled one another back into a passionate kiss, expressing our love beneath the stars.