**I'm really sorry (No I'm not). I'm also really tired (Yes I am) . This is sort of a continuation of the previous chapter, so if you're not caught up, go ahead and read that one. I once said I wouldn't do this because 'Roshan is too pure', but that post has long since been deleted.**

**IMPORTANT TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sex. Smut. Don't support this? That's okay. Skip this chapter if that's the case. If you've seen DGW from Heathers this is gonna be a lot like that. Except it's gay. I'll try my best not to make this like a shitty cliché smut oneshot. Enjoy.**

     Roshan left, exiting Team Andromeda's dorm into the night air. The chill stung his eyes, but it was like a comforting summer day compared to the hurt coursing through him that churned his heart like a boat at sea during a storm.

     The Phoenix Riders' dorm was in sight. He was heading there. But then had an idea.

     His tears dried. His heart leapt. He stopped dead in his tracks. Squaring his shoulders, he turned around and headed for the Demon Brigade's dorm.

     What was he thinking? Who knows? Who cares? His heart surged as he entered the dorm, the doors parting for him silently in the night.

The interior was was dark except for the moonlight reflecting the metallic Demon Brigade crest in the center of the room. The air was silent to the point where the squeak of a mouse could be mistaken for a nuclear explosion.

Roshan couldn't be stopped now. He journeyed on, finding Tremaine's room. How, he couldn't say, he had other things, more important matters, on his mind.

A shirtless, sleeping Tremaine was there. His chest slowly rose and fell, and he looked angelic. At least he did to Roshan, who in this case would see him as angelic even if he were a disheveled mess.

Roshan's heart pounded in his ears as he advanced and climbed onto Tremaine's bed. This, this movement, was what drew Tremaine out of sleep.

"R-Roshan?" he mumbled sleepily. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Shhhhh~" he hushed, pressing a finger to Tremaine's lips, which he yearned to kiss. Now Roshan was straddling him, a leg on either side of him.

     His hand roamed Tremaine's bare chest, running along each of his defined muscles.

     "What are you doi-"

     Roshan cut him off with a sizzling kiss. One hand balled up in Tremaine's hair, one hand roaming further and further down Tremaine's body.

      And Tremaine couldn't help but melt into it. He so missed the feeling of Roshan's lips against his own, and in this moment, he definitely wasn't going to deny that he wanted him.

     Roshan parted the kiss to press his lips to Tremaine's neck, cuing a gasp that pleased Roshan enough to continue. He peppered the flawless skin with kisses and marks, traversing down Tremaine's chest and stomach. The small moans that escaped Tremaine were music to Roshan's ears.

Roshan smirked when he saw that Tremaine was only wearing boxers. He slid a hand past the elastic and began fondling Tremaine ever so gently.

"R-Roshan-" Tremaine panted.

"Shh, darling, we musn't wake the others up~" Roshan purred into Tremaine's ear, pressing a kiss to his temple as his hand worked expertly at Tremaine's hardening dick.

He moved his hand away to slide Tremaine's boxers fully down. He couldn't resist licking his lips as the lengthy member was exposed.

Propping himself up over Tremaine with one hand, he used his free hand to gently stroke the length, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Tremaine that did wonderful things to Roshan's own erection. "You're so beautiful~" he whispered, his breath hot on Tremaine's skin.

That had Tremaine flushing a dark red, his hands suddenly finding the hem of Roshan's shirt and pulling it upwards. Roshan's shirt came off, exposing his smooth dark skin. He chuckled. "Finally caught on, have you?"

"I n-need you," Tremaine pleaded.

The words sent chills rolling along Roshan's skin and, god, he needed Tremaine just as much. He wriggled out of his pants and boxers (regretting having gotten completely dressed before leaving Kento) and met Tremaine's lips in another fiery, hot kiss.

Tremaine let out an unabashed moan at this, his hands gripping onto Roshan's back, his nails digging into the skin. Roshan moaned just the same.

They parted, panting. "P-Please, Ro~" Tremaine gasped, looking up at him helplessly. "I wanna fuck you so badly, c-can I please...?"

Roshan giggled. "Please do."

Tremaine held Roshan's hips until he was lined up with his entrance, then let Roshan sink down onto him. He had to clamp a hand around his mouth as Roshan started to bounce.

     As he picked up speed, Tremaine began to buck his hips up into Roshan, his moans becoming harder and harder to hide. "Fuck, Roshan~" he gasped, his mouth agape with pleasure.

     It wasn't any easier for Roshan. He was lost in the feeling of Tremaine moving against him, reaching a high when he felt Tremaine hit a bundle of nerves inside of him. He whimpered feverishly, splattering cum onto Tremaine's chest and stomach.

     Tremaine was quick to follow, finishing inside of him with a lustful moan. Slowly, he recovered from his climax.

     "I love you..."

     "I love you too..."

      Panting, Tremaine met Roshan's eyes. "St-stay..." he pleaded.

     "Always," Roshan whispered, pulling off of him and laying down next to him.

     "Give me another chance," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Roshan. "I miss this - miss us - miss you - "

     "That sounds good to me," Roshan replied, eyes drooping.

     "It is?"

     "Mmhmm," Roshan yawned, cuddling into Tremaine's warmth.

     And they drifted to sleep in each others' arms, together again at long last.