(A/N: As it so happens, we're back to the rather...dirtier side of this relationship. I suppose it's a good thing I rated this M…

Okay, people! This chapter contains smut. Not very well written, and I do leave it open ending, but there's a lot more sexual stuffs in this chapter than in any of the previous.

So there's your warning.

Now let the yaoi goodness begin!)

One thing lead to another, and before I knew it, we were back at my apartment, on the couch where we belonged.

I felt my shirt being lifted from my torso, and let Xavier take it off.

The I paused, taking Xavier's hands in my own.

"We can't do this…"

"I don't care," he answered.

I tried to object again, but Xavier kissed me again before I could.

His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans, but I didn't try to stop him again.

The pants fell away and Xavier pulled back.

My hands hastily reached up to pull his shirt off.

He dove in for another kiss, his hands trying to get to my boxers as mine attacked his belt and pants.

Xavier smirked, lifting his hips to help get the belt off. Then he took me by surprise, taking my hands and tying them together with his belt

"You don't get a choice this time," he breathed, his lips only inches from mine. Our bodies were pressed together, sweat already glistening on his skin. It was on mine, too. I could feel it.

Suddenly, the only thing separating us was the thin cotton blended cloth of his boxers.

Pity sex. The in-the-moment spur of mixed emotions that you follow without thinking of the consequences. That's what this was. I knew it was a bad idea. We shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't have let things get this far.

But I did.

Xavier's hands trailed down, and his boxers slowly disappeared to the floor.

He didn't move from his position on top of me as he slowly brought his fingers down to his entrance.

I watched, practically drooling as he stretched himself.

My eyes traveled up from his handwork, up his body, to look at his face.

He looked so…beautiful. His eyes were scrunched up to just slits, his nose wrinkled, and his mouth hanging slightly ajar with saliva lining his bottom lip.


Xavier smiled slightly, a soft moan of pleasure escaping him before the three fingers slipped out of him. He moved so that he was straddling me, his legs on either side of my hips, and the head of my erection pressed firmly against his hole.

His hands searched between the couch cushions, taking out the lubricant I always kept hidden there. He opened the container, squirting a large amount of it in his palm, then reaching between our legs and fisting my cock to prepare it.

I couldn't help the groan that slipped from my lips as he worked my cock over.

After he was sure I was ready, he wiped the excess lube on the edge of the couch and sank down on me slowly.

It took all of my control to keep from immediately impaling him on my dick, but I held still for him.

He gasped, I moaned, and our glorious mistake began its repeat.