Expect some OOC-ness and grammar/spelling mistakes (I'll correct them some time in the future) aaaaand some boring parts, but there is a surprise at the end. Sorry for not posting it sooner, it's Overwatch's fault :D

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  (Y/N) sighed as she watched the ceiling of her cell. She lost track of the months she had spent here, in her new "home". Although she knew that this is what she deserved. Munakata was kind enough to lock her only, without any consequences. 

 And that boy Saruhiko did not help at all!

 "Miss (Y/N)?" Andy's voice echoed from the other side of the cell. 

 "Hmmm?" 

 "The captain would like to see you." He smiled warmly. 

 Raising an eyebrow, (Y/N) slowly follewed. 

 ....

 The young woman stepped inside the Fourth King's office shyly. 

 Munakata greeted her with a warm smile, motioning her to sit in front of him. 

 "You wanted to see me?" (Y/N) broke the silence first, avoiding his gaze.

 "Yes. I have an offer for you." He started, explaining the details slowly. 

 ....

 "YOU ARE BACK WITH US?!" Andy "squealed", not believing what he had heard. 

 "Well, yes. It was really generous of Munakata to open his hands for me once more." (Y/N) smiled. 

 "You know what this means?"

 "No?"

 "A p-a-r-t-y!" 

....

 "I can't believe I agreed on this." (Y/N) groaned as she entered the biggest conference room, that her colleague had turned into a party zone. 

 Every Scepter 4 member was here, greeting their former blue once more, cheering that they'll be working together again.

 "I'm so happy to have you, guys!" The (h/c) woman screamed, picking up one of the glasses from the table. 

 Although the organization was strickt...

 This night everyone were drunk. 

Except Saruhiko, who looked annoyed. 

 "C'mon, Mr. Fushimi." Andy taunted, bringing Benzai with him. "Why don't you try one glass?" 

 "Because, I'm not going to..." Fushimi trailed off, looking at (Y/N), who smiled at him. "One glass maybe..." 

 ... ("One" glass later)....

 "Remind me to never leave Andy throw a party..." (Y/N) mumbled, walking down the corridors of the dormitory part of the HQ, Fushimi pressed on her back, half unconscious. 

 "Never..." He groaned. 

 The two of them reached Saruhiko's room. (Y/N) used her leg to kick the door open, her hands trembling as she held the man's body. 

 "One, two..." She hissed, plopping his body on the matress. "God, for your body, you're quite heavy..." 

 'Or maybe I'm drunk.... Yeah, I'm drunk.' (Y/N) facepalmed. 

 "I think I'm going to die soon." Fushimi groaned, rolling around the sheets, almost falling on the ground. 

 (Y/N) couldn't think straight as she sat on the nearest chair. 

 Her head throbbed, her mind was fuzzy, her vision blurry. 

 "I don't know about you, but I'm going in my own room now. Good night." She mumbled, pushing herself up. Munakata had given her own dorm room and (Y/N) couldn't be happier that her old home was a few feet away.

 As she slowly reached the door, Saruhiko had grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. 

 "S-Saruhi..." She stiffened, as he pressed her against the wall. Maybe because of the alchohol or because he was trying to be gently, but the crash against the wall was nothing near rough. 

 "Shhh." He said, looking into her (e/c) eyes.

 "No I won't!" She pushed him away from her, feeling the blood raising up her cheeks.

 She tried to leave, but he pushed her away from the door, blocking it with his own body. 

 "Why are you blocking my way now?" (Y/N) pouted. 

 "You're a very interesting woman." He mumbled as if it was nothing. 

 "You're drunk." 

 "So are you." He chuckled darkly. 

 "Why can't you just get out of my head?!" (Y/N) screamed, feeling light. Using the nearest wall as suupport, she pressed her back against the cold surface. 

 "I was about to ask the same thing." Saruhiko growled, walking towards her, feeling something fuzzy in his heart. 

 Some kind of emotion that he had never felt. It had to be out of curiosity, it just had to be.

 "Ever since you showed up in my cell almost everyday, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more about the mysterious Fushimi that had joined here recently out of nowhere." (Y/N) breathed out. 

 "And I wondered why a woman like you, with such high potential, was here with these annoying people in the first place. Not to mention your sudden disappearance and allience with those rebels." 

 "I had my reasons to join Scepter 4. They are too personal to have anything to do with you. Plus, how I had joined those freaks is only my problem. As you saw, I faced the consequences, although they were nothing, compared to what the other's had received."

 "And I had my reasons to join as well. Nothing to do with you." He grabbed her wrists. 

 (Y/N) noticed his cheeks red as tomatoes and gasped silently. 

  'How much glasses of alcohol did he take to show off?!' She thought. 

 "Saru... You've drank more than me. Let me go and go to sleep. You seriously need to relax." The (h/c) clanswoman tried to wiggle her hands free. 

 Managing to pull her left hand away from his grasp, she accidentally brushed against his shirt, reveling the burned insignia, which (Y/N) immediatelly recognised. 

 "You were with HOMRA?!" 

 Noticing her eyes on the half-burned part of his chest, Saruhiko hissed, pushing her small body on the bed, with his own body on top. He didn't want to hear anything about those again. The insignia was enough as a reminder where he had been before. 

 "Tell me!" (Y/N) demanded, feeling more sober than ever in this situation. "Does anyone know? The captain? Seri?" 

 "You ask too many questions." He growled, kissing her roughly on the lips. 

 Unable to realize what happened, (Y/N) yelped, opening her lips enough for the young man to slip his tongue inside, exploring the new-found territory. 

 Slowly, he began to kiss her neck, leaving bite marks everywhere he went. 

"What are you doing?!" (Y/N) moaned, as the sensation tickled her soft skin.

 "I don't know..." He looked at her, breathing heavily. Just now, (Y/N) had noticed that his glasses were missing, reveling his face in a better way possible. "... but I don't intend to stop here." He smirked. 

 Saruhiko was amazed from the boldness both of them showed towards each other this night thanks to the alcohol that flowed inside of them. 

 He pulled her shirt up, just a bit, so that he could kiss the soft skin of her stomach, right to the hem. Then Fushimi kissed her against the lips, this time more gently. 

 Hearing the footsteps near his door, (Y/N) squaked, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing his head harder against her. 

 "Strange, I thought I heard (Y/N) from here. Oh well, let's go. The captain wants us up early tomorrow, although I'm sure that he won't be here up so early, due to the alchohol he drank." Seri chucked as she talked to someone, leaving. 

 Sighing slowly after both of them pulled away, (Y/N) closed her eyes, relaxing. 

 "If you wanted me that much, you could've just said so." Fushimi chuckled.

 "Shut up, smart glasses." (Y/N) growled. "You're so dead tomorrow." She tried to keep her body awake. 

 "Hmm, we'll see." He pecked her on the lips, then rolled over, with her on top. "Now I wanna watch your beauty." 

 At the comment Saruhiko gave her, (Y/N) blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice.

 His hands roamed against her back, but he needed to feel her body more against his.

 The desire was mutual, although both of them were embarassed to admit it. 

The night was just at it's beginning. No one knew what they both wanted to do with the other...

 ...... SURPRISE!!!!!! AAAAAAAND I'M EVIL... Cliffhanger for the upcoming third part in the future, which will possibly be lemon................