"Are we speaking in terms of absolutes?" Grantaire asks.

"Absolutely," Enjolras answers with a grin.

"Well, there are pros and cons for all four of these options," he says. "I mean, with happiness alone you run into the fact that you could be happy, but be severely oppressed, or be happy and forced to take some mind altering drug to achieve it. Or there's always the brainwashed and happy option..."

"Or Rousseau's happy stupid animal..." Enjolras adds.

"Exactly, so I don't think that I'm going to choose happiness," Grantaire replies. He shakes his head to clear it some in order to form his thoughts on the other three options. "Now, let's talk about justice..."

Grantaire sees Enjolras' eyes light up, the passion already beginning to consume him. He's about to launch into his arguments but then he realizes how thirsty he is. It had been a long night of dancing and his last drink had been gone at least a half an hour ago. He spots Enjolras' beer on the bar just over his shoulder and reaches for it, getting right up in the blond's space. His fingers just grasp along the neck of the bottle when he feels hot breath on his neck. Apparently, Enjolras had gotten even closer.

Without stepping back, he turns his head only to be met with Enjolras' lips pressing against his. Grantaire's eyes go wide, his breath catches in his throat and his knees absolutely go weak before he mentally kicks himself and closes his eyes. He leans in then, kissing Enjolras with fervour, sliding his lips against Enjolras' perfect mouth, slipping in his tongue and running it over Enjolras' teeth. He pushes the blond back as their mouths fuse together and soon he's pressing him back against the bar, biting at his lips, getting his hands on Enjolras' hips and pressing his finger tips in. He's been waiting for this, waiting for long weeks and now that he's finally getting it, he feels like his world is about to shatter apart.

During this time, Enjolras hasn't been stationary, not at all. He has one hand on Grantaire's back, the other buried in his curls and he's opening his mouth to Grantaire and sliding his tongue in. The kiss is dirty, lips dragging against each other, teeth clashing and tongues battling for the upper hand. Their mouths are slick, sliding against each other in the most obscenely erotic way. Grantaire has been hard since they'd hit the dance floor, had gotten harder when he'd felt his Apollo's breath against his neck. Now with Enjolras pressed against him, biting at his bottom lip and fucking imoaning/i like he's never felt something so good before in his life makes Grantaire think that he should have possibly worn looser pants. At this point, they're never going to come off and he wants them to come off, definitely.

He unwillingly separates his lips from Enjolras', silently cursing his body's need for air. Enjolras whines deep in his throat and drops his lips to Grantaire's neck at the same time as he moves the hand that had been on his back lower. Grantaire sucks in a breath and licks his swollen lips as Enjolras' hands grasp at his ass as if feeling it out, determining how good it will feel. That's when Enjolras leans up, catches Grantaire's earlobe between his teeth. "Oh Jesus, fuck," Grantaire curses, head thrown back now. "Enj, fuck, Enjolras... take me home with you," he gasps out. "Please-"

Enjolras pulls away from him at this point and just stares at him, assessing the benefits of actually bringing Grantaire back to his house, to his bed. It feels like an eternity passes while they stand and look at each other, pressed together from the hip down. Grantaire licks his lips and it's like the simple action spurs Enjolras into making a decision. He nods, once, quickly and then reaches over to drain the remainder of the beer that they'd all but abandoned. Grantaire grins at him and takes his hand, leading him out of the club and out into the cool, night air. There are cabs already lined up, ready to take the drunken revelers home. Grantaire pulls Enjolras into the closest one.

The blond spares only enough time to tell the cabbie his address before he turns back to Grantaire and kisses him so hard that he ends up pressed against the door. Enjolras is half on him, kissing along his neck and whispering about how hard he plans to fuck him all the way down the hill. Grantaire groans, the words entering through his ears but then plummeting straight down to his cock. He can feel his Apollo bite at his neck, knows he's leaving marks that everyone will see the next day. Grantaire stretches his neck out, allowing Enjolras to access even more skin with his teeth and tongue. Grantaire groans, wraps his leg around Enjolras' and tilts his hips up. Enjolras bites him sharply and Grantaire gasps, "Fuck," he curses.

"You have a delightfully filthy mouth," Enjolras murmurs. "It's incredibly hot," he adds. This time he leans up, kisses the mouth in question and slides in his tongue. Grantaire opens his own mouth up to him, allowing him full access. Their kiss is wet and messy and so hot that Grantaire cannot hold back the noises that keep escaping his throat. Enjolras swallows the noises, presses into Grantaire harder and seriously, they need to get to Enjolras house right the fuck now or else they're going to end up naked in the cab. Enjolras bites his earlobe again and Grantaire's hips shoot up just as they slow outside a small yellow apartment building.

"Are we here?" Grantaire asks. Enjolras slowly climbs off of him to take a look and nods. "Fucking finally," Grantaire adds, sitting up. He reaches into his pockets for some cash but Enjolras has already beaten him to it. His Apollo doesn't wait for change, just pulls Grantaire out of the cab and searches for his keys in the pockets of his tight red pants. Finally, he finds them and unlocks the security door and they fall into the building together. Enjolras tugs him up a couple flights of stairs and then keys the next door unlocked. Just as the door starts to open under Enjolras' touch, Grantaire surges forward to kiss him, getting his hands up into all of that painted, glittery hair. They fall through the door and into an open area that serves as both a living room and a kitchen, and also features a recently showered Combeferre.

Grantaire aborts the kiss that he's about lay on Enjolras' collarbone and nearly falls down onto the floor. "Wow, I didn't know you lived here," he says to Combeferre with a nervous laugh.

Combeferre just looks at the two of them together and shakes his head. "Keep it in your room," he says to Enjolras, "and have some fun. Don't worry, I have ear plugs."

"Combeferre is the best," Enjolras says too loud to be conspiratorially. "Combeferre, you are the best," he adds to his roommate. Grantaire laughs because clearly the alcohol has started to settle into Enjolras' veins. Enjolras grins back at him and tugs on his wrist. "Goodnight Combeferre," he calls from his bedroom door.

"Have good sex," Combeferre calls back.

"We will," Grantaire adds before he's being pulled into Enjolras' room and tackled onto the bed.

The door is kicked shut and Enjolras' mouth is back on his skin, biting, licking and kissing him everywhere. "Keep talking," he whispers, "justice, freedom, equality or security."

Grantaire laughs, "as you wish, Apollo," he replies. He hikes his legs up and wraps them around Enjolras' hips. "Like I said, I most certainly won't be choosing happiness, despite my best efforts to drink myself into oblivion so I don't have to think about all the bad stuff in the world..." Grantaire's speech is cut off because Enjolras has lifted his shirt and is now kissing over his abs, licking over the lines his muscles make under his skin. "Fuck, Enj..."

"Keep going," he encourages before biting over his hip. Grantaire is going to be absolutely covered with the evidence of this night. The thought sends a pulse of iwant/i straight to Grantaire's cock and he rolls his hips upward.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about security," Grantaire gasps. Enjolras grins up at him and then dips his tongue into Grantaire's belly button. "Security sounds great," Grantaire starts, "like, I know that if I get drunk, I'll be safe and I won't get hurt- ifuck/i! But then there's the same problems with security as there is happiness-" Grantaire's sentence ends with a deep moan because Enjolras has gotten his pants undone and pulled down and now his tongue is swirling over the head of his cock. He seriously can't keep his thoughts straight while Enjolras' head is dipped down, painted hair splayed across his stomach, mouth around his very hard cock.

He takes a breath, closes his eyes and tries again. He fails, "Oh fuck," he gasps as Enjolras swallows him down. "the problems can be the same with- fuck- with happiness. The idea of perfect security inevitably- oh god Enjolras you need to stop now," he gasps. "Stop before I ruin the chances of me getting fucked."

Enjolras pulls his mouth off of Grantaire's cock and crawls back up his body. "We wouldn't want that," he states before leaning in and kissing him deeply. Grantaire falls back under his weight and nibbles at his lip. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't even argue with me anymore."

"Fucking hell," Grantaire gasps. He reaches his hands down to pull at Enjolras' rainbow shirt, wanting more than anything to just yank it over his head. He wants to see Enjolras' body, wants it against his own and he definitely wants Enjolras to fuck him until he has no words left. "Strip for me, I want to see you," he breathes.

He feels teeth against his earlobe, an action that is very quickly becoming something that Grantaire craves from him but then, Enjolras is gone. Grantaire hears shuffling in the dark and then the light flicks on, revealing his Apollo back over by the door. Enjolras grins at him, mouth stretched too wide to be entirely sober, and lifts his shirt over his head. Grantaire's mouth goes dry and even if he wanted to, he couldn't continue his argument. Enjolras is beautiful in an absolute sense. There's nothing about him that isn't saturated with beauty. Even while covered in rainbow paint and glitter, Enjolras is ethereal.

Grantaire sits up to get a better view as Enjolras' hands reach down to his fly and he starts undoing those too tight jeans. Grantaire reaches forward but Enjolras glares and moves to slap his hands away. "Security," he reminds.

Grantaire laughs and shakes his head, "absolute security can very easily lead to a complete lack of freedom and oppression. And the population can be miserable, and live these horrible lives, like in i1984/i. I don't want to suffer under a form of Big Brother," he says as he watches Enjolras peel his pants from his skin. "And I don't want to live a horrible life," he admits. Enjolras hooks his hands under the waistband of his underwear and he slowly begins to pull them down. "I choose freedom," he says finally, watching every single piece of skin as it's revealed to him. "Because without freedom, we couldn't be doing this."

Suddenly, Enjolras' underwear are gone and he's back on Grantaire once more. Obviously Grantaire had answered him correctly since the blond is now practically ripping off his clothing and tossing it around the room. Soon, Grantaire is naked too, clothing torn from his body by Enjolras' questing hands, and there's skin everywhere, pressing, rubbing, touching...

Grantaire arches into Enjolras hands, his mouth, gets his legs around him again, wanting to keep him there, iright there/i this time. Enjolras arches his hips, presses down and their cocks rub together sending electric shocks of pleasure all over Grantaire's body . It's the best feeling he's experienced in a very long while and the noise that escapes his throat is a testimony to that. Enjolras does it again and Grantaire's vision blacks out for a moment.

He gasps, hips arching to meet the blond's, eyes closed, chest tight. For a moment, both of Enjolras' hands are on his hips but then one is gone while the other is surely leaving tiny, fingerprint sized marks over Grantaire's skin. Soon, the absent hand has returned and it's reaching down between them. Grantaire grins, spreads his legs in order to give Enjolras full access. In return, Enjolras bites along his jawline and circles his fingers around Grantaire's entrance. Grantaire arches his hips upward encouragingly and whispers, "fuck, yes," just as Enjolras presses the first finger inside.

Grantaire is no stranger to sex, really, and even though it's been a couple weeks, one finger is really just not going to be enough. "More, come on Apollo, fucking fill me up," he growls. Before he even finishes the sentence, he feels a second finger joining the first, immediately beginning to scissor inside of him, stretching him out, getting him ready. Grantaire is a mass of movement; Enjolras' fingers are long, fucking him almost perfectly. Only almost because- ithere/i. Grantaire cries out so loudly that he's sure Combeferre can hear him through his ear plugs when Enjolras' fingers brush over that spot of ecstasy inside of him. He does it again and Grantaire imewls/i this time. He hardly even notices the third finger, only feels a slight stretch. By this time, he's begging, insisting that Enjolras stop and start fucking him in earnest.

Enjolras shakes his head, "I'm free to stretch you for as long as I want," he insists with a wicked smirk stretched across his lips. Grantaire thinks he's going to idie/i.

"I knew I should have never answered your damn question," Grantaire replies between gasps.

"I told you I was going to fuck you until you can't even argue with me anymore," Enjolras replies. "it seems I haven't yet succeeded."

"I choose freedom," Grantaire insists. "I know that it means that others have the same freedom but I don't believe that humans are what Hobbes-" an explosion of expletives escape Grantaire's mouth as Enjolras presses hard against that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of him. The touch forces his hips to snap up and completely lose his train of thought. He's so, so hard now that he can't control himself, can't concentrate at all. He tries to form a sentence but the movement of Enjolras' fingers turn it into a series of moans. Grantaire can't remember the last time he'd been this vocal, can't remember the last time it had felt this good.

He's spreading his legs even wider when Enjolras' fingers disappear, pulling out of him with a swiftness that he wasn't expecting. He whines at the loss of them, hips moving to follow his Apollo's hand. Enjolras presses the hand down on Grantaire's hip, joining the other in forcing them still. Grantaire is about to complain, about to demand his ass receive more attention but then Enjolras is sliding a condom over his sizeable cock and lining himself up. Grantaire moves so that his legs are once more wrapped around Enjolras at the same time as Enjolras slides in.

Enjolras doesn't take it slowly; he just presses in until he bottoms out inside of Grantaire. "Fuck," Grantaire curses. "Fuck, Enjolras, you feel fucking amazing," he bites out. The stretch burns but it's quickly giving way to something else, something that's purely pleasure and Grantaire doesn't think that he's felt this good since his ecstasy ridden raver days and maybe not even then. He closes his eyes, pushes his hips up and begs for Enjolras to start moving.

It seems that now, finally, Enjolras has lost any and all control that he'd had over himself. He pulls out, almost all of the way and then plows right back into Grantaire. True to his word, he fucks Grantaire hard into the mattress, so hard that Grantaire thinks he's going to get rug burn from Enjolras' sheets. He brings his hands up to Enjolras' hair and tugs his face down, intending on sharing another of those earth shattering kisses. Enjolras stops just as their lips are about to meet.

"But what if we are exactly what Hobbes thinks we are?" he asks before dropping his lips to Grantaire's and forcing his tongue in immediately, covering up one of his own moans.

Grantaire can't answer him, not now that Enjolras has dropped a hand between them and circled it around his dick. He can't even think to start a sentence now that Enjolras has shifted their position just slightly enough that every time he presses into Grantaire he's hitting his prostate, causing Grantaire to see fucking istars/i. Instead of bothering to answer, Grantaire just kisses Enjolras sloppily, arching up into his every thrust until his body just can't take any more ifeeling/i and he's babbling something completely unintelligible into Enjolras' mouth. He just needs something, anything, just a bit imore/i and there it is, Enjolras moving to bite his earlobe and he's spilling across both of their chests, milking Enjolras' cock inside him with contracting muscles.

Now it's Enjolras' turn to swear with abandon and totally lose control, fucking Grantaire hard until his hips jerk once more, his face taking on a look of absolute bliss, before collapsing onto Grantaire's willing body.

After a few moments, Grantaire's breathing regulates enough that he can actually speak. He says, "fucking goddamn hell Enjolras," before he needs to take another breath. "If I had known you could fuck like that, I would have followed you home after our first class together."

Enjolras rolls off of him lazily and grins in such a completely fucked out way that Grantaire finds himself grinning back. "I don't think I've ever fucked like that before," he admits. "Something about you just makes me want to make you shut up and if it takes fucking you into the ground well, who am I to refuse?"

Grantaire laughs, low and rich, "I'll be feeling you for a fucking week."

"Good," Enjolras replies. "Next time you want to argue with me, think of tonight and keep your mouth fucking shut."

He shakes his head and then Enjolras brushes the curls from his eyes. "No, I'll think of tonight and argue more, hoping for a repeat performance," Grantaire admits. "God, that was fantastic."

Enjolras leans over and kisses him soundly, draping his body over Grantaire's and further covering them both in the mess Grantaire had left on their chests. Grantaire gets his fingers into Enjolras' hair again and just lets himself be kissed.

Eventually, Enjolras pulls away again in order to stand. He smiles at Grantaire before pulling on a robe and leaving the room. He's not gone long, only a few seconds, coming back with a damp cloth and running it over Grantaire's chest, then his own.

"Are you going to make me leave?" Grantaire asks. It comes out more quietly than he'd expected it to and suddenly he feels completely exposed in a way that has nothing to do with his nudity.

Thankfully Enjolras shakes his head but he leaves the room again, taking the cloth with him and returns moments later, this time with two large glasses of water. "You can stay tonight," he says. "I don't want to be responsible if you pass out in a ditch on your way home. It doesn't matter whether it's from drunkenness of sexual exhaustion, I can't have that weighing on my conscience."

Grantaire laughs and accepts the glass of water, drinking it down swiftly. He sets the glass down on Enjolras' bedside table and then pulls some blankets up over himself. Enjolras drains his own glass of water and turns on the bedside lamp. Then he walks over and turns the main light off and strips off his underwear before finally joining Grantaire in the bed. Grantaire watches the line of his arm as he reaches to turn of the lamp and then feels him as he settles down beside him.

Grantaire isn't much of a cuddler but after sex like that he craves a slight bit more of a connection. He feels too shy to make such an intimate move though, so he's glad when Enjolras flops an arm over his chest and kisses his shoulder. He falls asleep with the comforting weight of Enjolras on his chest, feeling lighter than he thinks he has any right to.

Grantaire wakes the next morning to an empty bed but at least he remembers who it belongs to. He thinks about the night before and grins before climbing out of that bed and pulls on his boxers and tee shirt from the night before. He looks back at the bed and laughs. Enjolras is going to have to change his sheets not because they'd made a mess together (that had remained solely on Grantaire's chest) but because they're covered in paint flakes and glitter. Grantaire finds that he is as well, combined with the multitude of bite marks and fingerprints because of Enjolras' over zealousness. He stretches then opens the door and walks out into the apartment. Enjolras is standing in the kitchen glaring at the coffee maker as if that will make it brew more quickly.

Grantaire pauses a moment in order to just ilook/i at him. He looks incredible in a completely fucked out and sleepy way. Grantaire's mouth waters at seeing his Apollo stand there in only a pair of boxer briefs and the evidence of what they'd done the night before (collarbones littered with hickeys, fingerprints over his back and hips). Grantaire surveys his handiwork and thinks that he hadn't thought Enjolras could look hotter than he had when they'd first met but he can and the truth of the matter is staring Grantaire right in the face. He very nearly swoons. Instead Grantaire walks up and settles his hands on Enjolras' waist. He kisses the spot just under where Enjolras' messy blond curls taper off, a spot reddened by a love bite, and runs his hands over Enjolras' chest. The blond turns in his arms and kisses Grantaire deeply.

"Good morning," Grantaire murmurs through a smile. It's not everyday that one wakes up to the kisses of a god.

"Hi," Enjolras replies. "Coffee?"

"I'd rather have more of you," Grantaire admits.

Enjolras grins at him wickedly. "Good, because I've been thinking about fucking you on the couch all morning. I think I may have even dreamed about it..." Enjolras admits.

"I wish we'd shared that dream because that would be fucking hot," Grantaire concedes, cock already responding to the suggestion.

Enjolras grins at him ferally and then backwards walks him through the living room until he falls back onto the couch. They kiss, more sober this time than they had been the night before but Enjolras is no less possessive. He bites and licks and claims which turns Grantaire on more than he thinks he's ever been turned on before. It's not long before Enjolras has Grantaire ready and is taking him for the second time in six hours, this time on his hands and knees. If this is what being friends with his Apollo is going to be like, Grantaire can't help but wish he'd met him earlier than this year. It's faster this time, harder if that's even possible but no less incredible. When Grantaire comes, he swears that the entire world shudders with him. Enjolras pulls out this time, release covering Grantaire's ass and if that's not an act of ownership, Grantaire doesn't know what is. He finds the action odd for someone so obsessed with equality but since he finds Enjolras' possessiveness incredibly attractive, he's not going to complain. Instead Grantaire kisses Enjolras' mouth over and over until he catches his breath, until Enjolras finally pulls away.

"Coffee should be ready," he mentions. He climbs off of Grantaire but makes no move to redress himself. Instead he pads to the washroom and calls for Grantaire to join him so that he can clean both of them off. Afterward, the both sip their coffees silently until Grantaire really feels like he should be getting home. He pulls on the clothes he'd worn the day before and pulls a cigarette out of the pack that had been in his back pocket. He feels Enjolras' eyes on him the entire time.

"Well Apollo," he says, sliding the cigarette behind his ear. "Thank you for the incredible night and morning, but I really should be going."

Enjolras nods, "I have work to do anyway," he admits. Grantaire isn't surprised; it seems like there's always work to be done while school is in session. Enjolras stands, walks over to Grantaire and places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you Tuesday," he says softly before leaning up to give Grantaire the most delicate kiss they've shared so far.

"I look forward to it," Grantaire admits before smiling back at him.

He pulls on his shoes and makes sure he has everything he'd come with before mentioning, "we covered your sheets in glitter, you might want to look into that."

Enjolras laughs and nods. Grantaire shoots him one last grin before he's out the door and on his way home. It's not until he's about halfway there that he begins to worry that Marius and his women might not have made it to Marius' room. He really doesn't want Eponine's tits to ruin such an awesome night (and morning).