Nearly two hours had passed before Rin had finally decided to close the laptop and set it beside the bed. There was still no sign of Dillon or Sabastian. Rin was beginning to suspect they were staying elsewhere for the night. He leaned over, a smirk curving his lips at the sight of light blonde strands poking out from the covers. He tugged down the sheets slightly and carefully slid closer. He reached out slowly, barely grazing the sleeping head, and took a strand of golden silk between his fingers. His lips curved more. It was every bit as soft as he'd anticipated. Leaning closer still, he grazed the long golden lashes with the knuckles of his index finger, again mesmerized at their softness. He carefully maneuvered his hand around and slid the pad of his thumb over the enticing pout of Rory's bottom lip. How many times had he tried to kiss these lips tonight alone? He leaned in closer, but just then, commotion sounded outside the hotel room door. Rin jerked away. He could hear muffled arguing as the room key was being scraped against the sensor. Once the door was open, Dillon struggled inside with Sabastian wrestling drunkenly beside him. Rin quickly jumped from the bed and made his way over to the door. He arched a brow as he brushed at his clothes inconspicuously. "What the fuck, man?"

Dillon shook his head, obviously at the end of his limits. "Come get him for a minute, so I can at least get the door shut and these fucking puke-covered clothes off."

Rin's eyes moved over Dillon and Sabastian. "Is it..."

Dillon groaned. "His fucking puke? Who's the fuck else?"

Rin hooked the office seat with his foot and pulled it over by the bathroom door. "Toss his ass here and keep him quiet. Rory is already asleep. I'll start the shower."

Dillon arched a brow. "Since when did you give a shit about Rory?"

Rin shot Dillon a snarky grin over his shoulder as he flipped on the bathroom light. "Aren't you the one who's always bitching that I'm too harsh on the guy?"

Dillon's eyes moved from Rin's grin to the blonde head nestled snugly under the crumpled sheets before shooting back to Rin. "You fucked him, didn't you?!"

Rin's grin widened. "Why is that the only thing anyone expects from me?"

"Because it's the only thing to be expected from you!" Dillon shoved his hand through his hair in obvious irritation as he arched a pierced brow. "Did you or not?" He busily pushed Sabastian's hands away from the front of his pants as he continued searching the room for signs of sex.

"Course Rin did... Rin fucks everyone..." Sabastian muttered in broken English as he tried and failed to work Dillon's fly free.

Rin followed the action downward with a chuckle. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"If I were like you, maybe I wouldn't be in this fucking mess right now," Dillon growled.

Rin threw his hands in the air. "Hey, I've not slept with anyone tonight..." A sly grin spread across his lips. "Yet anyway..."

"You wanna fuck a slobbering, piss drunk bastard, be my guest, but it's not to my tastes. Last time I tried with him, this shit faced he threw up on my dick." Dillon pressed his palm against Sabastian's forehead as he tried to bite at the button of his jeans.

Rin chuckled. "Yeah, I'll have to pass as well. Besides, I've already showered... Looks like you may need one though... sooo..."

"Not it!" Both called at the same time in a hushed shout.

Rin shook his head. "You can't call 'not it' when you were supposed to keep his ass out of trouble. You're the one who dragged his ass in like this..." He nodded toward his bed. "As you can tell, I've had other troublesome dealings tonight... Unsuccessful at that, I might reiterate..." His eyes moved back to the bed. "At least thus far..."

Dillon raked his hand through his long, messy hair as he continued to hold Sabastian back with the other. "Fuck... Fuuuuck..." He sent Rin a pleading stare. "You gotta at least help me, man."

Rin shot a glance toward the bed, then teetered his head back and forth in indecision. "Alright, but only because it's late as fuck, and I'm over this already." Rin turned on his heels and stomped into the bathroom, making short work of turning on and adjusting the water temperature in the tub. He turned his attention to Dillon, who was still struggling to keep Sabastian's drunken advances at bay. "Take his clothes off."

"He's doing that well enough on his own." Dillon groaned in frustration.

"Well, stop fighting him on it and help get them off, so we can get his ass in here. Hurry up, I don't have all night." Rin barked, gathering shower products and lining them up on the edge of the tub.

"Come on, cut it out. Let's get you cleaned up." Dillon tried his best to maneuver his neck out of Sabastian's reach, but it was no use as he carried him to the tub. Sabastian sucked and bit a trail down Dillon's throat, leaving marks in his wake. "I'm going to toss you on the floor if you don't stop, Sab."

"You're no fun." Sabastian pulled away and began scanning the small room before jutting forward, nearly tumbling out of Dillon's arms. "Rin, take me."

Rin rolled his eyes. "With pleasure. I'll take your ass right into this damn tub." Rin used the outstretched arms to his advantage and tugged the flimsy shirt over Sabastian's head. Rin shot Dillon a skeptical gaze. "You think you can balance him long enough for me to peel his pants off?" With more work than it would have taken to wrestle pants on a tiger, Rin and Dillon finally got Sabastian naked and into the tub. Rin crouched down and began bathing him, only to twitch his nose in amused frustration. "Well... at least with the way he's rubbing against my hand like a goddamn cat in heat, it's saving me the effort of really having to scrub him down..."

Dillon rolled his eyes. "If you've got this, I'll go see if I can find him something to sleep in." Dillon snarled down at his own soiled clothes. "And myself something..." He tugged his shirt over his head before stripping down to his boxer-briefs and leaving the room.

"Hey, don't seduce my bed buddy while you're flaunting around out there all naked now! Not before I have anyway!" Rin called after him as he smacked away Sabastian's groping hand.

"Fuck off!" Dillon called out from within the room. He returned a few minutes later, irritation written all over his face. "This will have to do. He didn't pack anything useful."

Rin furrowed his brows. "Are those mine?"

Dillon nodded. "Yeah... Looks like the only thing this idiot brought was..." He shook his head. "Let's just say he wasn't planning on sleeping much this trip."

Rin blew out a sigh. "Well, I'm glad you're the one sleeping with his ass and not me." Rin nodded toward the tub and its occupant. "Because this is going to be a handful until it passes out tonight."

Dillon frowned as he watched Sabastian unabashedly go to town on himself. "Fuck..."

Rin threw up his hands. "I did my part. The rest is on you, man. I've got an early start in the morning, so I'm going to bed. Good luck."

Rin shook his head as the commotion from the bathroom continued, and he slid under the sheets. Soft, muffled whimpers seemed to emanate from Rory, drawing Rin's attention to the other side of the bed. In the faint light radiating out from the open bathroom door, Rin could see tears streaming down Rory's pale cheeks. Rin furrowed his brows as he watched closer. Rory's bottom lip trembled as he muttered intangible words. Only one could be made out, 'no, no, no'... A nightmare... Rin slid closer and brushed strands of blonde hair away from the damp trails of tears they clung to, but Rory shrank away from the touch like it burned his flesh, sobbing more as he did. Rin frowned, his gaze moving to the commotion coming from the bathroom door as Dillon wrestled Sabastian toward the beds. "Hey, try keeping it down some... I think something's up with Rory." Concern colored Rin's face as he tried tugging Rory's sleeping body closer, only to have him fight against him. "I... I think hearing the chaos has triggered some kind of nightmare or something... I can't get him to snap out of it either." Rin gently pinned Rory's arm down and stroked his cheek, but it only seemed to make things worse.

Dillon frowned as he struggled past their bed. "I'd love to 'keep it down' but this bitch isn't cooperating too well right now, now is he?" Dillon arched a brow, eyeing Rin over. "Besides, since when did you give a damn about him? I've been telling you for weeks now, ease up and give him a chance, and you choose now of all times to give a damn?" Dillon rolled his eyes as he wrangled Sabastian into the bed. "If you're finally interested, I've not gotten much from him, but the little I do know doesn't seem great. He's had a hard childhood and an even rougher life since becoming an adult."

It was Rin's turn to frown as he stared down at Rory. He shushed and rocked him in his arms as he kept him nestled against his chest. "Well, it's not that I go out of my way to give him a hard time anymore... there's just something about him that gets under my skin..." Rin's eyes stayed trained on the seemingly frail body struggling against his. "But... seeing him like this... kinda pulls on the ol heart strings, ya know... Makes you wonder what all he's been through... What he's hiding when he looks at you a certain way..."

"Fuck me!" Sabastian called out drunkenly as he tugged and pulled at Dillon's clean clothes, crumpling them under his tight grip. "You ruined da fun, so fix it..." He whined as he continued fighting against Dillon.

Dillon frowned as his eyes traveled to Rory. "I couldn't say what he's hiding... but those eyes are definitely haunted... there's no denying that." Dillon's gaze moved to Rin, whose concerned eyes traveled across Rory like a troubled mother hen. "Had you taken the time when he first came to the house, you would have realized it way before now..."