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Akio didn't care how hard he was pulled towards Isaac. He just wanted to be close to him and for this moment to last forever. He relaxed deeper into the kiss as Isaac's hands moved over him, lifting and pulling, soft but hard. His arm upper arm slowly traveled higher and then rested on Isaac's shoulder, lightly caressing his hair.

((sorry that took so long, lovers, I had to go stuff myself with McD's fruit and walnut salad, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm))

((Isaac: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/isaac.jpg
Akio: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/akio3.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/akio2.jpg ))

((lol, yea, I'm pretty ticklish too, but only in weird places. like this one spot right below my left hip, and I'm ticklish around my collarbones, is pretty sad. Some guy tries to be hot by kissing there and I'm cracking up.... he had no clue what he was doing wrong ^-^))

((lol, awwwww, how sweet.... btw the way, Isaac is pretty skinny to, but he's... lol, like me, he is a health nut that eats like a horse, but eventually burns every calorie he puts in, which is why he's nearly 6' tall and only weighs about 115... there are times when I actually want to gain weight, but I can't. Most really unhealthy food makes me sick and everything else never adds a pound *sighs*))
Isaac laughs a little bit and stands up, kissing Akio's shoulder and giggling a litle bit, but there is a deep sense of worry in his voice, "Jeez, Akio.... Tomorrow morning I'm making you a big breakfast..." He tousles the boys hair lightly and turns, walking slowly from the bathroom and closing he door behind him. Akio did looks pretty skinny, but it was nothing to worry about right now. He runs a hand through his still only barely damp hair and decides to run a brush thru it. Bad idea. His whimpers can be heard loudly in the silent dorm room. He grabs up the wet cloth he had used for Akio's fever and wipes away the tiny it of dried blood and the nicked bruise over his left eye. He groans, knowing it would leave a lump there... He shivers lightly, feeling a little warm actually. He turns the ceiling fan on high and goes off to his acoustis guitar case. A moment later that was a needle in his forearm and evrything was getting cooler again as he watched the clear liquid becoming part of him. He purrs lightly and replaces the needle with the utmost care, in a hiding spot in the case only he knew about (lol, you thought you were the only one to pull in conflict?). He slides from his clothes until he's down to his black boxers and made his bed on the couch. There were the bunk beds and the couch. The boy who was out that night had the top one and he gave the bottom one to Akio without the boy's permission, wanting to give the innocent boy the comfort he deserved. Isaac took in a few short gasps of air and felt a chll go up his spine. He liked it though. Akio seemed so.... real to him. He needed someone like that, someone for an anchor. But Akio was more than just that.... If he hadn't met Akio himself he wouldnt have believed the boy actually existed. He lets out a calm sigh, feeling the relaxation of the drugs. Acoustic guitar in hand, he played a few short simple melodies to himself, singing in a whisper, for some rason never wanting anyone to hear him sing. But after a little while, he had dozed off there.

((I heart Donnie Darko, but what are you refering to?... lol, because the only part thats coming to mind is in the psychiatrist's office when he's.... sleep-talking about girls.... and.....))
Isaac woke from slight slumber shortly after Akio cam out the second time, dressed. He looks around, silently and yawns a little bit, feeling corruptedly peaceful. It was a feeling he loved and hated at the same time. He sits up, removing the guitar strap from around him and placing the guitar back in its case with a silent caution, his hands barely shaking, but his precision is so... well, precise, that its almost scary. He shuts the case, not making a sound. He glaces back down to the case. The one thing he loved and hated with all his soul. He turned hishead from it now, to glance at Akio's form, thinking that the boy is asleep. He stands slowly and walks over, barefeet silent on the carpet, until he is standing right beside the lower bunk. He kneels and strokes Akio's hair so softly it can barely be felt. Akio wasn't a paradox like the rest of his life. Akio felt solid, if not dependable. Akio had such a fragility, such an innocence. Isaac sighs softly and whispers, "Don't let me corrupt you too..." He blinks a little, feeling tears in his own eyes, but jsut like 99 times out of 100, they don't spill over his lower lashes. He stands back up, turning lightly away and returning to the couch. He lays down, staring up at the ceiling. He whispers again, even softer now, "God, pleae don't let me corrupt him...."

((So Akio sleep walks?... or just sleep golfs? lol, cute))
Isaac thought he heard something in the middle of the night. He could have sworn her heard coughing, and then the water running in the bathroom. But he was too exhausted to even open his eyes more than a simple squint. He makes a small whimpering noise. Then he felt it, it felt like bugs crawling slowly up his chest. He sits straight up, wide awake. He felt warm again, and sweat was trickling off his brow. There was nothing on his chest of course, he felt it every once in a while. He couldn't describe the feeling, but it felt .... yellow... he didn't exactly know how he could link a color to a feeling, but if he could it would be yellow, and not happy yellow either, like a jaundice yellow. He could feel the oversweep of emotions. He could feel the tension of two people in a dorm next door, down the corrider he could feel a sweep of sickness derived from some drunken pleasure, somewhere below, someone was breaking slowly down, above he could feel a sudden overwhelming lust. It was all at once, like a million voices in his head and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It felt too warm in the room, but he had goosebumps. Oh the joy of apartment life... he could feel a thousand different emotions tingling in his bones. It was only alarming for a maximum of 5 seconds, but then he forced his own thoughts to overrule it. He wondered how many more nights would be like this. He stands up slowly, seeing a light on in the bathroom and walking over sllowly, tapping on the door, "Akio?"