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Alex laughed as she watched Isiah. "Oh, man, You're pathetic." She reached over to her duffelbag, zipped it up, and threw it at Isiah. It was atleast thirty pounds. Thirty pounds she knew in someone like Isiah's condition couldn't handle.

"Why don't you be a gentleman and hold that for me?" She chuckled, sitting down next to Tsurai.

"So?" She mused. "How do you feel."

The boy couldn't stop looking at her breasts. Every time she breathed in and out. He was entralled. He managed to glare at her face for a second or two, a small growl escaping from his throat, but found himself unable to keep himself from looking at how attractive Alex's chest was.

"... If I had two arms. You'd be dead." He grunted.

Tsurai tried to get up. He felt like he was stuck inside mollasses. This wasn't like with Cyrus. With Cyrus, he was actually paralyzed, nad he couldn't think. He could think now, and he could move a little bit.

He managed to sit up before being reduced to panting and being sore about how much muscle it took to get to that point. He wanted to tell Isiah he couldn't get up, but he kept being distracted by Alex.
He knew he shouldn't be. But he was. And it was getting harder to think about anything else.

Alex took Tsurai's good hand and placed it on one of her breasts. Tsurai could feel her heart beat, and was instantly filled with curiosity he didn't want to follow up on.
"Will this help?" Alex breathed, sitting ontop of Tsurai's lap.
"No. Stop it.." Tsurai closed his eyes.

This was torture. Having two heads was definately not better than one.

Alex smirked when she felt something turn under her. She bent down low and started to kiss Tsurai on the lips.

For the first few seconds, anyone could tell Tsurai was struggling to get out of that embrace, but eventually he did succumb to his male desires.

He broke through previous restraints he'd put on himself to be with Alex. His arm was tired, but Alex's flesh under it was worth the soreness.

And in contrast, Alex kne just where to rub against Tsurai to make him tingle. She never touched his back, but stayed close to sides, down toward his hips, and eventually, tried to go down his pants.

But Tsurai had kept that red tape very tightly. He breathed a no, moved her arm, and they would continue with their clothes on, albeit Tsurai's hand slipped beneath the woman's, frequently.

Now no one could say it was rape. It was clear Tsurai was enjoying what he was doing.

Despite Alex's egging on, Tsurai was doing most of the work, and he was relishing in the pleasure they both got out of it. He only wished he had two arms and could be on top.

When all three of them had finished, they were relieved. Tsurai had broken his last red tape, and as Braeden had wanted, there was no more "softcore s**t".

By fortyfive minutes, everyone had been done, but it was two hours before Tsurai had woken up to find him alone, with Isiah. Alex's duffelbag was still around, but her and Braeden were gone.

He couldn't help but think they both had planned this.

With many grunts, Tsurai got up, fixed his pants while grimacing, and walked over to toss the duffelbag off Isiah.
After that, he was done. Strength-wise, he was done, but in his mind, he was still giddy from what had happened a while a go.

He couldn't help it. Maybe if he just didn't talk about it, or address it as ever happening, it would go away.

"Isiah? Are you okay?" He asked, crouching next to the man.
Tsurai couldn't actually sit.. Because he didn't wear anything under his pants, he was kind of in pain.. So he decided, crouching was better.

"Isiah?"

Tsurai frowned. "About what? You shouldn't be sorry. I'm sorry for not fending her off when I had the chance. Are you okay? You looked kind of.. Weird."

Tsurai sighed, sitting on his knees.

"I'm sorry. For being such an a*****e. Sometimes. I think it'd be better off if I really were just dead."
He scratched the back of his neck, looking off. "You could've easily just let me die when I was starving, but you didn't. And I'm sorry for being such a d**k about it."

He looked back down to Isiah. "It's hard sometimes. To get back up after you fall, Isiah. But I do it. I get the s**t beaten out of me, and I still stand up, and I laugh at jokes, and I try to get my strength back up."

Tsurai finally just let himself sit normally, cross-legged. "I really hope you can do the same. It's just a stab. It hurts a lot. But you should still be able to do everything you used to. When you get things burned shut, you just learn to deal with pain. I figured... Since you said you fought a lot, you'd know how to ignore it. The pain, I mean."

"Stop! Tsurai, wake up!"
Tsurai shivered.

"Everybody makes mistakes." Tsurai had to take in a deep breath before continuing.

"Just because you can't help one time, doesn't mean you can't help somebody else in the future. People fall down, break bones. They go through physical therapy and then start working again. It happens, Isiah. Just because you're pride is shot, doesn't mean you can't heal up and try again."

Tsurai growled to himself. "I am weaker than you, and I cannot help you like you help me. I feel like I'm useless a lot, but I don't wallow in it for long. I wish I was as good at this talking thing as you."

Tsurai groaned.

"I think you should learn how to use a switchblade first." He stood up, walking over to Alex's duffelbag, opening it up and looking through a lot of weird looking stuff that wasn't labelled.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with Alex, but let me handle her."