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“God! ********, alright .D!” Izm snarled from where he lay on the floor of A.E.D.’s room.


.D contemplated hitting him again but decided not to. After all, Izm’s voice had gained the level of acidity .D recognized as him being righteously pissed. The fact that directly after he ceased beating the s**t out of him he apologized only further justified his decision. Granted it was a very manly apology with swearing and plenty of ‘dudes’ and ‘mans’, but it was still sincere under all the layers of gruffness. A.E.D. gave his ‘friend’ (more like annoyance) a once over. The shorter boy now sported a slowly spreading bruise over his right eye, a split lip, and bloody nose. .D might have apologized for going so far if the cause of the fight hadn’t been waking up in Izm’s arms. .D wasn’t a fan of touch, let alone cuddling of the guy on guy variety. There were a lot of things that .D shrugged off, coming from Izm, but this wasn’t going to be one of them.


He’d hoped that after such a decisive a**-kicking Izm would simply leave. But, stubborn as ever, he instead stumbled into A.E.D.’s bathroom and pilfered things from his first aid kit. .D sighed and followed him in, watching him pack his nose with a cotton ball in each nostril and wipe his face off with a wetted towel. He noticed that as Izm continued to use his things to clean himself up that the air around him was not just angry. It was also…embarrassed? That didn’t make any sense. That boy could run around the school in his birthday suit for the entire world to see and probably wouldn’t care at all. Immodesty was never a flattering quality but he seemed to wear it well. For Izm to be embarrassed about waking up spooning .D was confusing to say the least. He’d ‘woken up’ to far more precarious situations concerning .D and not batted an eye. Like that E.A.R. incident which I STILL owe him a beating for…<A.E.D. thought. But that was exactly it, .D had never reacted so violently to those occasions as he had to this one, so maybe he’d trained Izm into believing that sort of stuff was okay? He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn’t notice the object of his thoughts move right past him heading for the bed.


“What do you think you’re doing?” .D demanded.


“Going to sleep now that you’ve finished punching me.”


“How was me punching you not< an indication you should leave?”


Izm grabbed .D’s pillow and curled himself around it, “I thought you were punching me for spooning you, and look, I hug the pillow so I won’t hug you. I swear. I’ll stay on my side of the bed and if I don’t you can beat me up in the morning. Just don’t make me go back to Des’s alright? I actually like sleep sometimes.”


A.E.D. grumbled out a feeble acquiescence as he too returned to bed. In the back of his mind he noted that he probably shouldn’t be letting Izm go back to sleep without first making sure his nose had stopped bleeding. Oh well, he was too tired, and Izm was a big boy he could take care of himself. .D settled down on ‘his side’ of his bed and turned to face his ‘friend’. Izm was clearly just as tired for he’d already passed out, keeping the pillow between them, his arms secured around it. Fine, but I swear if you try anything else Izm…<he thought to himself. He sighed and let himself fall asleep.



.D awoke to a breeze upon his back and one arm around his neck, a hand tangled in his hair. He groggily opened his eyes and was about to let loose on Izm for molesting him again…until he realized what side of the bed they were on. He was lying on top of his favorite pain in the neck, arms around his waist (his hands trapped underneath the passed out criminal). One of Izm’s legs was slung over the back of .D’s thigh. He noticed with no small amount of disgust that the pillow was no longer on the bed and they were on Izm’s side. True to his word, the black marketer had stayed on his side. Okay, this isn’t that bad…there has to be a way I can get out of this with my dignity intact. Izm’s a heavy sleeper, I just have to get my hands out and then I can…<


“Mm, .D, you’re a hypocrite.”


A.E.D. froze, screwing his eyes shut he hoped that if he didn’t answer Izm would think he was still asleep. It worked, he told himself it worked, because he’d like to believe Izm would never say what he did a minute later if .D was awake.


“Now as cute of a deadweight hypocrite you are, I gotta piss, so off you go.” Izm pulled .D’s hands out from under him and rolled him onto his back so he could slip off of the bed.


.D kept his eyes firmly shut until he heard the bathroom door close. When he opened them he found Izm standing outside the bathroom door, smirking at him. .D blushed, against his will of course, and Izm merely laughed before entering his bathroom and making good use of his shower. Great…