Bump in the night? Mature? (Dorm 42 Peeps)

[Train Volaere]

Train sighed softly for a moment as he leaned back into his seat and relaxed for a moment closing his eyes. In front of him lay a hefty-set of formulas and calculations that have become more or less scattered all over his desk. This was his work and research. He took pride in yet at the same time it was something that drove him nuts at times when he just wanted to sleep with a clean conscious. Oh yes Train would be getting more sleep then he realized tonight unaware of what plots and mischief loomed ahead. He paused for a moment in his thoughts and shook his head rapidly remembering that look-over that Trevor had given him. Train chewed the tip of his thumb as he remembered that and felt his cheeks flush slightly. It was truly an imagination thing right? I mean did Trevor really check him out? Train blinked for a moment stuck on the image and shook his head rapidly for a moment to get the thought out of his head. Damn it what was it that was bugging him so much?

*sigh*

You think just once someone like me could have the answers to everything and make it all nice and simple but, noooo that is never the way things work around here. Or anywhere in life for that matter.

Train drummed his fingers against the desk for a moment as he rested his head against his free hand his chin nuzzling the palm lightly. His hair was tied back in a simple ponytail that he usually wore to keep it out of his face when he was studying or in a fight. It was just ingrain habit with Train now as he let his thoughts drift. Again they lingered this time on Keiko remembering the kiss on the cheek she had given him. Or the other kisses from the time he helped her with the nightmare. He shook his head rapidly. Great go from one person to the next; he was never going to become focused. He gave another little sigh as he drummed his fingers against the desk a bit more. A bit harder against the wood. WAIT NOW CHANGE THOSE WORDS THAT WASN’T RIGHT! He flushed hard and looked down stopping his finger drumming against the desk. Damn it to hell his thoughts were totally off the wall right then. It was driving him nuts that his brain was screwing around with all these thoughts.

“I need to quit eating and drinking stuff so late at night…get more sleep so I won’t have to think about this stuff…yeah that’s it good idea Train…” he mumbled to himself. Train’s door was cracked open with a thunderstorm starting up tonight it was too be expected that Keiko might be by soon enough. He closed his eyes leaning against the chair again unaware of the plot that lurked.

[Trevor]

Trevor was in the process of decorating his room. He had already gotten the hooks from a local store, and spaced them apart just enough to mount his energy blade on the wall. He had four smaller hooks, which held the two boot daggers just underneath his favorite weapon. However, he still had no posters, no flowers... no color. It was all too boring and plain for him. He sighed. Still too empty. I need to do something about that. But, it's getting late. I need to get some rest. He walked into the common area, and that is when he heard it... the drumming. It was soft at first, but increased in volume. Bit by bit, it grew louder. He listened hard, and found the source. Train was still up, the light from the crack in the door revealing that to him.

Trevor got to his door, and was about to knock, when he heard the boy speak. He opened the door softly, and leaned against the frame, his back to it and his arms across his chest. He spoke to Train, a smile playing upon his face. "You shouldn't talk to yourself you know... people might think your loosing it." His voice was like the wind, light and playful. He looked at the mess of chemicals and such strewn about on his desk. Train is so serious. I guess when you work like he does, you have to be.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, but I noticed you were still up." He stood up from his leaning position, and tilted his head. Train had a look of someone who was tired and bothered by something. Well, Trevor couldn't just leave him be. He needs some company... He took a few steps into the room toward Train. He crouched down to one knee, and smiled at him. "You look like something is on your mind. Penny for your thoughts?"

[Train Volaere]

The sound of the door opening never reached the mumbling Train as he rubbed his eyes for a moment gazing at one of the calculations. A rocket fuel calculation to make it more efficient. Alchemists were scientists as much as they were magic-users and relied on percision calculations to help aide their abilities. Where someone could normally just call up a spell and use it an Alchemist had to understand the principles behind the spell in order to make it succeed. To make it possible in the real world of physics. The minor jolt of energy simply them reshaping the atoms and molecules into what pleases them. Train knew that much from his time with the military. The problem was that he was one of the few alchemists with D-13.

Man this is going to be rougher then I tho...

Trevor's voice reached his ears that whispery light voice that sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. That man's voice affected him as badly as Keiko's did and he sure as hell didn't know why as he removed his reading glasses and sat them on the desk. On top of a quadratic force equation for anothing formula as he turned to look at the doorway. Yes there he was that man with that almost devilish look to him that seemed to promise things. Things that Train wasn't sure he understood or was ready to know yet. Self-conciously he ran his fingers through his hair for a moment pushing it away from his face as he looked up at Trevor. Trevor who was currently leaning against his doorway and coming over.

"I haven't lost my mind quite yet and we alchemists never were the sane ones as far as magic users go. We're just madmans searching for the knowledge to increase our ability." Train retorted quietly as he ran his fingers through his hair again. The tie loosened a bit slowly sliding off his hair coming down. Out of habit he shook it out as he looked up at Trevor who was crouched on a knee and a few feet away. Train himself settled into a large chair as he looked at him. There was a graceful elegance to his movements probably from using melee weapons and being a duelist. Or Blade Master or something. Regardless he moved with a grace that Train in some instances envied as he closed his eyes to calm himself for a moment.

Lord this guy has something to him that you can't ignore for fear you're going to miss something.

Train opened his golden eyes again.

"You're not bothering me," Train said softly as he looked at the window now and then casting sidelong glances at Trevor.

"As for the thoughts well they're just silly ones," Train said with a stubborn shake of his head unaware the flush on his cheeks could be a dead giveaway. Again he shifted another glance and quickly averted his eyes.

[Trevor]

"silly or no, I'd like to hear them." He stood up, and looked at the numbers and equations Train had been going over. Wow... I can't understand a single thing here. Train must be a genius. Trevor was no fool, but he was not as book smart as Train... not by a long shot. He let out a whistle as he surveyed Train's work. "It's nice to know you have silly thoughts. You seem a little too serious sometimes." He walked around to Train's chair. "I give you credit though. I could never understand any of what your working on. I envy your brilliance a bit." He gave Train a smile. He looked at the boy's face before letting his eyes dance quickly upon the rest of his body. It was brief, as he didn't want to make Train uncomfortable. He is cute. I can see why Keiko likes him.

He placed an hand on Train's shoulder, and guided him to turn slightly. He could feel Train's uncertainty, but he soothed him with a few words. "Trust me. You could use a good back rub." He placed his other hand on the remaining shoulder, and proceeded to massage them.

"You need to relax. You are way to tense, and you work way too hard." He was gentle but firm, his hands attempting to remove the tight strain in his shoulders. He leaned down so he could speak softly into Train's ear. "So, share with me. What is on your mind?"

[Train Volaere]

He shifted for a moment and looked up not believing his ears for that brief moment. He wanted to hear them? Train blinked a few times not sure how to respond to that as he ran his fingers through his hair. Nervous habit made him want to chew on the tip of his thumb as Trevor came closer. He was glad that Train had silly thoughts? He blinked again not sure if he understood that. To him having serious thoughts was kind of ingrained in his personality from living in a military lifestyle for so long. Even Arche had only corrupted him so much most of her work being set-back when he moved to Nevada. Train looked down for a moment thinking on that line of thought as he heard the whistle over his work and the next comment.

“Even though I understand it my father calls it natural genius and gift. A lot of what I understand is sort of a natural understanding. Like someone placed the thoughts in my head long before I came across them in my own studies. D-13 refers to me as the Rocket Alchemist for my knowledge of combustion and chemicals dealing with explosives. I guess after being with the military for so long I kind of forgot how to relax. What I know is a result of government training and natural knowledge and ability. An Alchemist can’t simply create as people might believe. We’re only shifting the atoms to what we desire. Everything we can and can not do alchemists have to understand the principles for,” Train’s soft voice was in the quiet room as he looked at the scattered notes.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born with the knowledge that I have but, it’s just something that I can not ignore now. Whether or not I like it sometimes I have to knuckle down and apply my knowledge. Not for the greedy claws for the government but, Alchemists like scientists want our work applied for the greater good. Sure governments especially militaries will abuse what we discover but, it’s the equivalent cost for near unlimited research materials, privileges, and instant rank,” There was an almost bitter note to the rank part. “I became a Major as soon as I graduated from OCS on the insistence from my father so he could ship me to the D-13 without trouble.”

He shook his head and looked down and jumped slightly when he felt the hands on his shoulders and shivered a bit. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He was tired and worn and you know what? Company right about now felt damn good even if he did make him nervous he sure as hell didn’t want him to leave. He felt the fingers slowly working into stiff muscles and he leaned back even more. He winced at painful parts but, for the most part didn’t move as he heard Trevor saying he worked to hard. That was what people thought? Well then again it wasn’t like he could say he wasn’t he knew the reason he was tired it was sitting on his desk in front of him. A shiver went down his spine when he heard the whisper in his ear.

“That’s not what’s on my mind though. If it was then I’d fall asleep as usual since I’ve long grown used to it,” Train admitted as he looked down for a moment. He rubbed the back of his head for a moment and sighed softly. “You’re going to call me crazy but…is it wrong for a guy to be interested in another? I mean not just friendship wise but…” he flushed hard and lost his voice.

[Trevor]

Trevor smiled. Train was embarrassed by his thoughts, and worried that Trevor might judge him. Trevor was far from judging anyone, as he felt it was not his place to do so. "I don't think it is crazy at all. I myself happen to be interested in a guy." He smiled at the back of Train's head. "I think that to limit yourself to what is considered "right" by the majority is wrong. Just like you said, you shift atoms. I am not a genius like you, but what are we made up of? Atoms, and nothing more, right? Every being is the same, different only slightly in design. If you are attracted to someone, what does it matter if they are male or female?"

He moved his hands to Train's neck, rubbing at the two muscles that were on either end of his spine. he worked on the boy's neck, hoping that he could ease the strain and allow the boy some much deserved relaxation. "You look so young to have been in the military. The abilities you have sound facinating... I would love to watch you use them someday. I only know how to use one spell myself, and I don't understand how it works. I only know it does... I fell it, and there it is. To know how things work, to be able to break it down... that is simply amazing." He was a bit in awe of Train's accomplishments, though he could tell that there was a bit of animosity toward his military experience.

"My life hasn't been nearly as eventful as yours. My parents were slaves to a merchant, and I when I was born, I became another one of the mans servants. I was only four when I was bought by a man who wanted a son, and he took me in. He was the leader of a clan of warriors, and he was the one who first taught me how to use a sword. I developed my own style, and the clan gave me the nickname Swift Dragon. The star tattoo under my neck was given to me when I turned fourteen. It is a symbol of the clan, and I still love them dearly. That same day Max, the man who was their leader and my adopted father, pulled me aside and told me of my real parents. He hated taking me from them, but the merchant wouldn't let him buy their freedom.

I left the clan then to free my parents, thanking Max for his honesty. I went back to the merchant, and took my parents from there. I had to fight, but no one ended up hurt. I got to live with my parents and spend time with them. My mom enrolled me in this school, and so, now I am here."

He had been rubbing the boy's neck, and kept it up as it seemed his neck was a tad sensitive. They had both opened up to each other, and Trevor felt a bit better about talking to him about something on a more personal note. "When I first got here, I thought you and Keiko were, well, together. But, I guess she is just a very affectionate girl. For what is its worth, I think you two would make a cute couple." He smiled, thinking on how it would be, her with her off-the-wall personality and Train with his much calmer self. They would be like two opposites, but they would compliment each other nicely. "So, if you don't mind, who is the lucky guy who has your interest? If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. You sounded a bit embarrassed when you asked me if it was crazy to like a guy. But, rest assured, your secrets are safe with me."

With that, he smiled and continued the back rub. He left one of his hands to continue working Train's neck, the other he moved to work the area between the shoulder blade and the spine.

[Train Volaere]

He shifted for a moment almost relieved that Trevor didn’t find him crazy as Train relaxed a bit more. He blushed for a moment when he admitted that he was attracted to a guy as well and was a bit curious who it was. He shook his head mentally for a moment to regain control of his nerve as he was right now trying to relax. Trying to get a hold of himself and keep himself controlled. Hah that wasn’t easy considering the fact that Trevor was working into his neck during some of the moments and he had to keep a lot of concentration on that to keep from shivering. His neck was sensitive as hell sometimes and each moment that Trevor worked in his fingers wasn’t a good thing for Train.

“People are more then just atoms and compounds they have souls and a mind. Something that Alchemy could never hope to duplicate. We can’t cross the threshold of life and death. Many Alchemists consider that forbidden territory since we still respect God’s work even as we try to learn the universe more intimately.” Train said quietly.

Well it depends on how I look at it. I mean someone who I’m…well that is…well I’m just saying it’s not a bad idea in the right light! Yeah good one…

“I’ll give you a demonstration sometimes if you want. The entire dorm is under a large alchemic circle so I can alter and fix things as needed.” Train admitted and flushed at the compliments of his achievements. They weren’t really achievements in his eyes more like arranged circumstances and the government wanting his natural knowledge. He shifted for a moment not making a return comment on that as he listened to Trevor’s own story. He had been a slave as had his parents and he listened at it progressed. Each moment his neck assaulted by that soft and diligent touch that was working into him and driving him made at times from the attention.

He shifted for a moment as he heard him finish and what more he was applying even more attention to his neck. The little shifts and squirms were starting to become more noticeable now as his sensitive neck was under attack. He looked down at the ground his hair hiding his flushing cheeks for a moment. He heard the comment of him and Keiko looking like a couple and he nearly blinked. He’d sure as hell like to be something more to Keiko then cuddle buddy and good friend yet he felt like she wasn’t telling him something. Even when he was not thinking about it he felt like a bundle of nerves around her sometimes unable to get anything out. Situation? Hopeless.

He blinked when he heard the question and his cheeks were now a cherry red the kind you would see on someone just coming in from the snow.

“U-hm…well the thing is I…uhhh…well err….you….uhmm…” he looked down helplessly again during that moment he had almost made a move to look back but…he couldn’t get the nerve. Did he admit it? Hell he was just a bundle of nerves right then just like when he was around Keiko most of the time.

"YOU FIRST!" He squeaked.

[Trevor]

Trevor could see that Train was enjoying his touch. The boy squirmed, and Trevor found it very cute. He listened as he explained himself, and even shared that he could alter the dorm. Hmmm... my decorating problem just became much simpler. Once Trevor had asked his question, Train's composure seemed to fall apart. He was shy, and getting increasingly more nervous. Trevor smiled... by Train's reaction, he could tell what the answer was. So... it is a mutual thing... well then...

Trevor was much less shy than Train. He had found himself long ago, and never made any attempt to hide who he was. He had been attracted to may different types of people, but never was in a relationship. He had his share of cuddle friends. The clan he was with traveled all over the place, and Trevor had met so many interesting people. With his personality, he was well liked, and was able to give and receive affection easily.

He leaned down behind Train, and spoke softly into his ear, as the hand on his neck went from massaging it, to running his fingers lightly up and down slowly, the sensitive skin beneath his fingers getting little goosebumps at his touch. "Me first? If you insist. I'll describe him to you. Maybe you know him. He is cute, has blond hair, and he shares a dorm with a hyper-active redheaded girl. Know anyone like that?" As he finished, the hand that had been rubbing his back reached up and touched Train's cheek. He shifted so he was in front of the blond boy, his hand still teasing the back of his neck. Before giving the boy a chance to answer him, Trevor placed his lips against Train's. The whole move was graceful, as Trevor moved like a soft breeze. The kiss was soft and sensual, and one he hoped Train enjoyed as much as he did.

He pulled back after a few moments, and looked the boy in the eyes, smiling. "So... it's your turn. Who might the guy be?" The question was playful,

[Train Volaere]

Train did indeed get goose bumps at the touch that was now tormenting his neck so casually by Trevor. He actually gave a small little shiver as the sensitive skin was under assault repeatedly. This man was tempting him beyond belief and anything that Train could lobby against it was quickly demolished by something that just said ‘go for it’ in the most blunt fashion. He found himself lost in the touch and was completely lost on what to say or do for that matter. He was at the disadvantage here and he wasn’t sure what it was but, he knew that whatever it was that he lacked was something that Trevor did not from the way that he handled himself. Train almost made a small noise. A small noise that would have escaped his mouth and echoed in the room. The little sensual touches were driving him nuts he having no clue how long it would last at the rate that Trevor was going. He looked down and his cheeks were flushed and he heard Trevor’s voice in his ear murmuring.

OH. MY. GOD. This is just KYAH what do I do what do I do what do I do?! I just he just oh man this is just…its CRAZY dag nabbit I don’t know what to do!

Then like a breeze Trevor was in front of him after describing Train in a vague way but, that wasn’t the end of it as Trevor leaned forward. Train’s eyes shifted upwards in time but, at the same time it wasn’t. He found himself in a similar kiss that Keiko had not given him more then a few times a few days ago. A soft and sensual kiss that encouraged reaction Train trying so hard NOT TO NUZZLE into that touch. It was that soft and calloused hand that was caressing his cheek and driving Train mad with the little sensations that were going through him. Logic had officially gone out the window as Train hesitated very weakly for a few moments and found that he was returning it for a few moments. His eyes snapped open and he broke it slowly and looked down flushing. This was crazy he was crazy Trevor…KYAH HE JUST KISSED TREVOR…and well a part of him liked it but, OH MY GOD what the hell did he do now?! He shook his head rapidly truly new to the entire idea and it was obvious as he chewed on his lower lips for several moments before speaking.

“You must find me crazy, so does Keiko,” Train said with a weak laugh for a moment as he ran his own fingers through his hair for a moment. “Both of you so much more confident then me yet I’m around the same age,” he chewed his lip again so nervous. “Yet both kisses…from her and now you…I…I liked them…” he mumbled flushing even harder his hair covering his cheeks.

[Trevor]

"Your not crazy. But, you are shy. You need to relax, and give in to your feelings every now and again. But, I think your shyness makes you cute." He stroked Train's hair, letting his fingers brush the boys ears and neck. "I am not the type to force you to do anything you don't want to. I am glad you liked the kiss. I did too." He smiled then, enjoying the fact that Train was open minded. The boy squirmed a little under Trevor's touch, and it only made him look even more cute.

Trevor knelt a little closer, able to whisper in Train's ear. "You know, we are alone right now. If you wanted to resume that kiss, I'd be happy to fulfill that request." He nuzzled Train's cheek with his nose, enjoying being affectionate with his new roommate. He continued to play with Train's hair and neck, waiting for his response. If he was open to it, but too shy, Trevor would once again take the initiative and help Train to get more comfortable. This night was turning out to be much better than it had looked initially. To think... I might still be in my room decorating. This is much better. And who knows how far it will go? It's all up to you Train.

[Train Volaere]

Train shook his head rapidly for a moment as he gently stood up his body pressing into Trevor’s for a moment making him blush even more. HE WAS NOT CUTE DAMN IT! He just he didn’t fall under the cute category no that was Keiko yeah she was the cute and hyperactive ball of joy that everybody loved. How the heck did an inactive military officer who was a nerd in some cases fit into the cute category? Train didn’t know and right then he wasn’t going to find out as he relaxed a bit more when he felt fingers in his hair. He was blushing still but, hey what the heck he was supposed to do he wasn’t exactly sure and these feelings were kind of nice so it was a situation that he didn’t know how to step into exactly. He bit his lip again a habit that was really becoming active in this moment as he looked up at Trevor. The soft touches that Trevor was giving him felt nice and he closed his eyes just enjoying that for the moment as he tried to sort out his things. Wait a sec wait a sec he wasn’t confident okay that was obvious but, damn it was it so obvious?!

Obviously it is to him this is so not good or is it good?! I don’t know hell this is all just so confusing to me! Wait calm down Train don’t go hyper-ventilating yet just try to calm down and react to it. Try and react to it in a calm and civilized manner so you don’t freak out.

HE LIKED THE KISS?!

KYAH OH MY GOD! @_@

Situation for Train was well defiantly one he wasn’t going to get out of untouched. Wait no that’s wrong that is so dirty yet at the same time it is so very suited to the situation the young alchemist found himself in. Here was one gorgeous guy right in front of him wanting Train to express himself in ways he wasn’t sure about and he was being patient. Just who the hell up there was writing out the roommates anyways?! He gets the guy who goes bi, the bouncy hot paper mage, and his best friend Arche who had developed quite well. What was this dorm?! ORGY CITY? Or what damn it to all hell this was quite a pickle of a situation that he was in. Biting his lip for a moment he shifted his head and closed his eyes kissing Trevor on the lips briefly before pulling back and blushing and carefully made his way to his bed where he sat down and lay back on it. Oh bloody hell he was nervous and here that guy was acting so cool and calm. Well hell Train didn’t have the same experiences growing up as him and thus he was at a huge disadvantage that Trevor seemed to find amusing in all of this. Yet he hadn’t sent him away.

Oh no. Train was laying there waiting unsure on the next step.

[Trevor]

Trevor smiled as the kiss came. It was brief, but sweet. Then, Train went and did something unexpected. He went and laid down on the bed. It had to be unintentional. But, what was Trevor to do? He like Train, and was not going to waste the opportunity to cuddle with the blond. Even if nothing happened, he would be quite content holding the alchemist, continuing to stroke his hair and neck.

Trevor climbed into bed next to Train, sliding one arm under the pillows and the other gently upon Train's chest. He nuzzled Train's cheek again before whispering in his ear. "Don't do anything you don't want to. I will understand." He then leaned down and kissed Train's neck. Now, it wasn't just one kiss, but several light kisses. As he continued, he let his tongue out just slightly, enough to add to the sensual nature of the whole thing. he brought his other hand up from Train's chest to his hair, and stroked it lightly.

He stopped only for a brief moment, and raised his lips to Train's ear again. "Train, I'm glad I was assigned this dorm. I hope I don't make you uncomfortable. I like you, and I don't want to push you away. If I am to forward, or you want to stop, just tell me. And don't worry... if you don't want anyone to know about this, I promise to keep it a secret."

[Train Volaere]

It had already started to rain that night a loud rumbling of thunder sounding in the clouds overhead. Lightning crackled in the clouds above the academy. That always was a tricky thing living here in this place. You never knew when the weather could just randomly do something crazy.

When Hamsters Invade.

Cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli...

Shuffle.

Skitter skitter skitter skitter.

In the cute and adorable room of one Keiko Nihara there was quite a problem up there to be dealt with. Her room had been invaded by the hamsters that she had made war with before. One of them was standing on her chest right this moment and it's beady little crystalline eyes were looking at her sleeping form. It chittered something mechanical as it leaned forward for a moment and scampered forward a bit more to where it was right in front of her face. Lightly it touched the nose tip with one of it's cold metal claws. Again it chittered something to one of the allies that were in the room looking for the source of her power. Strange missiles and arrows had attacked their brethren and they wanted to find these weapons and get rid of them.

Train's Room

Train shifted for a moment actually shivering slightly from the attention that Trevor was giving him. He wasn't going to reject it hell no it was damn comfortable feeling and a part of him was enjoying it. He found himself no longer alone in his bed though as Trevor was now laying beside him and nuzzling yes nuzzling into Train. He shivered and hesitantly nuzzled back before he heard the whispering in his ear for the moment. How the bloody hell Trevor was staying so calm during all of this boggled Train's mind briefly. Couldn't he just be a teensy weensy bit nervous so he wouldn't feel like such a rookie?! Again that breeze-like voice was in his ear as he felt an arm over his chest. He didn't have the graceful swordsman build that Trevor carried but, he couldn't help but, enjoy the attention he was getting.

My god he's good...

Train thought to himself as he let out a low moan from his lips when he felt Trevor's lips connect with the skin of his neck repeatedly. Several light feather-soft kisses with the sensual action from the tongue kicking in. It was enough to make Train's breathing uneasy as he felt fingers slowly going through his hair. This was just freaking nuts! Yet Train shifted closer and nuzzled his head into the broad chest for a moment.

"You're fine," he whispered after his silence for so long he reaching up and running his fingertips against Trevor's chest slowly considering what his next move could be. He shifted and kissed the chest slightly his cheeks flushed from the moment but, he looked up and gave a small smile.

[Trevor]

He is feeling less tense. Perhaps he is ready for something more... Trevor had let out a soft moan as Train kissed his chest. He continued to stroke his neck. With his other hand, the one that was just on Train's chest, he ran down his body, allowing Train to feel each finger over his clothes. He stopped at the boy's waist, bringing it up his side. Once more he ran his hand down, reaching his waist again. This time, he brought his hand across toward his stomach, and continued down. Once he reached Trains manhood, he stroked him through his pants, and leaned in for a tender kiss full on the mouth.

So that was it... a hand to pleasure his neck, the other pleasing him down below, and a kiss. Train was being given the caring treatment of someone experienced, but in a caring way. Trevor didn't rush, and all of his actions were tender. He genuinely liked Train, and he wanted to let him express what was considered forbidden by many. The blond boy was obviously nervous, unsure yet wanting to feel and experience this new sensation Trevor was providing.

He moved from kissing Train's lips to his neck, though this time with a bit more passion than before. He sucked a little on the sensitive skin, kissing and licking him on the soft, smooth area. He brought his head up for a moment, only to whisper "If you want more, let me know. There are things we could do together, but only if you are ready. We can do as much or as little as you want. Just let me know." With that, he resumed kissing his neck, enjoying the moment immensely.

[Keiko Nihara]

Thunder clashed and lightning filled the room. Showing the pink and white decor. It was about as cute as a room could get without plastering Winnie the Pooh all over the walls with a baby crib by the window. Fuzzy things and shiny things and a huge amount of stuffed animals filled the cute little redheads room. All this was shone but something was out of place.

Dozens of little rodents were eagerly searching her room for weapons that she didnt have. To look at this cute little room you wouldn't think that anything dangerous was in here. Of course not. Where would it be? Well to answer that question aside from the stacks of pink and other various colored papers on her desk that were stacked there was the small but cute little girl sleeping in her large pink bed. Thunder stroke and shook the room slightly and her eyes shot open. Oh how she was scared of thunder.

But her eyes widened when she saw what was sitting on her chest. Quickly she knocked the little hamster off and she sat up her fear making her shake between the thunder and the invasion.

"OHHHH MYYY GOD!!!!" she screamed as papers began to fly all over the place impaling rodents with arrows blowing them up with missles as she grabbed her yellow teddy and made for the door.

Once out she used paper to block the way out squealed as she ran cutely over to Train's room just across the hall the door was open thank God. She was scared so scared and it seemed he was awake. She was dressed in a small little tank top that hugged her small body since it was a warm night and flannel pale yellow pants with little bunnies hopping around on them. She ran into the room.

"TRAIN!!!! The storm. And the hamsters they attacked me and they..."

She frozed. Just two feet inside the door she froze and her eyes opened wide. She looked at him and Trevor on the bed together sharing an intimate moment. Oh...

"Oh no! I'm so sorry. I thought.. but we.. but.. I .. right.. I just.. " she turned around and sped off into the living room.

Hadn't he just kissed her like.. this morning making out with her on the couch? Must have been one of those fluke things. She curled up on the couch and shivered. She wouldn't be able to sleep now. Not with hamsters on the loose and with thunder all around. Maybe she could go out for a bit. But that required clothes and those were in her room in hamsterville where she sure as hell didn't want to go.

So she lay there cringing every time the thunder struck as she stared up at the ceiling. She wasn't sure what to do now. She could read.. no no she couldn't do that her books.. in Hamsterville. Damn.