I look too weak, I'm too small.

A slight comfort was that Izumi's hard on was still solid and twitching and he looked very drunk on what seemed like desire. It was slightly reassuring. "Lay on the bed, on your stomach." Nishi hesitated. "What are you really going to do... really?" He asked. Izumi's gaze didn't meet his he was looking over the boys body the only expression showing in his face was the clouds of lust hazed over in his eyes.

Finally the man spoke a little anger in his voice. "I'm not gonna fuck you, just get on the bed, now." So Nishi found himself laying still on his stomach. As desirable as he found Izumi there was nothing turning him on about laying on the bed like a sorry victim. He felt Izumi's hands running over his back and over his ass. The entire thing felt awkward, but Izumi was breathing quite heavily. He felt Izumi's hair tickle his back lightly as the man lowered his head and began to suck and kiss his back in random places. Goose bumps creeping up his arms Nishi ignored the feeling and stared at the dusty curtains draped over the window and then his eyes shifted back to the cluttered nightstand. Izumi's hands were pressing him quite hard into the bed. Nishi wished he would stop. It was like Izumi thought he was going to run away. Izumi brought his hands lower and began to spread his legs open more. Nishi suddenly felt Izumi shove something warm and hard up against his sphincter.

Panic and sickness rushed through him. "Stop what the fuck are you doing!" He barked pushing him self away. Izumi grabbed his waist and pulled him back into place. "I already told you I'm not going to put it in!" Nishi felt the anger in him boil up. "Then keep your fucking dick away form my ass!" Izumi pulled his head up by his hair enough so that he could look into his eyes, "Are you talking to me like that?" He said in a stern dark voice. But there was this level of absolute uncontainable rage that always seemed to burst out of the way his body shook with anger.

Izumi released the boys head letting it fall against the bed. Nishi stayed silent now biting the inside of his mouth. Izumi sighed again his body seemed to soften as the angry tension in the man melted when he began to rubbed his cock threw the boys crack in shallow thrusts that ended when the head just slightly pushed up to his entrance. Nishi felt nothing but revulsion and nausea. Izumi let out a dragged out shaky moan. Then giving another rougher push up to the boys entrance. "I like, to tease myself." Izumi gasped again sliding back in and out in more shallow thrust's so not to even meet the entrance at all. "I think it show's discipline, so before I fuck them, I tease myself." Izumi started laughing slightly running his hands over Nishi's shoulder blades. "It drives me fucking insane." Nishi put his head down and closed his eyes. The room was filled with moaning. Izumi sputtering out nonsense as he practiced his 'teasing' method. The man was pressing the boy again, roughly into the bed and as Nishi opened his eyes to see the blanket bellow him he wasn't sure how to describe how he was feeling. This wasn't arousing, there was nothing stimulating about this at all.

It wasn't good.

It was almost bad.

Honestly, he felt a little embarrassed for the both of them.

Izumi was so handsome and powerful, and yet the entire activity fell flat. Nishi's emotions were starting to move from revolution to pity. That was the first time he had ever pitied Izumi. Izumi's deep groans were getting humiliatingly loud.

Nishi was starting to suspect Izumi was getting off to the sound of his own voice echoing threw his skull."Urg! Fuck. Can I put just the head in? Just the head?" Izumi's voice sounding uncharacteristically desperate.

A laugh was suppressed by a dragged puff that escaped the boys lips. He rose his head slowly off the bed feeling the mans grip tighten on his body. "Then you would have no discipline." He said carefully. He allowed himself to drop back down feeling the anger boiling in Izumi. Izumi started rubbing his ass again slowly. "How about my little finger?" He said outstretching his arm to show the finger in question to his face. "I'm not your girlfriend." Nishi said swatting the finger away. "I just want to see just how tight it is." Nishi shook his head starting to feel nauseous again. "No, fuck off." The anger tighten up in his brow threw his back making his limbs shake. The bed creaked as Izumi's weight moved over to the edge of the bed. "Stop being a little bitch about this." Nishi didn't even move his head this time and just simply retorted a, "Fuck you." The bed shifted again as Izumi was now holding himself up over Nishi. The boy could feel his erection pressed against his back. "Look I got some lotion here, it's suppose to feel really good. Normally, fagots like it." Something set fire inside of the boy, he lunged up trying to punch Izumi as hard as he could Izumi just grabbed his fist after the third or fourth pitiful punch to the chest. Izumi squeezed Nishi's hand. Nishi frown as the pain started to spike up in his knuckles. Izumi released his hand still sitting on the bed naked and expressionless.

Nishi fell back humiliated to the other side of the mattress and quickly got off the bed and started to redress. "What was that about?" Izumi asked watching the boy struggling to get his pants on so quickly he was nearly falling over. Nishi stopped and looked form his feet to Izumi's puzzled face. The anger was raging threw him. But he was afraid. If he went off on Izumi again, he might get angry. His hand still shaking with rage and fear reached up to brush the stray hairs out of his face as he stood up straight again feeling a little more confident now with clothes to armor himself. "How could you call me that?" He said slowly trying to sound calm.

Izumi's brows knitted together as if he couldn't process the thoughts. "You're the one that does weird things to me!" Nishi said raising his voice. Izumi sat on the side of the bed and pulled his boxers back on. Then looked back to him. "Well that different. It's just sex to me, you actually like this stuff." Nishi crossed his arms trying to keep the hatred out of his eyes. "I didn't like any part of this, t-this, shit!" He sputtered out making a gesture to the twisted sheets of the bed.

Izumi shrugged simply a smile nearly came over the mans face. "You're still a fagot; you like men." Nishi's eyes widen and the anger shook him even harder, every muscle in his arm twitched. "You fucking touch me! You're the fagot!" Izumi's eyes had a blank honest quality to them at that moment as Nishi's yelling nearly echoed off the walls, considerably odd since the room was filled with garbage. "No I'm not, you are," Izumi slowly raised a finger pressing it into his own temple. "-in you're head you only like men." Nishi huffed and started to trip pass the man walking over all the stuff on the floor. "You're a mind reader right?" He barked stopping in the bedrooms doorway. He brought his hand to the doorknob squeezing it tightly.

Izumi mumbled something that Nishi didn't care to understand all he could feel was that strong primal anger inside of him. "You're not just a fucking hypocrite, you also have magic psychic ability's!" Izumi's face was starting to look less and less stoic and more uncomfortable. His legs shifted and he flinch bring his hand to his stomach. "Oh, my motherfu-" "-Hey!" Nishi shouted standing up straighter.

Izumi looked up threw curtains of hair looking pained. Nishi stood there with an angry look on his face like he was waiting for some type of answer or apology. "Look," Izumi started with a sigh. "I can just tell by the way you look at me; I know you got your little freaky gore fetish but, you obviously want me to fuck you. You're a homo get over it." He said the entire thing plain and casually as Nishi squeezed the door knob tighter. "Fuck you! I never want you to touch me again!" Izumi shook his head looking slightly more pissed. "Go sleep on the coach, I feel like I got punch in the balls..." He's arms clutched his stomach tighter. "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WAS FUCKING DOING!" He screamed slamming the door as hard as he could. Before the door closed he caught one last look of Izumi's face who still looked puzzled by his rage. He turned to the living room shaking in anger only to hear, "Stop swearing so fucking much!" Being yelled threw the door. "HYPOCRITE!" Nishi screamed stomping to the bathroom. He heard another faint yell from the bedroom door, "-and stop yelling!"

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He had slammed the bathroom door before he had even turned on the light so he was trapped in darkness for a few seconds groping blindly for the light switch. Flicking it on he turned to the mirror to look at himself. He looked pretty drained and pale. He brought his still shaking fingers to his temples to rub them slowly. He leaned closer to the mirror, his eyes were a little red and puffy, he had done good, he hadn't cried, that asshole would be proud. How had it gone so horribly wrong? Nishi turned the shower on. He didn't wait for it to get warm he just undressed again and got in. The water flattened the hair to his head but for the longest time he didn't even bother to wash up, he stood in a daze. He thought he had liked Izumi, he got all excited whenever he was around. Izumi seemed to have a point if he liked a boy he was probably a homo and he probably should want to have sex with him.

Sex.

It was weird he had never watched a lot of porn. A lot of boys said they didn't but they were fucking lairs, but he was actually honest. He really didn't enjoy porn that much. It was hilarious to him usually, they were always the worst actors and actresses he had ever seen. The woman usually wouldn't shut the hell up and would over dramatize everything. Nishi was sure it must have felt really, really, good. But it couldn't have felt that good.

Woman, woman were weird and annoying, they held a certain amount of interest for him because they were different. Kind of like a mystery. But if the girls in his class were anything to go by they were a mystery better left alone even if their insides were apparently made of pure happiness and physical joy. It was hard to pin down what sexuality he was because he couldn't even understand what he thought was attractive. One word came to mind. Power. Power was sexy, having power was sexy. Being challenged. Someone who couldn't crush you and keep you down, but also couldn't be walked all over. Someone to push back, to be locked in a stalemate with.