If someone was to touch him he wanted it to be like that. His heart dropped a little, he wished Izumi could be that person. He wanted Izumi to be that person...

Finally awakening from his thought she saw his hands were already pruning and he began to actually start his shower.

oOo

After his shower he slowly moved to the sofa ready to go to bed when he looked at his laptop sitting on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa slowly looking grimly in disgust at the laptop. Old cum still on the screen of the laptop filled him with absolute contempt for himself. The last thing his mother ever gave him; sitting there, witness to everything, vandalized and looking disgraced. He could see his mothers beautiful face smiling as if just behind his vision and suddenly felt unease and watched from above.

oOo

Nishi pretended to sleep as Izumi got ready for school. He had kept his back to the door and his eyes shut keeping very still. Last night was extremely awkward but he had also discovered wonderful things. He had plans for today. Very, special, adventurous plans. The fear of cloud of witness was easily over passed by a morbid and obsessive curiosity that had plagued him all night as he tried to sleep.

He craved it like a drug.

All this time he had thought the reason porn had no interest was that porn was stupid, come to find out that he had just simply been watching the wrong kind. His toe's squirmed under the blanket as he dug his finger's into the couch cushions trying to pass the time.

Leave already!

Eventually he did. Izumi finished getting ready and closed the door without a word. Nishi after a long painful minute passed hoped up, and immediately turned on his computer. He opened the internet and his eye's fixed on the search bar. It was like his key to the uncharted world he couldn't wait to explore, he only needed to choose a map. This was slightly more exciting then the first time because he knew already that the results would be, pleasurable.

"Tsuma."

The internet header read in a curvy sleek looking writing of silver with a black back drop. The web page was basic, but effective. It had an air of unassuming and innocence to it.

It slightly perked his interest.

He relaxed against the sofa as he looked over the pictures slowly, analyzing them. It was a post wall of picture of the same woman. Just a simple housewife, she had a curvaceous body with wide hips and a small waist. It seemed like she was in her upper class bathroom trying to look sexy for her camera by pushing her extremely large breast together.

Nishi entertained himself with the thought that she was some politicians wife and that these picture's were just being sent to some sleaze who actually works under her husband in the campaign and accidentally rubbed up against her once. The next four pictures were all taken by her. The first was her in a little lacy, red lingerie dress, the second was of her in see through panties and a tight push up bra that made her already amazing breasts even more impressive, the third was her pinching her own pretty little dusty red nipples, and the last was of her fingering herself. Nishi was only slightly turned on by all this, it seemed that even that was more likely to have been because he had already been excited from anticipation but as he scrolled down to the next image a small smile started to grow across his face.

It appeared to be the same woman, her black hair sprawled around, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. But the best part was she was sitting in some ones car truck as if they were about to slam the trunk closed on her. The following pictures only got progressively worse and more and more violent. There seemed to be one man in charge of the operation, how foolish of him to reveal his tattoo's in the picture. Her was pulling her hair, then pulling out her hair. Eventually there was a blade. Oh, the wonderful things that man could do with a blade. He dissected the woman like a frog, and she was far more graceful that way. But that tattoo was evidence that could get a man arrested. If he was to abduct a woman and relieve her of her miserable little life, he would be sure not to make such a stupid mistake...

And then just like that he found himself fantasizing about killing another person. The fear in there eyes, the power he could feel. The excitement. What would be better then killing a little housewife? Actually, Nishi could take a pretty trusting guess that killing a man, a real man. Would be far more rewarding. It would be harder, but that was what would make it more satisfying. It might have been pretty sweet killing the weak, but the weak are cheap. Woman, children, little animals. Those are cheap easy kills. A strong man must feel so much better. He wasn't even thinking of this in a homoerotic fashion, a healthy male was simply a more honorable target.

He spent the entire morning browsing on his computer for the most abhorrent and offensive of material. Even after he had jacked off he still sat and stared at the screen.

oOo

After he managed to tear himself away from the wonderful festivities; Nishi shower again feeling just slightly dirty but not nearly as bad as last night. He slipped back into the suit and pulled a gray sweatshirt over it, it was a little uncomfortable but he felt a lot less naked. He fiddled with the neck of the suit stripping it a little lower so it was hidden under the sweatshirt. Pants felt even more uncomfortable over it but he couldn't risk going without the suit.

The air smelled a lot less stale outside. He wasn't really to sure where to go. He decided to wander the streets for a little while, he weaved into dark alleys unafraid of any bigger, older men sitting around. What could they do to him? If anything he could be hurting them for the hell of it. He kind of felt cool, like some type of predator. Like king in his own territory. Eventually he notice the sky was starting to become bright orange, the sun was setting, he could almost feel a blood lust in his veins, it was very abnormal.

He itched to stay out longer, he knew what he wanted but it was almost like he too afraid to admit it too himself. He wanted to hurt someone. In the dark. Hear them scream. Maybe kill them. The darker the sky got the more the feeling pulled at his heart strings like he was missing some true love he was suppose to meet at sunset. A little heavy hearted he decided to return to the apartment, it was time to face Izumi. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the man. Maybe he could take more control this time rather then let Izumi do whatever he pleased, or maybe it was too much trouble altogether.

oOo

When Nishi opened the apartment door he was greeted to the pleasant smell of some type of stew or soup. Nishi shut the door behind him quietly and eased himself closer to the kitchen to look at Izumi. The man was mixing something in a pot at the stove he was wearing some black short sleeved shirt and Nishi found himself staring at the muscles in his arms. He still thought that Iuzmi looked really dumb doing domestic things. "What's up?" Izumi said in an odd tone. Not turning around to look at the boy. Nishi was taken back and set into the tiny kitchen area. "Nothing, what are you cooking?" Izumi stood still for awhile starring at the pot. "Kare Raisu." His voice sounded very strained, Nishi wasn't sure if he was angry. Nishi decided it was best to go sit down on the sofa and not say anything. He picked up his laptop form his things and started to double check that he had deleted all his history. He occasionally glanced up at Izumi working in the little corner of the room that was the kitchen as the spicy smell filled the room. As he was pretending that his desktop was really interesting Izumi served the soup into a second bowl, confirming Nishi was going to get to eat with him. "Nishi, dinner." He said plainly.

oOo

It was extremely awkward eating his meal when across from him was Izumi. "Oh." Izumi started suddenly. "Someone let a dog loose in school today, a little shiba inu. It was really cute." Izumi's voice was unnaturally pleasant. Nishi tried to stop himself form cocking an eyebrow. "It got past the teacher's and took a shit in the hallway." He followed the sentence with a burst of very forced and fake laughter and his eye's look to Nishi's. Nishi slouched lower in his chair and forced a small smile on his lips. Izumi looked dejected seeming to get the hint he was making the boy uncomfortable and let out a drawn out sigh. "I'm sorry. Okay?" He said in a low voice. Nishi looked up frowning and glaring at him. "I apologize." He said slightly louder. He was looking directly down into the bowl. His face was blank of expression, he was still eating as if he was trying to pretend he wasn't speaking.

Nishi wasn't sure what to say so he just made a grunt of acknowledgement and kept eating. When they were done Nishi got up and took on the chore of washing the dishes. Nishi kept his eyes down on sink not particularly thinking of anything except how awkward dinner was. He felt a presence behind him he assumed Izumi just needed something from the cabinets until he felt something warm pressed to the side of his cheek. Nishi's eyes widened. "Wha?"He gasped out jerking his head down. Izumi's clean scent seemed to flood his scenes suddenly over powering any spicy smell still lingering from dinner. Nishi clung to the plate he was holding not daring to look up. "What?" Izumi said in a dark tone. His voice was much closer then Nishi had originally thought. "No, shut up. It's just, you kissed me." Nishi said quickly. Izumi started to give a soft little laugh. "You always had to add an insult to everything." The middle school student was starting to feel very stupid. "You never kissed my face before." Izumi was quiet for a few seconds. "Huh? No, I guess I haven't." He said sounding a little surprised he leaned forward and then turn his head to kiss Nishi again on the the cheek. It sort of reminded him of the kiss his mother would give him when he washed to dishes without her asking. "I already apologized, are you still mad?" He murmured softly into the boys cheek and kissed him again.

Nishi straighten his spine a little not letting go of the plate or looking at the man. Izumi rested his lips to the side of his temple. "Do you like me?" He asked softly. Nishi's blood pressure spiked at that moment. He felt a weird boiling in his blood an odd mix of anger and infatuation. "I guess so." He said slowly. He honestly wasn't sure if he was lying. Izumi placed his hands on Nishi's shoulders and was pulling to turn him around. Nishi stubbornly held his ground trying to keep his place at the sink. Izumi gave a soft laugh, "Why won't you turn." Nishi dropped the plate in the sink. It didn't chip. Nishi just kept his eye's down watching it in the dish water as it sunk to the bottom. "I don't want too." He said sternly using a regular tone. Izumi tugged on his shoulders again more roughly. "Don't you want to kiss me?" All Nishi could think of was that before he walked into this apartment this afternoon he had felt like a predator. And he had liked feeling that way.

How do I take control?

"You can kiss me if you want I don't care." Nishi said in the plainest voice he could muster. The boy was quickly spun around. Izumi looked down on him for a second smirk. Nishi's hand's were left awkwardly at his side drenched, dripping and covered in soap. Izumi bent down and leaned his face very close to the smaller boys so that they were nose to nose and Nishi watched Izumi slowly close his eyes and smile. Izumi slightly bent his head and merely placed his lips against the boys for a few seconds. Nishi stood still waiting for something to happen.

Eventually Izumi placed the slightest amount of suction and started pecking him chastely. The boy closed his eye's and tried to copy whatever Izumi did just to avoid looking stupid. Eventually Izumi placed his hands on Nishi's face trying to get him to lift his head up more as the slow awkward kiss continued with Nishi's lose hanging arms starting to get tired. He could feel the drips of water form his finger tips hitting his socks and soon he was thinking more about this then of Izumi.

The kiss somehow became even slower to the point were it stopped. Izumi pulled away with a string of spit still connecting there lips, which Nishi thought was odd because it was closed mouth. Izumi gave a jeering kind of smirk. "You know what I just thought of? You were wrong, I kissed you last night." He said cool-ly and stepped away from the boy and went to the bathroom softly closing the door behind him.

The boy's face was a bit stoic, he could feel the man's lips still moving against his own like a ghost. He stayed staring at the wall as his heart beat loudly in his chest.

As Nishi heard the shower start he was left to his own thoughts and damp socks.

Wait no!

His mind cried out. He needed to screw with Izumi he couldn't be left speechless and embarrassed again. He ran to the bathroom door and practically threw it open. Izumi gave him a quizzical look and cocked an eyebrow, he was naked about to get into the shower with a red-ish twitching hard on. "Have fun jacking off to guys, hypocrite!" Nishi sneered and slammed the door on Izumi's dumbfounded face.