Izumi got up to put his things away in his bedroom as he reappeared he closed the door behind him and noticed Nishi had put laptop on the coffee table and was watching him.

"Can I make us dinner? I'm hungry." Izumi was slightly taken back at such a simple question.

"You can cook?" He asked.

"Not really, but apparently better then you if breakfast was anything to go by."

oOo

Twenty minutes later Izumi was sitting in front of a bowl of stew. It smelled pretty good. Izumi took the first slurp. It was a pretty good mix of vegetables and some meat. His new house guest had found a way to make himself useful. Good.

"You hated my cooking that much huh?" Izumi said grinning taking another slurp.

"Not really, I dont think you look right cooking." Nishi said blowing on his spoon.

"You look much cooler..." Nishi caught Izumi's eye then looked down to his bowl. "Killing things..."

oOo

As it started to get late Nishi unzipped the black luggage bag and pulled out a T-shirt and sweatpants and undressed. Izumi who was washing dishes turned his head with the internal thought of,

He really doesn't mind changing in front of me?

This was obviously not really a big deal. Students changed for gym class in front of each other. But this was weird. Izumi stared at him, pretending to still washs dishes.

Nishi had his back to him. As he bent over Izumi watched the bones of his spine move. As he put the new shirt on Izumi watched how it draped over his small frame. He looked at how small his ankles were when he removed his pants every inch of skin up to gray boxers Izumi examined from afar until the boxer's came off. Then his mind went a little numb and his stomach twisted into knots. Nishi bent forward to pick up the new pair and Izumi felt the blood swelling below. Once Nishi had the boxers and the pants back on Izumi felt his heart rate start to steady.

Izumi had started to turn out the lights and Nishi had already set up his bed on the sofa.

"Goodnight" Nishi said as Izumi opened his bedroom door.

"Night, Nishi." He said closing it behind him.

oOo

Hours later Izumi laid wide awake in bed. The covers had been thrown off and he was now roughly petting himself in silence. His black hair sprawled across his remaining pillow and his eyes screwed shut. His hand moved up and down his erection it seemed like he'd been at this forever. It stood straight up bobbing and pulsing as Izumi rubbed his fingers over the head and tracing the veins while his other hand smoothed over his thighs and stomach. All his tricks to get himself off and still no relief.

What was driving him insane was just behind that thin layer of wall in front of him was a boy who he could easily make give him that relief. It could be so easy. Izumi's eyes dipped of the bed to the corner of his room the new H-gun was right there. He could open up his door, or just blast a hole through the wall. He could grab the kid by the hair and force his hot mouth right down on his throbbing length. He could roughly grab him slam him on the bed strip him down and thrust right into him. Izumi constricted his hand roughly around his erection. Izumi's mind fogged as his thoughts became more explicit.

He could do anything he fucking wanted to that kid.

Nobody knew where the fuck was and nobody would care.

Izumi would bet he was so tight it would hurt.

He would bet he'd suck him in and pulsate around him.

But he would also cry and scream.

But he could always kill him.

It would be so much easier then killing aliens. He could snap his delicate spine. Twist his neck till it broke, he could smother him, choke him. He could blast him with a gun. His erection was so painful now it pulsed and angry red it was fully hard now it was was almost hitting his stomach but only leaking occasionally. Izumi kept up his pace frustrated about how long this was taking.

Kicking and screaming wasn't how Izumi wanted Nishi. He wanted him flushed, blushing like he had for the blood spill. Not shaking from his touch but squirming towards it. He wanted to touch the soft black fringe of his bangs. Izumi wanted the boy to ride him. To impale himself on his length and watch the boy to see how much of him he could take in. The facial expression. His rising arousal. Izumi rubbed the hard tip again feeling more pre cum leaking from the slit.

He imagined Nishi on top of him, moving as quickly as he could. Then he would come crying out flushed. He'd spill himself on Izumi's stomach and he would fill the boy. Izumi felt his stomach twist again and came into his hand. A small noise ripped form his throat.