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Red brown eyes flicker open and snap over the dark room. Slowly the lovely, tired, eyes settle on an alarm clock, the numbers on it glowing dimly. Three AM. Three A ******** M. With an irritated sigh the eyes close and a body shifts and rolls over, hiding an elegant face in the pillow. It was happening again. Waking up in the middle of the night, his face etched into the counselor's mind, tormenting him. In the morning the sheets would be sticky and damp...

The form jerked awake as the alarm clock started blaring 3 hours later. The form, now revealed to be a young looking male with short black hair and a moderately built but thin frame, slowly crawled out of bed, shivering at the cold air hitting his damp boxers. A scowl found it's way onto his handsome, one might say pretty, face as he glared at the bed then tugged off the sheets. With a sigh he dumped the sheets into a basket. He had needed to do laundry anyways. Slowly, dragging his feet, he made his way into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He flicked on the water and squirmed out of the boxers, since that was all he was wearing, and stepped into the luke warm water, throwing the shower curtain closed.

About thirty minutes later the water turned off, and a clean and refreshed man popped out of the bathroom, a towel thrown idly around his waist. After a moment of hasty drying he dug through his drawers and pulled out a pair of fresh boxers. He tugged them on and moved to his closet, shifting through the clothes. "Pink... pink... purple.... sparkly.... suit.... suit... pink suit..." he murmured softly as he gazed at the clothes. After a long period of deciding he pulled out a button up, long sleeved dress shirt and a pair of slacks. He dressed quickly and left his room, closing the door behind him and heading into the kitchen.

He yawned as he grabbed a bagel out of the bread box. He cut it open and stuffed it into the toaster. After a few seconds of waiting it popped out. He grabbed it and set it on a plate that had been put out last night before he went to sleep. He opened the fridge and pulled some butter out, slathering it onto the bagels before he took a big bite, sighing contentedly after he chewed and swallowed. The man took his plate of bagel and set it down on the other side of the kitchen. He stood up on tip-toe and opened the top cupboard "Come on Lafayette Rhen reach!" he cheered himself then snatched a paper bag he had grabbed out of coffee shop, meant to hold bagels and donuts. He slipped his bagel into it, then picked it up and headed out the door, snatching his back pack and keys by the door, slinging the pack over his shoulder.

The drive to work was long and tedious. He yawned as he pulled into the parking lot. Lafayette turned the car off and pulled the key out of the ignition and slipped the chain and key into his pocket. He sat there for a long moment, bracing himself for the day. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then picked up his backpack and got out of the car, locking it with the 'beeper' before he headed into the building.

The male jumped slightly as his name was called. He glanced over to where the voice had come from, and the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smile "Hey!" he replied, waiting for the other to get to the doors where Lafayette stood. He blushed a little bit as he remembered the dream from the night before which had woken him up and ruined his sheets. He ran a hand threw his hair, realizing now he hadn't bothered brushing it or anything like that. He shouldered his pack and started messing with it, droplets of water falling out occasionally, making his white shirt dampen, and his chest show a little bit through the fabric.

He hoped that today would be a good day, even if it was going to be a bad hair day. He sighed and left his hair be, letting it settle in a hot mess. He was sure he had a comb in his office anyways. He caught sight of Draven's eye twitching, he frowned slightly "You okay man?" he asked, concerned for his friend. He made himself assume that the older male had just had a bad nights rest, like Lafayette had. Even though something inside of the raven haired man told him something else, and made his stomach twist with even more worry.

Lafayette was about to ask Draven how he knew that he was referring to his eye twitching. But the other changed the subject to quickly for Lafayette to mention it without seeming like he was paying to much attention to Draven than a 'just friend' would. So instead he just forced a smile and nodded. He walked inside glancing back and smiling a little less forced to his friend. He walked over to the elevator, pushing the button and then waiting.

Someone who knew him well would know that Lafayette didn't like elevators, at least not since he had read an article about guys getting raped in elevators. The raven haired man certainly didn't want to get himself raped. But he was comfortable with them if Draven was with him. Little did he know, but Draven might just be more dangerous to Lafayette in that area than some random rapist.

Lafayette remained blissfully oblivious to Draven's lust...

The raven haired male yawned a little suddenly "Stupid dream..." he murmured, blushing slightly as it started to replay in his head. He shook his head and sighed. The man really needed to stop thinking about it.

(( Not really x3 Although it certainly would be interesting... ))

Lafayette followed Draven into the elevator, he leaned up against the wall, perpendicular to the side his friend and love interest was leaning against. He blushed a little, and held back a small laugh. Draven was moderately close, but it was funny to think of the older male as a cute girl. "It's nothing" he said once he was positive his voice wouldn't crack or tremble "defiantly not about a girl." Lafayette always assumed that people knew he wasn't interested in women, due to the many obvious points about him. He had his ears pierced, wore jewelry that most men wouldn't wear, and had a small obsession with pink, purple, and sparkly. He often saw 'flamboyantly gay' to be a compliment more than just a statement, or an insult as some might see it. The rather feminine male brushed his unruly hair out of his eyes and sighed softly. He wished he had brushed his hair earlier, instead of having to wait to brush it until he got to his desk and his rescue packed 'beauty kit.'

His blush increased a little bit as the thoughts of his dreams the last few nights continued to roll around his head. /One of these days my imagination is going to be the death of me/ he thought, chiding himself silently. His whole being told himself and that damn imagination that it was wrong to think of his friend that way, who Lafayette wasn't even sure was gay. Although the thought that Draven wouldn't be interested in him was so depressing he didn't even want to let it wrap it's arms around him....

(( Lol so maybe Lafayette's imagination isn't going to be the death of him... Draven's is xD ))

Lafayette examined the other curiously, knowing it wouldn't be wise to spill his guts. Instead he looked away and shrugged. It was now his voice slipped, did Draven even know how damn sexy he looked, leaned up against the wall with his eyes closed. "N-nothing... rea-lly" he managed to say. /Just getting my brains ******** out of me by you/ he added silently, blushing. He didn't even realized how perfectly submissive and adorable he looked with the blush and the slight stutter, not to mention his hair messy and somewhat damp. He dug at the ground with his foot, pressing his shoe into the floor of the elevator, rubbing it into the floor, a look of deep concentration on his pretty face. It hurt his toe, but he didn't mind, he had always been a bit of a masochist. His first lover had introduced him to many wild things, pleasurably painful things. Even if Lafayette had been high, or getting high, most of the times they were together, he had discovered his masochist ways in full. He'd probably have gotten uncomfortably excited by what Draven was imagining...

Lafayette continued grinding his toe into the ground, feeling the pressure from the action and appreciating it as a small distraction. He glanced up at Draven, immediately regretting the motion as he saw his friends searching look, and the curling of those perfect lips. He had been about to start an answer, if not finish it, when the elevator came to a shuddering stop. If the raven haired male had both his feet as you should when you're in a moving elevator perhaps what happened wouldn't have... his foot had been off the ground some what and now he found himself falling towards his friend, his back pack slipping off in the process. He shot his arm out behind him but all that succeeded in doing was making him fall backwards instead of forwards. He blushed deeply as he felt his body fall into Draven's. He questioned now if he should have warned the other of his falling, but the thought hadn't really occurred to him.


((You can decide if Draven does or doesn't fall because of a crashing body or whatever x3 ))