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He was the particle physicist that could rival even some of the most brilliant scientists. But since when did he get the feeling he wasn't so sure of his sexual orientation?
Ever since they helped the Kharamanos get free, he found himself tempted to override the access code to Vert's bedroom at night and perform a few..."experiments". There was a problem: Vert was typically a light sleeper, which he found out one night when he dropped something near the hallway that led to their bedrooms. He also wouldn't bother him primarily because he needed the rest so that he could be better prepared to handle the tasks as Leader.
Until today, he decided.
With the push of a few buttons, the door slid open, letting the light from the hallway shine on part of the bed. There was his subject laying stomach first under the light red covers, arms and sleeping face lying on the pale red pillow.
Taking a deep breath and pushing any uncomfortable thoughts aside, he crept his way over to the bed, letting the door slide shut behind him, putting the room back in darkness.
He paused for a brief moment in curiosity when he heard him mumble and shift in the bed sheets. That turned out to be a false alarm when he saw him turn to his side and ease up. Tezz exhaled a sigh of relief: he did not want him waking up and interrupting the experiment. It started with a simple touch of the finger, feeling around his face and body for any spots that he deemed were the most vulnerable, which would make him move or stir.
Finding a few on his chest, he learned that Vert was primarily ticklish in that spot, but nothing about what the Russian was feeling at the moment. 'Moving to phase two...' he declared once Vert settled back down.
Vert awoke with a start, sweat and other juices covering his whole body and the pale red bed sheets. It was the same dream he had a month after Tezz joined and a few days after he and the Russian helped said aliens. He touched his cheeks. They still had some warmth in them, the warmth of love.
That man was in them again.
As much as he wanted to be with him and be happy, he couldn't. He had reality to face. With a sigh, he got out of bed, and proceeded to clean up.
While removing the sheets and red blanket, he noticed some visible wear and the colors were starting to fade. He had washed them a fair few times, not only because of the juices, but for something else.
'Right,' he realized. 'I kept washing them because Agura's touched them before.'