The man on Alfred's back stirred slightly as he aproached his apartment. Alfred soon made it to his door, rushing in the entrance room.

He simply walked into the living room, dropped the man on the couch and ran away to his bedroom to hide himself from his nemesis. He quickly undressed and hopped on the bed, make a noticeable sound as it shifted under his weight. Alfred tried his best to ignore it.

As Alfred drifted to sleep, the man on his couch awoke.

This man, introduced before as Arthur, took one look around. He was immedately disgusted by his surroundings, so he decided to clean the apartment up. It took him hours, as he washed the dishing and cleaned the floors.

He vaguely wondered what kind of person lived here. Was it a eating competor? Was it a person who was messy?

As the man finished with the cleaning of the apartment, he wandered over to the only room he had not gone into. He turned the door knob gently and craked open the door.

On the bed was a man. He was asleep, as we already knew, and Arthur could not take his eyes off of the man. He stalked his way to the bed, vaguely pointing out to himself that this room was oddly the cleanest room.

He smiled as he removed the cloak he was wearing and he climbed into the bed and laid next to the man.

He snuggles up to the sleeping man as he snored like a bear. Arthur found it annoyingly endearing.

The man then pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Now, Arthur felt awkward to be so close to a person. They had never really found him interesting, so they left him alone.

Soon enough, he fell asleep against the man.

He was launched into a dream, one of his nemesis, and it was particularly steamy. He did not know why, but he particularly liked this dream.

It started with an innocent converstation, and then it esculated quickly. Soon hands were wondering over his body. Soon after, he was writhing in pleasure because of that hated man. He vaguely wondered how he even let the man touch him, but he tossed it from his mind as he was getting pounded into by his nemesis. It is hilarious how events such as this makes one very forgetful.

Unknowingly, he was grinding against the man he was laying so close to, causing the man to awake. The man looked at him, looking confused because of the fact that the man next to him was scaled and was grinding against him. At first, he did not do a thing to try and control himself, but the man's moans and groans made it harder and harder to ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

Right then, he rushed to his bathroom to have a blissful cold shower.

He left the poor scaled man to take care of his own mess. It was more then cruel.

One can guess what happened. It is quite obvious that he, as rudely as young ones say these days, 'came' in his sleep. It really was embarrasing, but Arthur was lucky he was where he could not be seen, even though you could nessarily see it.

His publicity would be ruined if anyone heard his pitiful display of arousal.

He awoke, disgusted and sat up. He felt repulsed by himself, and found his cloak. He swung it over himself and walked to the kitchen. He looked at his work before burning some food to eat.

He smiled at his poorly cooked meal and began to eat it, or in some sense swallow it whole. He looked around as he walked to the sink to rinse his dish, and there he remember his erotic dream and flushed slightly.

He then went to get some tea, but he found there was no tea anymore in the apartment. He then proceeded to searc for any tea, until he stumbled upon a machine with it. He excitedly ran to it, and paid the little money he had for it.

Meanwhile, Alfred was freaking out. He remember there being a scaled man in the apartment, and now there wasn't one.

It would seem Alfred was smart to worry for the scaled man. A tall figure towered behind Arthur, looking over him, just waiting to be noticed.

Author's note: I hope this is good enough. I know it has been some time. Please forgive me, and I apologize for the shortness. No quote this time sorry..