He first felt it when the crazy guy pulled a grenade launcher out of the pig—a light pressure on his shoulder, nothing too uncomfortable, but odd enough to draw his attention. He turned his head and found himself faced with a head of spiky silver hair that smelled like gunpowder; Gokudera mumbled in his sleep and pressed closer, cuddling Yamamoto's arm like a pillow. Light snores escaped his lips, and strands of hair fell in his face.

Yamamoto debated whether to shift positions; he wanted to be more comfortable, but didn't want to disturb the sleeping bomber. After a few futile wriggles, he gave up. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and put his arm around Gokudera, pulling him close. Gokudera made a soft noise—one that could have been mistaken for contentment—and snuggled closer, his head resting on Yamamoto's shoulder.

Paper cups with the melted remnants of their ice cream—chocolate for Gokudera and vanilla for Yamamoto—, a bowl of half-eaten popcorn, and empty soda cans littered the coffee table around his feet. It had been Gokudera's idea to watch movies, but he'd fallen asleep less than halfway through the second film.

Though Yamamoto certainly wasn't complaining.

He was too distracted to watch the movie now; he was preoccupied with the warm body next to him, the heart beating against his, the soft hair tickling his face. He sat through the rest of the film watching Gokudera sleep and hoping that this could last forever. How would Gokudera react if he found out he'd been cuddling with Yamamoto? He would go totally ballistic; Yamamoto was getting used to not being punched, he didn't want to break the winning streak.

Lady Luck was on Yamamoto's side that day, because Gokudera slept through the rest of the movie. When the credits started rolling, Yamamoto shut off the TV and Blue-ray, and knew that the moment had passed. He would love to stay the night on the couch with Gokudera using him like a huge pillow, but he didn't want to piss off Gokudera. Or worse, scare him off.

So he carefully shifted positions and scooped Gokudera up into his arms, careful not to jostle him too much. He hated how light Gokudera was in his arms and how he could feel his ribs; Gokudera had a nasty habit of not eating as much as he should. Gokudera's head landed in the crook of his neck, and he clutched onto Yamamoto's shirt, and muttered in his sleep. Yamamoto froze, one foot in Gokudera's room, as the bomber sighed four words:

"…'Moto…don't leave me…"

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He first felt it when he was taking an exam for chemistry—his final, taken a semester early. At first, it was just a tightening in his chest, making it a little harder to breathe. He rubbed his chest as he went, cleared his throat, drank water, but nothing made it feel any better.

General questions:

1. Which equation is not balanced? _

a. K2CrO4 + Pb(NO3)2 E 2KNO3 + PbCrO4

b. 4Fe3O4 + O2 E 6Fe2O3

c. C7H16 + 15O2 E 7CO2 + 8H2O

d. 3 AgNO3 + (NH4)3PO4 E Ag3PO4 + 3NH4NO3

e. 2Al2O3 E 4Al + 3O2

2. Avogadro's number is? _

a. 6.02 x 10-23 atoms/mole

b. 6.02 x 1022 atoms/mole

c. 6.02 x 1023 atoms/mole

d. 0.0821 atoms/mole

e. none of the above

3. Which is a characteristic of nonmetals: _

a. good conductors of heat

b. gain electrons to become anions

c. malleable

d. ductile

e. none of the above

4. How many grams of mercury in 5.2 x 10-4 L of mercury (density 13.6 g/ml) _

a. 7.07 x 100 g

b. 7.07 x 102 g

c. 3.82 x 10-3 g

d. 3.82 g

e. 3.82 x 103 g

5. Which statement about isotopes is incorrect: _

a. 1H, 2H and 3H are isotopes

b. isotopes have the same atomic number

c. isotopes vary in the number of neutrons

d. isotopes have the same mass number

e. isotopes have different atomic masses

He shoved the computer away and leaned back, chest shuddering as he drew in a deep breath. His chest felt heavy, like there was a weight pressing down on it or like it was full of cotton; speaking of cotton, his head felt like it was full of it, too. It passed after a few minutes and it eventually faded completely out of his mind.

It happened a few times after that, and looking back, he knew that. The time when he'd passed out from exhaustion only a half hour after waking up; feeling lethargic for days even though he got plenty of sleep. It wasn't anything he paid attention to at first, but after a while, he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Of course, by that time, it was too late.

The last time it happened, he was doing his dishes. The baseball idiot was out teaching that stupid sport to little kids, corrupting the poor brats, and Gokudera was enjoying the peace and quiet. Cool water over his hands as he washed the glass, rock music blaring harshly in his ears and pounding through his veins—and then it was happening, too fast for him to prepare. It swept over him so quickly he barely had time to comprehend it.

CRASH!

The glass shattered on the linoleum, but it wasn't until later that he registered the pain of the shards slicing his legs. His breath caught in his chest, and his lungs were on fire because he couldn't stop coughing, and it hurt. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe; he was light-headed—too light-headed, even, to stand. The world spun as his legs buckled and he crumpled to the ground.

The last he knew before the world went dark were hands on his shoulders and Yamamoto calling his name.

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So, again, please review, because the window's closing for the sex scene. I am really looking forward to the unadulterated sex, but if I don't get any requests for it, it ain't happening, which is a damn shame.

…no, I'm not a pervert…usually…