Early next morning, Vash's infamous clock was who, like every morning, had the disgusting work of ringing to wake up all the people in the University, and in all the country according to the opinion of Roderich.

It was really strange for Vash to be awakened by his clock, he usually woke up at least five minutes before it rang. It was actually so weird, and Vash relied in his internal alarm that he hide himself a bit in Roderich trying to ignore the alarm.

Roderich tried to roll over and stretch his arm to take the clock and make it such bad things I prefer to avoid to describe them.

Vash protested under his breath and went after the brown-haired-alarm-clock-assassin. Weird enough it was when Roderich finally managed to turn of the alarm clock that he opened his eyes just a bit, not knowing where he was.

By that moment, Roderich hugged him a little to sleep again.

Vash, who was experiencing that kind of physical touch (and by that I mean a close hug) for the first time in his life got closer to him feeling something... different. He was hot. And even if he was quite rapidly waking up he still felt the need of being... closer to Roderich. In particular that part between his legs... he actually had an urge of rubbing that part against Roderich, whatever the reason...

So, slowly... as he woke up and started being more conscious, he rubbed himself just a little against him. There were just a few long and satisfactory seconds, when he drifted between being asleep to being totally awake... and realized exactly what he was doing.

"Nnnn" Roderich protested because that was a little bit unconfortable, thinking that Vash wanted to wake him up and he didn't want to open his eyes.

Vash PETRIFIED. Because he... well... he just realized that he was not just "hot"... he was aware of what sexual arousal was... and well, every man had an erection in the mornings... however what he was having right now was not a normal body reaction. He was hugging. A man. And he was rubbing himself against it. And to be honest, he wanted more than anything in the world to keep going.

So... he ended up jumping out of bed in just a second, completely embarrassed and scared.

Roderich was disoriented for a second when he stood up, opening his eyes. Only a moment later, he moved to the center of the bed and closed his eyes again, more pleased about this than what it is polite.

Vash looked at Roderich in complete panic, shaking with his hands over his overjoyed... manhood. The look of him sleeping in his bed did NOT help him in any way to be less excited. He looked handsome... Vash realized seconds later that he was REALLY thinking that, and he did not know why. It was a crazy... mistake. There had to be something WRONG with his head, but he... ugh. He needed to get out of there. NOW.

"What are you doing?" Roderich asked with his bass voice of being asleep, because he could hear Vash doing... things. And of course, he could also hear his terribly accelerated heart, whose beat could wake him up again only if he would pay attention to it.

"I-I-I..." Even his voice failed him when trying to say who knows what... he walked backwards a couple of steps until he crashed against the table they (he) used as a studying desk. He needed to think. Without saying another word he turned around and went to put his clothes on, still excited and still shaking... if someone realized what had just happened... and how on earth was he going to look at Roderich again?

Roderich just opened one eye to look at him, even too asleep to notice the real problem.

Vash was also acting ridiculosuly clumsy, focused in panicking... he dropped his keys to the floor when trying to open the door once he was dressed.

"Are you leaving? What time our first class is?" He was still with the eyes closed.

"I... I... I... I'm not going to go to class today" He whispered.

"Why not?" Roderich yawned, and sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes, with all his hair disheveled.

"I... I..." Vash looked at him, and blushed, terribly uncomfortable and nervous... he thought again that he looked great, even with the hair. Why? Since when?

"It's saturday and you forgot to turn off the evil alarm again, isn't it?" He dropped back to the bed.

"No. It's... Friday."

"Then? Are you sick? Your heart sounds accelerated."

"Stop hearing my heart!"

Roderich raised his eyebrows and looked for his glasses. Vash tried to open the door but... AGAIN, dropped his keys to the floor, NERVOUS.

"OK, you win, I will wake up."

"No. No. Go... back to sleep. I... fuck! Please don't..." Vash looked at him blushed and nervous.

"What?" Roderich bowed his head and finally rose from the bed.

"I... I... R-Roderich..."

He approached to him, staring to his eyes. Vash tried to merge with the door or at least cross it without opening, defying physics. But Roderich didn't stop himself, being really close to Vash, like he was going to kiss him or something.

Vash whole body trembled, looking at Roderich with eyes wide open. He could not believe what was happening. He probably was a weird person but... Roderich certainly was not... was he?

Roderich raised his hand and placed in his cheek. Vash swallowed... and with Roderich touch his... ehm... problem... did not get better.

Roderich reviewed his eyes with the eye of a doctor, opening one of them with his thumb.

"Dilated pupils, brigth eyes, accelerated heart, abundant blush" He enumerated the symptoms. (Austria stop being Sherlock Holmes, you are making everyone nervous, not only Vash)

Vash blushed even more trying not to hide his manly area in an obvious way... because there was only THAT symptom missing to be able to conclude EXACTLY what was happening to him.

"Are you sweating too? Maybe you have fever, it seems you are very hot" He placed his forehead in Vash's foreheads to take his temperature.

"R-Rode-Roderich... p-please do-don't t-touch me"

"What?" He separated again to look into his eyes.

"I-I... I... maybe I am contagious... I... I have to go."

"It doesn't matter, we are doctors! And, anyways... it isn't a good idea to leave if you are sick. Do you have some other symptoms?"

"B-But... I... I..." He wanted to DIE. Other symptoms? Yes! He had ONE and was NOT going to admit it. Not even if Roderich killed him.

"Mmm... OK, well, to start come to bed again" He tried to take his hand, looking down.

"Noo!" Just when he thought that his humiliation was not complete. He moved his hips and turned around to face the door. Roderich blinked, a little confused.

"Where do you have to go?" He asked, and anyways placed his hands on his shoulders.

"I... I..." Well at least his problem was not pointing at him anymore... Vash relaxed just a little allowing the brunette to take him to the bed. "I... Need to think."

"What do you need to think? It's about THAT class again?"

"C-Class?"

"Yes, you have been ashamed about it for all the week, since we knew we were going to take part in it."

Vash was too embarrassed right now to be able to think on whatever Roderich was talking about.

"E-Exactly?"

"In Physiology. Do you remember? About the human sexual arousal. Don't make me think that you are ok about that, when you have been blushing every time that someone talks about it."

Vash stopped moving and covered his face with his hands. Of course... The stupid sexual arousal. And this was the worst time possible to be reminded about it.

"Oh god..."

"Come on, don't be a crybaby. Just let me wash myself and dress myself and we could go" Roderich started to take off his pajamas.

Vash sat on the bed just to hide his... Thing. The problem was that, watching Roderich undress was certainly NOT helping his cause. Roderich didn't pay attention and went calmly to the bathroom whistling like a happy bird in the very first day of spring and letting Vash to think about his pervert recent discoveries in peace at last.

Vash breathed deeply, finally being able to think. He was sexually aroused. Just as described in Physiology. He tried to figure out if he was, for example, probably dreaming about a girl. Blushing again, after a few seconds of thought, he had to admit that... no. It certainly had been Roderich the one that... Ehm... Well.

But... Roderich was a man. That was anti natural and weird. And he was perfectly convinced that he needed to stop, at once.

Meanwhile, of the bathroom came out the Ravel's Bolero that Roderich was whistling. Stupid song with a stupid perfect rhythm. Yes.

Vash trembled again, thinking of Roderich naked and worrying about it immediately. Why was this happening?! What could he do about it?

He is going to come out of the bathroom in that way in the next seconds, Vash.

Ugh! Why?!

Because his clothes are... out.

This ridiculous thing had to stop! What was he going to do... They will continue be living together and sharing a bathroom... And probably a bed.