Important notes to the reader: This story is its own story, but it is associated with one of my other stories "I Can't Help But Dream of You". If you choose to read this story without reading the other first, all you really need to know is this is an all boys boarding school for out-of-the-ordinary high school kids (like kids that can fly or have two head, or whatever). Takuto and Yuki were the main characters from the other story - but you don't need to know their full history to get this one.

Yaoi, male/male --- DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE but I would highly suggest you give it a try ;D

Additional Notes: This will probably be a shorter story

Enjoy!

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"Takuto"

Yuki's moaning cry filled the room as Takuto's lips caressed his body.

Takuto turned his lover onto his front and spread kisses down the length of his spine. He finally reached a small pink hole that started to twitch in pleasure.

Takuto's tongue teases the outside before sliding into the warmth of Yuki's body. The action was rewarded by another arousing moan from Yuki.

"Taku--"

"Shhhh"

He hushed his lover as he pulled his tongue away, but its absence was soon replaced by one of his fingers, then another.

As Takuto began to stretch the small hole, Yuki squirmed with pleasure and clutched onto the sheets that tangled underneath the pair.

Taking away his fingers, Takuto prepared to put his erection –

Pinky woke with a scream. Sweat passed down his body soaking his sheets.

This was the third night in a row he'd had these dreams and he was sick of it. Takuto had the ability to go into the dreams of others. But that didn't mean he had to project his less-than-appropriate actions into them!

Pinky glanced over at his roommate. Carlo was still sleeping. The rock could sleep through anything, even Pinky's screams of distress. But to be safe, Pinky got up and headed toward the bathroom. He didn't want to chance his roommate waking up while he was taking care of the growth between his legs.

Pinky stood outside his door and waited for his neighbor. After a few minutes, Takuto came into the hallway. Yuki, Takuto's roommate and lover, had already gone to breakfast.

"Taku! I need to talk to you!"

"Eh? What is is?"

Pinky had to restrain himself to keep from exploding, but that didn't keep him from jabbing his finger into Takuto's chest. "You're lewd actions are keeping me up at night!"

Takuto flushed. He was tall and well built, but the sudden shy expression made him look like a small boy. "You… you can hear. Sorry we were trying to be quiet."

Pinky sighed. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in…

He was trying to suppress the emotions inside, and though his voice was calmer, it was no less bitter. "It's not your volume that's the problem."

Takuto looked confused for a moment before realization made his face resemble a radish. "Oh. Oh… uh. Shit."

Apparently Takuto didn't know what to say.

In this private school designed for out-of-the-ordinary male students, there were a lot of out-of-the-ordinary situations to deal with (like not knowing Fred, the invisible guy, was occupying the urinal). But these dreams were not something Pinky could deal with.

"Listen Pinky." Takuto attempted to smooth the situation. "I'll talk to my adviser and see if he knows how I can deal with… this problem."

Pinky took a deep breath. "Okay. Thanks."

Leaving Takuto, Pinky made his way to get breakfast.

It wasn't like Pinky had an anger problem. It was that he had problems when he got angry. Other than his short, pail-pink hair, there was another reason he'd developed the name 'Pinky'. When any emotion turned too extreme, his face would shift to pink before he changed completely. And he didn't change into anything cool either. He was sometimes ashamed to admit it, but he could turn into a pig: a little pink pig with everything including snout and tail.

Pinky wasn't yet able to control the ability on his own (not that he could think of any good reason to purposefully change into a pig), so for now he was just trying to not embarrass himself completely.

When he reached the cafeteria, he sat himself beside his friend Avatar. Avatar's real name was Lorenzo, but after the movie came out everyone started calling him Avatar – even though, with his stumpy legs and bald head, the only similarity was his blue skin.

"What's wrong with you?" Avatar asked, noticing the dark lining to Pinky's eyes.

"Didn't get a lot of sleep."

Avatar snickered. "I guess you wouldn't since you sleep with a thin wall between you and the loving couple."

Pinky didn't bother saying anything. Other than Takuto, no one else knew how up-close-and-personal he was with Takuto and Yuki's love life. Pinky would just let Avatar assume the only thing Pinky got was the audio.

Before long, Gregg sat beside him cradling his breakfast.

Gregg looked at Pinky's breakfast with a grim look. "You're eating porridge again?"

"It's called oatmeal." Pinky wasn't in a humorous mood.

"Sure you can call it that, but it still tastes like crap."

Pinky spotted Gregg's breakfast and pulled out his annoyed expression. "What about you? You're eating the exact same thing!"

"No I'm not – Oh!" Gregg looked to his bowl with surprise. "Shoot I forgot the Tabasco sauce."

It was Avatar's turn to make a displeased face. "How can you eat your oatmeal with Tabasco sauce?"

"I'm not." Gregg corrected. "I'm eating oatmeal with my Tabasco sauce."

Instead of standing up to retrieve his missing Tabasco sauce, Gregg's body began to shake then split. In any normal school, suddenly finding one Gregg turn into two would have caused at least one person to need mental treatment. But this wasn't a normal school.

The Gregg clone left the table to grab the sauce while the three continued their morning conversation.

"So anything interesting going on?" Gregg questioned, looking to Avatar whose only power (other than being blue if that counts) was being gossip king.

"Yes actually!" Avatar said with no restraint to his excitement. "We're getting a new student."

Avatar cleared his throat before giving all the details he knew. "His name is Eri. He's a sophomore, though from what I've heard, he looks older. Apparently he's really tall and good-looking."

"Anything else?" Pinky chimed in. Usually the most interesting thing about a new student was what makes them different. What makes them unable to attend a 'normal' school.

"Oh. That I don't know yet." Avatar responded. "But we should find out soon. He's moving in tonight."

Pinky shrugged. It was only a few weeks into the school year but it was Pinky's final year. He probably wouldn't have a chance to meet this Eri anyway since they're in separate grades.

Gregg's close returned to the table with the Tabasco sauce and they continued to finish their breakfasts.

"A month!"

"Well maybe a month, but maybe less." Takuto tried to assure Pinky.

Pinky slowly gained control of his blood pressure. "You're adviser didn't know of any other way?"

Takuto shook his head. Apparently it would take Takuto about a month of concentrated meditation before he was able to control his ability to project scenes into people's dreams. Pinky didn't think he could last a month without sleep.

"But here's the good news." Takuto said with a smile. "Since you're the only one affected by this, my adviser said there is an available room for you to switch into."

Pinky thought about it for a moment. But a moment was all he needed – between the two choices; he chose a new room to a month of awkward dreams.

"Who are you?"

Pinky didn't respond, but instead stood frozen staring at the broad, naked chest in front of him. For an instant Pinky considered searching the dorm room for a camera crew thinking he'd walked onto a photo shoot; the man before him could have been a model. Long black hair was pulled back to keep it from cascading around his broad shoulders. His long legs supported a long, fit torso. And his features were soft yet masculine.

The dark brown eyes stared at Pinky in suspicion.

"Are you mute?"

"Ah!" Pinky jumped back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize there was someone staying in this room."

Embarrassment flooded Pinky's emotions. Not only had he walked in on the guy changing his cloths, Pinky had stood there like a dead bug on a windowsill watching him.

Calm down. I don't need to turn into a pig. Calm down.

"Um." The pink inched away from his face and he was able to speak once again. "Call me Pinky. I'm going to be sleeping in this room for about month."

The should-be model raised an eyebrow, probably at Pinky's name, but he didn't question it. "Why only a month?"

"Well… there are… complications with my real room, so I just can't sleep there."

Pinky received a nod. "I'm Eri."

I should have guessed.

"Yeah, the new guy. Nice to meet you."

Pinky put out his hand to shake with Eri in attempt to bond with his temporary roommate. Eri hesitated to move toward Pinky's hand. For a moment Pinky debated moving his hand back. Did Eri find shaking hands to be stupid? But before Pinky decided, Eri moved his hand toward him.

Pinky shouldn't have been surprised how large Eri's hands seemed in comparison to his own. Pinky only came up to Eri's chin, but that was no surprise either since Pinky was the one lacking in the height department.

After the normal handshaking amount of time had passed, Pinky wondered why Eri was still holding onto his hand. Looking up to Eri's face, Pinky saw a confused expression. Confused and almost amazed.

"What's wrong?" Pinky pulled back on his hand slightly in attempt to regain control of his hand, but Eri didn't release it.

"Eri?"

Without warning, Eri yanked on Pinky's hand, pulling him forward till he collided with Eri's bare chest. Pinky tried to push away, but the younger boy was stronger and held him close with an arm wrapped around the small of his back.

They remained in the position, completely still and silent for several moments before Eri's grip slowly loosened. When Eri pulled away, Pinky saw the confused look was still on his face.

"Um. You okay?" Pinky attempted to talk to Eri, but he got no form of answer.

"Weird." Eri said to himself. As though he had fallen into his own thoughts, Eri had completely forgotten about Pinky's presence, grabbed a jacket, and wondered from the room.

Weird? No kidding.