Micheal stared at Noah's hazy eyes. It looked like he was awake but at the same time, he wasn't awake. Those eyes...
Noah took a step closer but Micheal felt this was dangerous, so he turned his face away.
'Is he... Going to try to kiss me again? I know he's not in his right mind right now, but still...' Micheal thought, sneakily stealing a glance at his face. 'I can feel it. Noah is unconscious and he has a very bad sleeping habit.'
Noah suddenly wrapped one of his arms around Micheal's waist, drawing his body closer to his.
"W-whoa, what are you doing?" He asked, in surprise, but Noah did not say he word.
He reached for his chin with his other hand, probably planning to turn his face towards him so he could kiss him but Micheal stubbornly kept his face away and his lips pursed.
With his single hand, he was basically useless against Noah's strength.
'So, it doesn't matter if we're in the same space, he'll come find me either way?' Micheal thought, fearfully. 'I should probably lock my door when I go to sleep. But then if he breaks the door while trying to get to me?' he gulped as his thoughts took a different direction all of a sudden.
And then, he felt Noah drop his head on his neck. He was... Sniffing his neck.
"Jeez, I know you're a werewolf but get a grip. You're not exactly a dog." Micheal complained, still trying to work things out with his single hand but Noah simply pressed his nose deeper, as if not getting enough of the scent over there.
Just what was he sniffing in? Micheal wondered. He hadn't put on any deodorants or cologne. The only scent he could get out of him was probably from the soap he took his bath with.
But that scent must've faded already, right? So, what was it?
While trying to figure that out, he felt Noah's tongue on his skin. It made him shiver. What was that?
That happened to be the same spot he had felt a burning sensation in when Noah had kissed him earlier that day.
Was there something there?
It was starting to get hot. Noah licked that spot and then kissed it. His teeth gently grazed on it and all the while, Micheal shut his eyes tight.
That sort of stimulation... He couldn't handle it.
He just so happened to be a very sensitive man and his neck was like an erogenous zone, so he was doing his best to hold it in as Noah played with his neck with his mouth.
"Enough, enough! Please, Noah! It's enough!" He pleaded, gritting his teeth.
Even though he knew his neck was sensitive, he felt it was a hundred times more sensitive than usual.
It was too much. He shut his eyes, knowing that his power half was going to be erect if Noah continued whatever he was doing.
"Noah! Just stop! Stop it!" He yelled and then Noah stopped.
Micheal panted, trying to calm himself. He could not believe this was happening. This was going too far. He could not let things progress any further than this... Noah and his bad habit, he could not handle it in his already messy life.
It was too much.
"Noah, I'm not sure you can hear me but this is sexual harassment." He said. "And it's not something I can tolerate, even if you're doing it in your sleep. But the funny part of this all is that you won't even remember any of this when you wake up, right?" He snapped his fingers in front of Noah but he did not blink.
His hazy eyes stayed as they were, devoid of life.
Micheal sighed.
He could not even get mad at a man who was sleepwalking.
"You know what, just go back to sleep. I'm not sure I can do anything with my hand like this, so we'll just order take out early tomorrow morning. How's that?"
Noah did not say a word and simply walked back to the couch like a remote controlled robot.
Micheal watched him and then shook his head. What was he going to do with him?
"Well, more Noodles for me then."
That night, Micheal did not sleep comfortably. His arm was very uncomfortable with the cast and then there was that dream he had.
He was running in what looked like a forest. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the night and giving him light to see the path in front of him.
He ran as fast as he could, panting and sweating. There was someone chasing him but he had no idea who it was.
He wanted to look back but his heart thumping loudly and rapidly warned him of the danger of stopping just to take a look.
Whoever it was... whatever it was... They were dangerous.
And then he tripped on a log. He landed on his face but that brought him back to reality.
He was panting and sweating. His throat was dry. He felt parched as if he had walked in a desert for days.
'Is... Is the air on broken? Why am I so sweaty?' he thought.
After waking up, he had no recollection of his dream or that he even had a dream to begin with.
He sat up since it was bright outside already and then his hand fell on a warm body. For some reason, his hand kept moving, making sure that he felt it right, and when he looked down, he found Noah sleeping soundly right next to him and in nothing but his briefs.
This pissed Micheal off and he yelled,
"What the hell are you doing on my bed?!"