Archive of Our Own

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Anaxa woke up to the sound of his alarm loudly ringing throughout his apartment. As he slowly began to wake up, he lazily turned over and reached out to shut off his phone alarm.

He laid there for a moment not wanting to do anything, yet that wish won't be fulfilled.

After all, he has to get streaming soon.

About a year-and-a-half-ago, Anaxa had made the decision to move out, and then a few months later, he finally made up the money to move out. His adoptive mother, Cerces, had supported him despite his request for her not too. Perhaps that was a good thing for him though because if she didn't, then he'd probably still be living at that household.

After he moved into his brand new apartment, he quitted his old job on the spot to pursue his dream of...V-tubing.

Cerces always thought that it was a weird field of work but didn't hold Anaxa back. After all, she didn't have much of a reason to deny his dream. As long as he was happy. Perhaps this was better for him, seeing how his 3D model looked and how thrilled he was to have one. There were even a few times where she caught him staring at it as he sat at his computer chair.

Anaxa was never really comfortable with his current identity—that she knew. This fact showed itself especially in his pre-teen years, where he came out as transgender. As usual, his mother kept supporting him and bought lots of good products for him.

But now's not the time to reminiscence about the past. He had a stream to do.

Anaxa groaned as he lazily sat up, rubbing his eyes to clear up his vision. Small tears tried to pry out from his eyes as he yawned but quickly cast them away with his hand.

He reached over to his bedside table and patted around for his plain, black eyepatch and easily slipped it on. It was basically a reflex with how fast he could do it now.

Now noticing the bland design of his eyepatch, he couldn't help but want to become the model he created.

It had hair around shoulder length but a tiny bit shorter with the ends of it fading into a darker color. He, of course, still had his eyepatch but it was obviously more detailed. It had a golden pattern with the shape of an eye with even more gold around the ends. Not to mention the clothes that it wore. It was something that he could never have the luxury of wearing. Sometimes he considered commissioning a cosplay of himself.

Meanwhile, the real-life Anaxa had tousled and unkempt hair. It was quite long, down to the bottom of his chest. He hated it, having his hair long, but he could never find the effort to cut it. Instead he just kept it in a simple ponytail and always wore hoodies or jackets to tuck it under the piece of cloth. His wardrobe consisted of simple, plain shirts and sweaters and ordinary pants.

Oh, how he yearned for that imaginary life he could never have.

Anaxa slowly stepped out of his comfortable bed and opened the door. He walked down his hallway and over to the kitchen.

He opened the door to the fridge and was faced with almost nothing but the leftovers of yesterdays meal with his mother.

"Whatever." Anaxa said, closing it shut. He wasn't even hungry anyway.

He walked over to the small area that had his beloved computer and other things he placed on the desk. 

Anaxa sat down in his chair, turning to his monitor decorated with a pretty shade of light green and small hints of blue. He reached behind it and clicked on the power button and was faced with the bright screen of his wallpaper.

Almost as if it was on reflex, he clicked on the app that he streamed on and turned on his webcam and model. In an instant, his pretty little model showed up on the screen. Anaxa adoringly stared at it, basking in it's heavenly appearance.

He quickly knocked himself out of his trance and went to pick out which game to play.

Eventually he found a simple co-op cooking game which he could probably play with some of his fans. That would be fun at least.

The boy downloaded the app and opened it up. The title screen immediately popped up right in front of his face. He squinted a little bit from the sudden brightness but managed to recover enough to stare at it.

Anaxa then opened up his usual streaming app and pressed the 'Stream' button.

He stayed on the opening screen for a few seconds as he waited for more people to show up in the chat. As soon as he hit 10 views, he started his usual introduction.

"Um, hi again, everybody, I'm glad that you're here to support me. Today we're playing, uh—" Anaxa averted his eyes away from the webcam and looked at the title screen and read it out loud. "Quick Cooking. I think you can tell what it's about just by the title. If you can't then perhaps you should be watching something else. Maybe educational stuff." He said.

Anaxa was used to being like this to his chat, and they luckily loved it, agreeing to practically everything mean he said. It was always fun though.

"Also, I think this is a co-op game so you guys can join me. Maybe." He said, looking at what the chat said. They, of course, exploded in excitement.

"Oh, I'd love too!"

"I'm gonna download the game for Anaxagory"

"What's ur user?"

Anaxa couldn't help but smile at the comments yet also slightly cringe at the comments calling him other names. "It's Anaxagoras," he said bluntly.

He then pressed the 'Start' button on the game and was immediately sent to a quick tutorial.

The game was simple: just cook food and try not to mess up orders. That's all there was to the game. Just simple, fun cooking and getting together as a team.

After a few minutes, he finished the tutorial and was sent to the actual game. It took a while, but he eventually found the button that lets certain players join the game if they have the code.

"I'll just let you guys join on your own." He said, leaning back in his seat with his monitor glowing brightly. On the top had the short set of numbers and a list of players. There was currently only one, which was Anaxagoras.

He looked away from the screen in boredom, looking at the plain, black sweater he wore. He lightly picked at the lint that was starting to form and dig inside his pockets for trash he might have discarded. He ended up finding the paper covering of a straw, probably from the fast food he had last night.

Anaxa looked back up at the screen and saw that three people had joined—which was the max. The first one in line was "Hyacinthia," the second "Polyxia_love," and the last one "Deliverer." What weird names. Well, besides the first one, that seems like a real name.

"Alright, thank you for the three that joined. I love ya." He said. He felt himself cringing at what he just said. It felt out of character for Anaxa, but not really for Anaxagoras. "Okay, let's start.

The first round was pretty easy. His three fans did a good performance and did everything right, just like himself. Even he could do something simple like this. The second round felt as if it was the same. The difficulty was a little bit harder but it was easily passed.

The third round was when everything started going a little downhill. Customers were being sassy and impatient about their orders, but that was all. Then it just kept going, and going, and going...and going.

"Gosh, all these damn people can't wait just five seconds for their food? If you're hungry then go cook for yourself." Anaxa complained, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Even though he couldn't look at what the chat said, he already knew that they agreed.

After the tenth round, they had lost mid-game from losing too many customers. "Whatever, it wasn't my fault. Stupid little A.I.'s can't be patient. Thank you Hyacinthia, Poly—uh...love, and Deliverer for joining." He said as he started a new game.

The queue filled up almost instantly with two new users joining in and Deliverer getting back in the game. Deliverer was the first in line obviously. The second in line was "HKS," and the third in line was "AnaxagorasLover." That was probably Cerces since that was always the name she picked when she felt like joining in on his streams.

"Hi Cerces." He said blatantly yet couldn't help the small smile creep onto his face. As he spoke, he noticed the chat going visibly faster with messages. He thought that it was just the fact that his mother was here, which was half the reason. The other half was because of HKS.

From reading the chats, Anaxa came to the conclusion that the name meant a curse word. Instead of getting offended, though, the chat instead gave funny responses and supporting comments. If the name didn't get him banned for a while, then it'd be fine at least.

And, of course, Deliverer was here from last round.

Anaxa started the round, and it was going smoothly. It was went a little slower compared to the other group, but it was still nice. Deliverer seemingly kept bother HKS though.

The group ended up only getting to round four.

"It's alright guys, we still did good. Thanks for playing Deliverer, H.K.S, Cerces." He said with a soft smile plastered on his face. Deliverer especially did great.

After two hours and a lot of games later, the stream was finally done.

As he ended the livestream, he immediately leaned back and took off his headphones. He would sometimes get headaches when he had them on for too long, and it just so happened to occur right now. He could probably go for a quick smoke right now.

He got up from his chair, swiping up the pack of cigarettes on the desk as he walked to his porch. Anaxa slid the glass door to open up to the outside and stepped out, feeling the gentle spring breeze in the night.

He dug through the pockets of his pants in search of his lighter to be greeted with the feeling of...nothing. He switched to the other side and felt nothing either. Even the back pockets didn't have it. Did he forget it?

Anaxa groaned in annoyance as he slide the door open again and glanced around his apartment quickly. He then spotted it on the kitchen counter.

Without even closing the door, he walked over to the kitchen and quickly snatched it into the palms of his hand, wrapping his fingers around it securely and turned back to the porch.

For a moment, he thought that he almost saw something pass by. "Maybe just a bird." He muttered under his breath as he walked. He did live at the top floor after all.

He stepped back outside again and shut the door closed behind him. Anaxa walked up the gate and pulled out the pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out in an almost smooth manner like he's done this too many times to count and lit the lighter. He brought the flame over to the cigarette and watched as it lit up.

After doing so, he sat down in the deck chair that was placed before he even moved in. Not that he was complaining since it was free.

Anaxa thought back to today's livestream. He had fun of course—like usual—and even Cerces decided to join in. Her performance wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad. Unlike a few other people, some of them did terrible.

The first group was still the best, especially Deliverer. Their performance was probably the best out of everyone else. Hyacinthia and Poly...whatever their name was did a good job too though.

Deliverer even managed to make it into each and every game. They did it so quick that they even managed to always be first in line. Unfortunately, the chat got mad at him because he kept joining too quickly and didn't let others get a try so he had to kick him for the last few rounds.

Anaxa felt bad, but it couldn't be helped. He understood that it was better that way, though.

A few minutes later, the boy took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed it against the ashtray and chucking it off from the building. He was lucky that his apartment was right above the trash bins, so there's a chance it might've landed it there.

He stepped out of the chair and did a few quick stretches just because and went back inside.

It was already a little bit later, so it was about time that Anaxa should go to sleep. He should probably try cutting his hair or taking a bath tomorrow.

Oh well. That's future Anaxa's problem to handle, not present Anaxa's.

He walked over to his room and put his hand on the door hand and twisted. As he did, he realized that it was already open. "Did I leave it open?" He mumbled, his head tilting in confusion.

"Whatever, it's probably nothing." He thought, walking into the room. He probably just forgot to close it.

He walked over to his closet and opened the door. Anaxa searched through the many clothes hanging delicately on the hangers until he eventually found his favorite Dromas pajama. He had the same pattern ever since he was kid. Even though he still grew out each one of them over the past years, he always bought the same one except it was a larger size.

He quickly changed into the shirt and took off his pants. He then squatted down to search through the mini drawer at the bottom of his tiny closet. He eventually found his normal shorts he wore to sleep.

After changing into his completed outfit, he marched over to his bed and laid down, pulling his blanket over himself as he tried to fall back asleep.

Recently, he's found it to be easier to fall asleep for some reason. Back when he was younger it was always a hard thing to do. He should probably just be grateful, though. 

Anaxa kept his eyes shut, occasionally tossing and turning and fixing his sleep position until he actually fell asleep

***

Phainon never expected to be interested in something like this.

He was never found of fake people. Why would you hide behind another identity when you could just be yourself? He never understood it.

That was until he was introduced to Anaxagoras by a friend: Cipher.

The moment he laid eyes on him, it was like he was struck by an arrow made especially for him, from cupid.

Even though it was just a model, Cipher had said that Anaxagoras based it off of himself and what he wanted to be. So technically, he wasn't hiding before a fake identity, but one that he dreamed to be. That's different from what Phainon had always thought.

It was like love at first sight.

That day, that picture, that moment. It was basically what changed Phainon.

He started to stay inside more and even got a really expensive and high-quality computer. Not for work, not for anything else, just for Anaxagoras. He even commissioned fan-made posters just for himself and hung it around his walls. Heck, he even hanged one on the roof of his bed so he could see the boy even as he slept. At some point he even considered commissioning body pillows of him so he could hold Anaxagoras to sleep.

Eventually, his friends started noticing his strange behavior. However, his personality didn't change one bit.

He still loved going out and hanging out with all of them, except every time they hanged out, the topic of that V-tuber was always brought up by Phainon.

"Y'know, I kinda regret showing you Anaxy." Cipher said, stirring her drink. Mydei, the boy next to Phainon, nodded in agreement. "It's not Anaxy, it's Anaxagoras. He made that clear." Phainon said.

"That was a bad idea of you, thief." Mydei said. "Huh? Why?" The other questioned and took a sip of his drink. He smiled warmly as he felt the coldness sting his tongue.

"Well like, dude, it's getting a little out of hand, y'know? I mean, you don't strike me as someone who would spend money on some 3D avatar." The girl said, gulping her drink down. She too had that stupid smile on her face as she tasted the cold liquid.

"Can't a man have interests?" Phainon simply replied, turning to Mydei.

"Mydei, my man, do you seriously think I'm weird or something?" He said, smiling at him as if he tried to persuade him into saying no. Mydei, of course, did not fall for it. "Yes." He simply responded.

"Awh, c'mon! You guys are ganging up on me at this point!" Phainon complained, his head falling down to touch the cold wooden material of the cafe tables. "Okay, but it's true!...Uh, by the way, you gonna drink that...?" Cipher asked, her hand already reaching over for his glass. Phainon placed his hand on his drink to emphasize that he was, in fact, going to drink it.

Mydei took a sip of his own drink before he spoke. "If you don't stop this, then me and this lady here are going to barge into your house and tear every single photo apart." Cipher nodded in response. "Mhm, mhm." she mumbled.

"You won't." Phainon replied almost confidently.

***

After many failed attempts, Phainon had finally, finally managed to get his hands on his precious boys address.

He somehow hit the jackpot with Anaxagoras' apartment only one floor away and directly under his. Just at the fact that his beautiful goddess could be above him right now, his feet walking around the floors of his own and the roof of Phainon's was enough to make him spiral out of control.

They also got to play together luckily, even though the chat got mad at him for being in his every gameplay. But it's alright to be greedy sometimes, right? After all, he just wanted to be able to bask in his goddess's presence.

After that amazing two hours he experienced, Phainon couldn't help but yearn for more. He quickly put on a black sweater and pants and pulled the hood over his head. He walked out of his porch and looked up at the one above him.

Anaxagoras is out right now.

Phainon smiled to himself, basking in the presence of him, even if they were a floor apart. It only lasted for a moment until he heard footsteps starting to left back instead. That was most likely his queue to go.

Since Phainon was known for being really athletic and the fire-escape stairwell being right next to him, he easily hopped on and quickly made his way to the other's apartment.

When he reached a reasonable distance to jump, he immediately took the chance without haste. It hurt a little, but it was only temporary.

Stupid, stupid little Anaxagoras. He didn't even close the door. As he looked into his house, he noticed him walked over to what seemed like his kitchen.

He made sure to be quick yet quiet on his feet, stepping inside and went inside the storage closet or whatever it was in front of his streaming area. He kept a small gap open as he peeked outside. 

Then he saw him.

Cipher wasn't lying when she said that he designed his avatar based off of himself.

Even though he only saw the view of his back, it appeared that he had long—maybe shorter, maybe longer—hair that was tied in a thin ponytail and tucked into his hoodie. He also had black jean pants that seemed a tiny bit too large for him. And barely—just barely—could he see the small bit of skin peek out out from between the bottom of his hoodie and the waistband of his pants.

Oh, how small he seemed. Compared to him, you would probably think that he would be a doll. His waist was so small, so much so that he could probably crush it with his hands if he wanted to. He would never, though. He'd never want to cause pain to his goddess.

Just the sight of him made small seeps of drool dribble out his mouth.

Phainon quickly made himself snap out of his trance as soon as Anaxagoras was outside.

He wiped off the drool from his mouth and stepped out of the closet, quietly shutting it and making his way to what might be his room. And he was lucky that it was.

Anaxagoras' room was simple—a small bed, bed side table, and a door which was probably his closet. In the corner of the room was a shelf with a few souvenirs—maybe from his mom—books, and one figure of himself.

Immediately, he dashed over to his bed and practically slammed himself against it as he laid down. The scent of the boy immediately filled his nostrils. It was a bit like that scent of a sponge soaked in car soap when you just finished cleaning your car and a small hint of sweat. Just a whiff of this thing could kill him.

He continued rolling about in Anaxagoras' sheets, burying his face in his pillows and hugging his blanket close to himself. It was almost like it the real thing.

As he laid down, he quickly changed his motive as he looked over to his closet.

Phainon immediately stood up from the bed and tried his best to make the blanket return to how it originally looked before dashing over to the closet.

He opened it and wasn't surprised to see the sight.

Inside of it was an arrangement of bland, boring clothes. But that's not what mattered to him. That drawer at the bottom might be the solution to all of his problems.

Immediately, he knelt down and opened each one and investigated each drawer.

The first one he opened had his pants, which wasn't too exciting but knowing the fact that they got to touch his pretty, probably soft legs excited him. Too bad he couldn't touch them though because fixing them back to it's original position would be too time consuming.

The second just had a small amount of shorts, and the third one had a few of his lovely yet plain eyepatchs. And out of all of them, the last one had to be the best thing a human could experience.

Phainon quickly pulled the last one open and saw his Anaxagoras' precious, precious arrangement of all his underwear. However, it wasn't really what he expected.

Instead, it was full of panties and small size bras.

...Well Phainon didn't expect this.

Instead of feeling disgusted, he couldn't help himself get more excited as a small smile came upon his face.

At least now he knows that he has a pretty little thing to play with—

step, step, step.

Phainon heard, the soft footsteps slowly starting to approach with the noise starting to grow louder and louder.

He needed to leave. Quick. But where was there to leave? No where, exactly.

Thinking quickly, he dashed over to Anaxagoras' bed and rolled under it. Luckily it had just enough space to fit him and not expose himself.

He saw the boy's feet when he opened the door and watched as he hesitated to step in. Did he accidentally leave the door open? He should really work on making sure he makes everything remain in the same place when he comes over.

Anaxagoras' seemed to brush it off quickly as he walked over to his closet and rummage through it. Eventually, Phainon almost saw what he always yearned to see.

Phainon watched as Anaxagoras' threw the hoodie along with the shirt off to the side as he(probably) slipped into something else.

He then saw him lift another foot, put it down and then repeat with the other and saw his pants fall to the floor. Then he saw it.

Phainon stared in a daze as he looked at the boys legs. The skin was a little more paler than his face, mostly likely due to him not exposing them. He should start doing it more often though. Maybe it's for the better though, because any person would immediately jump him.

Anaxagoras' kicked away the pair of pants and squatted down to rummage through some other drawer.

Luckily, the bedframe was high enough to where he could see all of his lower body.

"Oh, so cute..." He thought to himself, covering his mouth to prevent any possible moans just from the sight of him wearing his cute colored panties.

As he was ogling the precious view of him, he then saw Anaxagoras stood up and slid on his shorts and fall onto his bed.

Phainon removed his hand that covered his mouth and stared at it, noticing the visible drool on it. He didn't even feel himself doing that.

The boy waited for a few minutes until he didn't hear the rustle of clothes against bedsheets rubbing together, instead replaced with the sound of Anaxagoras' soft breathing.

For a moment, Phainon felt that he should just stay here and listen to the quiet breaths of the other, but he had other goals.

He rolled out from under his bed although strugglingly a small bit from his larger size. It totally worth it though—to see and hear his beloved in real life.

Phainon stood up from the floor and looked down to stare at Anaxagoras. He was sleeping soundly, which he never thought could be possible. After all, it was always clear that he never really took good care of himself. If they lived together then Phainon would always make sure that he stayed healthy and clean.

He knelt down to stare at him even better. The two of them were now eye-level.

A big, stupid smile started to creep onto Phainon's face as he stared lovingly at Anaxagoras' face. He didn't have his iconic eyepatch on which made the feeling even stronger. That warm, fuzzy and amazing feeling that he would get when he saw the boy on screen returned.

Phainon leaned in closer and felt the soft breathing now on his face. It felt so much more relaxing than the real air outside—better than that cool breeze on a hot summer day.

When the realization came upon him that he may as well never be able to see the boy like this ever again, he quickly pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. He then snapped a quick picture of Anaxagoras' pretty sleeping face.

As Phainon continued to bask in his goddess's presence, he was snapped out of it when the boy suddenly turned around. He let out a small groan of disappointment. Giving up, he pushed himself off the ground and went over to the door.

There's a few things he'd like to look around at anyway.

Stepping out of the room, he made sure to close it and quietly stepped across the hallway. It looked the same as his own apartment but decorated differently.

Well, more like decorated less.

There was only a single plant in the center of the small coffee table. There was also an average-looking couch which appeared to look the exact same as the one he had in his own apartment. That was basically it.

Phainon moved deeper into the household and eventually made it to Anaxagoras' iconic streaming room.

A lot of the colors were mainly decorated with light green and a few hints of blue. There were also a few things that were decorated with Dromas. Did he ever mention he liked those animals during streams?

Phainon hesitantly walked over to the chair and plopped himself down on it. He could feel the soft material sink as he sat down, right where Anaxagoras' sat.

Phainon let out a quiet noise of excitement in his beloveds favorite seat. He quickly shut himself up though. He didn't want to wake the boy up after all.

He looked around the desk and stared at himself through the dark screen of the monitor. He couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed of himself for doing such a sinful crime. He'd have to repent for his sins some time by doing something good after this.

Eventually he finally decided that today would be enough. He can just come back tomorrow, perhaps. Maybe take some dirty cloth or item stained with Anaxagoras' scent so he could always have some part of him.

Phainon made his way back to the porch and slid the glass door to the side, stepping out to feel the cold gust of wind hit his body.

He closed the door before him as he made his way over to the fire escape.

It wasn't too close to him, but Phainon thought that he could still probably make the jump.

The boy climbed onto the cement railings and sat down on it. He then hopped off and landed spot-on in the middle of the stairway.

Phainon walked up the short flight of stairs until he made it to his own apartment and hopped right off of the stairs. A flawless landing! Well, at least to Phainon.

He opened the door and stepped back inside of his apartment, the familiar scent of home filling his nostrils. It could never compare to that beautiful, fresh, amazing and excellent scent of his beloved boy though.

Phainon made his way to his room and sat down at his computer.

He was lucky enough to be able to find a decently cheap printer at Walmart a few days ago. The only reason he bought it was because he wanted to print out the screenshots he took of Anaxagoras and the future photos of his real self. And now he was in the future and had those real photos.

He turned on his computer and immediately went on his phone to sent the photo to his computer. After his device received it, he opened his printer app and uploaded the photo to the app.

Well all he had to do now was wait while his photo printed out.

Phainon thought back to Anaxagoras quickly. His heart quickly filled up with warmth by just imagining him.

His face was so cute—not to mention soft-and-squishy looking—and his body small and petite. He could probably bench press him standing up if he wanted to. Well, that's if Anaxagoras agreed to.

Phainon spun around in his office chair full of joy as his brain flooded with memories of his beloved.

Now that he was thinking about it, his closet was quite an interesting sight to see. Either Anaxagoras was a really huge creep and took other girl's panties or that he actually was one of them.

...No, but isn't he a boy?

Now making about it, there's a high chance that he's just transgender. Not that it bothered Phainon. It could never bother Phainon, in fact. He may as well love it that way.

He'd probably have to keep this information to himself though. After all, he only wishes the best for his best boy and it'd be much more fun to play with him.

Phainon was snapped out of his thoughts as he saw that his photo was done printing.

He immediately yanked it away from the print and grabbed a pair of scissors, snipping away the unnecessary ends of the white paper so only the photo showed. After he was done, he quickly grabbed a roll of clear tape and dashed over to where he kept all his photos. Which was his bed, of course.

Phainon pressed it flat against the wall and ripped a short piece of tape off the roll. He then connected the photograph and sticky material then pinning it against the wall and repeating for all sides.

He managed to finish in a minute and admired the beautiful photo he had successfully secured.

Anaxagoras' real face was so pretty, nothing like he could have ever imagined. It was like it was beyond his comprehension.

Phainon flopped onto his bed, his eyes closed shut from the pleasurable warmth that filled his heart. It was almost like he could just...explode, right there and then. But then he'd get all of his beautiful photos dirty, and there's no way he could let that happen.

He looked around the area near his bed and admired the many photos he had plastered on the wall. At some point he realized that he had too many photos on his side, and then he switched to the front of his bed. Then he started running out of space there and ended up having to go up a little. There was even one on his roof. 

Even though he knew that they were just photos, he couldn't help but feel like the real thing was right next to him, in front of him, behind him, and completely surrounding him. It gave Phainon an ecstatic feeling of pleasure that coursed through his body.

"Today was a good day." Phainon thought, pulling his blanket over himself as he stared at the photo on the roof. But now it was about time to go to bed. It's pretty late after all.

***

Anaxa woke up hot and bothered in his bed. He could feel the droplets of sweat drip down his forehead and down to his cheeks.

This type of stuff only happens when he dreams, but he didn't have any last night. It was definitely strange but there was probably not a lot to worry about. Maybe he left the heater on last night or something.

Anaxa slowly rise from his bed and rubbed his eyes, letting his vision slowly come back to him.

He moved his tongue around in his mouth and was met with intense dehydration. He didn't get to drink any water yesterday and didn't eat a lot either.

Well that was because he didn't have any damn ingredients in his fridge. Maybe he should go shopping or something.

The boy turned around and reached for the usual spot his eyepatch was—his bedside table of course—and stood up. His arms automatically lifted into the air and arched his back as he stretched to bring the life back into his body.

After adjusting to the fact that he just woke up, he snapped his eyepatch on and marched over to his closet, rummaging through the few options to choose from. Eventually, he picked out a white t-shirt and black shorts. It was simple but comfortable at least.

Anaxa walked out of his room when he finished changing up and went over to his kitchen. He wasn't really hungry, but he still acknowledged the fact that he needed to eat. How would all of his fans feel if he didn't?

He opened up the fridge and was met again with only the leftovers that Cerces made. He didn't feel like eating it, and it may as well already gone bad.

Anaxa groaned as he shut the fridge. He felt too lazy to make a full meal, and he didn't even know if he had the money to get take out. Well, he probably could, he just didn't feel like picking it up since they always over-charge the delivery way.

The boy forced himself to walk over to the front door and sat down. He then reached out for his shoes and easily slipped them on.

Anaxa really, really didn't want to go out right now, but things had to be done at some point. He really wishes food could just spawn in his fridge whenever he wanted. Sadly that could never happen though.

He stood up from where he sat and reluctantly opened the door. There he saw the blue sky and the white clouds pass with the sun shining brightly. The sight made him feel even worse somehow.

Anaxa stepped out and felt the slight breeze hit him as he did. He then turned around to lock and shut his door and dragged himself over to the elevator.

"What should I buy?" He thought to himself as he walked. Maybe just a box of instant noodles and a few other things he could snack on some time.

He walked over to the front of the elevator and pressed the "UP" button and waited for it to arrive. A few seconds later, the machine appeared in front of him and automatically opened up for him.

Anaxa stepped inside and squinted at the buttons in search of finding the "Floor One" option. He did eventually find it and immediately pressed it. As soon as he did, he watched the elevator doors automatically close in front of him.

It would usually take a minute or two to reach the bottom floor. He had to blame himself for that, though. After all, he did live on the top floor by choice.

However, the elevator quickly came to a stop and opened the door to the floor below him.

Anaxa glanced up from the floor and saw a tall man with white hair stare at the entrance of the elevator. "Maybe he's just on his way to work." He thought to himself.

He drew his eyes away from the man and decided not to bother him. The other hesitated for a moment before quickly making his way into the elevator.

Anaxa shuffled away a little bit in an attempt to make him feel a little more comfortable.

"...S-so, where you heading to?" He heard the other say. Anaxa looked up at the man and stared at him in the eye. "Just buying stuff." He simply replied before looking away.

"Oh, wow, me too!" The man said, perking up immediately. "Are you gonna go to the farther one or that little store across the street? They have quite a lot of good stuff for such a small place, y'know." He chattered loudly. His eyes never seemed to fall away from Anaxa either.

"Um, yeah, that one. I usually go to that one." He simply replied. "Oh, we should go together then! That'd be, um, fun." He heard the other say, his voice lowering at that last sentence.

"If you want." Anaxa simply replied.

The elevator quickly came to a stop as it reached the bottom floor. Anaxa was first to step out, and the taller man quickly followed suit. "Did I ever catch your name, mister?" He said, slowing his pace to match the shorter one.

"It's, uh, Anaxa." He said. He thought of saying his online name, but then he thought that would be weird. The man simply smiled and nodded as he followed him.

The two of them made their way over to the store that was just across the street and stepped inside, the soft yet high-pitched sound of the bell ringing as they did.

Anaxa made his way through the shelves and looked around, trying to find the aisle that he was forced to be fond of.

He eventually was about to find where they stored all of their instant noodles.

Anaxa grabbed a box of one and held the back of it in his hands as he walked to another aisle. He stood up on the tips of his toes to peek around and was met with the sight of the white-haired man. The boy instantly smiled at the shorter one and waved happily.

He looked away and went over to another aisle and simply picked what he found tasty-looking or some products that he needed—which was usually only hair-ties.

After gathering everything that he needed, he stacked him all on top of his box of noodles and walked over to the cashier to purchase everything.

He placed all of them on the counter and watched as each item got scanned. The total cost was $14.73, which was honestly much more cheaper than he expected.

Anaxa swiped his credit card on the machine and grabbed all of his stuff after he was done.

The man was already finished minutes before him, only buying some vegetables and maybe a few snacks from what he saw in the almost-translucent bag. "Are you ready, mister Anaxa?" He said, lending him his hand as if he was a princess.

Anaxa nodded and ignored the hand that was offered to him. After all, he still felt the need that he should stay professional. He heard a small sigh of disappointment as he did, though, which made him feel a little bad.

The two made their way back to the apartment complex, with the taller man making quick small talk and life stories on the way as if he was programmed to. Although his appearance seemed frightening at first, the shorter one had already gotten more used to it already.

They both stepped into the elevator, and Anaxa stepped back a little and silently let the other pick his own floor. The man quickly understood the message and picked the floor right under him. Anaxa then picked the one right above him. A soft giggle was heard from the taller one.

"What's so amusing?" Anaxa asked, looking back at the other. The man quickly put on a serious face and laughed it off. "Oh, it's nothing. I just thought it was...silly. How we live a floor apart." He said.

The boy nodded in response and waited for the elevator to reach it's destination. A minute later, the elevator came to a stop and automatically opened. "This must be my stop. Thanks for coming with me, Anaxago—Anaxa." He said, awkwardly fixing his sentence. 

"Thank you, too, mister..." He said, mumbling at that last part. Did he ever catch his name?

"Phainon." The white-haired man said before walking off to his own apartment.

***

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my godohmygodohmygodohmygod—"

Phainon endlessly chattered in his room, curling himself into a ball while gripping a framed photo of his beloved.

...He just talked to him.

He just saw him.

He just acknowledged him.

He knows his name.

He knows his real name.

Anaxa. Anaxa. Anaxa. Anaxa. AnaxaAnaxaAnaxaAnaxa—

That's him. That's the real him. Anaxa and Anaxagoras, how has he never connected that?

Phainon felt that warm, fuzzy feeling starting to sprout inside of his heart, just like how he felt just a few minutes ago.

They had gotten so close, although not really emotionally but definitely physically. If only Anaxagoras just...took his hand, then they could've been holding hands.

Just like a couple.

Phainon felt liquid start to dribble down to his chin and wiped it off. He didn't even realize that he had started drooling again. Heck, he even almost stained one of his beautiful photos of his pretty goddess.

He thought back to that precious memory again. Oh, how he wished to experience it again.

When he woke up that morning to make breakfast, he saw how he was starting to run out of vegetables so he decided to go out and buy some more. Maybe even a snack or two just for him.

When he walked over to the elevator, he pressed the "DOWN" button and watched as the elevator eventually descended down. And there he saw him again.

Anaxagoras' was wearing something simple—something him—but it somehow made Phainon feel oh-so weak in the knees. The shirt he wore was just straight white—a little wrinkled and oversized—but that just made him even cuter. The shorts he wore reached down to his knees but hung a little lower on his hips which made him even more cuter. It even showed a little skin at the hips. And the fact that it was just Anaxagoras in the flesh made him look even more cuter. And the way he looked at him made him even more cuter. And the way his hair was messy made him even cuter. And the way he—

Phainon hit himself with the hard frame of the picture before he could continue his train of "even more cuter" thoughts. In summary, he just found the boy really, really, really cute.

When he stepped inside, Anaxagoras didn't even look at him—he even stepped away from him! Was he uncomfortable? Did he do something wrong? Or maybe he was just being nice? That had to be the solution.

That's so kind of him. Scooting away from someone to let him have space to themselves just made his Anaxagoras even more admirable.

They even got to talk! Even though it was very little, it felt as if god was paying him back for all of his good deeds he ever committed. From now on, he's definitely going to continue being good for even greater rewards. Maybe next time he could even touch him!

He really wishes he could reenact that same moment. In all of his twenty-five years, that has to be his new favorite moment.

Maybe Anaxagoras might mention him during a stream? "Oh, that'd be amazing." Phainon thought to himself.

He'd say "I found this cute stranger when I was on the way to the store, and I really want to ask him out. Should I do it?" and then all of chat will obviously agree of course. And then after that, Anaxagoras and Phainon will meet under a beautiful, blooming cherry tree and then his goddess will confess to him. Then they'll kiss under the beautiful shade and get married and move in together and go watch movies together and go on dates together and go camping together and have vacations together and get a pet and have se—

Phainon buried his face into his pillow and screamed into it, efficiently muffling the sound.

He could feel his head starting to burn away from the embarrassment and shame of even thinking such a terrible thought. If Anaxagoras could read his mind then he'd definitely get banned from his streams.

That'd be terrible.

If he were to get banned from his streams then he'd probably be dead in three days. To be deprived of the sight of his beloved would be the worst punishment. Worse than getting your fingers chopped off and then your limbs slowly getting sawed away.

After Phainon finished letting his head cool down, he slowly got up and placed the framed picture back where it was supposed to be—on his desktop where he could always observe him.

He made his way out of his room and walked over to his kitchen to continue what he was already doing—making his breakfast for the day.

He already decided to make something that Anaxagoras enjoyed. He was lucky that he was still able to remember what he liked, which was apparently just meat dishes. Yet when he went shopping with him, he only bought noodles and a few other stuff.

Maybe he's not getting enough money? Phainon should start donating more.

He quickly started to prepare his meal. Today he's making stir-fry! Even though it's a pretty heavy dish for breakfast, it'll be nice to have.

And he was also planning on giving it to Anaxagoras, of course. Maybe just pretend he was giving some food out and then happen to come across his door. Oh, how nice...

Phainon almost melted to the thought of it—to seeing his beautiful goddess again.

Even though he already saw him minutes ago he felt somewhat starved of his attention again. 

He really really wants to see Anaxagoras again. But to do that, he's gotta get to work!

***

Anaxa laid down on his couch, his body limp as if he was dead.

He didn't feel like doing anything today. He knew he already promised himself that he would eat something but he didn't feel the effort to open the box of noodles.

The boy groaned in annoyance, rolling on his couch until he fell off and made a soft thud to the cold floor.

Anaxa groaned in annoyance and irritation. He rolled around on the rug until he hit his coffee table which caused him to stop.

As he was about to sit up, he heard his doorbell ring.

"Hello? Hellohello?" He heard through the door. Anaxa let out a sigh of irritation before forcing himself to sit back and go to the front door.

It was probably just some random scammer at his door trying to persuade him into buying stuff. Or some random religious people trying to make him listen to their constant chattering. Or maybe just the mailman.

Anaxa cracked the door open and started speaking before he even looked.

"Hey, um, sorry, I'm kind of in the middle of—" He cut himself off as soon as he recognized the man outside his door.

"Hm? Are you alright, Anaxa?" The other said, putting a hand on the doorframe.

"Oh, no, I'm alright. It's...Phainon, right?" Anaxa said, opening the door a little bit more. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Oh, me? I'm just...delivering some food. I kinda ended up making too much, so I'm just going on and passing some around!" Phainon said, his voice chipper and happy. Anaxa wished he had that sort of energy.

"What'd you make?" The boy said, opening the door a tiny bit more to look outside. He felt the sunlight start to glimmer onto his face and let the warmth project on him.

"It's pork stir-fry! It's my mom's special recipe, so if you want some more then you gotta ask me because I'm not allowed to give it to anyone else." Phainon said with a big smile on his face. It honestly looked a little uncanny, but Anaxa quickly brushed it off.

"Here, here, take it! You can keep the container too!" He said, forcefully shoving the container full of food into the boy's hand. "It's still warm," he thought to himself.

"Um, thank you, I appreciate it." Anaxa said, giving him a small bow of respect before shutting the door.

Well, attempt to.

"By the way, are you sure you're alright? You don't look so good, buddy." Phainon said, putting his foot between the door and the doorframe. "I am. I was just a little hungry." Anaxa said nonchalantly and trying to get the other off his property indirectly.

"Oh, well if you really think so. If you ever need me, I'm just a floor away! Bye, Anaxagor—Anaxa." The man said before waving him goodbye and flashing another one of his charming(yet also a bit uncanny)smile at him.

Anaxa nodded in response and shut the door. He turned away to press his back against the cold material of the door and stared down at the container.

The bottom of it felt warm against his fingers as he held it. The lid also had some steam visible on it through the plastic material. He pressed his thumb against it and felt the heat transfer to his skin.

He walked over to the kitchen and placed the container on the counter. He then reached into one of the overhead cabinets and grabbed one of his many plates and placed it right next to the container.

He pulled off the lid and was immediately faced with the savory aroma of the food. It's been a while since he ate something that smelt as good as this.

He pulled out a spoon from another cabinet and scooped a piece of the meat and plopped it into his mouth.

"...It's good." Anaxa said softly. It was pretty tasty, but it wasn't the type where overreacting would be valid. It was just good, that's pretty much all.

He scooped about half of the meal onto his plate and snapped the lid back into place. He then moved over to his fridge and threw it to the back. He'll probably just eat it later.

He walked over to his coffee table in the living room and placed the plate on it, then sitting down on the floor right in front of it.

To be honest, he was grateful that Phainon brought him something to eat. After all, Anaxa really didn't feel like eating instant noodles.

He used his spoon to pick around at it and find a piece that he thought was worthy of being devoured. He then plopped it into his mouth and simply repeated.

Anaxa made sure to occasionally eat the veggies of course even though he dislikes it. His chat always had to make sure he ate everything off his plate by guilt tripping him all the time.

He didn't really have anything to do when he'd finish eating. Maybe play on his computer, play on his phone, draw, maybe window shop on Amazon, whatever will do. Maybe even taking a nap will suffice his eventual boredom.

Anaxa ended up slowing down his pace of eating—chewing slower and savoring each taste—just to prevent himself from getting bored. It's good that he did, though, since the food tasted good.

A few minutes later, Anaxa ended up finishing his food. He didn't feel disappointed though because—as he said earlier—it tasted good. And he felt pretty full, which was a good thing according to his chat.

...Now what should he do.

Anaxa laid back against his couch, his head leaning against the soft cushion.

There wasn't much he could do besides use his devices. All the other stuff seemed otherwise boring.

...Oh, right, didn't he say that he'd take a bath yesterday?

Reluctantly, Anaxa stood up from his seat and grabbed his plate. He walked over to the kitchen and threw it carelessly into the sink and went over to the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a few minutes before quickly snapping out of it.

He turned around and started to reluctantly take off each article of his clothing. First his shirt, then his shorts, and now he had to do the layer that nobody saw.

He hesitantly took off the binder that otherwise did nothing to hide his chest. Not that it it was a bad product, just that Anaxa's chest was just small in general. He looked down and stared at himself.

He could practically see every single one of his bones due to how skinny he was. His chat—and even Cerces—always told him to eat more so he doesn't randomly drop dead from starvation. He doubt that would ever happen though.

Anaxa could visibly see the effects of it though. He practically had only flesh on himself.

His eyes slowly averted to his chest, staring at the some-what soft flesh and the slight perkiness of his nipples.

Anaxa quickly looked off to the side in embarrassment of looking at his own body a little bit too much.

"Whatever, whatever." He muttered under his breath and his hands moved down to his hips.

He felt around at the soft fabric that covered himself and slipped a finger between his skin and the cotton.

He slowly pulled it down until it eventually fell to his feet.

Anaxa—deciding to not stare at himself even longer—quickly made his way over to his shower and turned it on with a simple twist. He waited for a minute or two until it got warm enough for him to step it.

Whilst waiting, he occasionally glanced over to the mirror and looked at him. He always averted his eyes away from his own reflection though. Almost as if he was scared of it or something.

Anaxa stuck a hand inside of the shower to test the temperature of the water, and when he finally found it alright enough, he stepped inside.

***

Phainon stood in his bathroom and carefully listened to whatever was happening on the floor above.

"Is he washing up?" He asked himself, his head slightly tilted as he looked up. He had barely, just barely heard the soft footsteps of Anaxagoras wander around his apartment before the sound finally stopped at the bathroom.

As soon as he heard the sound of water starting to patter down onto the floor, he already knew the answer.

"...Anaxa's naked right now." Phainon thought, a smile starting to creep onto his face.

He figured that the boy would probably be in there for a while, so now is the perfect opportunity to go back to his house.

Phainon figured he didn't have to change into his darker clothes. He did feel the need too, anyway and it'd take some time.

He stepped outside of his porch and turned to the staircase next to him and hopped on. It was a lot easier to do it now since he's done it already, but the slight lingering pain when he landed still made itself known.

Not that Phainon cares. He has better things to take care of.

The man quickly made his way up the flight of stairs until he reached the porch right above him. Immediately, Phainon jumped down and slid the door open.

That scent of Anaxagoras that he yearned for finally, finally filled his nostrils with his fragrant scent and beautiful presence.

Phainon took a nice, deep breath and looked around the room.

Everything looked about the same when he last came here. Even the desk that had Anaxagoras' computer remained in the exact state from yesterday.

He walked over to the kitchen and looked inside of the fridge, and there he saw that container he had given him.

The man pulled it out of the fridge and looked at it. He could see the contents through the transparent plastic of the lid and saw how half of the meal was already gone.

"Oh, he must've loved it!" Phainon exclaimed to himself quietly. He felt like he could just melt right there in then for the sake of lovely joy. Maybe he should make some more tomorrow.

Phainon put it back in place and closed the fridge before turning around to face the sink. Inside had a few dirty plates, cups, and quite a lot of forks. Perhaps it was from eating all those noodles.

The man sighed in disappointment. He hated how Anaxagoras forced himself to eat such crappy food every day. Maybe he should make a fan club just for him where they make a bunch of money and dump it all on his streams! Yeah, he should definitely do that.

Phainon then made his way over to Anaxagoras' room, making sure to be extra quiet when he passed the bathroom door. He didn't want to get caught after all.

He opened the door to the familiar door and was met with the scent of Anaxa again, yet this time more stronger and mixed with a sweaty hint.

"Like just him..." He thought to himself as he basked in the pleasant aroma.

Phainon never wanted to leave this room. After all, it was where his goddess spent all of his time probably rotting away in his bed. That's not really a good thing, though. The human body should always be up and moving!

He walked around the room, admiring each and every little detail there was to it. He even tried to memorize the texture of the walls like it was braille although he easily gave up. 

Eventually, Phainon made his way back to his closet and eagerly opened up the door and dug through the clothes on the floor. That must mean it was dirty, right?

In an instant, the man immediately indulged himself in the scent of Anaxa's old clothing. It still had his beautiful, amazing fragrance that only he could have.

He brought his Dromas pajamas up to his nose and deeply inhaled,  taking in the fresh scent. There's a chance that it haven't even aged an hour old yet, so this is probably the closest Phainon will ever get to getting a real whiff of Anaxa's scent.

"Ohh..." Phainon moaned out loud as he continued to inhale deeply. It was as if he was trying to extract every bit of sweat and smell from it.

He quickly switched his target when he noticed the white pair of panties lying on the bottom of the pile.

Phainon quickly reached his hand out to snatch it and held it in his hands. He didn't even let his finger's touch the fabric. It was as if it was the most delicate thing ever. Almost as if even a single speck of dust could make it crumble apart.

He hesitated before he slowly brought it to his face and lightly inhaled. Phainon's eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as he caught a whiff of it.

Immediately, he had his face buried in the thing.

The man had drool obviously dripping out from his mouth, but he didn't care. It even dripped onto the floor and ended up staining the soft material. It's should be fine though because by the time Anaxa finally decides to do his laundry, the wet fabric would have already been dried up.

He really wanted to bring his thing back home.

Phainon could smell everything that was part of Anaxa, and it was divine. How could anyone be this perfect? It almost smelt a little sweet if you really got into it.

He slowly stuck his tongue out and hesitantly brought the fabric to it. As soon as he felt it slightly touch the tip of his tongue, he immediately felt overwhelmed with pleasure. It was like he could just cum right there on the spot.

Phainon forced himself to bring his hands away from himself. It'd be bad if he did any more than that. Although he really wishes he could do more with it—maybe even take it home—he knew that he couldn't.

He walked over to the door to Anaxa's room and opened it. He made sure to close the door behind him as he made his way back to the porch. He then slid the door open and made his escape, away from that apartment where he committed a dreadful sin.

When he got back home he was still completely dazed.

The scent and the slight presence of Anaxagoras still lingered in his mouth. Even if it was for a second and only momentarily, Phainon couldn't help but desire more.

He looked down at his hand and stared at it.

Even though it just a piece of cloth, he basically just touched a place where no one can touch. "...Am I technically his first now?" Phainon thought to himself, his head tilting in confusion.

"No, no, that's just stupid." He muttered before sitting down on his couch and lay down on his side.

He really, really wishes that he could feel it again. Feel that soft material under his hands and the fragrant scent of Anaxagoras' body. It was so nice. It felt like everything from that household came from heaven itself.

Phainon brought his hand up to his face and held it close to him. After all, it probably still had the precious scent of his goddess.

He lightly sniffed it in an attempt to milk out the scent that he may still have lingering on him. And he could barely—just barely—get a small whiff of Anaxa.

Phainon felt a soft smile creep into his face as he continued to shove his hand all in his face, rubbing that fragrance smell onto himself. Now they could be together, even if not physically. Perhaps spiritually in a way.

"Mmh..." Phainon moaned out loud. He could already feel the presence of Anaxagoras transfer to his own body. It felt so amazing—like he was getting his body purified and cleansed clean of his sins.

The man eventually moved back to his room and immediately jumped onto his bed. He turned to look around at the walls and all of the pictures of his beloved.

There were so many—it was almost like Phainon was really surrounded by him—and it made him feel that amazing, warm feeling again.

He laid down on his side and stared at the wall of pictures. 

Anaxagoras always looked so pretty.

Anaxa also always looked so pretty.

Phainon stared at his most recent photo of his goddess and gazed at it lovingly. His sleeping face was so, so beautiful.

Oh, how he yearns to experience that moment again.

He felt so nice when he first saw Anaxagoras in real life. He looked as cute as his model—no, even cuter. He was the definition of adorable, divine, amazing, pretty, elegant, magnificent, intelligence, everything.

"So cute..." He mumbled to himself, his eyes darkening as he felt his pants grow tight.

Phainon let out a small grunt when he looked down at himself. He could already see the slowly forming tent in his pants. All because of one simple, cute man.

He was quick to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants as if he's done this too many times to count. Which he pretty much has at this point.

Phainon watched as his cock sprung out from his pants. 

He closed his eyes in shame as he reluctantly placed his palm on the tip. He could feel the tiny bit of sliminess stick to his hand.

When he pulled his hand away he saw the thin trail of the liquid connect his palm to his dick. Someday, this thing is going to go inside of Anaxa.

Phainon felt himself harden at the thought.

He moved his hand lower to wrap his fingers around the base as he looked back at the wall, admiring all of his posters. 

Anaxagoras was so adorable, and so was Anaxa. So cute, what a terrifying combo. It'd be a dream to be able to see them side by side, equally worshipping Phainon.

It'd be like a dream. If Anaxagoras were to sudden become real then all three of them could have their best moments together.

Phainon moaned at the thought of being able to experience that. Although he knew it could never become real he still wanted to indulge in his fantasies.

His hand started picking up the pace, stroking himself faster than before. He used his other hand to cover his mouth to avoid letting any more moans escape from his mouth. If Anaxa were to hear then he'd never see him the same.

He gazed upon all of his photos, his eyes quickly darting around to try and admire all of them at the same time. Anaxagoras was so pretty. 

Phainon turned his head to face the other wall of pictures and searched for his first real photo.

Anaxa was asleep soundly on his bed, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened. If he looked hard enough then he could see a tiny bit of his tongue.

"So adorable," the man thought, his hand automatically working faster on reflex. 

His hair was a little tousled and his hair tie was slipping off a little, letting his hair rest more freely on the bedsheets. His eyes were closed, yet Phainon felt like he was staring intensely at him. 

Oh, and that scent.

Phainon tried his best to remember that exact scent. It smelt amazing, like Anaxa. Not Anaxagoras, but Anaxa.

"Ahh..." The man moaned, his hand quickening it's pace. 

He couldn't find the words to describe it. How do you even describe perfection? Amazing? Nice? Elegant? No, more than that. Neither of those words could compare to his beloved.

When he managed to get his hands on his beloved's panties, he felt like he was being blessed. To find such an amazing artifact had to be a gift from god. What else could explain that heavenly scent?

He even got to taste him even if it was just a little. Phainon knew better than to do anymore than just a tiny dip of his tongue. Just a small bit of that taste was enough to almost send him over the edge. If he went even further, who knows what would've happened?

If only he could feel that soft material once more. To smell the scent that only belongs to Anaxa and Anaxa only. That beautiful, musky scent where his beautiful pussy laid comfortably. He could just barely see the white stains on the fabric from the bleach.

At just the same time, Phainon felt the knot in his stomach tighten as he was about to reach his climax. He eagerly sped up the pace, imagining that his hand was Anaxa's.

"Oh..." He moaned quietly, his head looking down in pleasure as he closed his eyes shut. He pressed his lips together to stifle any other shameful noises he'd make while remembering his beloved's aroma.

Phainon felt the feeling his stomach grow stronger and stronger and his pace going faster and faster, trying his best to catch up to eventual orgasm.

The man let out a small gasp through the seeps of his fingers as he came.

He quickly recovered though as soon as he realized he got one of his pictures dirty. He swore under his breath as he cleaned himself up in haste and went over to his desk to grab a tissue. 

As soon as he received it, Phainon leaped onto his bed and wiped away the white liquid carefully. He didn't want to accidentally rip it after all.

"Oh no, oh no..." He mumbled, his face transforming into a frown. He should have been more careful as to not hurt his precious Anaxagoras. He was one of the person most precious to him after all.

Phainon managed to get rid of the stains on the printed out photo. If he had been even a little late and a less careful then it'd probably rip or get dirty. He didn't want his goddess to be filthy, he'd hate it.

After he cleaned up, he heard a small ding from his phone. He curiously looked over and saw a text message from Mydei.

Mydei: "Do you go bowling with me and Cipher."

Phainon: "Yeah sure. Right now or later?"

Mydei: "Now."

Mydei: "I'm at your door."

Phainon: "Pardon?"

Phainon scrambled to his door and looked into the peephole and saw non other than Mydeimos standing there with his arms crossed. "Ugh, he wasn't kidding..." Phainon thought to himself as he swung the door open.

"You could've given me a heads-up before you came." He said as he opened the door, flashing a charming smile at him and extended his hand out. Mydei shook his hand and glared at him. "I did, did you not look at my message?" He replied.

Phainon tilted his head in confusion. "Huh? You did?" He asked, stepping outside. "Sorry buddy. I was, uh...doing something. It was super super urgent."

Mydei looked up and down at the other, seemingly investigating him. "What was it?" he asked. "Oh, just nothing, nothing at all." Phainon said with a smile and shut the door behind him.

Mydei decided to let it go. It wasn't like it was any of his business. Just by guessing, though, it probably had something to do with that Anaxagoras guy.

***

Anaxa looked down at his feet and simply felt the warm water sprinkle onto him. It's been a while since he's washed up.

After letting his body soak up the water, he reached for the soap bar laying down on the shower shelf. It was starting to get pretty small which probably isn't good. He'd have to go buy another one in a few days probably.

He lightly swiped it around his body and rubbed himself with the bar. 

He went from his arm, then his other arm, then his chest and stomach, and down to his legs. After doing almost all of himself, he hesitated behind continuing.

Anaxa slid his hand between his thighs and lightly rubbed the bar against himself.

"Mmn..." He lightly whimpered as he did. He pressed his lips together to suppress any other noises he'd make. He hates being this sensitive.

After he was done he quickly retracted his hand and placed the soap bar back on the shower shelf. He let went the water from the showerhead clean off the soap on his body.

After getting washed off, Anaxa went on the tips of his toes to reach the bottle of shampoo on the shelf. He squirted some on his hands, stepped away from the water and then rubbing it onto his scalp.

Anaxa went out a small sound of pleasure as he scratched himself. It felt pretty nice, like someone was getting him physical praises, like head pats.

After he was done, he shuffled back into the water and let the liquid rinse himself down. He then reached over for the bottle of conditioner.

He repeated the actions he did earlier but instead applied it to the ends of his hair. He usually used quite a large amount since his hair was pretty long. He hated it, though.

He slatted the soap onto his hair and walked back into the water when he finished. It took a little bit to finish but there's always an end to everything.

After making sure all of the soap was completely gone, he slid open the glass door and stepped out. He made sure to be extra careful so he didn't slip either.

Anaxa grabbed his towel and patted down his body, making sure to get every droplet of water. He then wrapped the towel around his head and aggressively rubbed it against his head.

He hated have his hair wet. At most times it'd always linger even if he continued drying it off for ten minutes straight.

Anaxa eventually gave up after five minutes of rubbing his scalp and the ends of his hair with the towel. He threw it onto the floor someplace else and walked over to his pile of clothes.

Although he knew it was unsanitary, he'd usually just wear the same thing after he showered. Even if it was throw into a pile of clothes mixed in with others. Plus, he figured it'd be fine since he changed the moment he woke up, and right now it's a little around noon.

Anaxa quickly changed into his old clothes. He didn't bother to tie his hair today and simply let it flow freely. He wasn't used to the feeling of it being untied but he knew he had to get used to it some day.

The boy walked out and went to his computer. He sat down on the comfy material and melted into the feeling. He didn't even get the chance to even stare at his precious computer for more than a minute today.

He turned to face his computer and booted it up, watching the genetic landscape photos appear. He quickly typed in his password and was faced with his pretty wallpaper.

Now he only had to waste his time doing something until it was time to stream.

———

Anaxa let out a small chuckle at the video he was watching but his attention was suddenly snatched away by his phone alarm. He turned to look at his phone screen and saw what it was for.

"Hm, streaming time." He muttered to himself.

Anaxa repeated the same ritual he usually did when it was streaming time—get his streaming app ready, turn on webcam and model, find a game to play and stream. Yet this time he didn't have anything to play prepared.

Since he's already played every game that he found entertaining he decided that he could just do a Just Chatting stream. Even though it always seemed pretty boring. Maybe he could host a Q&A?

When the stream came live, he waited for a little bit to start his introduction as usual. The viewers seemed to come crashing in a little bit faster than normal. As of right now, he had twenty-seven people on.

"Hello everyone, it's me—Anaxagoras. I'm glade that you're here to support me." He said, forcing a smile on his face. "Today I didn't plan much today, so we can just talk. If you have any questions then feel free to ask. I will not do your homework though." He ended that last sentence with a harder tone.

Anaxa looked at the chat as a few messages started flowing in.

"How was your day?"

"Did you eat yet?"

"flash us pls"

"...Eugh, what is wrong with you." Anaxa said, specifically targeting that last message. He scrolled through the other messages and answered as he went.

He usually kept his answers short and professional as to not make any other people wait too long for their question to be answered.

There were a few ones where it was an obvious joke, like asking where he lives, take off his clothes and all other weird stuff. Anaxa didn't even bother to glance at it or read it. After all, immature people like them shouldn't deserve his attention.

After reading through most of the questions he decided to change the subject to himself.

"Today I ran out of good stuff to eat so unfortunately I had to go out." He said, looking at his webcam. He could see the chat started to flow with messages in his peripheral vision.

"And then when I was inside the elevator, I met this guy—Phainon. He was pretty cool." Anaxa kept rambling on, his focus now on the chat. He watched as more messages flowed in, letting out a sentences of whatever.

"We ended up just going to the store together to buy stuff we needed. It was alright. And then when I got home, he came to my apartment and gave me some food. It tasted pretty good." He continued.

Anaxa talked about the rest of his day, like taking that shower and just rotting on his gamer chair and staring at the screen.

"So, yeah, that's what I—"

Anaxa stopped himself mid-sentence as he felt a familiar throb of pain in his stomach and a wet feeling between his thighs.

"Are you serious?" He thought to himself. He quickly turned his attention back to his computer and spoke into his microphone. "Sorry, I'm gonna go to bathroom." He said before leaving in a quick haste.

When he reached his bathroom, he immediately shut the door behind him and let out a deep breath.

After recovering, he moved his hands to the waistband of his shorts and hesitated before hook him between his fingers to pull them down. Just a little bit lower would suffice.

Anaxa placed a hand on his stomach as if he was trying to soothe the pain away and in preparation for what he was about to do. When he finally felt that he was ready, he dipped a finger into his panties and felt the stickiness cling onto his fingers.

He immediately pulled it out and looked at the liquid that poured out from his body.

Blood.

Blood. Seriously? Right now?

Anaxa groaned in irritation as he pulled his shorts back up and headed to his room. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him as he marched his way to his closet.

Crouching down, he rummaged through his drawers until he found his special set of underwear that he always wore when he was on his period.

When he retrieved the piece of cloth he immediately stood back up and practically sprinted off to the bathroom. As soon as he reached his destination, he swiped off his pants along with his panties and changed into the other pair he brought with him.

The ones he previously wore was slightly stained with blood. It wasn't too serious though—nothing that a little bit of scrubbing couldn't fix.

Anaxa went over to the bathroom cabinets and searched through the many products that he would never be using in the future until he found the box of pads.

"Only one left." He muttered under his breath. He groaned in irritation as soon as he realized he'd have to go out again.

"Whatever." He said, shrugging it off as he hastily undid the wrapped and threw it away. He gently placed it onto the area of his crotch with precision. Then he folded the sticky material of the wings onto the back of it and pulled his panties back up. 

Anaxa quickly snatched up his shorts and slid them up, doing a little hop as he did to help himself put it on quicker.

After he finished fixing himself up, he marched over to his streaming away and back on his gaming chair. He could still feel the pain in his stomach linger and throb, only worsening as he kept living longer.

"Sorry everyone, I have to end the stream early. Something...urgent came up," he lied. "Tomorrow I'll do an extra long stream for you all." He said, this time speaking the truth. He then clicked the end stream button and shut his computer off for the day.

The pain was still present in his stomach as he walked towards his room with his hand pressing against his womb. Although he knew that it would do nothing to lessen the body, it still felt nice to at try.

Anaxa opened the door to his bedroom and didn't hesitant to lay down on his bed. He let himself sink into the soft, comfy mattress as he pulled his blanket over him.

He held his life-sized Droma plushie close to him as he curled himself into a ball. The pain had lessened quite a bit already.

The boy felt the warmth of his blanket surround him and soothe him to sleep.

"Today was a long day," he thought before finally dozing off.

***

Phainon sat down on the bench and waited for his turn.

Mydei, Cipher, and himself had been out together all day doing basically nothing. First they went out to eat, then go get some drinks at a cafe, and now they're doing what they planned to do.

So far, Phainon and Mydei had perfectly matched scores. The whole day they've been trying to compete and claim victory for themselves—as usual. Cipher, however, was doing a pretty...well, not-so-impressive job.

"W-wait! I swear I'm better at this, I'm just...only good at it when I'm alone!" She exclaimed, fidgeting with the fake tail on the end of her jacket as she came up with another lame excuse.

"Are you sure about that? If you want I can turn around." Phainon said, a smug smile on his face as he teased her. Cipher nodded in response. "Yeah yeah, do that." She said. He couldn't help but notice her gaze turning over to his bag.

"...Actually, maybe another time." He said, clutching his bag close to him. "Aww, you're no fun, no fun!" She complained.

"Are you two done yet?" Mydei said. "Deliverer, it's your turn."

"Oh, alright!" Phainon said as he stood up from his seat and skipped his way over to the bowling area.

As soon as he picked up the ball, he heard his phone start ringing an alarm.

The man curiously pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. There he saw his 8:00 P.M. alarm going off. And that time meant that...

"Oh my god! Shit!" Phainon exclaimed. He ran to get his bag and passed the heavy ball over to Cipher. "Here, it's your turn. Beat Mydei for me, okay? I got something to do at home." He said before sprinting off. Well, more like attempt to.

Mydei grabbed onto the handle of his bag, successfully putting the other to a stop. "Where are you going? Are you afraid of the fact that you'll lose?" He said. "No, something else!" Phainon replied and continued to try and scurry away like a scared rabbit.

"Dude, it cannot be that important." Cipher said, swinging the bowling ball around. Her arm basically looked like a ragdoll as she did. "Yes! Yes it is!"

"What is it then?" Mydei asked, his face changing to a gentler and curious expression as his grip loosened on the other's bag.

"Anaxagoras! He's gonna be streaming soon!" Phainon explained, his face shifting into a worried expression. There's no way he'll let himself be late.

There was a moment of awkward silence that came upon the three as the other two heard Phainon's stupid reply. They were clearly caught off guard.

The man used this to his advantage as he quickly scurried off to the exit. "I'll pay you two back later, I promise! My treat." He said before he disappeared from their view.

"...There's no way he's serious." Cipher said, her mouth hanging open in shock and confusion. "...Let's just not question it." Mydei replied, sharing the same expression as her but a little lessened.

———

Phainon didn't bother to take the elevator as he quickly made his way up the flight of stairs. Besides, he already knew it would be faster that way.

Before he even reached the floor of his apartment he already had his keys out and ready. When he was finally faced with the appearance of his door, he pressed the keys inside of the keyhole, twisted it and barged it.

He pulled out the keys when he stepped inside and slammed the door after him in excitement as he rushed over to his room.

Phainon was quick to sit down on his chair and boot up his computer. The moment he saw the light shine in his eyes he typed in his password in a type of speed even he's never seen before. He moved the cursor over to Anaxagoras' streaming app and opened it.

The man scanned around the first page to try and find Anaxagoras' stream. Luckily, it was the first one that popped up. As soon as he saw it he immediately clicked it and intently stared at his screen.

Anaxagoras was talking about his day and what happened earlier. He even mentioned his name.

"Oh, he remembers me!" Phainon exclaimed, celebrating in his room. He even said that his food was good!

The boy continued to ramble on about what else he did. Today, he took the time to take a shower—which Phainon obviously remembered—played a few games on his computer, watching some videos, and basically just rot away on his chair. 

That can't be good. Maybe he should ask him to go hang out some day? Maybe go get some sweet treats together.

Just like a date.

The thought of it instantly brought a smile on his face. He could just melt right there and then due to the warmth that filled his body.

Soon after, Anaxagoras suddenly had to leave to go to the bathroom. Although Phainon was disappointed that he could no longer see what was happening beyond the screen, he knew it was for a reason.

When the boy came back, he suddenly said that he had to leave. And then—boom—the screen went black with the bolded words "Thank you for watching!'

...Is that seriously all?

Phainon only got to see his goddess for a total time of 24 minutes and 16 seconds. He even missed about half the stream trying to get here.

"Was it really that urgent?" He thought to himself as he stared at the screen in confusion. Maybe he should pay him a visit.

Yeah. That should satisfy his curiosity, but not right now. There's a chance he's still awake.

"Anaxa, Anaxa, what are you doing up there?" Phainon finally said to himself, look up at the roof of his room curiously.