Vinh's body tensed and arched as his orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his hips bucking wildly against Amelia's mouth as he spilled his seed down her throat. She moaned around him, drawing out the pleasure for as long as she could before finally relenting and pulling away.

He collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body.

"Wow..." Vinh breathed out, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened between them. It felt... incredible. And he didn't want it to end. But then again, he knew that things would never be the same after this. "We should probably..." He trailed off awkwardly, not sure how to finish that sentence. He was afraid if he did, Amelia might take his words the wrong way and leave him for good.

Vinh glanced at his phone on the desk and sighed. "It's almost five," he told her. "You should probably get some more sleep." He didn't sound nearly as annoyed as she expected; instead, there was a strange note of... tenderness in his voice that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.

Amelia nodded and yawned widely, stretching out before curling up on the desk again, this time facing away from him. "I'll be quiet," she promised, closing her eyes once more.

Vinh didn't reply; instead, he just sat there for a moment longer, watching over Amelia as she slept peacefully beside his desk. Something about the way she looked so comfortable and at ease in this room... it made him feel a little less alone.

"Okay," Amelia murmured after a moment, leaning into him again. "That sounds nice." She closed her eyes and nestled closer to him, pressing her body against his in a way that made Vinh's heart race. As they lay there together like this, Vinh couldn't help but wonder if things were finally starting to change between them... or if it was all just another dream.

Time passed slowly as they drifted off to sleep, their breathing gradually slowing and synchronizing.

Vinh's dreams were filled with images of Amelia; they were passionate and erotic, but also frightening in a way he couldn't quite understand. He found himself awake more often than not, only able to catch brief snatches of sleep between the vivid dreamscapes.

Finally, morning came, and with it the realization that Amelia was still asleep beside him. Vinh hesitated for a moment before carefully extracting himself from their tangled embrace.

Amelia smiled slightly, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Thanks... I just thought it would be something easy to talk about." She turned around and began toweling off, her back still facing him as she did so. "You know, we don't have to keep being like this," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Vinh frowned, not quite sure what she meant. "Like what?" he asked cautiously.

Amelia turned back around then, her expression serious. "I don't know... angry all the time. I guess we could try to be nicer to each other." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Maybe even be friends?"

Vinh stared at her in surprise. Friends? With Amelia? The thought had never occurred to him before; he'd always assumed that they would hate each other forever... but now she was suggesting something else entirely. He wasn't sure what to think or how to feel about it.

Vinh rolled his eyes but couldn't help but feel a tiny bit flattered by the comment. "Whatever," he muttered, still not looking at Leonord. "Just leave me alone and let me sleep." He turned away again, trying to ignore the other man's presence as much as possible. It was easier said than done, though; Vinh couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable with Leonord around, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"What the fuck?" Vinh snapped, sitting up abruptly and glaring at Leonord. "You have some nerve, touching me like that!" He yanked his hand away, rubbing at his crotch self-consciously. "Just keep your hands to yourself next time," he growled.

He got out of bed, still half-asleep and grumpy, muttering under his breath about how Leonord never left him alone. Even in his own dreams...

Vinh hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over to where Anonymous knelt. The other boy smiled invitingly up at him, and before he knew what was happening, Vinh found himself on his knees as well, gazing down at the naked form of their classmate beneath them. His heart raced as Anonymous leaned in close, their lips brushing against his ear.

"You've always wanted this," they whispered, their breath hot against his skin. "You've always wondered what it would be like..."

Vinh shivered, unable to deny the truth of Anonymous' words. He knew that he had fantasized about being with them like this, about having their attention focused solely on him. And as much as he hated admitting it, a part of him didn't want this moment to end. But another part of him was still angry, still resentful of Anonymous for always managing to get under his skin and mess with his head.

With a groan, Vinh leaned forward, pressing his lips against Anonymous', their tongues dancing together in a heated exchange. He could feel the other person's surprise at first, but then they melted into it, returning his kiss with equal passion and desire. As their tongues tangled together, Vinh reached down, gripping Anonymous' hips tightly as he began to thrust rhythmically against their friend beneath them.

Anonymous moaned, arching their back as they met each of Vinh's thrusts with eager eagerness. The other person beneath them seemed to be enjoying themselves as well, their fingers tangled in Anonymous' hair and their hips bucking upward in a desperate search for more contact.

The combination of adrenaline and pleasure took its toll on Vinh's body, leaving him breathless by the time they finally stopped making love. As they lay there, catching their breath, Vinh felt a wave of shame wash over him. He couldn't believe how easily he had given in, how quickly he had surrendered himself to the desires that had been driving him crazy all day.

But when Anonymous finally pulled away from them, looking flushed but triumphant, Vinh felt a pang of guilt. "I... I don't understand,"