Roommates With Benefits

James sandwiched the large cardboard box between himself and the door. In order to keep its balance, he lifted up his knee to provide some support so that he could free up a hand to open the door. As he reached out for the doorknob, though, apparently that was when the person inside decided to unlock the door and swing the door open. It swung inward and the box immediately tipped forward out of James' grasp. He scrambled to catch it, unsuccessfully, and instead had to watch as his belongings inside crashed to the floor. He cringed as the items inside loudly shifted, a couple of his trinkets most likely being broken in the process of falling.

James shut his eyes tightly and sighed, a loud and unamused sort of thing as he flexed his boney hands whilst trying to contain his irritation. After reopening his eyes, he momentarily stared down at the box laid at the feet of his new roommate, who only chuckled. James' eyes traveled up from the floor, tracing their way up the body of his new roomie all the way to his face. The face of the campus menace himself, Damien -- or as everyone called him, Blackbear.

"You dropped something." Damien taunts

James' RA hurried up behind him, holding a much smaller box.

"Damien, so good to see you again." The RA greets, clearly failing to hide his bitterness as he adjusted his grip on the box

Damien dramatically rolled his eyes at the sight of the RA.

"This is your new roommate, James. Try not to scare him off. Our single dorms are all full, thanks to you."

James also followed suit in rolling his eyes. Scare him off? As if that would never happen. He'd practically trained his last asshole roommate, Alex, into a model citizen within the span of a couple months. No more empty beer bottles and moldy dishes for James, no sir.

But now it seemed that he had to start the process all over again with this dickbag. Gross.

Damien simply scoffed, his gaze finally drifting back down to James, who still stood before him, looking equally as annoyed as he did. The smoldering flame in Damien's greyish blue eyes was poorly hidden and rather prominent within his energy. James could practically taste the disappointment and anger that rolled off of Damien in wild, unforgiving waves. However, James was already calculating just how he needed to tame the beast in order to make his situation more liveable since Damien's reputation clearly preceded him.

Damien casually gave him a top-to-bottom once-over, not bothering to hide the way that he hungrily sized James up as a predator would its prey. The scanning was over in seconds, though and the Blackbear didn't bother to hide the fact that he was deeply unimpressed. He crossed his arms over his broad, sweatshirt-covered chest and leaned over until he could stand comfortably against the doorframe. He almost had an amused expression painted sloppily across his face, but that would've been a miracle, since he clearly only had two or three expressions to cycle through. Damien's eyes flickered from the shorter boy in front of him over to the skinny, clearly annoyed RA standing diagonally behind James.

"James, huh?" Damien comments "Looks like he'll be gone within the week."

Damien's voice sounded exactly like what James imagined gravelly, poisonous buttercream sounding like. That is, if it existed and actually held the capacity to make human word-like noises just like the blackbear did. Come to think of it, it was such a bitter, harsh comment coming from someone that James hadn't even said a single word to just yet. How wonderful. This was gonna be just great for him. James was soooo glad that Randy thought this was such a good goddamn idea. He totally wanted to waste his time on this for extra credit. Though, he had no idea how Randy would get it to him, now that he thought about it.

Was this really worth it?

James frowed and loosely crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking his soon-to-be roomie. James caught eye contact, initiating their staring contest of dominance.

Sure, James had heard stories of this guy -- rumors, really -- and even then, they were mostly about little things. A bar fight here, a shady drug deal there, but honestly, now that he'd met the guy face-to-face, he couldn't help but feel extremely underwhelmed. Sure, Damien was tall and clearly well built compared to most guys on campus but in reality, almost everyone that James had ever met was either taller than him or exactly his height. This guy was no exception. In fact, it was very rare for James to find someone that happened to be shorter than he was since he was exactly five foot five, rather short for a guy but he lived with it just fine.

So in turn, even though Blackbear was relatively brawny, James couldn't get past the fact that this guy might've just broken one of his crystals or possibly even snapped a candle or two, let alone his sage. New roommate and local on-campus menace or not, James would fucking go to war if any of his stuff happened to be broken.

Something shifted behind him and James automatically turned to follow the movement. Though it was just Randy -- who James had forgotten about. The RA who happened to be gently setting down the small box that he'd originally had held in his skinny arms. He straightened up and dusted himself off.

"Look, Damien, dude. I'm gonna level with you." Randy states "This is your last roommate and your last chance. If you lay a finger on him or try to start anything, you will be removed from campus permanently and you're not gonna be allowed to come back for the rest of the year, maybe ever."

James turned his attention back to his roomie, who barely batted an eye at the blatant threat.

Well, actually, he did move but that was only to straighten up so that he could re-center himself on his feet. Most likely trying to appear as scary as possible, which worked against Randy, who clearly shrunk a bit. Damien frowned but he still radiated disinterest at the entire debacle presented to him.

"Sure, Randy." Damien hisses "I get what you mean. I'm just saying that he'll be gone within the week."

"Just stay out of trouble. For the love of God." Randy sighs, exasperated "It's not that hard, I promise you."

Randy finally turned and headed back down the hallway that he and James had come from. Damien lazily stuck up a middle finger at the oblivious RA and shook his head in a mocking manner whilst he made a funny face. James only huffed, even more unamused than he had been before.

'Who does this guy think he is, anyways? ' James grumbles in his head 'What a fucking toddler. Seriously. Grow up, asshat.'

James continued to stare director into his roommate's soul, sending poisonous daggers of agitation and as much negativity as he could muster. Clearly, James was hoping to shame the shameless with his eyes and he was gonna be fighting the losing battle for a while. He was beyond irritated and disappointed. Honestly, what did he do so wrong that karma had decided to tie this douchebag into his life?

Damien's dulled gaze suddenly turned back over to James.

Ugh, he's looking at me.

Then, Damien, casually as ever, stepped right over the box. Much to James' frustration. Damien opened his mouth, most likely ready to open up some stupid ass barrage of random insults and/or threats.

James wasn't having any of it, though.

James held up his hand, stopping the bigger male in his tracks with the power of sheer audacity and surprise.

"Can you pick that box up before you say anything?" James requests "My shit's in there."

Damien raised a daring, if not curious eyebrow. He turned, glancing down lazily at the box momentarily before looking back up at James, who just pointed back down at said box of his belongings. A silent command that the blackbear wasn't gonna take well to.

"You want me to pick that up?" He challenges

Blackbear pointed to himself with a taunting smile.

"Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?" James snaps

"Look, I'm gonna head out and pretend you didn't just try that with me. You can fuck with that but as far as I'm concerned, that-" He gestures to the box "-is not my problem."

"Or," James counters "Hear me out, you could do what I asked since you swung the door open like a drugged up gorilla and probably broke what's in there."

The corner of Damien's mouth curled upward in a light snarl. He took a menacing step closer to the shorter boy, who refused to waiver. Damien bumped chests with James, who stumbled back a step from the force, but quickly squared back up as much as he could. Bigger or smaller than him, James didn't care. That was his shit that Damien had just made him drop. He was going to pick it up one way or another.

Damien leaned in, slowly--warningly. His face came so close to James' that the tips of their noses just barely touched and Damien's hot breathing could be felt upon James' rose-colored lips. Their eyes locked in a battle of angry staring. Their respective energies already going to war upon intersection, the electrons around them swapping between one another as they danced.

"You want me to break your shit?" Damien growls "Cause I can do that."

James sneered, clearly feeling rather unappreciative of the lack of space between them. He suddenly reached up and placed an open hand onto Blackbear's face and after applying the right amount of pressure, James successfully pushed Damien away, casting the guy right out of his personal space.

"This isn't a pissing contest, guy." James huffs "Just pick up the box. It's not that hard."

"Then do it your fucking self, brat." Damien snaps

Damien grabbed James' wrist and pulled the shorter boy's hand off of his face. Damien's eyes burned with an uncontrollable and untameable blaze.

"I'm gonna be nice and pretend this didn't happen since I got somewhere to fucking be. Consider yourself lucky, little boy." Damien growls

Instead of putting his hands on the littler male, as James had expected him to, Damien turned to leave. However, Damien only got a couple steps away before James reflexively reached out and grabbed him by one of his wrists.

"Hey!" James snaps "Don't walk awa-"

James was about to yell -- about to absolutely lose his shit on this dickbag for trying to walk away from him like he didn't matter -- like his simple enough request was something to be ignored.

However, the overall situation proved itself to be a bit more volatile than James had initially anticipated.

In a flash, Damien had whipped around and caught James by his throat with a single hand. Damien's big, strong hand threatening to crush his windpipe when James is practically choke-slammed into the patch of wall beside the door. Damien's eyes held a strange fire as he scowled and sneered, his hand giving a single firm squeeze to James' neck that made his mouth drop open in a silent gasp for air. Hungry for oxygen, James threw his hands up to claw deeply at the blackbear's wrists. In an instant, the blood and heat drained from James' face straight into his lower half once gravity took over, bringing him close to fainting. Brain fog couldn't even begin to describe what was happening to his mind.

James prayed to the highest of powers that Damien was a bit more stupid than he initially looked because good Gods was James already as hard as a fucking rock.

The violent and unforgiving tsunami waves that rolled off of the enraged ocean that Blackbear now was were nothing compared to what James had initially picked up from him only minutes before. Wave after wave of water towering high above James' head, crashing into his outer walls threatened to wear them away after wiping them out completely. Meanwhile, Damien applied more and more pressure to James' neck with each millimeter of space he took away. James thought he was going to melt from how hot his body was getting with each adrenaline spike that shot down to his groin.

"You don't fucking control me, little boy." Blackbear darkly growls "Remember that."

Then, it was over. Damien released James' throat from his stern grip and watched him drop to the floor -- watched him collapse when his weak knees immediately buckled underneath him. James stared down at the floor for a moment, catching air and taking it back into his lungs. Damien turned his head and spat, the bubbly saliva landing on top of the carpet to James' right side. James watched as the blackbear once again turned to leave, a storm following him as he went. Carefully, James reached up to touch his aching neck.

His foggy brain was sure that a hand-shaped bruise would form there later where Damien's hand had just been.

Actually, his foggy brain was sure that there was already a bruise forming where Damien's hand had just been.

James watched as Damien continued his descent down the hallway, heading in the direction of the elevator. His cloudy eyes followed the blackbear until the opening elevator doors caught his attention. James watched as Randy stepped out -- Randy, who now held yet another, slightly bigger box than last in his arms. In an instant, Randy's eyes locked onto James' sunken form in short lived surprise. However, that surprised expression quickly morphed into one of anger when he noticed Damien heading his way. Randy immediately turned his furious attention over to the already aggravated blackbear, who still casually shuffled down the hallway with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Randy stormed up to the agitated blackbear, his mouth already moving faster than the speed of sound could seem to handle. James could barely catch most of what he was saying, because he was talking so fast. Well, at least until Randy suddenly said a handful of words that James magically was able to catch and fully process.

"..Just wait until the dean hears about this!" Randy exclaims

Damien sharply stopped dead in his tracks at that, and offered nothing more than a murderous look to the RA. James' eyes went wide. Damien would most definitely be expelled from campus if Randy told the Dean. Well, any administrator for that matter. Anyone with even the slightest bit of pull on campus would most likely have the blackbear banned from the premises and James -- even with as much as he already disliked the guy despite having just met him -- just couldn't let that happen.

Asshole or not, James didn't want to hold the responsibility of helping ruin anyone else's future just because they went and did something stupid -- something irrational -- something so fucking invigorating and oh, Gods what was he saying?

Before James could talk himself out of it, he scrambled up to his feet and sprinted over. James quickly inserted himself between them and pushed Randy backwards, away from Damien -- away from James' own aggravated assailant. Bits and pieces of adrenaline pumped through his veins as he started talking before his own brain could catch up to what he was saying.

What was he doing?

"He didn't do anything! Nothing crazy happened, Randy! I swear!" James defends "He just bumped into me and wouldn't help me up when I fell!"

Randy quieted down and James observed his RA and friend very closely -- he watched as Randy's face contorted over and over again, changing from expression to expression as the gears turned vigorously inside of his head. Randy was trying to figure out if James was lying or not, but luckily, the sassy little redhead could lie so good that he'd be able to convince pigs to fly.

Plus it definitely helped that there were absolutely no working cameras on this floor that could prove that anything other than that had taken place regardless. James knew that and so did Randy; as did Blackbear, judging from the guy's smug face.

Finally, Randy surrenders with a long, soft sigh. He begrudgingly mumbled out an almost half-assed apology to Blackbear, who just smirked and shoved past them.

"Are you okay?" Randy asks softly as the elevator doors close behind him "What actually happened?"

James stared past Randy, watching Damien as he disappeared behind the shrinking space between the elevator doors. Damien stared him down, catching him off guard with an almost taunting nod as he disappeared behind the elevator doors.

"Nothing," James lies. "He just got mad that I asked him to pick up that box he made me drop, said something about leaving, and then shoved past me."

"You don't gotta lie for him, you know." Randy assures "Nothing's gonna happen to you. You'd be doing me a favor if we got rid of the guy."

"I'm not, I swear." James insists "I'd tell you if something wild happened, promise."

"Okay," Randy shrugs "If you say so."

Randy wasn't convinced and James knew it. Still, the guy nonchalantly brushed past James and continued on his way down the hall with the box he still held. James wasn't that bothered by Randy's disbelief, though. Nobody in their right mind would believe him after what they'd just walked in on. James' eyes followed Randy for a moment before they went back to the closed elevator doors.

James stared until the warmth spreading on his neck became more prominent, then he touched his neck, wrapping his much smaller hand around it as he felt his face and his insides bloom pleasurefully. He peeked down at himself once he felt the twitch of his member reverberate through his echoing body. Self-consciously, he tugged the edge of his shirt down over his closed fly.

His eyes fluttered closed as his heart stuttered once he saw the image of Damien's face one more time in his head. James couldn't seem to wrap his head around what had just occurred, but fuck, he wanted it to happen again--he needed it to happen again.

James just barely pulled himself together after that, but still, he pulled himself together. Smoothing out his shirt before he tugged it down one more time, he sucked in a deep breath. His lungs ached, his neck ached, his body screamed out -- called out to Damien, much to his embarrassment and internalized frustration.

But Damien did not return to him.

James finally moved, even walked off down the hallway in the direction of the elevator so that he could finish bringing up the rest of his stuff. He needed something else to focus on because if he kept thinking about this he'd probably cream in his pants. And after all, he barely knew the guy.

He just knew that Damien's hands fit around his throat so perfectly.