Akito was confused. He went to bed alone. He knew that he had. He remembered curling up with his pillow and hugging it tightly while he fell asleep -- thinking about things to show James. Yet, when he woke up, he felt something. It first had started off just as a warmth and pressure on his chest, but soon it turned into movements. Strange, strange movements that he rarely even had from women. When his eyes finally opened, he found that there was a pale blond-haired boy on his torso and grinding into him. This ... was not what he wanted his wake up call to be.
Quickly, and without hurting the boy, he scooped him up and off his form, holding onto his shoulders while he quickly moved through the house. Luckily, he found Trevor in the kitchen and the Asian stopped a few feet away from him. "Trevor ... Who is this? do you know him? and ... why was he in my bed?"
Trevor blinked, turning to see one of his younger brothers being held by Akito, the blond pouting. He closed his eyes and let out a gentle sigh. "He is my younger brother." He clarified, lifting his eyes to the man once more. "Mama called to say he got in a fight with his brother ... and apparently he came here and found you." he stated, seeing the boy get all the more annoyed. "Sorry, Akito. He is hurting and you are attractive, so he tried to ... get intimate, I suppose."