chapter 2

Angelo sensed the pure kindness Johan possessed. Angelo hadn't meant to be so rough with him. He would have gratefully accepted the hug if it wasn't for...for his fear.

He often lost himself when he was touched by others. He hated himself for the murders he had committed. But, you see, Angelo suffered from a severe case of aphephobia. All the people who he had killed touched him at crucial moments he did not wish to be touched.

The construction worker had put a hand on his shoulder when he was denied an opportunity to the leave the garden again at age 16. That one mousy researcher attempted to hug him when he was crying. He had just been informed he would be operated on for a seventh time. Dr. Enkeli knew not to touch Angelo, but he couldn't stand the anguish on his face when he was informed that it was determined that he would NEVER be allowed to live outside of the garden. No one knew why it was he killed those people, even Dr. Enkeli, who he seemed to have loved dearly.

Angelo found Johan in the gazebo in the center of the dome. He sat eating a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast.

Angelo's breakfast waited for him, a large bowl of oatmeal, same as he had every morning. "Good Morning," Johan chimed cheerily, trying his best to be nice.

"Good morning," Angelo said bluntly. Johan knew Angelo must have been incredibly lonely, and most likely didn't remember him after ten years had gone by.

"I just wanted to apologize once more about what happened yesterday. I didn't know you disliked hugs."

Angelo wanted to scream that he in fact greatly enjoyed hugs but sternly reassured him it was nothing. He began on his hearty bowl of oatmeal.

He didn't like salt and he didn't particularly enjoy sugar either. All of his meals were bland and nearly flavorless.

"Do you not like fruit in your oatmeal?" Johan asked.

"Not really," he said after another large spoonful. "It's usually too sweet for me. I don't like sweets."

"I love sweets," Johan said. "That's why I'm overweight," he said, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

Angelo recalled their hug. As much as he feared personal contact, the softness of Johan's tummy gave him a great pleasure. "You are beautiful," he said to Johan, who in turn, reddened greatly. "I suggest even more sweets." Johan realized that Angelo most likely didn't understand that some things were considered unmanly to say. That was not to say that Johan was "manly."

At their next meal, a large cake was included on their gazebo table. Angelo told Johan it was an apology cake for his earlier outburst. He smiled and cut a large slice to show his appreciation.

Angelo sat, and for the first time in many years, his penis stiffened to its full ten inches. Being alone, one had no sexual inspiration, but watching Johan eat he felt his heart beat quickly and a need to masturbate. Puberty had been a constant battle with himself not to ejaculate at least five times a day.

By dinner that evening, the cake was gone, and Johan's slightly pudgy belly jutted out, covered by his tight, navy sweater. He felt gluttonous and unattractive. Hadn't it just been that morning he complained to Angelo of his weight? But dinner came and went, along with seven chocolate and raspberry cupcakes.

Angelo refused to masturbate. He knew he wasn't a real angel...one from heaven, but he had read the Bible numerous times. He was encouraged to do so. Dr. Enkeli had been a bit of a fanatic in that sense. He had been a good man, but a very religious man. Angelo refused to completely give into his lust, his lust for Johan, which was overflowing in only one day.

After three days he gave into his urges. He had seen flesh... tempting, soft belly. Johan had lifted his arms to stretch and his sweater went up along for the ride. He was already gaining weight with the added portions to his meals.

He wasn't the type to diet and exercise. He would usually slow down, but Angelo encouraged him to eat. He found his pants digging into his ever expanding hips. His plump ass cheeks pulled their fabric as his meaty belly did to his shirts.

The two were growing closer and closer by the day. There were no cameras in the dome, as Angelo would find them and destroy them. He didn't want to be watched as if in some zoo. Johan checked in at the metal door at some point during the day, so they knew he was still alive and to give his food requests.

Angelo simply wrote his request on a sheet of paper and put them in a slot that took it to Dr. Rankin. He had requested his food be set on the table and he promised never to harm its deliverer.