Shock One:
Izak awoke before the stranger and sat up slowly, his body quivering with the strain of hoisting himself up. Rubbing his head, he glanced over at the man. He had never seen such a beautiful face in his life. The man had strong masculine features with a hint of soft alabastor stone. His lashes were long and sleek and his body was toned into a god's perfection. With muscles that were both powerful and protective, the man could have been a model for a famous swimsuit magazine. Instantly, Izak wondered if the man was.
Irritated, Izak let out a heavy sigh and then scanned the room. Immediately, he recognized his well-furnished apartment and felt all the more awkward. He knew this place and recognized it, but he had no idea who this man was.
Gazing back over at the sleeping face of the man, Izak wanted to slam his fist into something. No matter how long he stared athe the peaceful and becoming features of the man, he could not recall ever seeing him before.
"God." Izak muttered as he lethargically stood, pulling a cozy robe about his nude body, and started towards the door out of the room. Rubbing his face with his hands, he tried to awaken himself a little more. "What the hell am I doing sleeping with a man?"
"Izak?" The man called abruptly from behind Izak, his voice alone causing Izak's heart to leap. "Are you feeling well? You were acting strange last night..."
Hesitantly, Izak turned to once more gaze upon the face of the man. Nope. He thought to himself. I still don't recognize him.
"Um..." Izak was tentative as he spoke, afraid of the impact his words would have. "Do I...do I know you?"
The man laughed heartedly, his features bright and charming in a mere instant. The change from worry to glee was so quick that it left Izak's mind rattled. Why was his heart beating so fast to see such a smile upon the man's face?
"Very funn, Izak!" The man chuckled as he lied back down on the bed. "Are you making coffee?"
"I'm being serious here!" Izak tried to sound like he meant what he said, but his voice was beginning to waver. "Who are you?"
The man's brow flicked up as he pushed his body up on his arm. "You got to be kidding me..."
"I'm not!" Izak barked. "Now, who are you?"
"I'm Russell Dorian..." The man replied. "I've been your lover for seven years."