How did Bo get into Alexander's office?
It's one of those things that would probably remain a mystery forever.
However he actually did it through the locked door, he was now curled sleepily on top of Alexander's desk, a pair of headphones buzzing audibly into his ears and the room at large. He mumbled along with it, softly, "White light...alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light..."

He appeared to be dressed entirely in crochet. It was singularly atrocious, and he looked lovely.

Alexander walked in, stopped, and looked pained, closing the door behind him and glancing at the windows to make sure the blinds were down.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Must you tempt him, Bo? That's really rather cruel, don't you think?

Alexander gets enough temptation on campus as it is.

Bo blinked sleepily, and then a look of hurt crept ponderously into his features.
"I do now." he said, and hopped off the desk, making his way towards the door with a yawn.

Crap.

"No, I didn't mean it that way... Bo, wait."

It's hard for him to react to Bo, when he's so confused on so many issues, and Bo is the source of many of them.

"All right."
He turned back around to face Alexander, yawning again. Lifting his glasses, he rubbed one eye, turning it into a racoonish circle of smudged eyeliner.
"Hallo."

"Hello."

Long pause; he's trying to think of a way to ask why Bo is here that won't come out rude or as if he doesn't want to see Bo.

He can't think of any, so he asks with an apologetic kind of look, "Why are you here?"

Bo squinted at the blob that was Alexander without his glasses, and tried to decide whether or not to look hurt again.
"I was tired, so I wanted a place to sleep."
He didn't explain why Alexander's desk had seemed like a good place for his nap.

Alexander looked bemused.

"I wouldn't imagine my desk would be as comfortable as..." His bed. "Somewhere else."

Ahem.

He takes a step towards Bo, somewhat involuntarily.

"It isn't."
He waved at the variety of papers (or folders) and paperweights on Alexander's desk.
"It's lumpy."
And he stepped towards Alexander.
He wanted a hug.

"Why didn't you move to the chair?"

That, at least, wouldn't be lumpy.

Alexander wants a hug too, and maybe more than a hug--bad Alexander, and on campus too--but there's the problem of one hand being full of briefcase. One arm hugs just aren't satisfying.

"Too sleepy."
Is it me, or is nothing he says making any sense?

Another yawn.
"I'm really sleepy."

He sets the briefcase down and draws closer to Bo.

"You shouldn't have used so much on me the other day."

That could easily become a mantra.

He hesitates.

"Are you... hungry?"

He wants Bo to be hungry, in some bizarre way.

"I know. I'm sick now. But you needed it."
He dropped his glasses back over his eyes and blinked at Alexander.
"I don't think so. I haven't eaten in a while."

Alexander looked concerned.

"If you haven't eaten in a while, you probably should." He makes a slight face. "I have to scold Keye about this, I wouldn't think I needed to lecture you."

His shoulder aches, by the way. He favors it, but it's nothing nearly so obvious as a limp, thank heavens.

"I didn't want anything."
For an instant, he looked shifty.
"I'm fine. I was getting fat."
This is a lie. But if it will keep Alexander from worrying, or more importantly, asking...

"You are not fine."

Insistent man, Alexander. I'm thinking he gets this kind of repetitive habit from dealing with Keye so much.

"You just admitted that you're ill."

"Just from overextending."
And not eating at all since overextending? Well...
He shook his head.
"I'm not Keye. I can take care of myself."

"Prove it. Eat something."

... you know you want to feed from Alexander, Bo. You know he wants you to. He's going to try very hard not to suggest it, though, because it could get him in trouble with Bo.

The whole 'cooling things off' thing, you know.

"No." his tone was flat, almost harsh, in the refusal.
"I'm still not sure about you. If you really...I don't know."

Alexander winced.

"It is entirely different for me to want to keep you from falling over because you're too stubborn to feed off a perfectly legitimate source than for me to... to want you to... make love to me."

Really, it is.

Hah.

Eyebrow.
"You're so cute when you lie."
He turned away, twisting a lock of hair around one finger.
"I would. I want to. I can't."

He looked vaguely hurt.

"Bo, I mean it. You have to eat." Pause. "Good heavens, go out and seduce one of my students and get their attention off me."

he doesn't really want Bo to do that, but he wants Bo to eat something...

"No!"
A little vehement there, eh Bo?
"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

Alexander pauses for a moment, then murmurs something. (Bo might recognize this spell; Douglas used a similar one.)

"Feed off me. Take as much as you need."

He doesn't specify what else Bo is to do, other than feed. He just orders him to take the energy he obviously needs.

I have the feeling this is going to be mildly unpleasant.

It's going to be all the more unpleasant because of Alexander replenishing his energy.

As with Douglas, he succumbed quickly, and advanced on Alexander with a blank look in his eyes. He kissed him then, almost desperately--he'd practically starved himself!--and...
I'm not sure whether it will go 'all the way' or not, but I think it at least gets inappropriate at this point.

Alexander has enough presence of mind to invoke a shielding spell around the room that keeps sound inside before Bo comes at him...

Just so you know, he's not enjoying this. He would vastly prefer Bo were doing this because he wanted to and because he loved him, not because Alexander was forcing him to...

And then, breathlessly--for several reasons, probably--he gasps out, "Stop! I can't spare any more!"

He's going to need quite a bit of rest already.

Bo stopped, blinked slowly...
Then he started shouting.
"You idiot! What on earth did you think you were doing?! I have never seen anything so...so...stupid!"

Alexander shielded his face with his forearm. He can't handle the shouting at the moment.

"Nnn."

Long pause.

"I didn't realize how little energy you had."

It's not much of an excuse, is it.

"I..."
He looked a bit guilty.
"I hadn't eaten since I drained myself on your wound. Damnit, it won't heal properly now--rrgh!"
He stomped his foot then shook his head wildly.
"That...you should not have done that. Alexander...did you do that because you wanted me? Would you again? I can't..."
His voice dropped, and he sat down suddenly on the floor.
"I want so badly to know, and you keep doing things so I can't know..."

Alexander shook his head.

"If I were to enspell you and force you to make love to me, I would not order you to take as much energy as you needed."

He shivered and looked like he might be sick.

"You were... mindless. How could I possibly want that? I won't do it again, as long as you promise to eat."

"I can't."
Slowly, he got to his feet, then sat down beside Alexander, looking up at him.
"I don't know what else to do, but I can't."

"Why the hell not? What good does it do anybody for you to let yourself waste away for no gods-damned reason?"

Alexander doesn't want Bo to waste away. That would be extremely counterproductive...

"I have a reason."
He looked away and lifted his glasses to rub his eyes, but this time it was not accompanied by a yawn.

"Do tell."

Alexander is skeptical.

He's also trying to make himself look less like he's been having a roll in the hay on campus, of all places, and putting himself in order. It's not working so well; he lost a lot of energy through that. (Which he doesn't regret.) But he's tired.

Bo turned his head at an uncomfortable angle in order to pout at Alexander.
"I can't tell you."

Alexander opened his mouth to retort to that. Then he paused. He has quite a few secrets from Bo...

But those are different! (Most of them) don't involve his continued health!

Instead, he asks, somewhat subdued, "Why not?"

"Because you're you. I need to...to figure it out. On my own."
Bo is usually so self-possessed...really, it's very unusual for him to sound this unsure of himself.

"Don't starve yourself while you're trying to figure it out."

I need you.

He doesn't say this aloud.

I love you.

He wants to say this aloud, but doesn't, because last time it didn't go over well.

"You see, the problem is, before, you did not even like me."
He picked up a paperweight and tossed it from hand to hand.
"So you can understand why I am confused."

I thought Bo wasn't going to tell him?

Oh well.

Alexander considers this, and takes his time answering.

"You made me... uncomfortable."

He thought he didn't find men attractive any more. Also he was... jealous. Of Bo's closeness to Keye. And... stuff.

Alexander isn't clear on things, less clear now than he used to be.