Lucid

Title: Lucid
Pairing: Nagase/Gaku (Sukisho)
Rating: R to NC-17ish.
Notes: 1000+ words. Part two of two. Again, thanks to Keruri for the beta. Done for the 100_Themes community on livejournal, #93 (Indirectly). I could swear that I uploaded this, but something must have gone wrong -- as you can see, that's fixed. Enjoy. ^^;;
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Gaku knows that he is dreaming. He almost feels guilty about using Nagase this way - but just almost. The particular scenario had started without his conscious consent and he had only become aware about halfway through. Besides, he reflects with disappointment, it does not seem likely that he will ever have a similar opportunity again. Gaku does not care as much about the sex (though he certainly would not object, and he has clean sheets to put on his bed when he wakes up if his body reacts to it). As in 'real life', he is content because they are together.

When Nagase suddenly flickers like some kind of hologram and reappears on the other side of the room, Gaku is instantly filled with concern. He cannot stop the reaction. Something about the discontinuity does not make sense, but he writes off the irregularity; it is a dream, and dreams do not have to be logical.

"Get back on the table, Gaku. We have not finished studying yet."

"Are you sure you're okay, Kai?" He uses the first name again without thinking.

"Buchou," Nagase reminds him.

He apologizes, and resumes the position he occupied on the table. Silent laughter is just barely suppressed. He did not truly believe the target of his affection would insist on such a title; it had been a silly thought that surfaced now and then, meant for a few moments of amusement, nothing more. What would the real one say if he knew of it?

Rather than ask another question, Nagase approaches. He walks slowly, deliberately taking his time, and he studies the teen in front of him. A faint blush tinges Gaku's cheeks. He is acutely aware of his current state of dress, and how both of them plan on changing that. Almost instinctively, he tilts his head upwards just slightly. The obvious, silent request is acknowledged when Nagase leans in close and kisses him.

It is almost too fast for Gaku's mind to process it, so he shifts around to pursue the retreating face. Nagase's hand on his bare chest, its warmth welcomed on cold skin, stops him. Almost experimentally, fingers slide to the right and lightly flick across a nipple. Gaku hisses appreciatively and arches into the touch as it trails downwards.

With his hand resting shamelessly, lazily, over Gaku's cock, Nagase continues to talk as if the situation is perfectly ordinary. "Would you like to resume the game?"

The real question, Gaku thinks, is what this dream-Nagase has planned. Though he knows what is going on, that does not mean he is able to control it. Getting his shirt off without removing the lab coat is all that he is able to pull off. Deliberately manipulating another person in this world seems impossible – and boring, as well. There is always a certain thrill in not knowing what will happen next. He is very much at the dream's mercy, and this does not bother him.

"Yes."

"Or would you prefer a different game?"

"Well..." Gaku avoids Nagase's gaze, not quite sure what he should say, but it is evident what he means.

"Then your previous answer was incorrect," Nagase says simply, and reaches for the waist of Gaku's pants.

His hands are not the only ones removing the garment. It is not thrown carelessly to the floor, but placed neatly on an adjacent table. It is very in-character of Nagase to pay attention to such a trivial thing, and, though that does not go unnoticed.

But Nagase kisses him again, and it is forgotten. Longer than the first, and certainly more enjoyable. Gaku finds himself leaning back, putting more weight on his slightly outstretched arms to keep himself balanced. The table is warm beneath his fingers.

He suddenly slides down from the table and grabs onto Nagase's shirt, pulling them closer together. He finds more pleasure in being assertive than in being passive. Just because Gaku is on the receiving end does not mean he has to give in immediately.

When his buchou's fingers work past the final layer of clothing and wrap around his length, he cannot help but gasp and break the kiss.

He is thankful that this is a dream; he does not think that he would be able to live with it if another person happened to walk in and find them in this position. The door would most likely be locked were it really happening. He does not know if the same is true right now, and does not care.

Though he might have preferred to draw this out, truly make it last, Gaku cannot deny it is what he wants – what he has wanted for quite some time. There is nothing to be ashamed of, and there is no reason for him to worry about rejection. He thrusts his hips forward into the continuous, slow, languid stroking to increase the friction.

But there is still one barrier left (or two, if the lab coat is counted).

"What if," Gaku manages to ask. "I don't want to finish the game?"

"Then I see no reason you should be forced to continue," Nagase replies quietly.

Though they are not incredibly loud in the first place, Gaku does not see the need to stifle the moans that slip out of his mouth. Nagase's own pants are becoming rather restrictive, and so he easily rids himself of them, leaving the rest of his clothes for his assistant to take care of. Said assistant finds himself thanking whatever company made the lab tables so sturdy, almost perfect for this sort of alternative use.

There is another kiss. Gaku can feel it Nagase's tongue attempt to pass his lips, and opens his mouth enough to accept it. The sensation, fairly new, is certainly not bad, and his own tongue pushes against Nagase's. It is not perfect like in the movies, but that makes it more enjoyable.

Time loses meaning. Gaku cannot say how long they kiss, or how long their bodies move together and they simply enjoy the feeling of contact. He loses himself in the sensations that feel too real, too false.

"We need lubrication," Nagase mumbles in his ear as he flips the teen around.

Gaku is surprised at how realistic the comment is. He is sure that, though it would be painful, the dream would tone down the sensations considerably. But the butterflies of nervousness flutter around in his stomach, and he tries to think of a way to solve the problem. With a mind clouded by desire and the other's hand still on his cock, he does his best to concentrate.

One of Nagase's fingers, most definitely coated with something that was not there moments ago, slowly pushes its way inside. Of course he does not know what it truly feels like, but his mind associates it with pleasure, and so it is enjoyable.

Some words of encouragement accompany the intrusion, but Gaku realizes he cannot hear them. He can barely feel a thing as the second finger enters him, joins the first in stretching him. He refuses to wake up, not when they are this far along. The most important thing hasn't been said.

Even though it's only a dream, he thinks, Even though he won't remember in the morning, and he isn't really here...

Color ceases to exist. His eyes begin opening.

"I love--"