No More Dreams

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No More Dreams
By, Miotis Kain


Ashton dreamt.

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/He leaned into a welcomed embrace as skilled hands explored his body, divesting him of his clothing as they went. Warm lips grazed his ear, whispered sweet nothings and promises of things to come. He moaned as those same lips trailed a line of wet kisses down his torso, stopping just short of the part of him that demanded the most attention. His whimpers of frustration were answered by a quiet chuckle and the flicker of a tongue across his tip.

“Please…” he begged, his body trembling with pent-up desire.

Long fingers teased his length with a feathery touch before closing firmly about it, followed by eager mouth…/

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Dias woke to a discomfort that had become all too familiar in the past few weeks. Every night since the Lacour tournament, the same dream – or some variation of it. How much sleep had he lost because of this hunger, this unyielding /need/?

He looked to the other bed that shared the small confines of the inn’s room. Moonlight highlighted whites sheets, their folds outlining the object of his desire. Not for the first time, he had to fight the urge to curl up next to that sleeping form. It was difficult enough to keep a stoic façade traveling together. Sharing the same room made it damn near impossible.

Ashton let out a soft groan, and the dragons shifted in their sleep. Dias silently wondered what he was dreaming. Was it about him? /Of course not,/ he chided himself. Why would Ashton dream about him? Especially when he so openly pursued Precis’ affections.

blueblue-haired swordsman never could understand what his dragon-endowed companion saw in the girl. And she was just that: a girl. Not a woman, grown and experienced in life. But a /girl/, barely of age and certainly not possessed of the maturity for a serious relationship. What could she possibly offer him?

/Not fair, Dias,/ he rebuked himself. /Not fair at all./ If Precis was what Ashton really wanted, who was he to judge? After all, what did /he/ have to offer? A haunted past and a scarred psyche? Who could possibly want /him/, with his cold expressions and conservative mannerisms? Of course he’d rather have Precis, with her perky outlook and constant smile. Even if she was naïve, and still dreamed of living the fairy tale life she read of in children’s books.

/Stop that! You’re only thinking that way because you’re jealous./

Jealousy. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. But despite any arguments he could have made for himself, he knew that was exactly what it boiled down to. He wanted Ashton and had no chance of getting him, while Precis had hiappeapped around her little finger. And all she wanted was Claude.

/Is she blind?! Why would she want Claude when Ashton is hers for the taking?/

Again, he scolded himself for his thoughts. Precis was in the same boat he was: she wanted someone she could never have. But knowing that didn’t change the fact that he despised the girl. Envy could spawn the worst kind of hatred. It was all he could do to be civil toward her.

Tired of brooding over his predicament – he always came to the same depressing conclusion – he resolved to go back to sleep.

As he lay back down, he heard Ashton moan, “Dias.”

He stiffened, his eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. /I did not just hear that. It was just my imagination. Lust is making me delusional./

“Dias… please…”

He rolled onto his side – his back to Ashton – and buried his head under his pillow. /It’s just my imagination,/ he mentally repeated. /Ashton is not having wet dreams about me./ He remained that way for several minutes until he finally removed the pillow and flipped onto his back. He was greeted with another wanton calling of his name. /What the hell…/

Crawling out of bed, he checked to make sure Ururun and Gyoro were still sleeping. They were. Carefully, he leaned in and brushed the hair from Ashton’s face. He took a moment to marvel at the comeliness before him; the younger man looked so delicate, and yet there was nothing frail about him. On the contrary, he was a fierce and energetic fighter.

Looking again to confirm that the dragons were indeed asleep – though they’d probably wake up and bite him anyway – Dias planted a gentle kiss on Ashton’s lips.

Ashton was pulled from his dream. And when he realized that it was because another mouth was pressed against his own, he felt his heart do somersaults up into his throat. Someone was kissing him! But who? The only other person in the room was… No, it couldn’t be.

The kiss ended, and he felt the mystery person draw away. He opened his eyes to find Dias gazing down at him. His heart doubled in its tempo. /Dias kissed me! Oh my God! What do I do? I should do something. I should say something./

Dias took Ashton’s shocked expression and lack of action as a rejection. He felt the blood rush to his face. /Tria, I’m such a fool!/ Muttering a quick apology, he turned away only to have a hand clamp down on his arm. In his haste to stop Dias from leaving, Ashton fell out of bed and dragged the blue-haired swordsman down on top of him.

With both of them in a crumpled heap on the floor – and neither one wearing more than a pair of boxers – Ashton could easily feel the lean muscle and smooth skin of Dias’ body pressed against his. The waterfall of his long, blue hair cascaded across his back and down his shoulders to pool on the floor around them. Ashton ran his fingers through the silken strands, pulling them aside so that he could see Dias’ face clearly. /So handsome. So perfect./ He was so enthralled, that he didn’t even care about the discomfort of lying on top of the dragons.

Dias raised himself up on his elbows. Looking down, his steel blue eyes met Ashton’s green ones; in them he saw a desio pro profound it left him stunned. Ashton leaned up, their eyes drifting shut as their faces drew closer. So close. He could taste Dias’ breath. Their lips grazed…

And Ashton froze.

Both men opened their eyes to find two sets of reptilian ones staring at them from either side, their inquisitive expressions begging for explanation. /What are you two doing? And why are you doing it on the floor?/ Ashton could hear the questions being fired off into his head.

/Can’t you two just go back to sleep?/ he mentally pleaded.

/Why?/ Gyoro asked.

/What are you two doing?/ Ururun repeated.

/Nothing now,/ Ashton replied testily.

The two dragons looked at Dias – who gifted them with an annoyed gaze – and then back to Ashton. /Oh. That./

/Yes, that,/ Ashton thought impatiently. /Now, please, go back to sleep./

/But we want to watch./

“They want to watch,” Ashton informed.

Dias studied the Gyoro and Ururun for the briefest moment before saying, “Let them watch, as long as they pretend they’re not here.” The dragons were apparently satisfied with that, and – after some thought – so was Ashton. A sly smile. “Where were we?”

He closed the distance between them once more, and claimed Ashton’s mouth in a heated kiss. He felt the smaller man’s lips part, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue between them. He delved into the moist cavern, drowning himself in Ashton’s flavor.

When they parted, they were both panting for breath. Their eyes met once more, and Dias had to ask. The question was plaguing him. “What about Precis?”

Ashton flushed. “I… I didn’t think you’d want me. And Precis /is/ kind of cute. And I actually did like her until I met you. So I figured as long as everyone thought I wanted her, I wouldn’t have to deal with you turning me away.”

“I would never turn you away.” He lightly ran a thumb across Ashton’s cheek. “Too many nights I’ve only dreamed of having you. No more dreams. Tonight I’ll have you for real.”

The brown-haired swordfighter had no problems with that. Not when he’d been dreaming of Dias since the Lacour tournament. “No more dreams,” he agreed.

They entered another slow lip-lock. Dias let one hand snake down Ashton’s chest to his boxers; slipping under the waistband, his fingers wrapped around the hardness they found there and began a slow stroke. Ashton gasped into Dias’ mouth, his hips bucking.

Relinquishing the kiss, Dias withdrew his hand from Ashton’s boxers and removed the offending garment completely – tossing it to some random corner of the room. Then, positioning himself between the smaller man’s legs, he resumed his previous manipulations.

Ashton bit down on a finger to muffle his moaning, while his other hand tangled itself in the sheets hanging off the bed. Years of fighting had left Dias’ hands calloused and rough, and yet the master swordsman was managing to be so gentle with Ashton’s sensitive flesh. His hands were just as skilled as he’d always dreamt they were. But unlike in his dreams, this he could actually /feel/.

Not satisfied with simply touching him, Dias took the tip of Ashton’s erection into his mouth. He was immediately rewarded with a yelp of pleasure and louder moans. Taking in more of Ashton’s length, he began to leisurely massage it with his tongue.

The younger man screamed, the sensations racking his body nigh on overwhelming. He’d never felt anything like it. Dias was working his body with the same expertise he used in combat. How did he know when to go faster, or when to slow down? How did he know just the right amount of pressure to use? All without even being told. His back arched up off the floor, and he found his hands tangled into Dias’ hair – urging him on.

Sensing that he was close, the larger man drew in the entire length. He swallowed to avoid gagging, and had no complaints as Ashton climaxed and released his seed down his throat.

Struggling to recompose his brain into a functioning organ once more, Ashton pulled Dias up so that he could kiss him. He could taste himself on his lover’s lips, and it spurred him into new arousal. Drawing back, he cast a glance at the bed.

Dias smiled, and nodded his consent. As he stood, Ashton grabbed his boxers and pulled them off. He then pushed Dias back onto the bed, and straddled his hips.

A part of him knew that it would hurt without lubrication, but he didn’t care. Ashton wanted Dias inside of him right then and he wasn’t going to wait. He wrapped a hand around his lover’s member, and slowly guided him in. Both men gritted their teeth – Ashton from the pain, and Dias from the effort of keeping his hips still. Ashton was so warm and tight and he felt /so/ good.

Once fully sheathed, the blue-haired swordsman forced himself to wait a little while longer. The last thing he wanted was to injure his lover, and so he gave him proper time to get adjusted. “Did I hurt you?”

Ashton shook his head. With a small gasp – not wholly from the pain – he raised himself off Dias until only his tip remained inside, and then slowly eased himself back down. He did this again, and Dias was content to let the smaller man set the pace. They took their time, finding an easy rhythm, neither one wanting to rush.

As the pain subsided, the heated throb of pleasure taking its place, Ashton increased his speed. He could feel Dias trembling beneath him, his hands caressing his hips and thighs. He moaned in time to Dias’ growls of pleasure, both men well aware that they were being louder than they should and neither one caring. They took on a fevered pace as they felt their climaxes approaching. The sweat poured off their bodies, lubricating their motions, driving them faster.

Dias was the first to come. With one final thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could go. Ashton’s name ripped from his throat as his world collapsed into that one singular moment and the person that had brought him to it. Feeling the warmth of Dias’ release inside him sent Ashton over the edge. Throwing his head back, he screamed his lover’s name as he reached his second orgasm that night.

His energy spent, Ashton sank down and draped himself across Dias’ chest. Dias in turn wrapped his arms about the younger man, who sighed in contentment. “I love you, Dias.”

Brushing back sweat-soaked strands of brown hair, the larger man placed a gentle kiss on Ashton’s forehead. “And I love you.”

“What should we tell the others?”

A chuckle. “After how much noise we just , I , I think the entire inn knows.”

“I guess so,” came the sleepy reply.

With the help of Gyoro and Ururun, Dias managed to cover them with the sheets. Now that the heat of their lovemaking was subsiding, their evaporating sweat was making them cold. That done, the swordsman settled in to sleep off the remainder of the night.

The two dragons watched the men for a while longer, debating what to think of what they had just witnessed. They both took one look at Ashton’s happy face – normally lined with trouble or worry – and decided that whatever had happened, it was a good thing. Resting their heads on either of Dias’ shoulders, they too drifted off to sleep.