Those Kind Of Dreams

Those Kind Of Dreams
Author: Garlyle Wilds / Genis Irving
Origin: Soul Nomad & The World Eaters

Sharing dreams between guys wasn't bad... well, not at first (MaleRevya & Gig x Various)
I do not own Soul Nomad in any part, it belongs to NIS, so please be kind and rewind; also, don't sue

Warnings: Humor, M/(lots), Language, some extreme themes, Not Entirely Porn

A/N: The odd formatting is a result of my attempts to keep Soul Nomad's spirit in a lot of ways. So if it wasn't clear, the [* Text] segments are Revya's speech, exactly like he does in-game.


Those Kind of Dreams

The real consequence of someone else being able to see your dreams hadn't hit Revya until the third night.

It had started off as a simple enough dream, then Danette had kissed him, and from there it had grown with the kind of speed only found in a man's dreams. It had been slow and sweet, oddly caring, even through Danette's cute pouts and awkwardness about everything. His hand had just been getting into her underwear when...

"Woah, woah, woah, stop."

Gig's voice coming out of nowhere snapped Revya out of that dream, and made him aware that he was stretched out in a bedroll out under the night stars, not back in his room at home, at Layna's village. As he tried to get himself comfortable again to try to return to that dream, Gig cut back in.

"Jeez, really? That cow?! The hell do you see in her!?"

[* Well, we're really good friends, and...]

"Well, alright, it's up to you if you want it. Hey, you should go for it!" he could hear Gig's tone rising, the way it always did when the Master of Death wanted to be patronizing. "She's so braindead she probably wouldn't even realise what you were doing!"

[* ...]

"Oh man, I can just see her wanting to scream out your name... and forgetting it! Imagine it!" Gig's voice went higher as he continued. "Oh, oh, oh.... You! Ooooh, that feels so good.... friend!" Gig couldn't continue after that, voice already cracking into chuckles. "Can you imagine that? Oh man, I kill me!"

Gig's laughter was something Revya wanted to shut out, but that was the problem with sharing a body. Revya couldn't do a damn thing about it, except endure Gig's taunts for a good half hour until he got tired of it, and decided he wanted to sleep again.

* * * * *

In another three nights, the dream that they shared was something both of them could agree on. Gig didn't interrupt it; in fact, he stayed silent until it was over. And the only reason it ended was that Revya had been woken up by the sound of someone walking around outside their room.

"Oh man, and here I thought your taste was bad. Well, I mean, you could've picked someone with a bigger rack, but damn, I bet she's like a lynx in bed!" Revya almost cursed Gig; mentioning stuff like that just made the strain in his pants more noticable.

[* Probably more like a fish]

"You... what!? I... oh man, if you're into that kind of weird stuff, leave me the hell out, got it? Ugh, that totally just killed it for me." A small victory over Gig was a victory nonetheless.

[* That was a quick change]

"Hey, hey, don't get me wrong. We should still tap that. Hell, if you wake up, we could call her right here and do it!"

[* You're not serious, are you?]

"Damn right I'm serious, she's practically begging to jump my... your... our... oh whatever. Fuckit, right now. Do it. You need to get laid anyway."

[* Do not]

"Right, right, and you plan on just jacking off to thoughts of doing it, when you could just, y'know, actually do it? Damn, you're not just square, you're a cube."

[* I'm not a cube]

It took a bit more coaxing before Revya discovered Juno was, in fact, willing. And in different private meeting later, with the naked Nereid rested up against him, Rev and Gig decided that she was, in fact 97% Lynx and 3% Fish in bed.

* * * * *

The next dream was where it started to get a little weird.

At first, everything seemed fine. It was just some cute, if slightly familiar, girl in a green dress at a cafe, serving hotpods. Hell, in the dream, Gig had been there too, too busy scarfing down hotpods to notice that Revya was getting hit on by a pretty girl who dropped her panties from under her dress, climbed into Revya's lap, and rode him into bliss. Then...

"Sweet Haphnes, man, that's Vitali! What the hell!?"

Revya would have screamed, had he the voice to do so. Still, the moment Gig had pointed it out, he'd seen that it was Vitali riding him all too clearly and he'd woken up in a cold sweat, born from a desperate attempt to avoid burning that image into his brain... and Revya wasn't sure how successful that was.

"Okay, kid, listen. I don't do guys. You don't, do you?"

[* No]

"Well good! Don't ever dream about that again! I don't wanna see stuff like that!" Revya would have been amused at Gig freaking out, if not for the fact that he himself was scared and disoriented. "Listen, let me handle the hot dreams next time, okay? Hell, I got a better idea, since you owe me. Next girl we see you're banging, whether she wants it or not. Gig's Orders."

[* What if it's Danette?]

"Next girl that isn't Danette, duh. I want nothing to do with that cow short of tearing her head off, and somehow I don't think you'd find that erotic."

That notion was far more disturbing to Revya, who found it took a couple hours to get back to sleep.

* * * * *

The first dream that Gig supplied Revya with was one that Revya didn't think he enjoyed.

"Oh, man I love dreams like that!" Gig sounded almost as sated as if he'd gotten to do it. "Man, I bet that bitch'd scream even louder in real life."

[* I know she's an enemy, but...]

"What, are you gonna try to say 'Oh, you shouldn't dream like that'?" there was that patronizing tone again. "Oh, dear me, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise that despite having killed nearly everyone on this planet I wasn't allowed to think of chaining up a stupid bitch and breaking her down!"

Revya couldn't come up with an answer. He realised, he should've expected it from Gig. This was the Reaper himself. Of course he'd be a little... twisted.

"Damn, now I really want to. Hey, soulmaaate~" now Gig was taking that singsong tone, like he always did when he was willing to feign nice to get what he wanted. Of course, the nicest Gig could be was still condescending. "Let's go find her. I can't wait to break her gypsy ass in, and take those giant funbags of hers and shove my--"

[* Who knows where she is?]

"Small excuse! Fine, go find someone else!"

[* What!? No!]

"Oh, just find some peasant girl travelling the road. Someone nobody'll miss! That's 'good' enough for you, isn't it? We won't even kill her after, just leave her tied up at the side of the road, covered in--" Revya didn't want to hear any more, partially because the mental image was becoming sort of tempting, and he didn't want to think about what it meant that he was even considering doing it.

[* Goodnight, Gig]

"Fine, Mom. Jeez, you never let me have any fun!"

* * * * *

A long teatime dream with Tricia, ending with Revya hard in the pants and barely even a good shot of skin to make up for it, drove Gig over the edge.

"The hell, man!? Why didn't you just dream of, like, throwing her over the table?"

[* I don't know]

More specifically, it would've felt strange. Tricia always felt so prim and proper and kind; there was a bit of an attraction - well, okay, given the burning between his legs it clearly wasn't just a bit, but the attraction was more to her manner than her body. Revya wasn't sure he understood it either.

"Okay, that's it. Starting tonight, I'm training you."

[* Training?]

"Yeah. You need to get it out of your head that you need to be all romantic. If you wanna bang someone, do it! Hesitation means you lose out, got it?"

[* ...]

"Oh don't go all silent on me. Go make a Mannequin and call her up."

[* Wait, you don't mean...]

"Damn right I do. And don't you start moping about it. They don't exist unless we give 'em purpose, they die on our whims."

[* But, they're alive in the meantime...]

"God damn you're such a goodie-two-shoes. Fine. Don't take my advice. Just beat off, then, and see if I try to help improve your love life again."

Revya hardly figured it would be an improvement... but when he realised he might end up trying it if he woke up hard again, he began to wonder what kind of hell he was going to end up going to - if somehow fate allowed him to go to an afterlife.

* * * * *

Then came a dream that neither of them had an answer to.

"...Did you just dream of..."

[* ...I couldn't have]

"Hey, don't you dare try to pin that one on me. You're the only one fucked up enough to dream of that damn cow giving you head," being reminded of exactly what the dream had entailed didn't help Revya's sanity at the moment.

[* You wouldn't?]

"God no! First off, I don't do guys, I thought we made this clear! And second, even if I did, I would never stick my dick anywhere near the end of that stupid dog... cow... person, that bit!" Revya didn't reply, trying to shake his head clear of the lingering dream of Levin servicing him, and that seemed to prompt Gig to keep going. "Hell, you're not actually thinking of doing it, are you!?"

[* No]

"Good. Good! Remember what I told you about the Mannequins?"

[* I'm not going to...]

"Yes you are. It's either that or you're going and banging some... innocent whore on the street corner or something. And I'm sure that's more against your silly little morals."

[* I just said I'm not going to...]

"You're doing it Right Now," Gig was pissed and Revya realised he wouldn't get to sleep if he didn't appease his other half. "I need to clean out that image. And since there's no brain bleach handy, I need about four toys to screw with. Got that!?

[* Four?]

"You heard me! Get to it!"

* * * * *

"So, kid, was that dream yours?"

[* I'm not sure]

Maybe it was a sign of how naturally bonded to Gig Revya had started to feel, but he wasn't entirely sure even in his own dream whether it was himself or Gig who had been calling the shots - tearing through Orviska castle, banging the women and throwing the men aside. Previously, Revya would've thought immediately that it was Gig's, but he was starting to loose track of the border between the Reaper's side of crazy fantasies and his sane ones.

"Well, I guess, who cares. If that was you, then damn, kid, you're growing up."

[* Or you're growing soft]

"Well, that does it. Guess it was your fantasy, then," Gig laughed, though the way he was passing it off seemed suspect to Revya. "Too bad you woke up before we found that twerp of a queen."

[* She's a little young, don't you think?]

"Bah, she's grown up enough to be fucked, isn't that what counts?"

[* I don't want to have this conversation with you]

"Well, fine. Guess you've still got some room to grow, then... shortstuff," that teasing voice made Revya's eyebrow twitch, so he responded in kind.

[* Too bad you need my help to get anywhere]

"Oooh, is that how it's gonna be? Alright, you asked for it..." Gig started, and Revya didn't mind being kept up by something like that this time.

* * * * *

The first of the two dreams in the other world, the first of the two final dreams they'd share, freaked Revya out.

"Oh, man, that one was hot."

[* They all looked like...!]

"Yeah. But they weren't you. And they weren't even guys. Damn, you know, it's kinda too bad you're not the chest-and-twat model. I might actually like you like that."

Fighting Gig right now wasn't something Revya wanted to do, not when the end of the world was so close. But this... this...

"Man, what're you getting so worked up over? I'm complimenting you. Well, not-you. And the many other not-yous that I'd love to shove my cock into."

[* ...]

Revya grumbled and rolled over, sighing.

"Hey, don't try to act like you wouldn't bang one of them either."

[* They look just like me!]

"Yeah, you say that, but I can tell you're thinking of going and doing it right now."

[* Am not]

"Your manliness says otherwise."

[* ... Think we could get away with it?]

"Oh, now we're talking! Hell yeah we could, they wouldn't even know which one of you it is that did it! Just go do it!"

* * * * *

The last of their shared dreams didn't just freak Gig out, it stunned him into silence.

"..."

[* Gig, you're too quiet. What's up.?]

"I... that's fucked up, that's what's up," Gig didn't sound so entirely confident. The tone he was taking was the same kind of false badassery that Revya had come to recognise when Gig was trying to cover up how he really felt.

[* Is it really such a surprise?]

"Well, no. I mean, hell, I'm Gig, Master of Death, Destroyer of World, Badass of Badasses; who wouldn't beg for the chance to be my bitch?"

[* ...]

"Hey, this is the point where you say you wouldn't, dumbass! C'mon!"

[* Well, what if I would?]

"...Okay, now you're just freaking me out."

Gig didn't sound so confident, and Revya couldn't blame him. Now, this, after all of those dreams of banging his female companions, and Gig's coaching towards fulfilling a lot of fantasies he didn't even know he had. He'd gotten so much more dominating, so much more confident, but damn.

"Listen, this'll bug me forever if I don't ask this flat out," Gig stopped for a moment, almost as if he had to gather courage - and a part of Revya noticed an accomplishment at achieving something that really scared Gig - and then Gig's angry voice came back. "Do you actually want me to fuck you?"

[* Now that I think about it, yes]

"Okay, this is just... holy hell, nice final hour bombshell, fuckup."

[* Well, I didn't think I did either]

"So you don't, right? Don't tell me that was just some spur of the moment fantasy and now you're agreeing?"

[* What, you're saying you wouldn't?]

"You're already my slave, aren't you? ...But, hell, I guess if it came down to it, breaking you in half on my cock wouldn't be half bad," there was that cocky smugness Revya had been waiting for to return to Gig's voice. "It'd be like banging those chicks that look like you, so I wouldn't mind. Hell, I'd probably enjoy it! You'd never be able to handle it if I did though. Nobody can."

[* Wanna bet?]

"Well, fine, but I don't know how we'd figure it out," Gig laughed. "It's not like we'll ever end up in separate bodies or something."


End