Disclaimer: I do not own Ranger's Apprentice. It would have a lot more yaoiness if I did. I think I can say that for pretty much everything.

Warnings: I think you already know

I hope this turned out okay, I've kind of been having trouble writing recently. It's also rather short (its mostly just an intro though), but enjoy! (And please excuse the stupid title. I really just couldn't help myself.)

It had been almost three months since their return from Skandia. Since getting back to their little cottage in the forest beside castle Redmont, Halt had been redoubling his efforts in training Will, trying to make up for time lost. The young apprentice was doing well. With all his hard work and practice, he had already almost gotten back to his former level of expertise with both bow and arrow and knives, and would soon be pushing himself even further. Things really felt like they were getting back to normal.

That was until one particular night when Will woke shocked and sweat drenched, startled from his sleep by a dream more real and more disturbing then he had ever experienced in his young life. It was one of those dreams- as evident by the stained sheets- and… it was about Halt…

It was still the middle of the night, but still horrified by the event (even imaginary as it was), Will didn't think he would be able to get back to sleep. Sitting up, running a hand through his messed hair the young apprentice slightly unwillingly thought back on the dream that had him so shaken up.

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It had started like any normal day. Will was outside a little ways from the house, practicing shots at varyingly ranged targets. A bit boring for a dream, but he hadn't known it as such at the time. It was only when he had run out of arrows and was about to go retrieve them that his mentor had come into the picture. Will had shouted a cheerful greeting when he noticed the grizzled ranger approaching, and Halt had nodded in response.

The young apprentice had stood proudly as his mentor's sharp eyes swept over the various targets, all with arrows stuck in their dead-centers.

"Not bad", the older ranger said, and his apprentice grinned for the flat statement was the equivalent to high praise from anyone else.

That was when the normalcy of the dream ended, and abruptly switched paths to the insane, to progressively become worse and worse swift as an arrow reaching its mark. For that was when dream Will, struck by some sudden mysterious impulse had leaned up, wrapping his arms around Halt's neck and placed a kiss right on the older ranger's lips. And possibly more surprising, his master had kissed back. Hard.

Will distinctly remembered the way his dream self had moaned and whimpered as Halt had wrapped his hands around his hips, pulling him in tightly to his so they ground together with every movement. He could feel his mentor's growing hardness against his own through their pants. And he wanted it. He wanted it so bad he could think of nothing else as their tongues heatedly explored each other's mouths.

"Halt…" Will moaned breathlessly when their lips parted for air. That should have been 'halt' as in 'stop', not as in 'please, Halt give it to me…!", but any logical sense like that was apparently lost to him in his dreaming state.

And then, inexplicably- as is often the way of dreams- they were no longer outside. They were in the house, on Halt's bed, their signature ranger's cloaks already discarded on the floor- the first items of clothing to go. He was lying underneath his mentor who was working on removing his pants as he kissed and nibbled at his neck and what was exposed of his collarbone in a way that made dream Will moan and writhe underneath him.

It never once struck Will during his dream that any part of this was strange or in any way a bad idea. He felt only overwhelming desire and need that could only be satisfied by one thing.

The young apprentice cried out, hips bucking into the touch of his master's hand on his cock, rubbing and squeezing, and oh god, it felt so good!

"Nn… H-alt…!" The name came out as a broken whimper from Will's lips as his mentor continued to jerk him off.

He didn't remember his shirt coming off- or Halt's clothes for that matter- but they were both completely naked now, and Halt's tongue was now making its way across his apprentice's small body.

Will could feel the pressure building and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The young apprentice was breathing in erratic gasps, hands clutching uselessly at his master's back.

And then in one big explosion of pleasure he both came and came back into the waking world, pleasure and satisfaction followed quickly by shame and confusion. Which was where the youth found himself now.

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Will had absolutely no idea why his mind would want to create a scenario like that. He had heard before that dreams revealed secret wishes and desires that even the person having the dream might not fully understand in their waking life. But if that was so, what could this one possibly mean? Surly not the most obvious answer. Surely he didn't actually want to do that with Halt of all people. But… what else could it mean…?

The young apprentice gave an aggravated sigh of frustration. He couldn't figure it out now, but neither could he go back to sleep. The very thought of trying again and possibly facing a repeat of his previous experience scared him more then an army of Temujai charging right at him. And from the position of the moon outside his window, it would still be hours until sunrise.

It looked like it was going to be a long night… But now that he thought about it, he wasn't exactly excited for morning to come either. Because that would mean getting up… and seeing Halt. To his horror, Will's face immediately heated at the mere thought of his mentor.

This wasn't going to be easy.

Yes, it was only a dream and they didn't go all the way, but I wanted to save that for when they're actually doing it *spoiler alert!*

Thank you for reading. (I hope this wasn't too bad!) Reviews bring me much happiness.

~angel-san