Nightmares.
Beaches. Sand in their shoes; waves and water extending to that gentle curve way, way, over there, that held two expanses of blue together, as the sun edged slowly over it. Slowly. Are you mocking me?
Water becoming fire, as his friend smoked and toasted, literally, and turned to ashes in front of him.
Waking up, screaming, Luka! Oh fuck, that's right, he's dead.
Kei sighed, taking in the rustles of fabric from the other room. Now you've only gone and woken up Sho. Idiot.
Another sigh. Sho, that boy who'd taken him in, coaxed the dead to live--who wasn't doing a fucking bad job of it--Sho, who'd grown into a man right in front of his grey gaze. The only one for whose blood, (red, red) he wouldn't kill to O.D. on. Tempting, oh so tempting, (red!) but he hadn't.
No. He hadn't. Recent dreams suggested he wanted something a little more living from him, he wanted something a little more--Screw that, I just need to sleep. Backing up his thought by rolling over, chucking off the covers (it was too hot in Mallepa, fuck), and immersing himself in a deep coma once again.
Sho, unconvinced that Kei was as at ease with his dreams as he let on, and more than a little in need of comfort himself, Kei's unhappy; I'm unhappy, trekked across the Spartan apartment (off-white, candles, scent of smoke, and the occasional pizza box laying on the floor, which he just tripped over, minimal furnishing, ow; OWOWOW, that was his goddamn toe he just stubbed), and considered laying next to the now steadily sleeping vamp.
Hesitation for a moment, before squashing himself onto the sofa-bed with Kei. He cuddled into that familiar curve of chill-warmth of the other man, like he'd done when he was younger. Didn't feel so young anymore, though. Hell, relationships were getting strained now, too. Did Kei… did Kei suspect?
Kei?
Shifting. Murmuring softly, acting out a dream, maybe. He did that a lot. Stupid shit; always insisting he was fine when he wasn't. Argh! Sho, wincing, with a bit back curse, as a flailing arm smacked him on the nose (always his friggin' nose!), the attached hand flying across the bed to land the other side of Sho, the blonde draped over him, pulling him closer.
Um… Night…mare?
Sho contemplated waking him--would the vampire be more pissed than pleased if he did?--until, oh shit, That Hand pulled him closer still and began skimming the soft skin of his belly.
Shit.
Moving carefully, displace that hand before it gets any worse, he succeeded only in having Kei hold him more possessively. A tight grip--your M.I.N.E and you ain't getting away--a vampires grip. And then, Kei's breath was on his neck, cool and Atlantic, and goose-pimplingly good, making his own hitch in his throat, him shiver, biting back a confused, Motto. Making his own lungs to tighten. Making something else tighten, down THERE.
Oh, HELL no.
Nnn… Opinions formed quickly shattering, becoming a HELL'S YES! as he felt Kei's hand travel lower,
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index finger dipping into his navel, past there, then, lower still, (HOLY SHIIIITTT--) before...
allcoherantthoughtsstoppedthere.
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When Kei awoke that evening, sun setting, fucking off for the night, recalling last nights wet dream (awkward damp patch in his boxers) it was like not venturing from his--admittedly sexier--nightmares at all.
He awoke to an uncomfortably sticky hand, and a rather red-in-the-face Sho.
Only to be equally red in the face within moments.
Why is my hand down his pants?