It must have been fate, Oliver thought as he sat on the edge of his queen sized bed somewhere in downtown Shibuya, Japan, as he stared blankly ahead for several more moments. Trying to will his mind, and other parts of himself away from the thrill of the dream he'd just woken from. He'd been here in Japan for only a month looking for his dead twin brother Gene. And couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself for becoming so distracted by what he'd at first had dismissed as nothing more than mere dreams as he looked down at his hands which tingled from- from some unnamable sensation.
However he was quickly beginning to think that his dreams weren't just dreams.
In his dream, he'd felt flesh under his hands. So soft and smooth and warm and beautiful. Yet firm.
As firm as the breasts that he'd almost swear he'd touched, palmed, teased- As soft as the skin along the stomach that he could have sworn his hands skimmed down too before kissing. And as warm and beautiful as the juncture between the 'other's' legs as he touched, and toyed with her almost to the point of madness.
Ah yes, madness. He thought as he glanced once more down at his lap. Or rather the sheets covering his lap and the erection he was sporting there.
If he continued to have such disturbing dreams, he would probably go mad. I mean, god- is this what every nineteen year old young man went through every morning? He wondered with a tired sigh when a knock on his bedroom door startled him into almost jumping out of his skin.
"Oliver? Are you alright? It's morning." His assistant/bodyguard Lin said from the other side of the door. Causing him to almost swear. Jeez, that had scared him. Oliver thought as he quickly gathered up the bed sheets and folded them over several times before putting them over his lap... Just in case Lin decided to barge in and check to see if he'd been assassinated or something.
Not that he could really blame him or anything.
Due to his abilities as well as his personality- Oliver tended to make enemies of one kind or another wherever he went. Luckily, he had never been seriously hurt or killed just yet. But that was mostly due to Lin and his skills. Both as a paranormal researcher and the skills that he kept hidden. The knock sounded again and Oliver couldn't resist the urge to turn his head and glare at the door and just bare his teeth in a silent snarl before yelling, "I'm up! Now get the hell away from my bedroom door before I hurt you!"
Thank god he'd used plain speaking when yelling at Lin, the man wasn't so good with subtle. Especially when there was a door between them and he couldn't read Oliver's body language right then.
Lin grew silent for a moment or so and then quietly moved away from his bedroom door. Leaving him alone to curse to himself.
Yup, it really must be fate that had brought him here to look for his brother. And if he ever managed to get his hands on Gene's corpse he was going to make sure that his twin was damned happy he was dead for putting him in this position in the first place...
The jerk.