Title: Dreams
Pairing: Yoh and Fei Long
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Chapter 18 of Naked Truth
Disclaimer: Fei Long, Yoh and all the wonderful characters of "Viewfinder" belong to Yamane Ayano.
Fei Long lifted his head from the reports he'd been reading, suddenly very much aware of the stillness of his household. He glanced at the antique clock on his desk — 2 in the morning. No wonder my eyes were getting blurry. He stood up, arching his back and rolling his shoulders and neck to ease the stiffness.
The trolley by the door caught his gaze. Fei Long remembered Tao had brought snacks earlier. He walked over and found the tea sufficiently hot. Fei Long smiled. That Tao, he must have brought in a new pot when I wasn't looking.
He poured himself a cup, sipping as he returned to his desk. With a long sigh, he flipped open a report. Five minutes later, Fei Long hurled the folder across the room. The report was useless. It didn't tell him what he needed to know. If Yoh was here, he would have provided exactly—
Fei Long shook his head. Yoh was gone and the Baishe was well rid of the traitorous bastard. For the last eight years, that Judas had reported his every move to Asami. For the last eight years, Yoh had ...
Tears splashed on Fei Long's hand. He missed Yoh. In the solitude of his room, he could admit the truth: He missed his right-hand man, whose stoic demeanor hid a sharp mind and a dry sense of humor. His treachery had been like a dagger in Fei Long's heart. His declaration of love on the ship had been surprising, confusing and totally vexing.
Tired, Fei Long stood up and shook his ponytail loose. He shrugged out of his robe and slipped under the covers naked.
The dream began with the slide of the silken sheets, exposing his skin to the cold air. He growled at the discomfort, then sighed when warm hands glided up his legs, followed by warm lips. They were thorough, nipping and nibbling their way up his body until he thought he'd go mad. He embraced his dream lover, reveling in the feel of heated skin and hard muscles. He caught a whiff of scent, manly and ... familiar, but his attention was diverted as fingers brushed lightly, teasingly at his straining cock.
"Please," he begged, for what he wasn't quite sure.
The tongue that had been loving his nipples abruptly switched to his mouth, silencing him quickly. The tongue plundered his mouth brutally, almost angrily. Then, just as abruptly, the kiss turned gentle, the tongue coaxing him to join it in a dance so sweet he felt tears prick his eyes.
His body and mind were so close to the peak that when a warm hand wrapped itself around his shaft, he exploded. Tired but sated, he gave the mouth pressed to his own one last kiss before letting go. His dream lover moved away, but not before planting a wet kiss on his soft cock. He heard a voice whisper his name and bid him goodbye.
"Yoh—" he whispered back.
When Fei Long woke up, he was relaxed and energized. The dream he had was ... intriguing. It had also put a spring in his step as he padded toward the bathroom. But before he could step inside the shower, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. He stopped — and stared.
On the edge of the scar of his bullet wound was a red mark. He looked closer. It was a damn hickey!
The end