Ivan knew he was dreaming. He knew because of the strange fracturing of the images and faces around him, the way one event seemed to blur into the next, and walked willingly through every scenario his subconscious placed before him.

Until he came to an entirely new one. In this dream he stood in a field of sunflowers, which was truly not that odd when given the near constant repetition of the flowers in his dreams, but the strange part was that there was a path betwixt them, winding casually along through the small jungle. He followed it, winding his way among the stalks, careful not to damage them, until he reached a large clearing among the overgrown plants that was filled with lovely green grass and a figure whom he didn't recognize. At least not until that person turned around, large smile all too familiar. Alfred's face fluctuated in the fabric of the dream, but it was instantly recognizable, and Ivan felt oddly drawn towards him, as though they were supposed to talk about something.

When he got near, Alfred's smile didn't fade, just softened a bit until it was warmer and more personal than anything he had ever given Ivan before.

"Ivan." murmured Alfred, lips sounding out the full syllables that rolled in dream-Ivan's ears. Before he could sort out why a sound was delicious and filling, Alfred had wrapped his arms around Ivan's shoulders, and Ivan had slid his own around Alfred's lithe waist. Alfred's face came closer and closer, until he was certain their lips were pressed together, although at first he felt nothing.

Then something began to blossom, just a little, as though someone had lit a match within the dream itself, in between their lips, the softness he dreamed for Alfred's and the stiffness of his own. Warmth seemed to flow in from what he perceived to be Alfred's lips, and down through his body, until Ivan was pressed up against a warmth he had never experienced before. It was as though Alfred himself was the warmth he longed for, and helplessly Ivan pulled it tighter to his needing body. He had craved heat like this for ever so long, and now Alfred gave it willingly, so willingly that Ivan couldn't stifle the urge to devour every taste he got. Yes, to devour it and hold just a little piece for himself, the warmth he'd never had. The very idea of it had him panting, drawing back and watching blue eyes smile up at him as though they understood his wants and wished to sate them. Did this Alfred want him back?

A ripple passed through the dream, and they were suddenly on the ground, with Alfred underneath him. At some point the ground too had become covered in sunflowers, and Alfred's face was pressed among them, ever the focus of Ivan's vision. His face flushed deeply and his lips pursed and formed the name again.

"Ivan."

Ivan felt the unnameable warmth between them grow, and he couldn't resist grinding down into it, harder and harder, insides twinging at the sensation of that warmth. He didn't know why, it didn't make sense, he'd never thought that it could be this way for him. To feel so good, to want so much.

"Ivan."

He watched his name be repeated on Alfred's lips, and the dream frayed and melted deeper into itself in that way that only dreams can, pulling away everything except that warmth and Alfred's face, which looked so delightfully wanting as though he craved too, Ivan pushing his whole body towards that warmth.

Then he was staring at the fabric of his pillow, morning light on the adjacent window. He sat up, shook his head then ran his fingers though his hair before deciding to have a shower and forget about it.

Author's Notes:

If this sounds slightly strange or warped, remember, it's a dream and it's supposed to be sort of oddly slippery. There will be much more graphic smut in the next chapter and the ones following it, but also slowly increasing dosages of plot. I'm not really sure where this will go, but I hope you all stick around for the ride!