Chapter Two: Nightmare in the World of Dreams

Floating…that's what Akira was doing. His body was numbed by an unfamiliar sense of tranquility and his senses seemed to dull by the second. Like a wave lost in sea, his mind drifted towards the realm of unconsciousness. The last thing he remembered doing was closing his eyes, so clearly he was dreaming right now. But normally when a person dreams, they shouldn't be conscious of doing so, however Akira was well aware that he was entering Dreamland…and not the one from the Kirby games.

"Uh…what the fuck?" Akira's eye involuntarily twitched when an image of a goat sitting on a toilet floated past him. Did I just see that? Wait…aren't I inside my own mind right now?

"…"

Before he could even find an adequate explanation for that big-lipped alligator momentAkira was suddenly hauled away from the darkness and plunged into a hot bath. He immediately found himself swimming towards the surface and into the light…

"Hah!" He gasped for air before gasping in shock. "What the-?"

"Good evening Master and welcome to our establishment!"

Akira could do nothing but gape. Five, no…six girls possessing bodies that would make Pamela Anderson weep were standing before him in an arrangement similar to how bowling pins were set up, with the shorter girls in front. They all came in assorted clothes – or lack thereof – and sported some of the hottest bodies any girl could ever wish to obtain. Akira thought he'd never get to witness models but here they were in the spa with him and–

Wait, what.

"What is this place?" Why am I in a spa? But instead of an answer, the chicks all gathered into the steamy water with him, giggling like a couple of broken records. "Wh-what do think you're all doing?" Akira was genuinely freaking out. Either he had somehow accidentally fallen into someone else's dream or he had smoked some seriously strong shit.

A pale-skinned brunette made the first move and attempted to hang her arm onto Akira's bare shoulder but he recoiled away from her instinctively. The water was hotter than he had originally felt which was strange because logically he shouldn't be feeling anything at all since he was dreaming... Or was this really a dream?

It feels too damn real to be one!

"What's wrong, Master? Don't you want to be serviced?"

Huh? Serviced? Bartender service? Hotel service? "No. I don't want any of that." He glared at them with hopes of threatening them. "Which one of you brought me here?"

"Guess, tee hee!" Their giggling was disturbingly synchronized and before Akira could realize it, one of the more voluptuous females wrapped her arms around his and pushed herself against him. He flinched violently at the physical touch and struggled to pull away from the flaunty girl who was blatantly trying to get his attention by rubbing her chest against his skin. Soon, the others started to gather around him and attempted to do the same.

Normally, this would be any guy's most-wanted wet dream. Who wouldn't want to have six hot chicks owning chests the size of Mt Fuji rubbing all over you? Who wouldn't want to be half-naked in a spa with girls wearing some of the skimpiest bikinis ever made? Well, Akira sure as hell didn't.

God, with outfits like theirs, they might as well wear nothing! Akira wished he hadn't inwardly made that comment because right after he did, the blonde one clinging onto his arm began to slide her fingers under the brim of her bikini and slowly exposed more of her body. Unable to handle anymore of it, Akira wrenched away from the sluts – well, what else could they be – and headed the opposite direction.

"Don't touch me, woman. If this is someone's idea of a sick joke then I'm gonna-"

"Oooh, he's getting serious." When Akira noticed that they were going to do something indecent again, he turned his whole body around and started to flee.

And that's when he saw him.

Another man was stationed at the other end of the spa, his arms resting on the rim of the spa as if he owned the place. He had striking black hair, the colour of night, and from a distance Akira could recognize his thin, rouge lips which had curved to a smile – no, not a smile. There was something too malicious about it to be called a smile. The man appeared to be watching him and the girls but Akira couldn't really tell since his eyes were hidden behind those black bangs of his.

There's something about that guy…he's just watching us…

"Come on, what are you staring at? Come have some fun with us." The girls proceeded to pull him away but Akira maintained his position and continued glaring at the man – the spectator of the whole event.

"Hey! You over there!" Akira called out to him but the other man remained unfazed. Or maybe he was ignoring him. "Hey!"

"What are you yelling for? You can choose any one of us!"

Can't they see him? "I wasn't talking to you dumb bitches. I was talking to him." At that moment, the man's sinister smirk disappeared. When he lifted his head, the girls that had once surrounded Akira had vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

"What the fuck?" The grey-haired teen became startled and slipped but instead of falling, something had supported him from the front – somebody's outstretched hand.

"You can see me." The man's voice was so deep that it seemed to have created ripples in the water. "My powers must be weaker than I thought…"

"Wha-?" Akira shoved the man away from him but he only succeeded in losing his balance. "Who the hell are you and where have you taken me?"

"I haven't taken you anywhere. You're dreaming."

"Dreaming? Yeah right. If I was dreaming right now, I wouldn't be talking to you like this, you sick bastard."

"Sick bastard? Well, aren't you a feisty dog. Why don't you sit for me?" The last thing Akira saw was the man's blood-red lips before his face was plunged into the water – water that had become so icy-cold it would've caused his face to shatter. He struggled desperately to wrench the man's hand off his hair but his efforts deemed fruitless. When he was out of breath he was given a brief reprieve from the man, and Akira instinctively sought for air when he was released. "Cooled off yet?"

You asshole! But Akira didn't get a chance to convey his hate because he was too busy spluttering water and regaining his breath. His face was cold enough to break off, yet the fire in his throat burned its way through his body. It wasn't long until his whole body was cold all over though, and he started to wonder why. A blinding white light was all he could see when he opened his eyes. When his vision slowly re-adjusted itself, Akira was taken aback.

"The South Pole?"

"Actually, it's the North Pole but let's not get too technical shall we?"

Ignoring the man's pointless correction, Akira made another quick scan of the area. Shit, why am I even here? How the hell did I even get here? The crystal-blue water, the colossal ice bergs, the fish swimming casually around him – everything seemed too real to be real. He could see everything clearly and he could feel everything as if it was there – the arctic winds blowing in his face, the water that was about to freeze his blood – was this normal to experience in a dream?

Fuck no.

And yet here he was in the middle of nowhere, floating on the water like a piece of lost debris with a man he'd never seen before. Maybe he died and went to Hell – a Hell that was frozen over as a result of too many people saying 'when hell freezes over.'

Summoning up his courage, Akira confronted the man about everything that was happening to him right now. He was confident this whole experience was the man's doing. Even a blind man would be able to see how suspicious the guy was.

"Who the fuck are you and where have you taken me?"

The man simply glanced over Akira once before looking away nonchalantly. "I don't feel like answering you."

What a prick! The gray-haired teen readied his fist and launched it towards the man but doing so had caused the water to suddenly swerve violently. However, before Akira was caught off-balanced, something had wrapped around his neck and before he knew it he was taken ashore and dumped at the base of an ice pillar, like overdue trash.

"Pityful."

Akira opened his eyes again to find his predator looming over him with eyes so bloodthirsty it sent his heart pounding with fear. Though the man was completely naked from head to toe, he had the aura of a dozen hungry beasts waiting for the perfect chance to devour his prey. His appearance should've been like a complete joke to Akira but he was too overwhelmed by the whole situation to be a jerk about it.

The man possessed an unbelievably perfect body – the kind any super model would boast about. His muscles were smooth and so well-defined that even Akira found it hard to resist reaching forward and touching them. The teen's eyes involuntarily trailed down to the other's groin area which was evidently darker and hidden in the shadow between his thighs. He was deathly-pale but it made him even more beautiful when he wore his inhumanly red eyes and his thin red lips like accessories on his face.

Akira flinched from surprise when the man leaned forward, his hand resting on the base of his neck as if he was prepared to strangle his victim to death if he were to retaliate.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No. I don't have the power to do that."

"W-what are you?" Not human, that's for sure.

The man uttered a soft chuckle. "What do you think I am?"

Honestly, I don't fucking know. Akira shook his head to indicate he had no clue. "You're probably just a…figment of my dream, something I made up. You're not real. None of this is."

A warm sensation spread throughout Akira's body when the man's breath reached his skin. He could literally feel the heat radiating from the other when he leaned in closer, but how was it that he wasn't affected from the cold? Regardless, the teen knew his body desired that heat and he found himself unwilling to move away. It wasn't long until he noticed that his body was soon devoid of energy and willpower.

Akira's body squirmed when he felt something cold and wet touch his face. The naked man had licked his face, probably to piss him off, but the teenager had no strength to move away, let alone talk. And he wanted so badly to snap at the guy. This creepy guy…I just want to run. If this is my dream, I should be able to run. Why…why can't I move?

"Sometimes," the man whispered into his ear, "Sometimes the mind makes it all real."

"This isn't...isn't real."

"Isn't real? Well then, let's see how real we can make this." Warm lips met with Akira's. They were soft and gentle at first but the longer they lingered there, the hotter his lips burned and it soon became almost unbearable for the teenager. He needed something wet and cold to distract him from the burning sensation, and he found it when the other man's tongue slipped its way into his mouth.

Akira had never kissed before, except for an accidental one with a girl in 7th Grade – and several indirect kisses with Keisuke – but he could tell that the man was an experienced kisser because he was actually enjoying what the man was doing to him with his mouth and tongue. It was as if Akira was under a spell – under a demon's spell.

Their tongues were thoroughly rubbing against each other and their mouths were fighting desperately for a better taste of the other. Akira thought it was weird that he would know how to kiss like that but he suspected that the man was behind it all. It was sickening to think about but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

He suddenly felt seething heat gather between his thighs – his bare thighs – and in the position that he was currently in, it was like an open invitation for the other man to invade his most private package. Shit! When did I lose that towel? Was it when I was in the water?

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity until the man broke away, sighing with contentment. "That was the most wonderful kiss I've had in aeons. Your pent-up sexual energies could last me for weeks without needing to feed again." He quickly leaned in for another deep kiss; his tongue weaving into Akira's willing mouth again. The teenager briefly glanced away from his kisser and he could see – and feel – the ice melting away in the background, as if Hell was about to rise again. The skies glowed red – or was it pink? – and everything seemed to be clouded in a light fog. He closed his eyes again and concentrated on the movement of the other's tongue again.

Akira's hand was subconsciously feeling its way up the man's arm and shoulders. His muscles were undeniably there and they were no illusion. His fingers eventually found their way into his raven-black hair and they seemed to be searching…searching for something, but even Akira himself had no idea what.

And then he felt them. Something hard protruding out of the man's head. Something which indicated that Akira wasn't kissing a human.

"Stop!" Akira regained control of his body and forcefully shoved the man away from him. Horns? Horns like…a demon. If this wasn't a dream, he would've gagged at the thought of kissing a monster. "I can't believe I fucking did that."

As he was caught off-guard, the man had momentarily lost control and revealed himself for what he really was – a black-winged demon. Sure, he still looked like a human but he was merely the devil in disguise.

From afar, Akira could see the demon still had a look of utter disbelief but he had regained his posture and grinned creepily. Moments later the demon faded out, and so did the scenery, as if it was all just an illusion – a dream. But he knew that this wasn't the end of it. The demon was out for blood – for his blood – and there was no way of stopping him.


A/N: Sorry if the kiss scene was shit.

And thanks so much for all the encouragement x3 ~ sorry for late updates though. It's cause I really, REALLY struggle when I write intimate scenes nowadays. But I don't want the scenes to be crap so I kinda take my time and think it through.

And gosh, the anime is progressing very quickly – it's as fast as that snail over there by the donkey.

Now, concerning the fic, I'm planning to write some filler chapters later on that will involve some 'interesting' dream sequences….buuuuut I need some ideas. That's why I'm asking you guys out there – the readers – to help contribute some ideas for these dream sequences. I'm talking about the situations Akira could get into, what could happen etc etc; and if I like what your idea leads to, I'll write it up.

-snicker- this is kinda like a competition :O ~ I'm gonna be looking for originality and creativity but I will not write about things that are way waaay too obscure (for example: Akira humping that donkey over there…by the snail.) If your idea gets through, you'll be credited of course and you'd have my sincere gratitude. And you'll get to see it written up (in my style unfortunately)