Shizuo despondently watch Dr Shinra and Celty from the drawing room as they waltz through the night, watching their shoes tap upon the hard wood floor as the Music grew louder, taping one, two, three, and four, repeat, one, two, three, and four. He loves her, and she him, and everything else was trivial to them, content in laying on each other arms, and in perfect peace. What would it be like for him to dance like that with his Father?

Shizuo could see the hesitation in his eyes with a matching expression of surprise, followed by a dark blush. Father was not brave enough to face the uncharted waters, he was going to refuse, he was going to try to alter his thoughts pattern after this unwarranted suggestion, but he will have none of that. He will make him do it- in this dream land, he is not powerless against his father, he is not controlled by remote and wires, he is unfettered and unbounded, free to act upon his fantasy, wherever it takes him. He roughly grabs him, making him dance for a while…father slowly gets into it and enjoys it as well, giving him one of his rare smiles. He smiles as well, because his father is pleased.

They slowly get on through the night, slowly moving from the living room to the bed room.

"Father," he would say, while playing with his nipples, "Father, do you want this?"

His father is unsure, he is hesitant, he is unwilling to explore this ground, as he was unwilling to explore any emotion, but he nods anyways. He pulls down father's trousers, relishing the sight of his naked father- his father, while he was alive, was never too shy about his own nakedness in front of his little dollies, but in this dream, his father sees him as a fellow, and because of that, he is shivering in shame. He notice him shivering down there especially, him already hard, and his hole clenching in fear. "Father," he would slowly slur, watching his father blush even harder, "father, I would have to use lube so it would not hurt as much."

His father would nod and he would smile, and he would cover his cock in lubricant, and position himself, and his father would close his eyes waiting, and he would enter. Yes, he would love him; he would show him his love. And father would love him in return, father would blush when he says those words- words he would give everything he had and more to hear- they would love, and it would be a pure love, and they would be all alone in the world, with only the two of them together, feeling each other.

All he could do now is dream of father, father in his grave, father turned to bones, father who was cold, callous, cruel, but father whom he loves and who was his life and soul. "Father," he said, silently sobbing behind his dark shades, "I love you."