Alexander savored Daniel's body, exploring it with touch and taste, trying to commit as much of it to memory as was possible. He discovered a small scar along the boy's hip and became fascinated by it, tracing it with his tongue before giving it a suckling kiss.
"Stop." Daniel moaned. "Not there. Stop teasing me."
"Where then, Daniel? Here?" Breath ghosted over where Daniel really wanted Alexander's attentions. He opened his eyes and met the baron's, crouched over him, long silver hair spilling across his thighs.
"Yes. Oh, yes. Just get on with it."
A hand was around his throat before he had time to yelp in shock. It was a mere fraction of force away from chocking him.
"Don't presume over much, Daniel. Not when I am condescending to take you to my bed in the first place." He released him with a shove. "I don't like being ordered."
Daniel covered his throat, trying to rub away the baron's touch. "It's not your bed." He snapped.
"Pardon?"
"It's not your bed. It's my dream," He gestured around at their non-surroundings. "in my head."
Alexander's eyes narrowed. "So in your dreams I am meant to be your whore. Little more than that construct you conjured."
"You did offer to take its place." Daniel cried out as he was flipped over, long fingers twisting in his hair.
"I had hoped you would find some pleasure in this as well, but I will just have to content myself with satisfying my own needs it seems." He pulled Daniel's head back, traced the cords of his throat. "I really am ashamed of myself for wanting you the way I do. I dream of you, you know." He pulled back to run a hand down the curve of his back, the swell of his buttocks. "My kind isn't meant to have dreams. It's..." He searched for the right word in a language that Daniel would understand. "unseemly. Maybe here, after we do this sordid business, I can finally-"
Daniel pushed back against him with surprising force, knocking him away. Daniel spun around, grabbing the headboard for support. "How dare YOU! You're the one who presumes too much here, Alexander. You take offense at my actively enjoying our love making, accuse me of thinking of you as only my plaything, then expect me to lay back and become YOUR whore? In my own dream?" He nearly spat on the bed, eyes glittering with rage. "Wake me up, Alexander. I'm done with this. Done with you."
A wolf would look at the hare in that way, Daniel thought, wood digging into his back as he tried to put as much distance between himself and Alexander as possible.
"Damn you." Alexander sighed. "When I think you can't get any more fascinating, you prove me wrong."
"What?"
A smirk flashed across the old man's face as if at some internal joke. "You are more beautiful in defiance than you are in obedience. If only you weren't human. It..." A spidery hand clenched in the sheets. "galls. To be so enchanted by something so lesser."
"I wouldn't have you lower yourself to fuck someone you deem no more than an animal, my lord. Since you found your way into my head, I am sure you can show yourself out. I'm waking up."
"Daniel, please. My apologies. You confuse me. And my reaction to what I don't understand is to become infuriated with it."
"You're apologies always mean nothing. Just let this fade on my waking. I am asleep and yet am more tired than if I were awake."
Alexander tilted his head to one side. "You're right. I'm not sorry. I like this side of you. It's a charming change from your blind adoration." He moved towards Daniel on hands and knees, the wolf imagery came again to mind. Daniel tried to jump from the bed, but Alexander thrust an arm out, palm smacking the wood of the headboard, barring his escape.
"You will let me make amends for my behavior." He leaned forward to nuzzle Daniel's temple, a wisp of white hair tickling the young man's nose. "You want this as much as I, yes?"
"No."
He laughed, pressed his cheek against the other's. "Little liar."
Daniel pushed him back far enough to see his face. "You won't hurt me."
"And you'll treat me with respect. I'm much, much more than anything your tiny mind could imagine."
"I know." He hesitantly wrapped his arms around the baron's neck, slowly leaned forward to press a shy kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Alexander's arms came up to enclose him, enfold him, hold him close and tight, and oh so protectively. "How do you want to come?"
"Excuse me?"
It was a feat to not roll his eyes. "By my hand, my mouth, something more mutual? Don't be shy now. Look at me." He cupped his chin and forced him to look up. "You were so demanding earlier. Tell me now, before this magnanimous mood passes."
"In me."
"Pardon?"
"In me. I want you in me."
The smile that bloomed on Alexander's face was all predator. "Are you sure? You've never done it before. Not even in dreams."
"Please, Alexander."
He shuddered at the plea, looked away before Daniel could see the feral thing that lurked behind his eyes and took fright. "Very well then. If we must."
Alexander raked his fingers down Daniel's stomach, over his hip. "First we have to…" He laughed at himself, shook his head. "I forget this is a dream. Different rules. Just concentrate on letting me in Daniel. It won't hurt. Not here."
It did seem to hurt Daniel a bit though, fingernails clawed Alexander's back as he pushed in. He hissed but didn't tell the boy to stop. He thrust once, hard, just to enjoy the cry of pain his lover made, the way his head fell against the pillows, the spill of dark hair across them. So pretty, Daniel. So so pretty and so so mine now. His arms slid around the boy, chest to chest, forehead resting against forehead. He was shaking, they both were, but each for very different reasons.
"Can you feel me in you, Daniel?"
He nodded. His nose brushing Alexander's.
"Can you feel my heartbeat against yours?"
Again a nod.
"Do you like it?
He hesitated, then nodded.
Alexander smiled. "It does get better. Trust me."
"I do." He whispered. "Though I know I shouldn't." It was all the encouragement Alexander needed.
