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Exploration

Dreams, according to Dr. Oga, were a matter of breaking down subconscious thoughts into incoherent images and scenarios. Dreams, according to Furuichi, were a means of communication without barriers.

Oga was having that dream again. The one where he's stuck in a particularly comfortable bit of jungle, but no matter which direction he walked in, always ended up in the same place. This time, he consciously decided to sit in the bed. Bed? That wasn't there last time. "Oga?" Oga stared as Furuichi came through the brush. This definitely happened before. Oga felt the guilt of leaving the alien behind every single second of his waking days since arriving back on Earth. Furuichi had treated him with such respect and patience. Even love. The good doctor felt guilty that such a kind-hearted being accidentally fell in love with a jerk like himself. Furuichi never deserved that.

Oga sighed. He needed to nip this in the bud if the brunet was ever going to get over it. "Furuichi...I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to leave, but… your planet was too different for me to handle. And I don't think we ever would've worked out because I don't understand anything you're saying. I eat meat and all we ate was fruit. I mean I could eat fruit, but it was way too sweet-"

"I am sorry, ryauw. I understand what you are saying because I also felt this way on your planet."

"You did?"

If Oga had a full conversation with the apparition in his dream before tonight, he couldn't remember. It was almost as if they were really speaking to each other. Not to mention that the accent the alien sported speaking Japanese was incredibly sexy.

"Yes, I did. However, I was immediately comforted by your gesture of offering me that sweet red orb. I assume this is the 'fruit' you speak of, judging by your description of its taste."

"I mean if you want to look at it scientifically anything growing out of the earth is technically a fruit. But, yeah, that apple was a fruit."

"An 'apple'."

Oga giggled as the alien repeated the word over and over and over. Turning the word over his slightly longer, pink tongue. Oga couldn't help thinking about how much it would have been harder to leave if they had these kinds of conversations while they were together.

"Is that the only reason for your silent departure?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't ask to be there. And you didn't ask to be here either. You wouldn't stay if you were forced too, would you?"

The alien didn't speak all at once. Oga felt his consciousness begin to enter the real world. "No. I would not."

...

Oga took another look at the label of the sleeping pills Dr. Lamia slipped him during her visit to his hideout. "Just take one. Knock you right out. No dreams."

"If she wanted to kill me, she wouldn't be helping me."

Oga looked packaging one last time before popping a pill out of its plastic casing and knocking it back with the water sitting next to his dresser. "Nighty night," the brunet whispered to the air. He really didn't want to talk to Furuichi anymore. The alien's eyes were too painful to look at because Oga missed them much more than he thought.

"Ryauw!"

"Huh?"

He was back in the forest and back in bed. Naked.

"What the hell is this? Lamia said no dreams!"

"Lamia? Is that the woman with strange colored hair?"

"...Yes."

Dr. Oga tried to cover himself with a blanket, a pillow, anything, but they kept disappearing! He was forced used his hands to cover all the naughty bits. "Why are you nervous?"

"Why are you naked too?"

Furuichi walked closer, and Oga moved back. His back hit the wall of an old government facility cell, Furuichi's old cell. "Do you remember when I laid here touching myself for you to see?"

Oga swallowed hard. He did, in fact, remember. It was a harder thing to forget these nights it seemed. "Um," Oga wracked his brain for a change in conversation, "how come I understand you now?"

"Because we are in a dream, of course…"

"Right. A dream. A figment of my imag-"

"...We are telepathically linked. Only mates can speak without speaking."

"Wh-we're what? Hang on, hang on, hang on. You could've talked to me this whole time and you didn't?"

"It is rude to speak into your mate's mind without express permission."

It would've freaked me the hell out too, if I'm gonna be honest.

"Wait a sec- are you really talking to me right now? Like are you real?"

"As real as you are."

Scientifically, that was a sound answer, yet it meant so many different things. Oga carded fingers through his hair trying not to go down an existential spiral. "Why are we naked though?"

"Well," Furuichi stepped even closer, "because we want to be naked."

Furuichi took Oga's hand and kissed the inside of his palm. He felt that, so did his cock. Furuichi got down on his knees and explored the good doctor's goods. "Mnn Furuichi...if you do that...I'm gonna-" It was short, and embarrassing for Oga to come so quickly. Furuichi didn't seem to mind it. "It seems like we are going to have to work on stamina together." The pale alien stood up to reveal that he had made a mess in the same amount of time. Oga laughed and brought Furuichi's lips to smash over his.