This is my first attempt at slash. If this isn't to your taste I suggest you press the back-key. Right. Now. To everyone else, please enjoy this unique story about an unique pairing....

Title: Dream Lover

Length: 468 words

Pairings: Gainel/Numair with a touch of D/N

Warnings: This is slash between two consenting individuals. It is also an UMR bait.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Although I wish I could own Gainel. And Tkaa. And- Nevermind, on with the story.

Dream Lover

Eyes heavy-lidded through lack of sleep, Numair stared into middle space, trying to fathom what had happened to him.

On that fateful night, he recalled that there had been tiredness. Yearning for sleep. He had kissed his wife tenderly goodnight and drew her close.

Numair shut his eyes.

And dreamt.

Daine was there, watching him, her curls spilling over her shoulders. She smiled invitingly and embraced him, stroking his hair lovingly. He responded gleefully, conducting a thorough exploration of her body.

Encased in the circle of his arms, Daine, his beautiful Magelet changed. Her blue-grey eyes shifted into dark pools, lightly tanned skin paled.

Soon Numair found himself in the unusual position of looking up at the Dream-King. "By Shakith! What is happening?" he had blurted out, confused. Gainel had smiled a peculiar half-smile at this as he pressed his lips on the mortal's own parted ones. -In the waking world, you are Veralidaine's. Here, on the other hand, you are mine-

When the mage woke up, he felt dazed and empty. Had he cheated on his Wildmage? Did that even constitute as cheating? Dozens of thoughts roared through his head at once.

Three days had passed. For three days, he did not mention the occurrence. For three nights he had not slept, not wanting to see what would happen if he returned to the dream realm. Perhaps common knowledge said that you could not choose not to sleep, it would happen eventually. But he would try anyway.

With a growl, he placed his head in his hands. He was no longer stunned, that had given way to anger. Why had Gainel done that to him? Why had the immortal made him afraid to dream?

"I love Daine, I love my wife. I love her," he spoke out to the empty room.

But a small part of him felt other feelings. It remembered cool, pale hands caressing the contours of his body.

Fog-like hair brushing his cheek.

Shadowy yet starlit eyes looking deep into his own brown ones.

The feeling of ecstasy that came from being close to the divine.

He unintentionally shivered, a jolt of pleasure sliding down his spine. This part of his mind used no words to convey meaning. Numair blushed at the images that played continuously through his head.

'What is happening to me? Why do I feel this way? And how can I tell Daine this?

...Wait a moment...

The wretched mage raised his head out of his hands and groaned.

Wherever he was, he was not home.

A feeling of expectation filled him, something would happen, he just knew it.

Nevertheless, he started as a lanky, black clothed arm snaked around his waist.

-Numair- the Dream God teased -I thought you knew better than to try and not fall asleep-