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:Pony's POV:

I snuggle against his warm, bare chest while his arms wrap around my waist. Soda yawns and lazily smiles down upon us. Johnny trembles when my brother kisses his neck. "We left Dally out there all alone," Johnny murmers and I roll my eyes turning around to silence him with a kiss. "He can wait some more," I say softly dancing my tongue across his collar bone. "Yeah, I can think of better things to do," Soda impishly says while slipping out from underneath his lover. Johnny willingly lays down forgetting about his earlier argument.

I watch him arch into my brother's mouth. His chest heaving with each breath and his nails biting into Soda's shoulders. Johnny's laughter rings out after Soda finishes him off and begins tickeling him. I crawl over to him and lower my lips to one of his tanned nipples. My tounge dashes across that hard ball and his moans send me into a frenzy. I hover over him and gaze into his dark eyes while I slip off my own clothes. I begin to cover his soft, supple thighs with kisses as Soda places his lover's head upon his lap. After a few more teasing kisses, I pull him up and help him onto his hands and knees. Soda plays with his nipples as I slip inside him.

He curls up panting while Soda grants him loving kisses. I curl up behind him and press my lips against the flesh of his shoulder. Johnny pulls Soda closer and leans back against me. I close my eyes and breathe in his wild, exotic scent. Yet dreams claim me even as I fight off the Sandman.

The flames lick at my body, the heat stirs tears in my eyes. The screams of innocents echos in my ears. My heart beats wickedly as I inhale the smoke and search for the children. Suddenly a nearly sheer form appears before me undisturbed by the blinding smoke and unbearable heat. "Perhaps the truth is that I'm actually dead, maybe you are dead too," the apperation whispers in that sensual voice that is so like the boy that lays against me. "No, we're alive! Leave me alone!" The boy shrugs those slender, familar shoulders then says "Then why don't these flames hurt us?" I shake my head muttering "This is only a dream, Johnny's alive." Then the blonde haired greaser enters wearing the leather jacket he had on when the church burned down. His blues flash dangerously and he sternly says "Kid, we're dead. Go check it out in the cemetary." I shake my head wiping at my tears.

The scene changes and I'm in the hospital. On the cot lays a badly burnt Johnny that wheezes for air. His black eyes are filed with so much pain and acceptance. I can see the truth in their words as I gaze upon him like this. "This is only a nighmare, I made this world up," I cry out sinking to my knees and sobbing in the darkness.

:Johnny's POV:

Tears streak Pony's cheeks and I remain unable to awaken him. I hear his screams, I feel his trembling, sweating form, and I sense the pain and fear radiating off of him. I hold him tighter against me praying that he'll awaken. Finanly, panicked greens flash open and stare at the wall infront of them. I shift so I can peer into his blank face and softly I say "It's okay, I'm still here." He rises to his knees and fearfully places a hand upon my face then says "Then you and Dally never went to the..." I raise an eyebrow and ask "Are you talking about that church again?" He nods looking away and with a smile I say "Dally would never go to a church and this is the first time I've beeen away form home." He smiles and snuggles against me saying "You're not going to leave us, right?" I nod and whisper "I wont leave you, I can't."