Author's Note and Disclaimer: Okay. I do not own Naruto nor did I design any of the characters in here. I am only a semi-average fan-girl who wrote this set of vignette drabbles for a Naruto role-playing community I was in called Nindou. Yes, they are shonen ai/ Yaoi in nature. No I am not telling who the pairings are until the end of them. I want to see what people will guess it is. It can be whoever you want. I'd just like to know who you think it is.
In Dreams
His dreams had gotten interesting lately, and felt rather real… So real it hurt. He wasn't alone in them, rather the opposite in fact. A pair of strong arms, paler than him, often held him as their possessor would start his slow, sweet torture. However, the one dreaming never saw his partner's… lover's… face in his dreams. It was like he was keeping it secret from the one having the dream.
There were kisses as always, just this time there was something different. The dreamer found that his arms were tied up above his head around a pole of the headboard of a bed, his bed he guessed, with his hitae- ate holding both his wrists while he was on his back. This didn't hurt or really scare him, just frustrated. He wanted to touch back, really that was it.
He hadn't meant to draw his own blood in his dream, but the frustration of not being able to touch back while his own body was being played like an instrument in the hands of a master musician was unbearable. His "musician" noticed everything and always seemed to know ahead of time the places that the most sensitive and avoid them until he was panting. The dreamer could count on one hand the number of actual kisses he was able to return, but not the ones that had nibbled the edge of his ear, jaw line, or shoulder blade. Light bites played along a sensitive neck as its owner moaned under the assault. His scars felt the same treatment, as if they were beauty marks instead of marrs.
Talented hands continued a gentle pattern that elicited more groans from the dreamer, something that would not be held in. The slight pressure of a kiss that lapped up any shed drops of blood also took in the sounds. Heat warmed heat it seemed as moonlight stole the colouring from everything. Maybe the musician was made of moonlight, that's why he could do this to him so well.
Gentle as the night goes, rough as the night goes… You never expect the obvious, even when it has been teased at the whole time. When his body was turned over, ever so carefully, as not to hurt him, the dreamer looked up at his musician. A felt grin against his shoulder blade along with the soundless words of comfort before a different torture began again. An assault on two senses at once, if not more. Warm back to a toned stomach, gentle nibbles along the spine that sent shivers up along it. Sparks that came and blacked out all vision as they came without warning. The softness of the sheets and mattress as two men sunk into it, one being held… the other holding the other. Then, the cloth restraining the dreamer's hands was undone before he was rolled over into a warm embrace. Sweet nothings, reassurances, and gentle touches along the wrists as if to take away any pain that they felt.
Then, morning came, and the dreamer woke up to an empty bed… a cold empty bed. His hitae- ate right where he put it the night before, no extra impression on the mattress besides his own. It had only been a dream after all.
