Title: False Awakining
Fandom: Ghost Hound
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Makoto/Masayuki
Rating: R
Warnings: underage boys and sex.
Makoto awoke to rushing water in his ears. It echoed all around him as if his sparse room was suddenly a huge cavern filled with running water. He rolled over onto his stomach and ran his hand across the ridged tatami for his alarm clock. He recoiled when his hand struck wet stone instead. He was suddenly very cold. Water echoed all around him.
He ran his fingers along the cold rocks, his fingers dipped into colder water; the rock was suddenly slick with plant life. He looked up, squinting, trying to break through the gloom. He suddenly sat at the bottom of a vast volcanic cavern, far, far above him was a pinprick of yellow light. He reached for it.
Makoto awoke to rushing water in his ears. He stared at the mildew stain on the ceiling; sweat beaded across his forehead. It was too warm under his blankets he decided and started to push them to the end of his futon.
A hand grasped his wrist, preventing him from pushing the blanket away. He slowly looked over, like there was cold oil in his veins instead of blood. Masayuki pushed himself up on his elbows. He was naked from the waist up; his hair was damp and stuck against his forehead. His eyelids lay heavily on glassy eyes.
Masayuki's fingers transferred themselves from Makoto's wrist to his hip, skimming along the knob of his protruding hipbone. Masayuki himself looked down, his eyebrows quirked as if he was surprised at his finger's progress along the waistband of Makoto's underwear.
Makoto couldn't move, the roar of the water was all around him. He tried to open his mouth to yell at Masayuki; to scream at him 'get away you pervert!" to kick his head in and bang his head against the floor.
Masayuki hand had progressed to the other side of his hip, halfway under the waist band of Makoto's underwear. He pulled the other boy's body flush against his, his skin was clammy and overheated. Masayuki's mouth opened, his teeth closed on Makoto's shoulder.
Makoto awoke to silence, he felt the ridges of the tatami through his futon, his bed was empty, and his room was a dark cozy cave. With the blinds drawn tight, only a thin line of light was visible under the door. He reached up and brushed hair out of his face blinking in the darkness. He was aroused, he realized with disgust. "Stupid Nakajima" he muttered. "Won't leave me alone even in my dreams"
Makoto sat up and reached out into the silence for the tick-tick of his alarm clock.