Daniel's dream was much as it was when he had first glanced in. Alexander's eyes flashed around the small space. Not finding anything to sit on, he took it upon himself to summon a small chair from Daniel's subconscious. Daniel's dreams were always meticulously detailed, right down to the stitching on the curtains of his childhood house. Alexander was very surprised at the starkness of this one. Everything was dark, not full dark, even in his dreams Daniel abhorred and shied from it, but the air was murky and dim. Alexander had trouble making out the forms on the bed. And there was just a bed. No room, no other furniture, just a very big bed-much like the one Alexander had in his room, come to think of it- and Daniel entwined with a hazy shape that somehow managed to be very decidedly masculine. The contrast between Daniel's pale skin and the darkness of the shape he wrestled with was striking. It showcased Daniel very nicely. Alexander had never noticed that his pupil's legs were so long, that the lean musculature in his thighs and flanks could make the baron forget to breathe when they were tensed just so. Daniel really was entirely too pretty when he thought no one was looking.

Daniel tried to push the shape away, but his wrists were caught and he was pushed down onto the bed. He moaned as his faceless lover began to move against him, legs falling open to grant better access, toes clenching in the sheets. He opened his eyes, smiling up at his lover, it was almost blinding and something dark stirred within Alexander. His hand clenched around the arm of his chair.

Some movement in the shadows drew Daniel's attention, the shape immediately stopped its ministrations as he turned his head. The smile slipped from his face, his hands caught at the forearms of his shadowy amour. "Alexander?"

"Yes, please just pretend I'm not here. Carry on." He waved a hand at the young man.

"But-" He tried to move out from under his partner, but was seized and flipped over, cheek pressed down into the mattress. He gasped at something the shape did to him and closed his eyes again, mouth falling open as he began to pant.

"Very nice, Daniel." Alexander sighed, held out his hand and pulled a glass of wine from thin air. He sipped it, watching the young man enjoy himself with his formless lover.

What felt like hours later-time was meaningless in dreams, Alexander remembered with a grumble-and his wine was gone and he had to admit to himself he wasn't getting what he had wanted from watching Daniel be made love to in his dreams. Daniel showed no signs of changing the movements of his lover, perfectly content with the rolling around in the sheets as if they were both teenagers unsure as to how this was meant to work.

"Daniel. Stop."

"What?" The boy pulled away, breathing ragged.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm…Isn't it obvious?" Annoyance crossed his features. Alexander raised an eyebrow. It was the first time the boy had directed such a look at him.

"No, I dare say it isn't. Is that what fucking is to you Daniel? Gyrating against something that mind as well be a pillar whilst making sounds that would make a whore blush? And the whore would be blushing in embarrassment, Daniel. For you."

"Are you- Are you saying I'm doing it WRONG?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. Haven't you ever had sex with a man before?" Golden eyes pierced the ether of the young man's mind, rummaging through his memories. "Haven't you had sex with ANYONE before?"

Daniel blushed, hid his face against the shoulder of the shape his dreams had selected to be his lover for the night, faceless because he had never had anyone's face to give it. "Go away. Just- I need to relax. I need to feel human. Let me have this. Even if I am doing it wrong."

"And badly."

"Just leave!" He snapped at the other man, pulling the shape down against him, legs wrapping around it.

Alexander was almost gaping. So Daniel could become angry at him, could show a side of himself that wasn't either dog-like worship or imbecilic. Well, only in his dreams. Alexander rose to his feet and stalked around the bed, fingers trailing along the sheets, watching the two attempt their copulation. He leaned against the bed post, arms crossed. He really should leave. The boy had asked him to after all and this wasn't anywhere near the realms of erotic. Daniel gasped and flung his head back, exposing a pale throat that begged for nips and a well placed bite just there. The shape didn't oblige and Daniel whined in frustration. It appeared Alexander wasn't the only one who wasn't getting what he thought he had wanted from the experience. Alexander's fingers dug into his forearms. It had really been too, too long.

"Move." He shoved the faceless shape off of Daniel.

"Alexander!" Daniel squawked trying in vain to preserve his modesty with hands and a crossed leg.

"Get rid of it." His eyes were caught by Daniel's form, now fully exposed for his pleasure without that incompetent dream-thing to obscure it.

"But-"

"Now." Daniel paled and the shape melted into the air.

"Good." He started to undo his cravat.

"What- What are you doing?" Daniel, eyes wide, watched as he took off his coat and then his shirt.

Alexander didn't dignify the question with a response. When he was fully unclothed he crawled on to the bed, over Daniel, who tried to shrink away from him. He ran his fingers through Daniel's hair, an act he had long desired. It was as soft and as fine as he thought it would be. He gave in fully to himself and wrapped a strand around his fingers, inhaled- roses, he always knew Daniel would smell of the roses he always kept by his bedside table-kissed it and let it slip away.

Daniel was still looking at him with the eyes of a scared child who just discovered the things under his bed were too, too real. Alexander sighed. That wouldn't do. He brushed his lips over Daniel's brow, caressed his cheek, splayed a hand across his chest and began to explore the boy's body in earnest. When he tried to move lower than his hip, Daniel woke from his amazement and attempted to shove the older man from him.

Alexander growled, sank his teeth into the boy's shoulder, just as he managed to work his leg between Daniel's and lean his weight up. Daniel cried out, whether from the pain or the pleasure, Alexander didn't know or care. He did notice that he was no longer being pushed away, but being drawn towards. He smiled, kissed the imprints his teeth had made.

"You deserve much better than that shoddy construct."

"You mean you're going to… YOU?"

Alexander closed his eyes briefly. Daniel could be so slow to realize things. "Do you find fault with me?" He sometimes forgot what he looked like in this form he had chosen for himself in this world: an old man. It probably had never even crossed Daniel's mind that he could be a prospective sexual partner, and if it had, the thought had probably been chased with a healthy dose of disgust. He debated if he could change his appearance in the boy's dream world. If he could, how should he alter it?

But Daniel was shaking his head. "I'm just…surprised. That's all." He leaned up to brush his lips chastely over Alexander's. "How do we do this?" He was blushing, but the green eyes that met his were unwavering. Such a brave, brave boy.

He kissed Daniel's earlobe, nipped it, before whispering, already deep voice deeper with a lust he hadn't known he was still capable of, "Just think of nothing but me." He trailed kisses down Daniel's chest, was distracted by a nipple that begged to be teased with tongue and teeth. Daniel cried out, writhed against him, fingers tangling in his long, white hair.

"You don't know how easy that is." Daniel's eyes fluttered shut.