Chapter Title: Disconcerting Dreams

Rating: PG-15/R

Chapter: 17/20- or 30-something-ish?

Warnings: plotting, language, walls melting, …lameness? & kissing

Disclaimer: Gackt owns Moon Child. (Doesn't that mean he owns Kei too?)

Pairings: Kei/Sho, Lindsay/David

Jaded's fore-words: I'm posting from school. Yey. lol ...Read on.

'That's it?' Gabe's mental voice asked skeptically, echoing in David's head, crisp and clear but as though she were speaking in a large room.

'Yeah, that's it. You got a problem with it?' David retorted, the familiarity of his own mental voice echoing about. Weirdly enough, whenever he spoke with Gabe telepathically his mind-voice always sounded clearer, like a radio suddenly picking up better reception.

'I just expected something more, uhm . . . well, perverted.'

David mentally bashed his head against a random brick wall, imagining it all clearly in his head.

'I saw that.'

'Of course you did! You're in my head right now, or did you forget.'

He felt the glare radiating through their mental link. Was that even possible? Could something possibly "radiate" through something like that? Something intangible…?

'Your mental rant is annoying me.'

'Don't listen to it then.'

'… I'M IN YOUR HEAD! Or did you forget?'

'Isn't there something you should be doing about now?' David cooly stated in his head, thinking of ice and trying to send the chilled feeling across their mental link.

'It won't work. I blocked it. And I'm not doing anything until you explain better.'

David sighed physically, out loud, forgetting for an extended moment that Lindsay was in his bed with him, probably still awake.

'I'm building it up. The point is to make it seem natural, daily, normal, innocent, and then see where it heads from there, what Sho's subconscious does with it.'

'You expect me to watch Sho's dreams after I plant that?'

'NO! Gee-zus! Just get the general info afterward, like in the morning or something.'

'Okay, and what am I supposed to put into Kei's head?'

David frowned to himself in confusion.

'Nothing. We're planting ideas in Sho's head, naturally helping that closed door that keeps him from openly loving Kei open.'

'You want to provoke him into action.'

'Basically, yes.'

'And if that doesn't work…?'

'Plan B.'

'What's Plan B?'

'…Plan B…?'

'You don't know.'

'We're focusing on Plan A here.'

'Which is what exactly? Stall until you figure out something better and call it 'Plan B?"

'No. Plan A is push Sho into taking action-'

'And if he doesn't?'

'Then we implement Plan B.'

'Non-existent Plan B.'

'That doesn't matter! Plan A hasn't failed yet so we don't need Plan B. I have time to think of a Plan B while we wait to see what happens with Plan A.'

'Riiiight…'

'Just shut up and do what you're supposed to.'

'Alright, Cappy~Tan! As you please, mass'sa!'

'Be quiet, I-gor.'

'If you insist, Fro-drick! I'm easy.'

And with that Gabe's presence disappeared from David's head and he huffed in annoyance, turning over and feeling Lindsay pulling him close.

"Go to sleep," Lindsay commanded like an exasperated parent dealing with a squirmy child. David pinched him in the side but sighed and wiggled into being comfortable, sighing again seconds later.

Sho was sitting on the couch, facing the wall across from it, on the other side of the room, where the hallway to the bedrooms was to the left. It was melting. The clock hung near the ceiling had dribbled almost halfway down the wall as if it were a goo instead of previously being a solid. Similar items on the wall were the same way. Sho found it peculiar that it was only that one wall that was melting.

But then he looked at the TV and realized it was doing something weird and melty-like too. It was twisting in on itself, the screen sucking the TV inward like it was melting, but more like a black hole than anything.

Kei walked out of the kitchen, looking completely normal with his hair slicked back and wearing his usual red jacket. He glanced at Sho and then at the wall Sho was staring at and removed the cigarette between his lips.

"Attractive isn't it?" He said and tossed his cigarette at the wall where it stuck like a butterfly to flypaper. Soon it was melting down the wall, looking more like ashes floating in the wind as it descended.

Sho looked at Kei and found the blonde vampire examining his reflection in a floating mirror next to him. Sho thought it looked like the mirror from The Ring. Big and antique and oval just like that one. Kei ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his jacket.

Then he looked at Sho, a confused expression on his face.

"Am I attractive, Sho?" Kei asked and Sho frowned.

He stared at Kei, the vampire suddenly seeming much closer.

Blonde hair that was silky to the touch even though it sometimes didn't look it. Dark, warm brown eyes with shards of pale gold shot through them. Average lips that seemed like they'd be pliant and soft when pressed against. Smaller body, but lean muscle on every inch of it. Silken, pale skin stretched over those muscles. Delicate features projecting a certain hard masculinity.

Sho swept his eyes over each of these things, taking them in one by one before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah. Sure," he said and looked back at the wall. The entire thing was on the floor. How strange…

Thick, green vines grew from the puddled wall on the floor and suddenly Sho was in a cocoon of green, high above the ground in treetops somewhere. The couch he'd been sitting on was now a hollow dent in the trunk of a tree.

A snakes whipcord thin body slid over his shoulder and shot into the verdant canopy stretching out in front of him.

. . .

"sho definitely shows interest in kei"

David read the single text message on his phone while he ate three different cereals from a mixing bowl at the kitchen table.

"how?" He texted back, spoon in his mouth since he couldn't put it in the bowl for fear of losing it under the milk-drowned masses of sugary goodness in the large dish. His bare toes brushed over the linoleum floor as he swung his legs like a little kid.

"he stared at kei very intently in his dream when i did what you told me to. he seemed interested"

David contemplated this while driving his spoon into the basin of cereal in front of him. He should have used a mixing spoon. More frosted, sugary goodness in every bite then. Oh well.

He brushed his hair back from his eyes, just then realizing how long it really was. He examined a purple lock and decided it was time to cut it. He'd do it later as he contemplated the next dream he'd implant into Sho's subconscious.

And speaking of… Where was Sho?

Kei was still sleeping on his daybed. David knew that because the vampire had a nightmare early in the morning (David could tell it was about Luka when Kei started crying in his sleep) and went out for a walk, since it was cloudy. After he came home he went right back to sleep. Then the sun came out and Sho left, giving Kei, and the wall across from the couch, an odd look before he left.

Now the sun was going down and Sho wasn't home. Which bothered David. Because Sho wasn't often out late without Kei. But Kei was out late without Sho. But that was because he was a vampire. That was to be expected.

Unless Sho was with Yi-Che again. The thought annoyed David. She was hindering his plans. Sho liked her. He didn't know that she actually had feelings for Kei. Kei loves Sho. Sho loves Kei but is oblivious and therefore pursuing a possible relationship with Yi-Che. Under Son's watchful eye.

Maybe David should text Sho…?

The shower turned on, the rush of water and the loud pattering of it hitting the floor of the bathtub filling the air, muffled through the wall. Which meant Lindsay was awake. And showering. And naked… …and wet…

David contemplated banging his head against the table, but remembered his cereal was in the way. He ate it instead of putting his face in it, noting that it was almost gone.

Maybe once Lindsay was out of the shower he'd go in and cut his hair.

David picked up his phone and opened a new text message.

"Whar be thee?"

He stared at the message and wondered if Sho would understand it. He added "seriously though, what are you doing?" And then he sent it.

The stupid little chime for texts didn't sound after one minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

David glared the phone down, daring it to do anything. (He needed to find some interesting and fun ringtones.)

Nothing.

He scoffed and set his spoon down, getting ready to drink the chocolate milk left in the mixing bowl.

His thoughts were extremely random, he noticed as he slurped down the super sugary milk in the bowl. It might be a problem. Especially if he opened his mouth. He was assuming his brain to mouth filter had disappeared with the appearance of his sugar high. It usually did. Probably got kicks out of the things he would ramble and rant and blurt out. Stupid defective filter.

When he lowered the bowl his eyes were exposed to the most delicious sight, drinking it in with relish. Lindsay was out of the shower. And he was wearing just a pair of loose jeans, hanging dangerously on his hips. His hair was still wet too. Fat drops of water would fall onto his back and roll teasingly down his skin, drawing David's gaze.

Lindsay turned around and leaned against the counter, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He eyed the bowl in front of David and raised an eyebrow, meeting the younger teen's childishly open and glazed gaze.

"How much sugar have you had?" He asked casually, also noting the empty coffee cup in the sink.

David grinned and cocked his head to the side.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said and tossed his spoon past Lindsay into the sink to the blonde's left.

Knowing David like Lindsay did, he assumed that the coffee David had drank was strong, filled with sugar, with probably a couple packs of hot chocolate, and he'd drank many cups. Then there was the mixing bowl that Lindsay suspected had probably been host to the most sugary cereals in the apartment and little milk.

He sat down across from David who stared at his chest for a moment before jumping up and tossing the (thank-god-it's) plastic mixing bowl into the sink. Then he was speeding out of the kitchen cackling.

Lindsay rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, contemplating leaving until his hyper-active boyfriend calmed the fuck down. Bad things would happen when David was like this.

Like when he persuaded Lindsay to join him, Max, and Gabe on that paintballing, food-dye-squirt-guns, paint-filled-balloons, lets-go-hot-wire-that-car-and-drive-around-painting-the-town excursion. That had not ended well, since the cops were called on them by angry - yet cheerfully colored - passersby and bystanders and there was a car chase involved and David threw a balloon at the squad car - pissing off the guy driving it - and then Gabe was shouting "Tuck and roll" before drifting around a corner and coming to a squealing stop conveniently near a park. David was the first out of the car, laughing loudly like a mad man, splattered in blue food dye, some red dye smeared on his cheek, his arms covered in drying paint, looking to the world like an extremely excited, and hot, escaped mental patient; cops chasing after him as he turned and ran backwards, squirting them with green food dye.

Luckily he'd been enough of a distraction for the other three to get away without too many officers pursuing them.

David had drank four Monsters and three Starbucks Frappuccinos in an hour before that little adventure.

Lindsay learned his lesson after that. David plus caffeine times sugar equals explosion - which is roughly translated to crazy, dangerous, but interesting and fun, plans that always, ALWAYS, end in something like a run for one's life.

As Lindsay was going into David's bedroom to get a shirt he heard the splash of a large puddle being formed and the clatter of many things falling to the floor coming from the closed off bathroom. He quickly grabbed a shirt, called out to David that he was leaving, and did so immediately, letting the sun and pavement underfoot warm his skin before slipping on his shirt a block later, followed by his socks and shoes two blocks after that.

Kei could deal with whatever it was David was doing.

He wasn't, that's for sure.

He was the boyfriend.

Not the parent.

Lindsay didn't return that night and Sho was extremely happy about this, although David pouted about it. Sho would have slept better that night, knowing that nothing NC-17-rated was going on in the other room involving David and the-boyfriend-who-should-not-be-named, except that he'd had an odd dream the night before that had him feeling a bit… off. Especially around Kei.

Initially he'd just written it off as one of the occasional odd dreams to be had. But then when Kei was sleeping Sho had stopped on his way out and briefly looked him over, an odd feeling hazing over his brain. He'd quickly left after that, hoping that a visit to his brother and some time spent with his friends would make the feeling disappear.

Now, as he was getting ready for bed, the weird, unnameable feeling returned. Sho scowled at his pillow and flopped down onto his delightfully comfortable mattress. Maybe he would be able to make the feeling go away before he went to sleep.

He underestimated how tired he was.

Within seconds of getting comfortable he was out like a light.

His bedroom was dark except for the silvery light streaming through his window. A cool breeze lazily swept through his room, trailing its fingers over Sho's exposed chest while he stared at his ceiling. He had brought home a pretty young woman for the night but she had freaked out and left his room in a panic, screaming barely ten seconds later when Kei got her.

There was a quiet knock on his door and Kei stepped in, Sho meeting his confused gaze.

"Sho?" Kei asked, grabbing his arm with one hand and nervously licking his blood-stained bottom lip as Sho's eyes followed the movement of his tongue. He averted his gaze to the floor. "Am I attractive?"

"Sure you are," Sho murmured blankly, eyes still fixated on Kei's reddened bottom lip. (Oh heelll no, was he into blood-play. He did not find himself wanting to lick at Kei's lips because there was blood on them.)

Kei looked up at him through his hair, dark eyes predatory.

"No, Sho," he said quietly with a velvet purr to his voice as he crawled onto Sho's bed like a cat. "I meant…" he purred as he slid over Sho's body and leaned down, lips hovering over Sho's. "Am I attractive?"

Yes, Sho wanted to say. Very much so. So much I would give anything if you just fucking kissed me right now. His whole body was thrumming with the need to kiss Kei.

He tentatively moved upward and pressed their lips together, licking the missed blood from Kei's bottom lip.

A jolt shot through his body from his lips to his groin-

And he jerked awake, panting softly.

He took a deep breath, sitting up quickly and staring at his door, daring it to open and reveal the blonde vampire from his dream behind it.

It didn't and Sho breathed out.

"What the fuck was that?"

Jaded: :P yeah so uhm... Things are going to start getting more interesting from here on out.