Sweet Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

Sweet Dreams
by Anahita (tsuzuki @ sluttyukes.com)

Shuichi was having a miserable night. The chill in the room shot through him straight to the bone. It was so cold that he didn\'t have a doubt in his mind that, come next morning, Yuki would find that his boyfriend had been replaced with a human-shaped popsicle where he last saw him! He shivered, pulling his legs up to his torso and hugging them tightly against his body as he attempted to keep his body as warm possible. It wouldn\'t be so bad if Yuki was there, lying next to him, Shuichi thought as he lay huddled underneath his ratty old blanket. Or better yet, it would be much better if he was in Yuki\'s bed at that moment.

Shu sig sighed dejectedly. It wasn\'t fair that he had been living there for weeks and still he wasn\'t allowed in Yuki\'s bedroom unless invited by the man himself. He was more like a houseguest than a lover, and he hated that. He never expected his first real relationship to be like that. It was quite a shock, really, the contrast between the loud and boisterous home where he grew up to the quiet and somber home of his boyfriend. His boyfriend - his Yuki - the same man who wouldn\'t let Shuichi sleep in his bed unless they had sex, who could barely tolerate words of affection without cringing and belittling him for speaking of matters that he knew nothing about. His boyfriend who\'s only display of affection was an occasional kiss - and he usually reserved those for when he wanted to fuck, and - as was evident from the unfortunate boy\'s sleeping arrangements on that frigid autumn evening- there were no kisses exchanged that night.

Shuichi pouted, and noted darkly that the dark room felt a whole lotder der all of a sudden. And yet right at that moment a spark of courage ignited within him. His pale lips parting in a devilish grin as he considered his options. Or option, as he pretty much had his mind made up the second that the idea presented itself to him. There was no reason for Shuichi to sleep on that cold sofa when Yuki had a big warm bed that was only half occupied. And besides that, maybe Yuki was cold as well, and maybe he would appreciate having someone else there so they could share each other\'s body heat and keep a little warmer on that unusually cold night. Convinced that he was doing the right thing, Shuichi threw the covers aside and sat up from the sofa, the makeshift bed he slept on when he was not invited to join Yuki in his bed. But no matter - invited or not, Shuichi was determined to climb under the covers of that warm bed and bury his head in those fluffy down pillows and wake up a few hours later cuddling against his lover\'s chest. It was a risky gamble, but he didn\'t care. Yuki was probably fast asleep and he\'d never even notice that Shuichi was even there!

...Hopefully.

Sure, his grumpy boyfriend might wake up and yell at him for sneaking into his room and disturbing his sleep after he had been up for the past 48 hours working to meet a deadline, and maybe he would be so angry that he would kick Shuichi out of his bed and keep his kisses to himself for weeks on end as punishment, but Shuichi didn\'t care. It would all be worth it if he could only get a few minutes to warm up under those covers, snuggling against Yuki\'s body in hopes that his emotionally frigid boyfriend could at least share just a bit of his warmth.

He walked slowly, terrified of making any sound that could draw Yuki\'s attention, and eventually he arrived at the door to the bedroom that he wanted to share with his lover that night. The door was partially open and a night lamp was on. Shuichi could see Yuki\'s form sleeping on the right side of the bed. It was funny how even when they didn\'t share a bed, Yuki would still only sleep in his allocated spot. Shuichi smiled, realizing that Yuki was fast asleep. His angelic face and his slow, deep breathing alerted him to that fact. It made his task a lot easier, he thought to himself as he tiptoed into the room, senselessly hoping that the sound of his bare feet hitting the carpet below wouldn\'t startle the sleeping writer.

A few moments later, having successfully traveled the distance between the door and the bed, Shuichi found himself looking down at the face of his sleeping lover. Just like his very own Sleeping Beauty, truly something out of a fairy tale, Shuichi thought as he felt comforting warmth spread over his cheeks. Yuki was so strikingly handsome to look at. It always made his heart race to look at him, as it was currently doing - racing within his chest, and quite loudly to boot. Shuichi bit his lip, if Yuki could hear that, he\'d certainly kill him!

A moment later, he gathered the courage to sit down on that bed, silently wincing as the metal coils groaned painfully, giving way to support his weight and seemingly protesting the presence of the unwelcome visitor upon them. Shuichi paused for a moment, waiting to see if Yuki made some move to alert him that he wasn\'t fully asleep. He did nothing of the sort. Other than groaning and turning onto his side, Yuki made no sign that warned Shuichi that he was beginning to awaken. Once satisfied that he was safe, Shuichi slipped under the covers as quietly and quickly he could manage.

He smiled. His body responded immediately to the warmth and softness that surrounded him, and he immediately felt himself begin to relax, and his body begin to succumb to sleep. That was, until he pulled the covers up over the bottom half of his face in order to warm up his cold nose. The comforter smelled like Yuki. Shuichi realized as he suddenly became quite alert and his heart began to race once again. That familiar scent that he would breathe when he buried his head in his lover\'s chest, begging silently to be held and cradled and loved...

Shuichi\'s gut clenched painfully, deliciously. The bed smelled like Yuki. The stale but comforting scent of tobacco, the faint scent of his cologne that he sometimes wore, as well as the musky scent of his body, it was all there, all around him. Shuichi breathed it in. Inhaling deeply and relishing the scent of his lover on the bedcovers, it excited him, made his body yearn for the source of it.

Shuichi bit his lip. That was not good at all. He wanted nothing more than to lean over the body of his sleeping love, press up against him so that the writer could feel what his mere presence did to Shuichi. He wanted to draw his tongue playfully around the outer rim of Yuki\'s very sensitive ear, which would perform the double task of waking him up as well as letting him become aware of what Shuichi wanted. No. That would not work. Yuki would probably be stunned than turned on by the realization of what was happening and would more likely than not kick him out of the bed!

Shuichi closed his eyes and tried to will his body out of its state of arousal. But he didn\'t want to ignore the feelings of passion and desire that swelled within him as he lay so dangerously close to the one who was so incredibly skilled at working all of the erotic spots along his body. Shuichi wanted to feel that, as impossible as it was, right at that moment. So he decided to take only what he could. A simple touch would suffice. Throwing caution to the wind, Shuichi edged dangerously close to Yuki\'s slumbering form and gently pressed his face against the back of his lover\'s neck. He inhaled the scent of him once again before he was satisfied and allowed himself to fall asleep, content to let his dreams satisfy his desires.

And a delicious dream it was... Soft wet kisses, tongues intertwining slowly, lazily, as if the two of them had all the time in the world to simply lay there and enjoy each other\'s company. Teeth playfully nipped at his lips before Shuichi felt his lover move his kisses down to his neck, gently sucking on a cord of muscle there, marking him as the writer\'s territory. He didn\'t mind the bruises and kiss marks that would result. He loved the sense of feeling possessed, of belonging to another. Shuichi said nothing, only mewed and whimpered impatiently as he blindly tugged on his dream-lover\'s night shirt, craving the feel of skin pressed against his own. Shirts were removed and then Shuichi felt soft lips and a wet, raspy tongue glide across his chest. His lips parted to release a quiet, almost whisper-soft moan. He was enjoying that dream so much that the last thing he wanted to do was to ruin it by being loud, waking Yuki to find him in his bed, completely uninvited and aroused like a pervert. And he would totally kick him out of bed then! That is, after mocking him for a good twenty minutes for being a lecherous sex-starved pervert, which was completely ridiculous not to mention a completely baseless accusation since Yuki was the one who did all the seducing anyway. Shuichi wasn\'t like that... He didn\'t need sex all the time, no matter how nice it was, especially when Yuki\'s touches were soft and gentle just as they were in that dream... And in that dream, Yuki had turned his attention to his soft pecs, teasing one pink nipple and then the other, nibbling on them gently, and then sucking, running his tongue around the sensitive bit of flesh before pulling his mouth away and blowing a stream of cool air on each of them, leaving the boy shuddering from the incredible pleasure of it all.

Shuichi wanted so desperately to open his eyes and see the face of Yuki, being unusually kind and sweet to him. He wanted to see Yuki\'s incomparable golden eyes, dark and unfocused from passion, but he didn\'t dare to. If Shuichi opened his eyes, it would cause him to leave that dream world and he wouldn\'t see the face of his lover as they continued to make love. No, his lover would be asleep, and all he would see of him was a face-full of blond hair and the back of his head, so Shuichi simply reassured himself of his beloved\'s presence by blinding groping around for him, and with a little guidance from the man himself, Shuichi eventually found that which he was looking for and settled his hands around Yuki\'s lower back, resting right at the junction where his bare skin disappeared behind the band of elastic and cotton of his pajama bottoms. That wasn\'t good at all. Shuichi slipped his hands underneath the fabric and clutched his boyfriend\'s ass, digging his long fingernails into the flesh there, and grinding his hard-on against his lover\'s, quietly letting Yuki know exactly what he should do next.

And like any sweet, perfectly executed dream where everything goes right, Yuki did just that, first removing his own pants and then Shuichi\'s and then there was nothing obstructing their bodies, heated, aglow with a thin sheen of sweat, tense and aroused. Shuichi felt his mouth devoured in another kiss as his body was tightly swept in Yuki\'s arm, the intoxicating feeling as their skin glided against one another, the feel of his strong hand moving down his back, firmly and sensually rubbing all of the tension out of his muscles while his tongue remained occupied elsewhere. It was so different than usual, no words passed between them. As if they weren\'t even human, but mere creatures of energy, a pair of hearts beating wildly in a cage of flesh, trying to break free from their confinement. Shuichi found it quite difficult to catch his breath.

Yuki was an amazing lover, Shuichi thought to himself. He knew just the right places to tease or the right spot to linger on for a few moments more. He was so good, being with Yuki felt more incredible than anything he ever experienced in his life. And his dream Yuki was currently...

Nothing. Nothing was happening anymore. The kisses had stopped, the back rubs and caresses were nowhere to be found, leaving Shuichi\'s body very cold when he realized that faWhatWhat the hell? And the dream was going so well too! Without considering his actions, Shuichi\'s eyes snapped open, risking the whole vision in hopes to find out why the lovemaking had stalled. Yuki sat at the edge of the bed, completely nude. A blush crept across Shuichi\'s cheeks as he saw the sight of him like that. Nude and quite aroused. He then made eye contact. Yuki was staring at him with a sort of self-satisfied smirk on his face. If it were possible, Shuichi would have blushed harder under his scrutinizing gaze. And then it struck him. There was a lucidity about the whole scene surrounding him. A clarity that could never be found in a mere dream. It was no dream. He was awake, naked in Yuki\'s bed, in the middle of sex.

Shuichi\'s eyes went wide as he comprehended this and he opened his mouth in order to speak only to have Yuki quickly prevent him from doing so by pressing a couple fingers against his lips. His expression communicated that he rather liked seeing his lover struggle to keep quiet. Shuichi smiled knowingly and swallowed his words. He then found his mouth to be quite bored from remaining so inactive, so he took those two fingers into his mouth and began to suck on them. It was Yuki\'s turn to shudder, Shuichi noticed and couldn\'t help but smile around those two digits that filled his mouth.

Yuki shook his head and reclaimed his fingers. He then took one of Shuichi\'s parted legs onto his lap and began to rub the sole. Shuichi whimpered quietly. Yuki shook his head and took mercy on his tientient lover, placing a kiss on Shuichi\'s ankle, he relinquished his hold on his leg and began to claw his way up that leg, past the knee, across the thigh... Shuichi watched him with vision hazy from the fact that he had his eyes clenched shut moments earlier. He exhaled deeply and his lower lip shuddered as he felt his skilled lover nuzzle his balls and place kisses all along the entire length of his cock. He placing one hand on the back of Yuki\'s head to gently guide him to just the right spots. Yuki complied but continued to smirk wickedly at Shuichi. He probably would call him a pervert and never let him live that down, but Shuichi was far from caring. All he wanted was to extend those long, gorgeous moments, their bodies glistening and bathed in moonlight. The feeling of desperation, of wanting another, of needing another so much that it hurts. He didn\'t care about being taunted for wanting - for needing - this anymore.

Yuki began to push Shuichi\'s legs further apart and tilted a bottle of oil so that a little of the cold substance fell onto his perineum and tricked down into the darkness beyond it. Shuichi moaned once again as he felt himself penetrated by his lover\'s fingers as he worked the oil into the opening that was hidden there, stretching him, and a few moments later when Shuichi began to whimper again, signifying that he was ready to take him in. Yuki simply smiled, lifted Shuichi\'s hips slightly off the bed, and pushed himself in deep. It was his turn to groan as his swollen and sensitive cock was tightly gripped by Shuichi.

Shuichi arched his back, gritting his teeth from the pain of it, clutching the sheets from the incredible pleasure of it. Yuki leaned over to place his hand on Shuichi\'s and they began to move. Slow and lazily like their earlier actions, not really wanting that moment to ever end. But then the tension built up as well as all the need and want and Shuichi wrapped his legs around his lover\'s waist, trying to take him in deeper, to continue to hit that spot that made all the pain worth it... Yuki\'s thick cock ramming into him again and again, fucking him so hard that he wouldn\'t be able to sit comfortably for a week, filling him so thoroughly and completely, marking him, spoiling him, ravishing him, loving him. Shuichi needed that. He needed the confirmation that he still meant something to Yuki, since the quiet writer was never big on words of affection.

He came with a shudder and Yuki followed soon afterwards, tensing up for a moment before falling on top of Shuichi\'s chest. For a few minutes the only sound heard among them was their own labored breathing, and then Yuki scooted up to plant a kiss on Shuichi\'s lips. It was soft and completely undemanding, his way of expressing his affection.

Shuichi watched languidly as he watched his lover climb out of bed and walk towards the direction of the bathroom, most likely to take a shower. Yuki always showered after sex. He smiled as he felt his eyes become heavy with sleep. Yuki wasn\'t so scary, especially where there was sex to be had. Another weakness, Shuichi thought, grinning. Every day he\'d find another weakness in his lover. Everyday, Yuki would surprise him. It made life interesting, at least.

Exhausted, Shuichi rolled over onto his stomach, burying his nose into the covers again. The bed smelled like the both of them. He yawned, convinced that nothing he could dream up could possibly compare to sweet reality. He fell asleep, the sound of his lover bathing in the opposite room lulling his to sleep and putting an end to a cold black night.

Fin.