milliways_bar - OOM dream the eighth, ninth... you get the idea

[h2_muses]

[OOC: Though it plays as one dream, it covers a series of days - about a week or so - and is oddly linear, but still, mostly a dream...]



Van Helsing is asleep in yet another borrowed room... this one at the Vatican where he gets some much-needed sleep as he awaits his new assignment.

As he sleeps...

...he begins to dream...

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[i_vanquish_evil]

"Then do me a favor and let me sleep. I get little enough of it as it is." He groans and closes his eyes again, arm dangling over the edge of the cot.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He stops forward until he's standing over the cot, and looks down at him.

"You don't know why I'm here, then?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He rolls his head back and half-raises an eyebrow, one eye cracking open again.

"How would I know that?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"There has to be a reason for me being here, hasn't there?"

He kneels.

"And not just, 'to keep you from sleeping'."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Another glare. "I don't know.

"I'm tired. You figure it out."

He rolls away again.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He pokes Van Helsing in the back.

"If I'm not allowed to sleep, then you aren't, either. Now get back here and help me figure this out, won't you?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He rolls his head back. "What are we supposed to figure out? Aside from, apparently, I'm not allowed to sleep again."

He mumbles, "Not that I was sleeping all that well anyway."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"Anything at all. You're a master of the supernatural. Ignoring my presence, do you feel anything unusual in this place?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He shakes his head.

"Only thing I 'sense' is Carl moving around in the lab."

Then he looks into David's eyes - not on purpose, that just happens to be where his gaze lands after he blinks - and his breath catches for the briefest of moments, nearly imperceptible.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He's not stopped looking at Van Helsing's face, holding breath he doesn't need to breathe, and he hears it - the hitch, and he swallows.

"Nothing else?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Is there supposed to be?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

His eyes travel to Van Helsing's mouth, and he shakes his head.

"I don't know."

But perhaps there shouldn't be... that.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He narrows his eyes.

Shouldn't be what?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He bashes his head on the matress.

"Should remember that people can hear me when I do that."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Especially in dreams."

He snorts.

"Now what is it you think I want?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He falters a moment.

"Me."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He thinks David a bit pretentious; however, he doesn't exactly deny that David may have hit on exactly what he wanted.

"Why do you think that?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Because of how you kissed me during our lesson," he says, and looks at Van Helsing, daring him to contradict what he's just said.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He growls deep in his throat, threatening.

"I need to sleep."

Denial? No. But not admittance either.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He reaches up, his hand moving slowly, and slides his fingers into Van Helsing's hair, pulling him just a little closer.

"Tell me to stop."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He tries to growl, but it sounds more like a moan. And he doesn't make him stop.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He shifts the few inches closer, and his lips meet Van Helsing's - only just and no more.

"I want your name, please."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"And I want to sleep. Somehow I don't think either of us is going to be very satisfied."

Just because he's tired, doesn't mean he's suddenly stupid.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He sucks Van Helsing's upper lip into his mouth, growling softly.

"I will not be moaning your surname."

His hand slides down, between Van Helsing's legs.

"Please."

It's not begging; he wouldn't beg.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He growls.

"You haven't earned it yet."

A low moan at the hand between his legs.