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]

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.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He's fast.

Faster than he ought to be, but he has Van Helsing pressed to the bed, one leg either side of his waist, his hands pressed to the pillow above his head, and his mouth is on Van Helsing's, his hand stroking him between the two of them.

"I want it."

His fingers stroke him tight and slow.

"NOW."

[i_vanquish_evil]

That feeling again - the feeling of helplessness and need mingled together... and his hips rock, involuntarily, into David's hand.

"What will you give me for it?" it's almost a purr.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

His mouth moves to Van Helsing's throat, raising red marks, drawing blood from his pores without ever wounding him.

"Name your price."

He swipes his thumb over the head of Van Helsing's cock.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He wonders when, exactly, it was that David moved his hand beneath his pants.

"Another lesson," slips from his lips before he has more time to think. "More detailed... in depth..." He sucks in a breath. "Agree to that and I'll give you my name."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

His fingers dip down, cupping Van Helsing's balls in his hand, finger stroking behind them.

"Consider it done. Now, sir, your name."

He nibbles along Van Helsing's collarbone, tongue following teeth following tongue.

[i_vanquish_evil]

A long, low, deep, growing moan from deep in his chest and his arms pull against David's hand... not trying to pull free, trying to reach, to touch, to feel...

"Gabriel..." he whisper-hisses, followed by, "Oh God..." which is rather blasphemous given their surroundings.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

As he slides further down, parting cloth under his mouth, touching whatever skin he finds, he mutters, "I think he might hear you in here," as his tongue dips into Van Helsing's - Gabriel's, he reminds himself - navel.

His fingers continue to pet him gently, and his other hand comes free, letting Gabriel's wrists go, and goes to work on the fastenings of his trousers.

[i_vanquish_evil]

The moans grow in volume, tiny increments as though testing to be sure no one is rushing to the door.

"Then he might want to cover his ears," followed by yet another moan.

His hands are free now and he sifts them into David's hair. "What are you doing?" he asks, hips rocking up against David.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

The zippers and buttons undone, he pushes them down Gabriel's hips, and then looks up at him as he gets them down far enough.

"Lesson number two: experience is a better teacher than words can ever be."

And then he takes the tip of his cock between his lips.

[i_vanquish_evil]

His head rolls back, his eyes close and his hips snap up, back arching at the sensation. "Oh dear God..." One hand fists in David's hair, then other is scratching at the blanket beneath him on the cot.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He suckles on him - tongue and lips and suction only, teeth kept well out of the way, as his hands stroke his hips.

He moans softly, taking him in deeper bit by bit.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He couldn't actually vocalize words if he wanted to right now. The sensations through his body are absolutely driving him crazy. His hips buck up into David's mouth and his body arches, his head rolls back. He doesn't know exactly what's going on, but he doesn't want it to stop.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

His tongue strokes down the shaft of his cock, his lips brushing his balls as his fingers slide backwards, stroking perineum and over the ring of muscle. He doesn't press in, but he does press his advantage, and moans in his throat, around Gabriel.

[i_vanquish_evil]

A deep groan... "ohmygoddavid..." His hand clenches in David's hair, tight, pulling even. His head rocks back and thoughts zip through his head... I'm quite certain this is a sin... I'm also quite certain I'm going straight to hell for this as soon as I wake up...

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

it's only a dream

His tongue swirls around Gabriel's cock as he pulls away again, the tip of his tongue stroking the slit in the head, his fingers cupping his balls again.

[i_vanquish_evil]

It's mostly a dream, David...

Too many sensations all at one time and too much thinking and he comes without warning.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He milks Gabriel until he's dry, and then turns and spits the contents of his mouth onto the floor before turning to look at him again.

"How much further are you prepared to go?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He narrows his eyes at David, a little confused. "Why did you do that?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Do what?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Spit."

Simple, really... he may still answer the question David asked...