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

[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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He shrugs.

"I'm not fond of swallowing. Have you ever tasted it? To a vampire's tongue, it's worse."

He's growling again. "No. I haven't." more meaning... 'when the hell would I have had the chance to do that?'

"As for your question... how far is there to go?"

"Let me show you."

Images rush through Gabriel's head - just a soft rush. Nothing too alarming, too disarming.

"Now: how far are you willing to go?"

The images cause a variety of responses, but he's not sure which to focus on or which is what he wants. He's hard again, panting lightly, breath hitching and trying not to blush too much. He knows a few things - he learned from Natalie... Natalie... he should stop this dream now... what if... what if she found out? How would she react?

Involuntarily, his hips rock up into David's, wanting... needing? And he moans; hands reaching to touch David. "Show me..." he whispers.

His voice is a soft growl, and his fingers slide down, back, behind Gabriel's balls, and one finger slips inside him; he's already lubricated - thank God for dreams - and his mouth is close to Gabriel's.

"Gladly."

The first finger strokes him inside, and a second joins it soon after, scissoring to stretch him.

He gasps at the invasion... confused and aroused at the same time. "What are you doing?" he gasps; hips rocking up, nearly of their own volition.

"You want me to show you, and you need to be prepared."

A third finger, and all three of them stroke forward inside him.

"I don't..." and he moans as the third finger slides in... "...don't understand."

"I'm going to..." he gasps softly, as Gabriel tightens around his fingers a little. "Put my cock in you."

He crooks his fingers, not daring to press a fourth inside, although he knows he's much bigger than that.

"And this helps loosen you."

"You're going to do what?" Because most of that didn't make sense to him.

But when David crooks his fingers, Van Helsing grips at David's hair, pulling hard as his head rolls back and he groans, loud and deep, vaguely aware that there is the slight possibility that someone might've heard him... dream or no dream.

He hisses at the slight pain, but crooks his fingers again.

"I'm going to push myself inside you."

His free hand is busy pushing Gabriel's trousers down his legs, trying to get them out of the way, as he looks up at him.

"Do you want me-" crooks them again, "to stop?"

The continued movement inside him is generating that heated feeling inside him again... that feeling that means he's close to the edge...

"Why?" he asks as his fingers scrape down the back of David's neck, dig into his shoulder.

"Because you asked me to show you."

His fingers are removed then, and the clothes are entirely out of the way, and he's positioning himself.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

He's still confused, but he draws his legs up and folds them over David's back; his hands clamped to David's shoulders. His body is tense, nerves taking over. He doesn't know why this has him spooked, he was apparently fine with the other things going on... why is this a problem? He wanted to know; asked to be shown...

He notices the tension in him, and doesn't press forward.

Instead, he leans down, and takes Gabriel's lips with his own, kissing him softly as he slides a hand between them, fingers curling around him.

"I won't do this unless you want to."

The soft kisses relax him a bit and he can hear the faintest sound of feet shuffling away from the door and relaxes more... though why, in dreams, feet walking toward the door in reality would have any affect at all is puzzling. He kisses back and threads his fingers in David's hair. "Thought I heard something... don't stop."

He nods, and presses himself forward and in, giving him time to adjust as he kisses Gabriel again and again.

"Tell me when you're ready."

His fingers tighten the tiniest bit around his cock, and he starts to stroke him in long, slow motions.

He gasps at the pressure and the pinch of pain... and though it's a dream, it feels so real... His legs clamp against David's hips. He nods at David. "Keep going. I'm fine." And he reaches up to kiss David, bite at his lip.

The kissing... that's what really makes David's stomach flip-flop, and he deepens it; his tongue slips between Gabriel's lips, and he moans gently as he starts to move into him.

The rhythm is easy to build; slow enough, but deep, and hard.

tell me if you need me to stop; I won't hurt you

don't stop...

He's mostly still; he doesn't know what to do, in any case, so, 'still' seems to be working okay. He remembers the 'lesson' from the other day... week... whatever and plays opposite David's movements in that respect - brushing his own tongue against David's; nibbling at his lips; pushing his tongue into David's mouth... practice makes perfect, right? Even in dreams.

With his free hand, he reaches up, and rolls Gabriel's nipple between his fingers, and moves into him; kissing him back, he moans into Gabriel's mouth, his hand moving down, to grasp his hip, and to hold him still as he rocks into him.

He moans into the kiss, nails scratching lightly against David's scalp, legs tightening around his hips.

tell me what you're doing... and why - if you can... That un-ending curiosity rearing up again.

you want me to talk?

Even in his head, you can hear the amusement in his voice as he curves his back, changing the angle of penetration.

there's a gland, inside you. you felt it when i put my fingers in you, didn't you? i'm trying to touch that again.

He breaks the kiss and manages a glare... he's not amused and mostly doesn't pay any attention to anything David 'says'.

His fingers stroke down Gabriel's cheek, and his eyes are soft as they travel its contours.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

His movements change; deeper, a little harder. Aiming.

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