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

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He narrows his eyes, trying to maintain the harsh exterior and finding it difficult as David's aim is rather good. amused by something, are we?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He bites his lip, blood dripping down his chin in a soft red streak, and he shakes his head.

"Not in the least."

Harder, deeper; a little faster. He shifts his knees, pushing Gabriel's legs up higher onto his chest.

[i_vanquish_evil]

A groaning-moaning sound and his hands latch on to David's shoulders as his head rolls back and his eyes slide closed. He doesn't feel David's being honest, but his mind is focused on other things at the moment and he can't find enough bits of brainpower to form anything resembling words just now.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

His tongue and his mouth draw patterns on Gabriel's throat; soft, slow, teasing licks and then he nibbles and sucks on the skin, not drawing blood, but instead pleasure from it. He presses his tongue down over the vein throbbing there, holding back, not needing to bite him, but wanting to.

His hips press in deep, and stay there for a moment before drawing out, pressing back in with force, to stay embedded in him, and finding a rhythm like that to please them both.

[i_vanquish_evil]

It hurts - just a little, but on some other level, the pleasure is so good, he doesn't dare mention the pain. His fingers dig into David's shoulders and somewhere in his mind, he wonders if this is wrong - evil - bad... he knows it's sinful, but he also knows he can confess this to no one... at least not anyone within the Order - not even Carl.

His hips rock up, into David's thrusts and his eyes remain closed and he doesn't move to kiss him again.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He can feel himself close to the edge, as he moves into Gabriel; soft enough that it's easy to maintain, and just enough that he feels it.

He sucks a red mark on Gabriel's throat; who knows if it'll be there come morning? - and wraps his fingers back around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and whispers into his ear.

"Oh, god... ohgod."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Part of him is very much into the whole thing, but a small part of him is distracted and disinterested - almost just 'tolerating' the entire thing just to get it over with... but he's not sure which part is which.

He turns his head to one side, eyes still closed, waiting for that feeling, that sensation to overwhelm him.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He traces his tongue up the line of Gabriel's throat, down his jaw, and kisses him again, everything in sync and his breathing sounding harsh in his own ears.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He barely kisses back - there's still that part of him that is over-thinking all this.

His body tingles and he feels that sensation again, but on some level, he's wishing he didn't... wishing that he wouldn't come, that David would just finish and leave... but he doesn't know why.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He won't stop; not now.

But he notices the reluctance, and his traces his fingers down Gabriel's cheek.

What's the matter?

[i_vanquish_evil]

He shakes his head.

don't know... just... don't know...

The orgasm overcomes him and he can't hold back the moan from his throat.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He watches Gabriel's face as he comes, and empties himself inside him a few thrusts later, watching him a little worriedly before he pulls out and slumps aside him.

"You don't know?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

His legs fall to the bed, cot, whatever and he lets his head rest on what someone might consider a pillow in some twisted world of masochistic torture.

"I'm fine. Thinking too much, I think. I'm fine." And redundant too.

He closes his eyes and tries to even his breathing.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He licks his lips, and then he's dressed again, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thinking about what?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He shakes his head. "It's not important."

"Are you sure this was just a dream?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"The last thing I knew, I was asleep in my bed in Tokyo. I couldn't have made it here without waking up; I need to concentrate to fly."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Is there more?" he asks, sitting up on the cot, not really concerned about his clothing, or lack thereof just now. He's less distracted, but a little confused about why he's asking about 'more' -

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He nods, again.

"Some more. But not that I can show you."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He wonders if he even has to say it... or if the look on his face says exactly what he's thinking...

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"It won't be like that with a woman. I can't help you with that."

He nibbles on his lip, and sighs.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He almost glares. Almost.

"I know that," he says, looking away, drawing the scratchy wool blanket over himself.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Another sigh, and he stands, letting the blanket cover him entirely.

He walks around the other side of the cot, towards the door.

"Will you be alright?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

"You're leaving?"

He's confused again... why does he feel the need to make David stay? Why does he want any of this?

"I... you said there was more..."