Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 20:02:43 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dreamtrap - chapter 30

This is a story of fiction, all resemblances (dead or alive) are eerily
coincidental. Everything in the story is owned by myself beloved. Contains
descriptive sexual scenes between males, if you are not supposed to read it
then don't. Feel free to e-mail me.

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               He woke up, realizing that his hips were rocking steadily. He
almost frowned at that, but then he let out a rather loud moan instead, when
he felt a quick, very insistent tongue having its way with him between his
legs. He jerked his legs farther apart, giving that wonderful tongue better
access, and Gabriel threw him a quick glance without lifting his head. He
let out a small smile when he met the half-lidded stare of green eyes, and
his tongue became even more insistent, making Desmond's back to jerk off the
sheets.

   Gabriel placed both of his hands on the other man's hips, pinning him to
the mattress without interrupting whatever it was that he was doing that
made Desmond's throat to produce several more low, shaking moans.

   "Oh, hell...!" Desmond breathed when that tongue suddenly changed its
strategy, replacing all teasing vertical motion with horizontal, striking
forward with surprising strength, keeping its steady, quick pace.

   Desmond's back arched off the sheets again, while his hips stayed pinned
to the mattress, when he felt that silky, insistent tongue slipping even
deeper inside than it did a few minutes ago. He threw his head back, locking
his teeth on his lower lip, muttering something that ended with
"...Gabriel..." He meowed helplessly when he felt explorations, which were
far from timid – they were almost aggressive, making his back to fly off the
sheets yet again.

   He reached for his throbbing, demanding by now length, his hand
trembling, and Gabriel threw him a quick, warning look when he saw that.

   "Touch yourself, and I will stop!" he thought without looking away from
Desmond's face.

   Desmond let out a loud, helpless moan, and his hand dug its fingers into
the sheets instead, grasping them so tightly that the knuckles turned white.
Gabriel seemed to be satisfied with that; he shifted his gaze away from
Desmond's face, half-closing his eyes, and letting his tongue to pick up
more speed, making the other man swear in breaking, moaning manner.

   Desmond's entire body shuddered when Gabriel added another move to the
fast, slick dance that he performed so skillfully – there was that swirling,
shimmering action that made the entire dance to expand somehow, to gain more
depth, to cast more maddening hunger as the result.

   "Don't stop!" Desmond spat out breathlessly when all of a sudden, Gabriel
pulled away. "Shit, Gabriel, don't stop...!"

   Rayhe grinned at that and lowered his head once again, resuming the
dance, slowing the pace somewhat so he could make those explorations to last
longer than they did before. Desmond let out another low moan, and this one
sounded almost pleading, when that skillful tongue managed to twist itself
into something that felt almost impossible.

   "Not yet," Rayhe threw him a silent warning when he felt several
helpless, fluttering contractions ripple around him, and he slowed down as
if proving to the other man that he meant it.

   Desmond groaned at the change of pace, grasping harder onto the sheets
when those slow, steady thrusts made him squeeze his eyes shut. He moaned
and trembled, growling something, while Gabriel was taking his sweet time,
never letting go of his hips, keeping them pinned to the bed. Finally,
Desmond managed to thrust himself forward just a little, trying to change
the pace, trying to draw attention to his quickly pulsating, neglected
length, and Gabriel threw him another quick glance.

   "Say it," he thought without even a hint of picking up speed. "Say
it...!"

   Desmond gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling backwards, and he growled
something that suspiciously sounded like, "Goddamn you...!"

   "Say it," Gabriel thought again without shifting his gaze from his mate's
face distorted by a beautiful grimace. "Say it..."

   Desmond gritted his teeth once more, and then he let out a shaky, sobbing
moan when that magical tongue swirled inside him harder than before,
changing the angle in the most delightful, maddening manner.

   "Say it," Rayhe murmured in his head. "Desmond, say it... Otherwise, I'll
just keep on going, you know it..." He delivered several quick, hard thrusts
and slowed down again, as if underlining his silent words.

   Desmond managed to make his eyes to concentrate on Rayhe's face, bringing
them from the back of his head, his breathing nothing but shaking, growling
wheezing.

   "Say it..." Gabriel whispered silently. "Des, say..."

   "Please..." Desmond muttered, interrupting him.

   "More..."

   Desmond drew in a quick, shaky breath.

   "Please..." he said again, louder this time. "Shit, Gabriel... Please...!
Please!"

   Rayhe didn't reply this time; he just inhaled somewhat sharply,
half-closed his eyes, and released Desmond's hips, one of his hands slowly
traveling downwards while the other wrapped itself around Desmond's leaking
need. The ex-assassin let out a somewhat muffed, grateful howl, and his hips
immediately took advantage of newly found freedom, thrusting upwards,
mirroring the identical rhythm of hand and tongue.

   Gabriel started picking up speed and force gradually, tightening his
grasp as he went, making his fingers change pressure one at a time, as if he
were playing some sort of a musical instrument, his tongue becoming more and
more ruthless and fast. Desmond's throat was ringing with helpless
crescendo, his head thrown backwards, fingers tremble into the sheets, while
his hips jerked upwards almost violently by now.

  Gabriel felt those desperate, fluttering contractions hugging him in a
delicious way, and he quickened the pace yet again, his grasp tightening
immensely.

   "You know you want to..." he thought quickly, his own breath nowhere near
steady while he worked himself into the same sweet oblivion, the mere sight
of Desmond's wild body driving him towards the edge faster than he thought
it would. "You know you want to... Don't hold back... Let it go...!"

   Those quick silent words seemed to be the final push, and Desmond moaned
out Rayhe's name while letting himself go just like Gabriel wanted him to.
He shuddered for so long that Gabriel felt his tongue go numb from all those
insane muscle hugs and twitches. Finally, Desmond let out the last sobbing
moan, and his body started to relax, while his breathing stayed fast and
shallow.

   Gabriel made his shaky way towards his mate's face, his skin flushed, the
entire body trembling, mimicking Desmond's, their breaths identically quick
and uneven.

   "Holy hell, that was long..." Rayhe muttered, dropping himself onto the
pillows.

   "Mmm..." Desmond said weakly, and then his eyes darted towards Gabriel's
hips.

   "I took care of myself," Gabriel nodded when he caught that look. "I knew
that you wanted to come just like that..."

   "Mmm..." Desmond said again, louder this time, and scooted closer to the
other man, burying his face in his chest, placing several quick, small
kisses on flushed skin. "That was one hell of a way to wake up..." he
muttered several minutes later, and Gabriel let out short laughter, his
breathing slowly returning to normal. "What time is it?"

   The shrieking of the alarm answered his question, and he sighed while
Gabriel reached out with trembling hand, making all the shrieking to stop.

   "Call in," Desmond grabbed onto Rayhe's waist when the other man
attempted to get up. "Gabriel, just call in...! Stay home today..."

   "Can't," Gabriel said with audible regret. "The auditors are coming
today; I have to be there..."

   "Dammit..." Desmond gritted his teeth and relaxed his arm reluctantly.

   "I'll take off as soon as they leave though," Gabriel leaned closer and
placed a slow kiss on Desmond's mouth. "I should be home by four at the
latest, I promise," he nodded without looking away from Desmond's eyes.

   "I guess it's better than seven," Desmond sighed in defeat and returned
the kiss. "Pick up some smokes, I am almost out... And since I can't leave
the house now..." His eyebrows twitched together in annoyed, twisted line.

   "I'll get some," Gabriel nodded and kissed him again.

   "Oh, hey," Desmond grabbed his arm just as Rayhe was about to get out of
bed. "Had another dream..."

   Gabriel's expression immediately became wary.

   "Not Raven," Desmond shook his head, and Gabriel relaxed.

   "Thank God..." he muttered. "Who was it?"

   "That artist," Desmond yawned. "The one who painted the labyrinth."

   "Henry?" Gabriel blinked, and Desmond shrugged.

   "I never knew his name," he said lazily. "Anyway, he was painting the
damn thing, and there was Magda in the mirror... She didn't see me, of
course... Well," he propped himself up on one elbow. "She told him to write
number forty in the upper right corner."

   "Number forty?" Gabriel frowned. "I didn't see any numbers on that
painting..."

   "That's because she told him to cover it up," Desmond nodded.

   "Forty of what?" Gabriel's frown remained the same – puzzled and worried.

   "She didn't say... She only said that it was some sort of precaution. I
tried getting into her head, but then the dream kicked me out," he finished
with a small sigh.

   "Huh..." Gabriel said thoughtfully, and then slightly shook his head. "I
gotta go," he said with regret, and gave Desmond another kiss. "Tell Julian
about that, will you?"

   "Ugh," Desmond grimaced and fell back on the pillows. "Yeah, yeah," he
yawned and waved his hand after Gabriel looked at him patiently. "I will..."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Rayhe, I promise," he yawned again. "Go take your
shower... Hurry back, will you?"

   Gabriel let out a quick smile.

   "I will," he nodded and went to the shower.

   ...When he came out, Desmond was asleep, his expression peaceful, mouth
slightly open. Gabriel smiled when he heard very soft snoring. He got
dressed quickly and quietly, and placed a light kiss on his mate's mouth
before leaving the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.



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   "Had a dream," Desmond announced shortly while he filled his mug with
that awesome brand, the aroma of which filled the kitchen. "Rayhe thinks you
should know about that." He nodded, thinking that he briefly woke up around
nine in the morning because of those `Don't stop...!' calls, which (he had
to admit) were somewhat muffled, and that he managed to go back to sleep
after he slammed two pillows on top of his head, and then it has been good
four hours before he regained consciousness again.

   "What was it?" Salamander asked in the mild manner Desmond was getting
used to by now.

   He quickly chewed some of his sandwich and washed it down with coffee.
Then he told the blond (Raven was still asleep it seemed) about his dream.

   "Forty..." Julian muttered mostly to himself. "Forty... A precaution..."

   "No idea," Desmond nodded again, even though the blond never asked him
anything.

   Julian threw him a quick, dark look, a shadow of annoyance running over
his face when he realized that he forgot to pull up his usual mental
barrier.

   "I see," he said evenly and drank more of his coffee, his cigarette
resting between his fingers. Finally, he sighed and got up. "I have to do
something for the next several hours," he said and finished his coffee.
"I'll think about it after I am done."

   "That works," Desmond shrugged and looked at the clock, thinking that he
should do something as well – he never started his project with that book
yesterday as he was planning at first.

   It was almost one in the afternoon; he refilled his mug, grabbed a pack
of cigarettes off the table, and marched into his office, noting that the
blond was already in front of his laptop, murmuring something into the
headset.

   Desmond shut the door, swung the window open, and turned on the computer
while flipping through the book. The computer came to life with content
purring, and Desmond absent-mindedly clicked on one of the icons, waiting to
get online. Usually, it would take a couple of minutes for everything to
load, so he just stared at the screen when all of a sudden, he was in online
mode, and everything was fully loaded.

   "Huh?" he said while clicking on something else, which loaded in less
than three seconds. "What...?"

   He frowned, left his cigarette in the ashtray, and got up, pushing his
chair backwards. He went back into the living room and stood next to
Salamander, semi-patient look on his face while he waited for the blond to
finish his conversation. Finally, Julian covered the microphone with his
hand and looked up.

   "What?" he asked when he saw Desmond's frown.

   "What happened to the connection speed?" Desmond asked, nodding at the
laptop.

   "It's Blue Line," Julian said slowly, as if trying to figure out the
problem with fast connection speed.

   "We don't have Blue Line," Desmond nodded, and the blond sighed.

   "You do now," he said mildly. "Don't worry," he added before taking his
hand off the microphone. "You won't have to pay for it."

   Desmond watched him return to his discussion for a few seconds, and then
he sighed and went back to his office. "Might as well get a couple other
projects done while we have it," he thought melancholically, knowing that
this marvelous speed would be gone once the blond finally leaves.

   He plopped in the chair in front of his computer, stuck his half-finished
by then cigarette between his teeth, and got to work.

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