Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:16:44 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dreamtrap - chapter 6

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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- VI -


            "Fine..." he muttered and closed his eyes.

   He tried to visualize his sleeping self and mentally kick it awake.
Visualization went smoother than he thought it would, but waking up his
passed out self turned out to be utterly and hopelessly futile. The sleeping
figure didn't even stir.

   "I can't...!" he spat out with frustration finally and opened his eyes.
"I can't!"

   "Shit..." Desmond hissed and took a deep breath. "Fine, let's play..." He
peeled his back away from the wooden post, clearly intending to dash aside,
pulling Raven after him.

   "Wait!" Raven squeezed his wrist and glanced around quickly, scanning the
area with narrowed eyes.

   "What?" Desmond hissed impatiently.

   "They shot from over there..." Raven glanced behind his shoulder.

   "Yes," Desmond nodded energetically. "And if we just keep sitting here,
they will relocate, therefore, move it...!"

   "Wait!" Raven dug his fingers deeper into the other man's wrist, forcing
him to stay put. "See that wall?" he nodded at the brick wall straight
ahead, about a hundred feet away from their wooden post. It seemed that the
wall was indicating the end of the operatic property.

   "What about it?" Desmond asked shortly.

   "That's where we'll go," Raven nodded, and Desmond rolled his eyes
without even trying to be subtle.

   "We'll be in plain sight...!" he said impatiently, and Raven gave him a
small smile.

   "No," he said calmly. "We won't be. It has been a while since I covered
someone else along though," he frowned. "Keep your ears open to my
thoughts," he glanced at the taller man without a smile. "If I start
thinking something along the lines of `I can't do it much longer,' run
faster. Got it?"

   Desmond looked plain confused now.

   "What are you talking about?" he frowned, and Raven took a deep breath
without letting go of Specter's wrist.

   "You'll see in a moment," he muttered and closed his eyes briefly.

   "Holy hell," Desmond breathed after watching Raven disappear into nothing
in front of his eyes.

   "Go..." Raven said in a strained voice. "Goddammit, go...!" he hissed
when Desmond kept staring at the emptiness in front of him.

   That last hiss made Desmond blink, and he sprang on his feet, entwining
his fingers with Raven's when he realized that the minute he lets go of the
smaller man's hand, he would be very visible in this open, plain view. They
stumbled towards the wall, and a minute or so later, Raven's grip tightened
on Desmond's fingers.

   "Faster!" he thought desperately when he felt blood pumping viciously in
his temples. "Desmond, faster..."

   The ex-assassin immediately obeyed and picked up speed, dragging Raven
after him. They finally made it to the wall, and Desmond dove behind it,
yanking Raven on top of him when he fell on the ground. The smaller man
collapsed into Desmond's lap and the invisibility shredded itself apart
immediately.

   "I thought your only ability was immunity to drugs," Desmond muttered
while Raven was panting in his lap without moving.

   "No..." Raven breathed. "I don't even think of... that as... ability..."

   "That's ability in my book," Desmond said seriously. "Does it always
exhaust you this much?"

   "No..." Raven stirred slowly and managed to sit up, being careful to keep
himself out of sight and not popping his head above the short wall. "I can
keep myself invisible even in my sleep; it's as natural for me as
breathing... When I have to cover someone else, however..." he took a slow
breath, grateful for the fact that his heartbeat was almost back to normal.
"...it's an entirely different matter," he finished with a slight nod.

   "I see..." Desmond muttered.

   Suddenly, there was that familiar to Raven chiming sound splashing
through stale air. The brunet squeezed his eyes shut, muttering something
under his breath with frustration. To his enormous surprise, however,
Desmond immediately said:

   "What was that?"

   Raven's eyes flew wide open and he stared at the green-eyed man.

   "You've heard it?" he asked incredulously, and Desmond snorted at that.

   "I am not deaf," he nodded firmly.

   Raven shook his head.

   "That's not what I meant," he said impatiently. "I've been hearing this
sound for the last couple of days, but I would be the only one who could
hear it...! It was driving me crazy; I thought I was hallucinating! Julian
didn't hear it and neither did Sebastian..."

   "Who is Sebastian?" Desmond asked automatically, tight frown forming on
his forehead after this bit of information.

   "The butler," Raven sighed. Desmond snorted again.

   "Maybe he was just fucking with your head," he said in a low voice.

   "No," Raven answered immediately. "Julian already fired him once because
of me; he wouldn't risk it..."

   Desmond gave him a slightly amused look and opened his mouth, about to
say something, when there was another chime swaying through the air. Raven
frowned at that.

   "I have never heard it go off more than once in a row," he said slowly,
and Desmond's expression darkened. "I don't know what it means," Raven
finished.

   "I am not sure I like it," Desmond muttered and stared at the smaller
man. "Raven, you have to wake up!"

   "I..." Raven started saying, and then several things happened at once.

   There was a startling shrill sound, ripping the silence apart; there were
quick footsteps very close to their wall; Desmond cursed desperately, leaned
closer to Raven, and screamed:

   "Wake up...!"

   Raven jerked backwards, startled, and suddenly, everything around him
swayed with sparkling blackness. A second later, Raven's body threw itself
upwards on the bed and his eyes flew open. He sat on the bed, panting and
shaking, staring blindly into the wall in front of him. Everything from his
bizarre dream ("...holy hell, *was *it a dream...?") has disappeared;
everything but that high-pitched shrilling sound. Raven blinked when he
finally realized that his phone was producing that sound.

   His hand fumbled in his pocket for several seconds, and finally, he
fished out the screaming gadget and flipped it open.

   "Hello," he muttered in a hoarse voice.

   "Master Delamorte?" a pleasant contralto asked on the other end of the
line, and Raven blinked again.

   "Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Who is this?"

   "This is Irene from `Framed Perfection'," the contralto said. "Sorry for
an early call but I wanted to let you know that your frame is ready for
pick-up, and we will be closing early today. We are expanding the store,"
now the contralto sounded apologetic. "The construction crew will be here
soon."

   Raven glanced at his phone-free hand and was pleased with the fact that
it didn't shake anymore. That's right, he thought. He forgot all about the
frame.

   "What time are you closing?" he asked in more even voice.

   "Noon," the contralto informed him in the same pleasant manner, and Raven
glanced at the clock; it read 8:30.

   "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he said. "Thanks for calling."

   "My pleasure," the contralto said professionally, and the line clicked
dead.

   Raven got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom where he quickly
ran a brush over his messed up hair. Soon enough, he was on his way to the
store.



****



   The frame looked just as Raven hoped it would, to his greatest
satisfaction, and on the way home, he started thinking about Julian and the
fact that the blond never called him last night. Then he remembered that
Julian said he won't be back home until late afternoon, glanced at the car
clock, and sighed deeply – it was only 9:10 in the morning. Then he started
thinking about the night (and morning, for that matter) before the blond
left, and by the time he parked the car in the garage, he was turned on to
the point of aching.

   His first thought was simply taking a cold shower thus calming down his
overly excited body. Then he remembered that it was Saturday and that the
cleaning crew would not show up until eleven in the morning – on Saturdays
and Sundays it would only be a cleaning crew out of the entire staff, and
they would be gone in an hour at the most. Therefore, he shrugged while
making his way to the bedroom, figuring that he might as well satisfy his
body's urgent demands, since Julian wouldn't be back for at least three more
hours (maybe even longer), and that he would be alone in the house for the
next hour and a half.

   "Plus," he reasoned several minutes later, after he closed the bedroom
door and was pulling off his clothes. "This would be a great remedy for all
the stress I had to deal with in that damn dream..."

   He kicked the blanket aside and slid onto the silk sheets, enjoying the
sensation on his skin. It has been a while since the last time he's done
this, he thought while his hand caressed his chest slowly, sliding
downwards. In fact, he hasn't indulged in self-pleasing ever since he got
together with Julian – ever since then, there was simply no need for
self-gratification, just like there was no need of cutting his wrist to get
his blood fix.

   To his own amusement, he didn't care much for the feeling of his own hand
on his pulsating flesh – apparently, unless he was with the blond, his hand
didn't do much for him anymore. Raven sighed, threw his head back, and
closed his eyes, kicking his imagination into gear. It wasn't his hand
wrapped around his sweetly twitching length, he thought. It weren't his
fingers caressing his chest and sliding towards his inner thigh. All that
caress was coming from Julian.

   That seemed to be enough because the sensations grew a hell of a lot more
pleasant, and Raven bit his lip at that, half-swallowing his somewhat loud
moan. He knew that he could get this over with rather quickly, but he didn't
want that; he wanted to stretch it for as long as he could. He forced his
("Julian...") hand to keep the same steady, slow sliding rhythm, rocking his
hips slightly into his ("Mmm, Julian...") fist, his eyes closed, head thrown
back, teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

   His grasp was rather tight, but combined with mind-blowing slow tempo, it
felt safe. Raven's limits expanded noticeably ever since he got together
with the blond, who would keep him on the edge for God knows how long quite
often. Thanks to that, Raven could last a hell of a lot longer than he could
even four months ago, and he was able to control his body much better as
well.

   Soon enough, he stopped restricting his throat, letting his moans ring
free, knowing that he was alone in the house. He slowly raised his left hand
after tweaking the sensitive flesh of his nipple for the last couple of
times, and brought it towards his face just so he could wrap his mouth
around several of his fingers. He did that without opening his eyes, slowly
running his tongue over his ("Julian, go slower...") fingers, and after a
few minutes he let the digits out of his mouth, and his hand swiftly moved
downwards, aiming in between his slightly spread legs.

   He let out a long, low moan when he slid inside himself easily, and added
another finger, hungry for that full feeling he would always experience
whenever Julian was inside him. Yet another finger somewhat did the trick,
creating an illusion of fullness, even though it was nowhere close to the
original, but Raven was satisfied with the illusion for now. He would get
the original when the blond finally comes back home.

   He rocked his hips harder, impaling himself on his ("Fuck, Julian,
more...!") fingers, and another low moan escaped his throat when those
digits finally brushed against that sweet spot of his. He needed much more
than a brush, however, so he sunk his fingers deeper, rotating and rocking
his hips harder than before. His hand started sliding in and out in
synchronized rhythm with the one on his throbbing length, and after a few
thrusts, he moaned loudly:

   "Ah, God, harder...!"

   The hand obliged, and the fingers started slamming into his buzzing with
brilliant sparkles spot with more strength, making his back arch off the
sheets and his hips jerk more violently.

   "Mmm..." he groaned. "Yeah, like that... Oh, more...! Please, more...!"



****



   Julian could care less that he only got two hours of sleep; he was
impatient to get back home. The meeting last night went on for much longer
than he thought it would, and when he finally got back to his hotel room, it
was almost midnight. He thought of phoning Raven, but at the last minute, he
reluctantly decided against that, figuring that the brunet would be asleep
by now.

   Instead, he phoned airport and demanded to know the time for the earliest
flight that would take off in the morning. The earliest was 5:30 in the
morning, which meant that he would be home by ten, and that was better than
late afternoon. Therefore, he switched his original ticket with the one that
promised better time, and on the way to the airport several hours later, he
could care less that he only got two hours of sleep.

   He got home at ten minutes before ten, unlocked the door, and walked
inside, wondering whether Raven was still asleep – the brunet could stay in
bed until noon, he knew that. Then, a couple of minutes later, he frowned
when he heard muffled moaning that was clearly coming from the bedroom
upstairs. His frown started turning into a disbelieving, painful scowl when
he heard:

   "Ah, God, harder...!"

   He immediately recognized Raven's voice, and gritted his teeth, his
stabbing fury kicking up the boiling degree notch by notch. "I warned you
that I would kill you if you ever fuck anyone behind my back," he muttered
through his clenched teeth while he walked upstairs, his temples throbbing
with dark, painful pulse. "I meant it..."

   He gritted his teeth again when he heard:

   "Mmm... Yeah, like that... Oh, more...! Please, more...!"

   He tried ignoring stabbing, sharp pain deep inside his chest, digging his
fingernails into his palms. The pain wouldn't take any of that – it simply
would not be ignored, which it proved to the blond with gusto, blooming into
something even bigger when Raven moaned from behind the closed door:

   "Oh, yeah, don't stop...! Oh, fuck, don't stop...!"

   Julian's first (natural) reaction was to kick the door open. Then he
decided against that – he is going to be as quiet as he possibly can manage,
he thought, dark pulse in his temples turning into heavy thudding.

   He carefully turned the doorknob with shaking from screaming, painful
fury hand, and soundlessly walked inside, seeing red by now. He fucked
someone as soon as Salamander was out of town? Julian couldn't believe this.
After everything that they have been through, after everything that...

   Then he looked at the scene in front of him and stopped thinking
altogether. Raven was lying in bed, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed
shut, and he was fucking himself like there was no tomorrow. Julian stared
at him without blinking, noting his mate's shamelessly spread legs bent at
the knees, his toes curling into the silk sheets, his hips bucking wildly
into his fist while three fingers of his other hand were pumping in and out
of his entrance.

   "Fuck, Julian, don't stop...!" Raven growled suddenly without opening his
eyes, and the blond finally blinked.

   He is getting himself off while imagining it's Julian who is doing it
instead? All the blood that was threatening to blow blond's skull apart,
promptly rushed downwards, and Julian's pants suddenly became very tight.
Raven looked like he was completely lost in his fantasy, which was probably
the case, and he called out Salamander's name several more times, having no
clue that the original was right next to the bed, getting out of his clothes
rather hastily.

   Julian noted that brunet's hand was keeping steady, slow rhythm even
though his hips were jerking upwards quite violently. That meant he got into
it not too long ago, which was good.

   "Julian...!" Raven moaned yet again. "Hell, go harder...!"

   The blond hemmed silently, knowing that brunet's fingers could only reach
that far, therefore, the moaning demand for `harder' would not be satisfied,
unless Raven somehow managed to shove the entire hand into himself, which
Julian doubted.

   "Mmm... God, Julian..." Raven's back arched off the bed, and the blond
towered over his writhing body, leaning closer and smashing his lips against
his mate's mouth. Raven's eyes flew wide open, reflecting startled panic.
"Julian...!" he almost shrieked into blond's mouth, his neck and ears
turning dark-red.

   He jerked backwards instinctively, his eyes huge and panicky, and Julian
yanked him closer towards himself while pulling brunet's suddenly rigid hand
from between his legs.

   "Jul... Oooh...!" Raven's head flew backwards once again, mortified
expression on his face trading places with ecstatic grimace when Julian
replaced brunet's fingers with his original self in one smooth, impatient
move, granting that `harder' demand almost instantly.

   Salamander peeled off Raven's other hand as well, wrapping his own
fingers around the other man's pulsating flesh, which didn't deflate in the
slightest in spite of the fact that Raven seemed mortified several seconds
ago.

   Raven opened his eyes finally and wrapped both arms around Julian's neck,
humiliating panic nothing but a thing of the past, his hips pumping
aggressively into Salamander's tight hand. Julian kissed his mouth again,
immediately recognizing that certain look in brunet's bizarre-colored eyes –
the look that said that Raven would not last much longer as of now.
Apparently, the shock of being caught in such vulnerable position pushed him
all the way towards the edge.

   Julian moved slightly faster, deciding against stretching this for too
long even though it would be definitely a great thing. However, the
incredible relief made him feel almost lightheaded, and right now, he didn't
want to make Raven endure the sweet torture that Julian would put him
through quite often.

   Raven buried fingers of his right hand in Salamander's hair and muttered
in a breaking voice:

   "Come with me... At the same time... Julian, come with me...!"

   The blond dove into that panting mouth once again.

   "Yeah..." he breathed hungrily. "Yeah..."

   Raven latched onto Julian's lips without aiming for blood this time; it
seemed like he simply wanted to suck all the air out of the blond without
hurting him. They rocked in the same hard, semi-fast tempo for a while
longer without unlocking their lips, and then Julian's hips and hand started
moving faster, the trend that Raven's body followed immediately.

   "Ooh...!" Raven breathed into blond's mouth, his hips more aggressive
than they were several minutes ago. "Don't stop... Julian, don't stop...!"

   He wrapped his legs around Julian's waist, pulling the other man even
closer to his greedy, demanding body, and the blond obliged, pressing harder
into his mate, leaving just enough room for his furiously pumping hand.

   "Don't stop..." Raven moaned again, as if firmly believing that
Salamander was about to pull something in his usual manner, making Raven
balance on the finest edge for tingling eternity. He could feel those small,
sharpening spikes of impending orgasm shooting through him, and he knew that
the blond was perfectly aware of that. "Don't stop...!"

   "I won't..." Julian muttered, and his hips hardened their blows, as if
giving Raven the guarantee of his promise.

   Brunet moaned Salamander's name several more desperate times, his eyes
rolling backwards, and Julian (who could always tell when Raven was about to
fly off the edge) tightened his grasp somewhat, making his thumb perform one
of the rolls that drove Raven crazy, and let go of every single inner
restraint of his, synchronizing his body with Raven's shudders.

   They exploded into brilliant oblivion at the same time, just like Raven
wanted, and brunet's head flew backwards again, while his back arched into
Salamander's body tightly, and his hands helplessly dug their fingernails
into Julian's shoulders – the thing that the convulsing blond welcomed.

   After they stopped shaking and gasping, they wrapped each other in heat,
breaths, and heartbeats without unlocking their arms.

   "There is so much I need to tell him..." Raven thought without opening
his eyes, letting his legs slide off blond's waist. "The painting, the
dream, that web page... That damn chiming sound... I will tell him after we
wake up..." He kissed Julian's neck lightly, and the blond tightened the
circle of his arms without lifting his head. "I will tell him after we wake
up... I also will have to get that frame out of..."

   He fell asleep without finishing the thought. He had no way of knowing
that the next time he would talk to his mate would be ten days from now.

****

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