Dream Lover
by Tiffiny
Alternate Universe
"Tell me what you want. What you wish for," the voice teased him. Whispering. The words sliding over his bare skin like a caress. The darkness wrapped itself around him. Making the voice seem to come from everywhere. And nowhere. It surrounded him with its intoxicating sound. He felt the gooseflesh rise as warm breath touched the back of his neck. The barest hint of cool lips followed, tracing a path down the sensitive nape til it reached the hollow of shoulder. Then they stopped. Waiting for the words."I want you. I wish for... you." He shivered, the words wrung out of him. At times like this, speech became almost impossible for him. His senses were entirely focused on his lover. And the touch of his lover's lips and hands. And what they made him feel. Like he was loved.
In answer, his companion laughed softly and began slowly backing him up til he felt the edge of the bed against his legs. Then he was being gently pushed down onto the smooth satin sheets. His body tensed in anticipation. Through the blindfold, he couldn't see the figure that was even now taking one wrist in a loose grasp and wrapping a piece of material around it before fastening it to the bedpost behind him. But then he didn't actually need his eyes in order to see it happen. He could imagine it all too clearly.
The green eyes of his companion would be dark with desire. The sleek skin would be covered with a fine sheen of sweat, making it glow in the bright moonlight that was the room's only illumination. The strong graceful hands of his lover would reach for his other wrist, stopping to brush a kiss across the soft skin before quickly binding it to the remaining bedpost.
Then he was feeling the touch of lips on his wrist rather than merely imagining it. And hearing the whisper in his ear. "Be careful what you wish for, Vin."
He gasped and arched back against the bed as his lover enveloped a nipple in a warm, wet mouth, flicking his tongue against the hard little nub. Fingers dug into his shoulder, all tenderness put aside for the moment. Sharp teeth nipped at the tender flesh of his neck, making him gasp and shudder. Not being able to see had the effect of magnifying every little touch to almost unbearable proportions.
He pulled wildly against his bonds as lips and hands began invading every square inch of his body. He nearly shrieked as he felt a tongue run along the crease of his butt, before veering off to nibble at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. It hovered teasingly over his cock. But there was no relief forthcoming. Instead, his lover made his way leisurely back up Vin's body, finally taking his lips in a kiss that left Vin nearly weeping in frustration.
"You're killin' me." he groaned pleadingly. God, how he ached to touch the body that hovered just above him. Teasing. Tormenting.
"You can take it. Take me. Can't you, Vin?" The soft voice was like a cat's. Tempting. Taunting. Filled with satisfaction.
The image those words conjured up had Vin growling in wordless response. He would take everything his lover had to give. Like a starving man takes food and drink.
Something cool and liquid was drizzled across his chest and stomach. Then it was being rubbed into his skin. Warming it. Making it tingle. Then warm breath blew lightly over him, setting those tingling nerve endings alight.
"Please..." He gasped for air, his chest tight. He knew nothing but desire. Felt nothing but the need for his lover's touch.
He jumped as he felt the cool liquid being poured onto his aching cock. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, as lips closed around him, making him feel as though he were enveloped in a ring of fire. Hands caressed his body. He bit his lip til he tasted the coppery tang of blood as his lover brought him ever closer to the edge. Then both lips and hands were abruptly withdrawn.
"Come back to me." he whispered entreatingly. Already he felt alone. Cold. Bereft.
A gentle kiss was brushed across his forehead and then Vin felt his cock being eased inside his lover's body. The heat he'd felt before was nothing compared to this. It banished the momentary coldness as if it had never been. He was no longer alone. No longer bereft. He didn't know why he'd ever felt that way. His lover would never leave him. Would always love him. Just as he would always...
"Love you." he said.
"I love you too, Vin. Always." his lover promised. Then they were both coming. Together.
Vin could still hear the whisper of his lover's voice as the blindfold was removed and light flooded the room.
"Chris?" he smiled as he opened his eyes.
"NO! GODDAMMIT!!! NO!! CHRIS!!" Vin's anguished cries filled the small room. He struggled weakly against the restraints that bound him, cursing and sobbing wildly. The sounds carried out into the hallway where six men stood talking.
"No change?" asked the big man with the craggy, weathered face. He looked tired.
"I'm afraid not," the slender blonde man spoke quietly.
"How is the new treatment progressing?" The dark skinned, capable looking man already knew the answer. But he had to ask anyway.
The blonde man merely shook his head sadly.
"Is there anything we can bring our young associate to make him more comfortable during his sojourn here?" The green eyed man plucked at the sleeve of his elegant coat as he spoke. The southern drawl was strained. This was hard on all of them.
"He is gonna get better, right? I mean, there must be something..." the dark haired young man trailed off.
"Can we see him?" The tall man with the mustache sounded as if he carried a world of sorrow on his shoulders.
The blonde man shrugged and led them over to the door. One by one they peered through the glass partition at the thrashing, moaning figure on the bed. His blue eyes were dark with an all encompassing grief. His long hair lay tangled and matted on the pillow. His face was twisted with such sorrow and need that none of the men could look for long. They dropped their eyes and stepped back.
"Are you sure there's no one by that name? He seems so certain, that at times, he almost convinces me there might be something to these delusions of his." The blonde man frowned, looking at the five men standing grouped together on one side of the door.
The five men looked at each other and then back at him. Finally the one with the mustache shook his head.
"None of us have ever heard of a Chris Larabee. Far as we know, he doesn't exist."
"Except in our associate's mind." the southerner added quietly, his gaze drawn once again to the glass partition.
The doctor sighed and shook his head, blonde hair catching the light.
"Well, we shall continue to hope for Mr. Tanner's recovery and perhaps there will be some good news for you next week when you come."
"Yeah. Maybe next week." One by one the men turned and began walking down the hallway, away from the door, until at last the anguished cries could no longer be heard.
THE END
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