20 comments/ 46758 views/ 54 favorites An Endless Dream By: sachiaiko As with all my stories, this one holds elements of the unreal, fantastic creatures and a strong romantic theme. This is a short erotic story, not a quick stroke, so if you're looking for quick porn, you would be best suited to another story. If romantic intense fantasy based story with hot sex is what you're looking for, have fun and enjoy! * * * * * You belong to me. The words from the dream I'd had the night before rang in my ears as I stared at my computer screen, working on the boring numbers that was the monotony of my cubicle job. I couldn't get the dream out of my head, out of my thoughts, it'd be the same basic dream I'd had for the past five months, and as I sat staring dumbly at the screen, I relived it once more for the hundredth time. The room was dark, lit only by the flickering of candles I couldn't see. I was lying on my stomach, wrapped in soft sateen sheets that clung to my hips like a lovers gentle caress, and my cock lay pinned to the mattress from my position. I knew I wasn't alone, and the room wasn't mine, nor was the bed. I turned slightly, my head pillowed on my arms, and made as if to roll over but a rich voice stopped me. "Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately. I waited, waited patiently, closing my eyes as the bed dipped and my unseen lover sat beside me on the bed. A calloused hand slid along my spine, brushing the sheet down as it reached my hips, fingertips sliding between the bare crease of my rump. I shivered, I couldn't help it, and a soft breath escaped my mouth as my back arched and my legs shifted further apart almost against my control. "You are so eager." He whispered to me, that smooth voice like slow molasses, thick and sweet. Just the sound of it was enough to make my cock twitch, and a soft groan flutter from my lips. "And so beautiful." He continued, his fingers pressing against my anus, a gentle brush, a caress, too fleeting to satisfy, but enough to drive me batty. Hands spread me wide, baring me in the most vulnerable manner and making my cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment. When I began to squirm slightly, one hand released me and came down suddenly on my ass, leaving a warm burn against my flesh. "Still." Came the gentle command. The hand returned to spreading me once I stilled again, my breathing coming harsh with growing excitement. I liked the lack of control, I liked that gave myself to this unknown man, and deep down I felt a sense of safety in the hands of my lover, knowing he'd never really hurt me. I felt the tickling of breath before the warmth of his tongue slid against my opening, and again, I couldn't help but make a soft sound deep in my chest, almost a moan, maybe more of a groan or a grunt, I couldn't tell, I didn't care. He chuckled deeply, I could feel his amusement vibrate along his tongue and into my body from the connection, and my back arched a little before he coaxed me open and began to lap and stroke at my body with the wet warmth of his tongue. I couldn't remain still, my fists baling into the sheets, my hips rising up to meet the sudden thrusting into my body. For the first time since this started I spoke, pleadingly. "More... more... please." I whispered, and one hand moved to slide along my balls, cupping them, hefting them gently, closing about them and squeezing slowly, just enough to make me want to cry out, but not hard enough to hurt me, just add pressure. My hips began to rock against the bed, grinding my achingly hard cock against the soft sheets as he fucked my ass with his tongue with long slow intense thrusts. I could cum like this, I realized, I could explode against the sheets in a million shattered shards of pleasure, and my lover knew it, pulling back to replace his tongue with fingers, using his saliva to lubricate his entrance as I cried out. "You will not cum without my permission, Sean." He murmured to me, and I nearly sobbed, ceasing the endless rocking my hips were doing. I didn't want to disobey him, I wanted to please him, no matter the costs. It was a soul deep thing, a need, something I couldn't have turned away from even if I'd wanted to. "Good, very good, my sweet lover." His voice was like a soothing balm to me, yet it triggered something deep that I didn't understand. I wanted him, I wanted him inside of me and I could have screamed my desire out, but it would have done little good. His fingers moved slowly, pressing into my body, sliding out, then back in again, a slow fucking that had me writhing and him chuckling in that sensual way he had. He knew I needed more, he knew and he continued to tease me. I turned my head, wanting to see the man who drove me crazy, I wanted to see his beloved face, I knew he was mine and I was his, I knew we belonged together, but I could not bring the image of his face to mind and I needed to see him. As I turned my head, he hissed. "Do not." the two words stilled me, and I let out a strangled sound before turning my face back into my pillow, shuddering with the effort to keep still for him as he explored me. "I need to see you." I whispered, pleaded, and he stilled for a moment. "You will, Sean. You will." He whispered, and then began to move quicker, his fingers pressing into me, I knew it was only two fingers, and suddenly he was adding a third and the burn began, forcing me to cry out for a moment. "Shh, relax." He commanded gently, and I fought to do as he asked... "Sean?" the voice broke my reverie, but I had no clue where it was coming from. "Sean!" again, and suddenly I realized I was at work, not on that warm soft bed. I sighed, turning my head and eyed my boss with something close to distaste. "Yea?" I asked after a moment, arching one brow sarcastically. "You've been staring at your screen, doing nothing for the past twenty minutes. You need to either go home sick, or start working, I can't pay you for daydreaming." Richard was annoyed; I could tell by the way his left cheek twitched while he spoke. A tick he had when he experienced any strong emotions. He was tall, over six feet tall, sandy blonde hair with a peppering of gray and deep ocean blue eyes. Handsome, I had to admit to myself, but straight. "Yea, sure, I'll start working, sorry Richard." I muttered, and after a moment of watching me, my boss shook his head. "Go home." He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. "Get your head set on straight, then come back on Monday ready to work. This is ridiculous, Sean. You need to get whatever has been bothering you off your chest before it eats you up, alright?" I grumbled, nodding my head, stooping to pick up my briefcase and return my laptop to its traveling home. "Sure, Richard." I sighed as the man walked away from me. Within ten minutes I was in my little Toyota speeding down the highway towards my home. I lived close to work, so in no time I was opening up the door to my apartment in a dazed sort of funk, I couldn't focus on anything, and I knew this was trouble. I wanted my dream lover, and while I knew it was a dream, it was so real I ached for him when I woke. I pushed through my door, feeling uncharacteristically depressed as I set my computer case down on the dinning room table and moved towards the bathroom, intent on taking a nice long shower. Stripping quickly, I turned on the water and waited for the steam to overcome my senses. When it did, I slipped into the tub and let the thick stream of liquid hit my aching muscles, sliding down the smooth planes of my back, over my ass and down my legs. I work out three times a week at the local gym, and while I'm not built like a god my body is nicely formed. I'd never been overly obsessed with my looks, I had a good ol' boy look to me, and I just accepted that I would never been incredible to look at, but I didn't send children screaming either. My hands slid over my stomach then down, pressing against my hard shaft, I ached, I was so hard it hurt and I knew that the only way to make the pain go away was to find release, but I also knew it would only go away for a short time, then I'd be at it again. As the smooth stream of hot water caressed my body, I imagined it the hands of my dream lover, sliding his fingertips over my flesh, when I curled my hand around my cock, I imagined it was his mouth, caressing me, taking me deep swallowing me hard. Soon, I was back into the memory of my dream as I stroked away... "I need to see you." I whispered, pleaded, and he stilled for a moment. "You will, Sean. You will." He whispered, then began to move quicker, his fingers pressing into me, I knew it was only two fingers, and suddenly he was adding a third and the burn began, forcing me to cry out for a moment. "Shh, relax." He commanded gently, and I fought to do as he asked. "Please, I need you." I begged, and he drew in a soft sudden breath, I knew he was getting aroused, I knew he wanted me, I could taste his desire on my tongue, feel it in my body. We were connected, and I couldn't understand how, but it didn't matter. "I know you need me. You belong to me." The words echoed throughout my skull, and I rolled it around in my mind, admitting to myself that it was true. I belonged to him. He removed his fingers from my body, and I felt the bed shift beneath me as he moved to cover my body with his own. He was larger then me, far larger then me, thicker and stronger. His warmth blanketed mine, and I could feel the frightening length of his shaft nestled gently in the crease of my ass. I rocked up and he groaned at the friction it caused. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and I could feel it humming throughout my body. His mouth moved over my shoulders, against the back of my neck, brushing soft warm kisses, gentle touches, and then suddenly sharp nips that sent my back bowing beneath him and gasps ripped from my throat. Every touch was like an electric current, ever bite was like fire coursing through my blood. I'd never felt anything like this, never experienced anything like this, my body belonged to him, because only he could ever play my living flesh like an instrument, drawing my cries, whimpers, moans and groans like the tender sound of harp strings, making the most beautiful music, a primal music. He ground his cock against my ass, and I felt myself moving with him, my body tense, my muscles bunching with the need to feel him inside of me. "Please." I begged again, I didn't care what he did to me, so long as he was inside of me. I moved, trying to raise up enough so he could push into me, and he just pressed his weight down against me again, pinning me to the bed... I groaned, my hand moving quickly over the length of my shaft, I was going to explode any moment, at the simple thought of the man who invaded my dreams, and who had invaded my heart in the process. It was incredible, I couldn't even breath as one hand pressed against the tiled wall of the shower, I tilted my head back, water spraying down my chest, over my hard nipples in a manner that caused me to gasp. I wanted him, I could imagine the one thing that never happens in my dreams, I imagined him pressing his mouth to mine, kissing me as he took me. That was all it took, and soon I was painting the wall of the shower with my thick cum, my eyes closed, my body taught, my breath rushing out of me with sudden intense cry of pleasure. It was so incredible, I couldn't move for moments, I just stood there, my legs wobbly, my breath coming in uneven pants, and then I felt the overwhelming sense of loneliness overcome me when I realized, once more, I made love to my dream lover in my heart, in my mind, but that he would never be there, he wasn't real. I'd done many things to try and induce myself to sleep since this had started, but I found if I did not sleep a natural sleep, I couldn't find him. If I took sleeping aids, he'd not show. I found that staying up all hours of the day and night, trying to avoid him, only left me with more vivid imaginings of him. He was huge, a large man with curling shoulder length chestnut hair and deep green eyes. But that was all I could ever remember of his face, those eyes and that hair, so silken to the touch. It was hell, utter hell, because I was in love with him, I wanted no one else, I didn't want to date, I didn't want to go to clubs or parties, I wanted to sleep to be with my dream lover. We talked about everything, we cuddled, we fucked, and we made slow love. And often he was in control; often he played dominant to my submissive. I'd never experienced that type of play before with my living lovers, but it was exhilarating with my dream man. To be safe in another person's power, to be held and comforted, to be tormented and teased, it was an amazing feeling that I loved. "This is enough of this, I can't live like this. I need to go out." I told myself, muttered really while finishing my shower, cleaning up. "This is ridiculous, he's not real Sean! You have to find some one real, this isn't real." I dressed and moved around my apartment for a little while, then finished some work on my laptop and got myself a snack from the kitchen before it grew dark, and then I grabbed my leather coat and slipped it on before heading out into the night. I wandered down the street in my car, heading for the only gay bar in my rather small town; I parked neatly, then hopped out and entered the place that was just beginning to get started. I went to the bar, ordering myself a drink, and as I turned around and leaned against the worn wood I took a slow sip, letting my eyes linger from man to man. No one excited me, but I was determined to find some one to take my mind of my dream lover. When I finally polished off my first drink, still having seen no one that piqued my interest, the bar tender made me another, setting it on the bar. "The man over there sends his compliments." He said, pointing to a beautiful blond with an incredible body. Maybe he was attracted because I couldn't have cared less about anyone in the place. That's how it always is, when you have no interest, everyone suddenly clamors for your attention. "Thanks." I said, accepting the glass and raising it in a silent toast to the man. He smiled; flashing startlingly white teeth, then slowly unfolded himself from his chair and began to walk towards me, leaning his hip against the bar as his eyes lingered over my face. I said nothing, waiting for him to break the silence first. "I don't see you in here much, my name is Kenneth," he offered me a hand which I accepted and shook. His grip was warm and firm, without a trace of nervousness. "You new to this area?" he asked me. Smiling, I shook my head and released his hand, though he continued to hold onto me despite the fact the hand shake was over. "No, I've lived here for years; I just haven't been into the dating scene for the last year or so." I replied. "Ahh, break up, hrm?" he asked me, leaning in a bit to crowd my personal space. I thought about my dream lover, then looked up at Kenneth with a chuckle. "Something like that." I agreed, not wanting to go into it. How many people would have understood anyhow? "Well, let me take your mind off of it, why don't you dance with me?" he asked, and after a moment I nodded my head and let him lead me out to the dance floor. Throughout the night, many people danced with me, offered me drinks, but in the end I ended up dancing his last dance with Kenneth. A slower affair, something that had me pressed against the other mans hard body. He leaned his head down, nibbling at my ear, "Come home with me tonight, let me take your mind off of whatever it is bother you." He whispered to me. I was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol by this point, but I wasn't smashed really. "Okay." I whispered back, giving a soft groan. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to screw some one senseless, I wanted to get my dream lover out of my mind, and Kenneth was a nice guy. "I only live a block away, we can walk there." He whispered, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, knowing now that I was a sure thing and growing more bold in his actions. "Lets go." I growled, pulling away from him, my hand sliding into his and dragging him behind me as we paid our tab at the bar and headed for the door. You belong to me. The words stopped me for a moment, and I looked around me with a slight frown, wondering if I'd heard it aloud or if it was just in his head. "What's wrong?" Kenneth asked me, pressing his body against my back. I could feel his hard cock against my jean-clad ass, and I ground back at him. "Nothing, I thought I heard something. Lets go." I said, ignoring the thoughts. You belong to me. The words hit me again, and I drew in a sudden breath, but didn't stop this time. It's not real, I told myself, not real. I pulled Kenneth outside, and then turned to him. "Lead the way," I whispered, and then pressed in against him, tilting my face up as his mouth came down on mine. I drew in a shuddering breath, returning the kiss for all I was worth. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe, and soon he was pushing me into the alley, pressing me against the wall of the club. The thudding music echoed throughout the walls, it was like a pounding heartbeat as I felt my cock spring to life. I wanted this, I convinced myself. But the truth was I was imaging my dream man. Kenneth's hands roamed over my body, beneath my shirt, raking fingernails over my ribs and I moaned again, my mouth nipping his lower lip. And then it came again. You belong to me. I nearly screamed my frustration; instead, I deepened the kiss with Kenneth. You're not real. I thought to myself fiercely. I need to live my life! How do you know? The words came, and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. Kenneth's large hand was now at my groin, rubbing me roughly through the thick material of my jeans. My hips rocked and my breath came quick. I wasn't going to stop. I wasn't. I know, because if you were you'd have come to me after so many months. Leave me alone, I need to live my life, I can't be alone any more. I thought to myself, pleaded with my dream lover to release me from the enchantment. Of course, I thought I was pleading with my subconscious, little did I know. Hands worked at my belt, but I was no longer thinking, I was no longer really aware of how far it was going in the ally, all I could feel was the sensations of being touched, real touch, not a dream world. I felt a bite to my neck, sharp and intense, and I let out a hiss in response, feeling frantic, frantic with the need to be fucked. Maybe it was not time yet. The voice, smooth like honey and just as sweet spoke into my mind. My pants were open, a large hand gripping my cock now fully, I was so achingly hard, I hurt and my hips rocked, my body tense as I clung to my lover, clung to Kenneth I had to remind myself. Then you lost your chance, I don't belong to you any more! I need to move on with my life, Damnit! I felt near tears as I thought, torn between the eroticism of the touch I was receiving, and the thought of loosing my dream lover. "We have to go to my apartment before I fuck you in the alley." Kenneth's words snapped me back to the moment, and I panted, nodding my head dumbly, silently. "Excuse me." Came a voice I recognized, and for a moment I groaned, sighing inwardly at my mind continuing to play these tricks on me. That is, until Kenneth turned his head at the sound of the voice. My head snapped up, it wasn't just in my mind, that voice was real this time. "As much as I enjoy watching you two go at it, I'd kindly like to take what is mind home with me now." He continued on in a conversational tone. An Endless Dream Because Kenneth was standing in front of me, I couldn't see the face of my dream lover. A man who seemed to be real, the fact I was hearing his voice making my mind reel, my body burning. I shifted out of Kenneth's grip and zipped my pants up, trying to right myself as best I could because I didn't know what else to do. "Wait a minute here, man, Sean wants to go home with me, you lost him, deal with it." Kenneth said, puffing himself up a bit to look threatening. I didn't know what to do, I was in too much shock to think, or talk, or do much of anything. And then I realized that Kenneth probably thought this was my ex boyfriend I had told him I'd broken up with. "Wait, wait. Kenneth, I'm sorry, I have to talk with him." I said, taking a deep breath when his head snapped towards me, anger, confusion and lust shinning in his eyes. "I have to, look, you'll probably see me around." I said to him, but I knew I wouldn't. He knew it too, because he carefully stepped back from me, drawing in a shaking breath and nodded his head tightly before turning and walking away, well, almost stomping really. That's when I finally took a deep breath and turned my head to the man who'd been invading my dreams. It couldn't be him, I told myself. But when I looked at him, I saw those shoulder length curls, and the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. He smiles to me, his sensual lips pulling into a smile that melted me to the very core of my soul. He was so handsome, ruggedly so, yet there was an air of chiseled perfection to the way he moved, the line of his jaw. He just stared at me, not speaking, because I think if he spoke he knew I'd come undone. "You're not real." I stammered out, swallowing hard. "You know I am." He replied, and his voice made me melt, that sweet sound, so rich and intense. I felt myself beginning to fall before I realized my legs had given out on me, and just as I was certain I'd hit the ground, he was there catching me. His body was warm, and as large as I remembered it, and I felt my heart beat speed up. "I am real." He whispered to me, his face coming to gaze into mine as he lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. Now, I'm not a big guy, but he shouldn't have been able to lift me like I weighed no more then a child. My eyes widened and he smiled again, that twitch of his lips that showed his amusement. "I am strong." He commented, and I nodded dumbly. I didn't speak as he carried me, honestly, I didn't care where he took me, I didn't care what he did with me, all I could do was watch him, watch his face, the way the wind picked up his hair and tousled it playfully. He was more beautiful then I could have guessed, and I stared at him, memorizing his features, memorizing his face so I would never forget them again when he disappeared this time like he had every time. "I'm dreaming." I whispered, and he shook his head. "I have to be." "You are not." He said simply, pushing the door of an old Victorian home open and stepping into a room sparsely appointed. "We are home." He whispered to me, and his head tilted down as if to kiss me. My lips parted, and I let out a whimpered sigh, my eyes fluttering closed. But after a moment, I realized he wasn't going to kiss me, and hurt lashed through my chest. I opened my eyes and he was carrying me to the back of the house. "Let me go." I whispered, and he ignored me. "Let me go, damnit, now!" I said, shoving at his chest, and he paused mid-step, glancing down at me with confusion in his eyes. "You heard me, let me go, now." "I thought that this is what you wanted, Sean." He said, his smooth voice sounding confused. "You wanted it for real, you wanted me to take you for real?" he blinked his lovely eyes at me and I wanted to cry. "This isn't real, if this was real you'd have come to me long before this." I spat out, shoving away from his chest until he let me down, frowning deeply. "You confuse me." He said softly, "I thought you wanted me to come to you here." He reached out to touch me and I slapped his hand away. "How the hell are you in my dreams? In my head?" I asked, ignoring his words. "I..." He began, then looked confused again before frowning. "It is what I do." He said, seeming much less sure in this world then he ever had in my dreams. "Oh, you just invade men's sleep in the middle of the night, showing them great sex?" I snapped, suddenly angry. This man had been in my head, seen my innermost desires, my heart. He'd taken my love, and he'd been here all along, able to come to me while I spent agonizing months alone, missing him. I was pissed, so very angry. "Yes, that is what I do." He nodded, and I felt my heart shatter even more. I wasn't even special to him. I spun on my heals and made for the door, furious, ready to go find Kenneth and fuck his brains out, to forget all of this. But before I could make it to the door he was standing in front of me, moving faster then I could focus on. I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes going wide. "Wait Sean." He said, sounding commanding. I hissed at him angrily, trying to push past him, but he just wrapped his arms around me and drew me into his chest while I struggled to get free. "I'm not normal." He said softly, "I'm not... not normal." He repeated himself, as if wanting to say something else but unable or willing to let it escape his mouth. "I have to do that to survive, invade dreams." "What the hell are you?" I growled out, trying to stem my tears and heart ache with anger. It was working, but only marginally. This was the man I'd been in love with for the last five months, he just wasn't scaring me no matter how odd he was. I couldn't be afraid of him if my life depended on it. "You would not believe me were I to tell you." He whispered softly, "I only wanted to give you what you wanted." He said, his voice sounding strained to my ears. He wasn't telling me the whole truth, I could feel it in my bones, and I didn't know how I knew, but I did. "And?" I asked simply, stopping my struggling, my head against his broad chest, listening to the frantic Thump, Thump, Thump of his heart beat against my ear. "And I did not wish for that man to have you." He said slowly, "You belong to me." He said, his arms tightening around me a little bit as my breath hitched in my throat. "How could I belong to you if you have never touched me before tonight? What gives you the right to feel jealous of another man?" I growled, feeling furious. "And what do you mean that you have to invade dreams to survive?" I tacked on the end, not certain I wanted to hear the answer to the first question. "I... I am not normal." He said again, groaning, and I reached up and pinched his nipple hard between thumb and forefinger through his shirt, causing him to hiss out in pain. "Tell me the truth." I demanded to know, and he let out a soft sigh, releasing me so that he could hold me at arms length, gazing into my face searchingly. I looked back, drinking in the beautiful sight of him. "I am not human." He said slowly, biting his lower lip. I blinked, but said nothing, waiting for him to continue. "It sounds... trite, but it is truth." He sighed. "I am what your world has termed incubus, though I am not evil, I simply am." Still, I said nothing, so he continued on, looking uncertain. "I feed off of sexual energy, and I perpetuate it. That is how come you are always so aroused when awake, always feeling the need to relieve the pressure." He said slowly, and I grimaced, feeling manipulated. "So why do you have to do it through dreams?" I asked, not even trying to wrap my mind around what he was telling me. It just was, I knew I'd deal with it when I could contemplate it. "I can do it any way that I choose." He began, "But dreams are simple, they do not require seduction in the same manner, they do not require the same effort. It is not as satisfying, though it is ... more accessible." Now I felt even worse, and it must have shown on my face. "You are unhappy." He whispered, his hand coming to my cheek, and I turned my head away, breaking eye contact. "So I'm food to you." I said simply, "Let me go please, I need to go home." I wanted to run away, my heart was shattered, I was in love with him, and he wanted to eat me. And not in the good way! He didn't let me go, and I didn't fight him, I didn't care what he did to me right then, I just wanted to go home, I just wanted to cry and I didn't want to do it in front of him. "You are my food, yes." He said slowly, looking distressed. "Why do you wish to leave?" "Because I don't want to be your food, I don't want to be something that you eat and then forget about till you're hungry again." I said, sounding a little dull even to my own ears. "I do not forget about you, Sean." He said, and I shrugged slightly. "Have you ever come to me when you weren't feeding?" I asked then, glancing up to see his reaction. "No." he said quietly, and I pulled free of his arms. "I'm going home, stop coming into my dreams, I don't want to be you're food, I'm not you're privately hand fed milk cow." I snapped, pushing past him and going to the door. He stood there, staring at my back as I yanked open the door. I didn't know where I was, as I'd been memorizing his face he'd been walking fast and I was completely lost. "Sean, you are not my ... milk cow." He called out after me, I ignored him and started down the steps, leaving the door open, wrapping my arms around my suddenly cold body. "Sean," he called again, "I can not come to your dreams if you tell me not too. Do not leave." He called after me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the sob that welled in my throat, and kept walking down the street, ignoring him. "Sean, do not leave." He said again, and I refused to look back, but some how I knew he was on the porch, watching my departing back. My heart ached, I was so in love with him, and I never even knew his name. It hit me, I was just food to him, he never told me his name, he hid his face from me in all our dreamed of encounters, and never once did he take me facing him, nor did he ever kiss me. All this time, I'd thought my dream man was a construct of my mind, and I just had kept him anonymous so when I found the right man I'd be able to put the face to the dream. I didn't know, I was so confused, so hurt. It took me a long time to find myself back to a main road, it was well after one in the evening by this point, and salty trails marred my cheeks from the wind drying my tears to my flesh. I licked my dry lips, and gazed around numbly, then walked to a gas station on the corner, using the pay phone to call myself a cab. I never spoke but to give the cabi the address of the club, and when he dropped me off I fished my keys from my pocket and walked towards my car. I wondered briefly if Kenneth was still in the club, but it was only a momentary thought as I unlocked my car and got in, starting on my way home. When I got there, I walked up to my apartment, pushing the door open and began to get out of my clothes. I closed my eyes and walked blindly to the bathroom, sobs breathing through finally in the confines of my own home. My home, my sanctuary, no one would see me sobbing there; no one would hear my heart breaking there. I went to the bathroom, and got in the shower, turning the water on so hot I could feel it burn my flesh, but I didn't care. I needed that slight pain to help me think, to help me get past the pain in my heart. That's where it came out, I cried, I pounded against the wall with balled up fists, I felt my body tremble, and when I was completely spent, when I could cry no longer, the water began to cool and my skin cooled with it. I let the spray cool my face, I waited for it to turn icy, drenching my body with the soothing effects, and finally I got out, walking drenched to the living room, my hand rubbing over my face. I knew I looked like hell, my eyes all bloodshot and red, but I didn't care. Walking to the window, I tripped over something, and putting my hand out to steady myself I looked down to see what it was, but I realized I'd never turned on the light. I leaned down to see what it was, touching blindly in the dark, only to find a shoe on the floor. I touched it, squeezed it, and feeling rather dense after a moment I realized there was a foot in the shoe which I was absently fondling. My hand traveled from the shoe up to the ankle, the leg, and when I realized it was indeed a person I stumbled back words with a muffled curse. "Who's there?" I said, peering into the dark. "You will not let me come to you in dreams, so I must come to you in person." His voice echoed softly in the darkness of the room, making my chest contract. "How'd you get in here?" "You left the door open, Sean." He replied, and I realized he was probably right. "I did not speak correctly when I was with you." He continued before I could tell him to get the fuck out. "You are not just food." It seemed to take him effort to get those words out. "Or I would not have come after you tonight, Sean. You are more important to me then food." "Yeah," I said, "That's why you never let me remember your face, why you never kissed me, why you never fucked me facing you." I growled, wanting to reach out and hit him. I didn't, but I wanted to. "I will do those things now, Sean." He said, and I heard him standing, saw his outline as he stepped towards me. His hands cupped my face, tilting me up, and he hesitated. "I did not want to feel for you, Sean. I did not want you to love me. Sometimes we can not control what happens in our lives, but it does not mean it should not happen. At first, I came to you for food, you were as you said, my hand fed private milk cow. But I continued to return to you, and I do not know why. You grew on me, I craved you, others did not sate me the way that you did, and soon I was coming to you every night, feeding my fill on you, drinking from you. I did not think you would feel my need and mistake it for love." He said, and I jerked my face out of his hands. "Get out." I ground my teeth, and he sighed. "I will not go." He began again, "I have misspoken once again." He said, "I thought that you had mistaken it for love." He said, "but when you were intent on fucking that boy tonight, I was out of my mind." He paused for a moment. "Jealousy, you called it. I have never been jealous before." He took my hand in his and raised it to his chest, pressing it over his heart. "And when I felt your pain this evening, I knew I had done wrong. I do not know how to make it better, but you can not throw me out of your dreams, nor your life, Sean." He left my hand at his chest and moved to cup my face again, stepping closer to me. "I realized, that I loved you as well. You belong to me," my heart was hammering, stuck in my throat with what he'd do next. "And I belong to you." He whispered, bringing his warm mouth down upon mine. A strangled sound clawed its way up my chest and out of my mouth, and I kissed him frantically, my hand clenching in his shirt and pulling his body flush with mine. His arms circled my body and he held me, devouring my lips, drinking me from the mouth down as I struggled to get closer to him. He lifted me in his arms, walking towards the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss, while I wrapped my legs around his still clothed body. I was hard already, his admission of love enough to mend my broken heart, at least marginally. He broke the kiss and panted softly, resting his forehead against mine as he stopped at the bed. "I will not feed if you do not wish it, I will be just a man with his love, if that is what you want, Sean." I nodded my head, and he groaned softly, laying me out on the bed, then working out of his clothes at the maddeningly slow pace he'd always done everything in my dreams. "I need you, now, I need you to fuck me, I need you inside of me, don't take me slowly, don't take me carefully, make love to me like you'd drown without me." I told him, staring up at his outline in the dark, then I turned and switched on my bedside lamp, looking up at him. "I don't want you faceless." I whispered as explanation, he simply nodded his head. He understood. "I am drowning without you, Sean." He whispered, kicking off his shoes and pants. I looked at him, he was so beautiful, as if cut from stone. He was all hard planes and angles, muscular and strong, unlike any man I'd ever been with. There wasn't a soft spot on his body, it was as if he'd worked out every day of his life, but I knew instinctively that he had not. My eyes traveled down to the length of his cock, hard as marble and just as straight, thick and imposing. I'd never taken anything that size before, but I didn't care, I wasn't afraid of it, I wasn't afraid of a little pain so long as he was inside of me. "Am I too large for you?" he asked, and I looked back up into his eyes, he seemed concerned. "I have not had real sex in a very long time, I simply stuck to dreams, where people were uninhibited." He explained, and I shook my head. "No, you're just right." I said, reaching my hands out to him, calling him to bed. The bed dipped as he got on his knees, moving his body over mine, blanketing me in his warmth, his abdomen and his cock rubbing against my own. It was exactly how it was in the dreams, though I knew that it wasn't the same. He wasn't feeding on me, yet that electric sensation was still there in his touch, he still played my body like a harp. His head tilted down to brush kisses over my chest and I moaned, his lips captured one of my nipples and my fingernails scrapped against his shoulders. His teeth bit into my flesh, and I arched against him, letting out a sharp cry at the bit of pain with the mingled pleasure. It couldn't have been more perfect. It was the first time we were making love, yet it was really hundreds of time we'd been together, and I was reminded of this fact as his hands roamed over my body, finding all my most erotic zones and playing them to his advantage. He peppered my chest in sharp needy bites, and I squirmed and moaned beneath him. I loved being bitten, there was something so erotic in being marked by the man you love, and he catered that need in me. My hands slide down his back, scratching red welts into his flesh and he bucked against me, I knew he enjoyed it when I scratched him, I knew he loved to be touched as much as I did. My hands played over his ass, and for the first time, even in our dreams, I let my fingers slip between his cheeks, playing at the tight opening of his body. He gasped, pressing back against the touch. Never before had I known he liked it, and he pulled back to look in my face, smiling slowly, then kissed me again, a long intense slow thing that was nothing if not completely frantic, needy, wholly loving and completely possessive. I couldn't wait any more, I knew logically that the foreplay had been brief, almost non existent, but I couldn't wait as he kissed me, I knew I needed him inside of me or I'd shatter. My hand flailed towards the bedside table, opening the drawer blindly to get out a bottle of lubricant. When he pulled back to see what I offered him he looked confused, tilting his head to me as he took it. "Use that, it will help ease you into me." I whispered, and he opened the cap, rolling the lubricant around on his fingers for a moment before grinning suddenly, nodding his head in understanding. He coated his cock, then his fingers, then moved them to press against my ass, I rocked up, opening to him as I watched his face, and then two large fingers entered my body and my back arched, my eyes closed and I panted for breath. It burned at first, taking so much so soon, but I loved it. He moved his fingers within me, finger fucking my ass as I writhed on the bed beneath him, fists balling into my coverlet. Each thrust he curled his fingers, bumping my prostate, and I began to groan, then groans to turn into high pitched uncontrollable cries. I was close, and I shook my head. "If you keep going I'm going to cum." I panted out, and he grinned down at me, continuing anyhow. An Endless Dream I tried to hold off, I tried, honestly, but as he took me with his incredibly lubed fingers, sliding them in and out of me, I knew I was lost. My head thrashed from side to side, and my chest rose and fell quickly with the anticipation of climax. I wanted him inside of me, I needed him inside of me! It was beyond my ability to articulate those words however, and soon my back was bowed up completely as I hit the point of no return. That's when he pulled his fingers from my body, and I cried with dismay, but only for an instant. His hands lifted my hips, and suddenly I felt him slam home, hilt deep within me. There was nothing, no breath, no sound, no bodies any more for a moment, and then suddenly all sensation came flooding back into me all at once. It was so intense that I screamed, a full fledged out of my mind, crazy for years scream. It burned, being taken so quickly like that, but it mingled with the pleasure of climax and soon I was clenching around him, continuing to scream out my pleasure, the agonizing sweetness of it overwhelming my senses as he stayed still and let me ride through it. I thought it would never end as my cock pumped stream after stream of thick cum onto my stomach and chest, my fingers raked at his shoulders, and he leaned over me. When I finally began to come down from the intense sensation, I panted, my eyes tightly closed for a few more minutes, and then slowly opened to look up at him. He was watching me, tears in his eyes, and as I watched him watch me, one fat tear escaped his eye and rolled slowly down his cheek to fall to my own. I reached up and brushed his cheek with one hand, my entire body trembling, and he leaned over me to kiss my mouth as I held his face in the palm of my hand, devouring my lips in his slow and sensual manner. "I love you." He whispered softly against my mouth, and then suddenly he was moving again. I rocked with him as he took me slow, drawing out of me then thrusting back into my tight body. Each time he did, it hit my button and I shook against him in reaction. He smiled against my mouth, continuing to kiss me. "I love you." My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me, my legs moved up to wrap around his waist as he drew in and out of me. It went like this for a long time while he allowed me to build again. I never had a chance to grow soft, and never had I been able to cum twice in a row with another lover, though I had no doubt that's what would happen with my dream. Soon, however, he began moving quicker, I could feel the sense of urgency in his body. He wasn't in control any more, and suddenly his hands moved to my arms, sliding them above my head, lacing his fingers with mine as he pinned them to the bed, looking down into my face as he took me harder and hard. He moaned, gasped, and even whimpered, matching me sound for sound, need for need, love for love. Every inch of his body was mine, and mine was his. I knew this instinctively, I belonged to him and he belonged to me. "Yes!" I cried, one hoarse word, my head turning to the side, eyes closing as he fucked me harder, quicker, deeper. Each pass had me writhing, my arms pushing against his strength, but he held me steady, held me still and tight. He began to get frenzied, taking me roughly, and I moved against him, building higher and higher. He cried out, and I knew he was seconds away, maybe less, and his pleasure spurned mine on. He arched his back, baring his body to mine, and I let out another cry, not quite the scream that I'd used before, though this was no less intense. I felt him thicken within me, and I nearly sobbed with the clear intense need for him to fill me up. His cock twitched within me and he began to pound, harder, making me feel as though my body was going to split apart with sweet agonizing pleasure, and then he screamed, cried, and my fingernails bit into his wrists as he exploded hot and thick into my body. I followed directly afterwards, writhing on the bed like some out of control wonton thing, my panting breaths coming out of me for what seemed like ages, eons, but I knew had to have only been a few seconds. Seconds turned into minutes, and then I was carried down gently to normalcy as he laid his warm chest against my cum covered body, releasing my wrists and wrapping me in his arms, his face buried in against my shoulder and neck as he inhaled my scent, and I drew in his own, wrapping rubbery limbs around him again, wanting him close. My love, my heart, my everything. After a long while of silence, of just enjoying the touch of our bodies, I finally broke the silence. "What's your name?" I whispered. He didn't draw back, he just nuzzled closer to my neck, kissing my flesh. "I do not have one." He whispered, "No one ever named me." "Why not?" I remember asking gently. He sighed softly, "I wasn't born like you, I had no parent to bestow me with a name." he said quietly. I thought about it for a long time, and then nodded reluctantly. "Can I name you?" I whispered to him. Carefully, he drew back, searching my face with his beautiful green eyes. He seemed surprised, and then his face softened as he nodded his head. "If you would like to, I would be honored." He said to me quietly. I thought for a long time, and he watched me silently as I did, one hand stroking the side of my face, and when I finally looked up at him, I whispered. "Dream. I'll call you Dream, because that's how you found me, its how I fell in love with you, and its what you are to me. My endless Dream." He smiled, a bright smile that lit up his entire face, making him appear almost boyish in his innocence. "Dream." He whispered, nodding his head. "Thank you, my love." He whispered, and then he kissed me, and it began all over again, and again, and again. I don't think we slept that night at all, simply filled ourselves with love and lovemaking. 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