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The evening twilight dulls the senses, and so it took him several moments of staring at the shadow man thrown up on the wall to realize that only one of those descriptors was in fact correct, and a painful second of concentration more to assign a name to that face, which prodded his head with seeming familiarity.
"Hibiki-kun.“ he finally said, voice smaller than he would've wanted it to be, turned coarse by the day's persistent cough, which he had only managed to shake about an hour earlier. "What are you doing here?“
Silence followed, nearly stiffling. Maybe he'd been mistaken, and shadows truly were only that, the morphine in his veins breathing life into childish dreams. He blinked, trying his best to concentrate on the figure against the tell-tale signs of an incoming headache.
Which was when his vision was snatched from him, two big hands surprising him from behind. "Guess who!“ an all-too familiar voice rasped, and a shiver went through his body. "But no, I suppose you already did! How very impressive, to beat me at my own game, and only as expected of my talented playwright... Let this Hibiki Wataru show his admiration through your weight in stars!“
Eichi noticed the hands leaving his face almost mournfully, and yet at the same time a spark of excitement burned up in him at the sight of the tiny plastic stars that started congregating in Wataru's palms, of all colours, slowly growing into mountaneous structures, and then impossible to hold onto anymore, overflowing and bathing his lap in kaleidoscope rainbows.
"Amazing...“ he whispered, finding himself very much caught in the childish whimsy of the moment. For a second he thought of reaching for those hands with his own, but that seemed nearly blasphemous. And even despite all the wonder he was still aware that he'd managed to get an asnwer as to the who, but not as to the why.
Before he could inquire as to his guest's intentions once again, he found himself suddenly saddled with the other's chin on his shoulder. Ah. Weeks of making personal acquaintance over crude plans and even less sophisticated magic tricks had worked to lighten the impact of Hibiki Wataru's utter disregard for personal space somewhat, but there was still a difference between sitting too close and whatever embrace this was forming to be. He swallowed.
"Fu fu~ You must forgive me the impudence, for as you see, I seem to have misplaced my body.“ The words ran over the skin of Eichi's throat. He kept his gaze on the shadow on the wall. "Indeed, I have shrunk to only hands and voice! And what is a man to do without his body... Why, cry for the folly of his earlier self, who never managed to grasp the joy of his situation.“ His voice dropped, low enough for Eichi to understand what followed less as words and more as the movement of the other's lips against his skin. "In light of my suffering, would you lend me yours? Just for tonight ♪“
Somewhere inbetween the third and last syllable of the request Eichi had realized his predicament, the reason the shadow on the wall was still moving even without a light source, the motivation behind the tone of the other's words. Quite obviously, he must have fallen asleep at some point, despite the coughing fits, and now he found himself in the healthy realm of dreams boys grew familiar with when they turned into teenagers.
So there was no reason to refuse Wataru, or to feel particularly cofused about the direction his visit had taken so suddenly. Or to have his blood rush to his face, which it still did. "I am aware I still owe you a debt that I will never be able to repay.“ he answered, closing his fingers around some of the plastic stars in his lap. "So I won't spurn you.“
In truth, what he honestly wanted to do was encourage the other in his visions of coquest, but even the unreality afforded by dreams would not let the words cross his lips.
"Oya? You do realize what you have just agreed to, right?“
Eichi blinked again, trying to keep his vision steady against the creeping blur at the edges. How unfair, to be haunted by vestiges of your illness even when dreaming. "Hibiki-kun, I am not so naive that I would not understand what you were implying.“
"My, how despair-inducing, to think your heart has grown so heavy at such a young age that it would reject naivety, which some might say is the last remnant joy of childhood! And what are we if not children? Would you truly turn from wonder, close your heart to Amazing so easily? I find that very sad.“
"I seem to remember Hibiki-kun being the one who suggested doing this in the first place.“
He could feel Wataru's smile burning a mark into the skin of his throat. "'This'? I apologize, for it seems in losing my head I have also lost my capability for reasoning, so I must ask you to indulge me just this once. What is this mysterious 'this'?“
A sudden spell of dizzyness took hold of him, turning the world into an amalgamation of streaks and smudges. Plastic stars suddenly dotted the ground as he sought to stabilize himself with one hand, IV needle turned into an uncomfortable bother by the shift. "Sex.“ he answered, sweat dotting his brow, willing the room in front of him to stop moving. "You were suggesting that we have sex.“
Wataru, who had not been afforded the time to try and help the sick person in front of him (not that Eichi had any right to expect him to), suddenly let his hands rest. On top of Eichi's. "How amazingly straightforward.“ he murmured as he slotted their fingers together. "Why, if I still had my face I would have to blush, even more profusely so than you possibly.“
Eichi stared down at their hands, the only point in the room not prone to nonsensical rotation. Yet it was a different kind of nonsensical, one closer to bewildering than nauseating, a balm to his heart so gentle he was twice over convinced he must be dreaming, for there was no other reason Wataru would otherwise touch him like this. And while their hands were of roughly the same size, they differed in other points; the form of the fingerpads for example, and the small mole sitting in the valley between Wataru's left thumb and his index finger; against the skin of the other his own indoor pallor only stood out all the more.
He had gone on to admire the shape of the other's knuckles by the time Wataru cleared his throat. "You've suddenly gone quiet.“ he said. "Am I to assume you want me to take the lead in this venture?“
He startled, then nodded, once, twice, before he'd even understood the meaning of the words.
"Then let us begin ♪“
The words were accompanied by movement, both of theirs that is, Wataru raising their hands until they remained, floating, in front of Eichi's chest. Understanding the implicit meaning of the movement, he closed his eyes.
"Hibiki-kun, I-“
"Shhh. No such words or worries necessary now.“ came the abrupt answer, Wataru's voice as soft as the touch of a feather, though that did little to soothe his forming headache. "I only require a smidgen of cooperation. Can you count to ten for me?“
He swallowed, still refusing to open his eyes. "Yes.“
"Amazing~“
Their combined hands worked to open his uppermost shirt button. "One.“ Eichi said, the word feeling heavy on his tongue.
"Very good.“
The second button. "Two.“ Almost immediately the third. "Three.“ They continued down his body, Eichi feeling every button like the loss of another layer of skin, counting himself into a state of fragility normally only shared with impersonal doctors, and even more impersonal nurses. And all the while Wataru whispered encouragements into his skin, congratulating him on every number rolling off his lips. Four. Wonderful. Five. You're doing so well. Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
When he reached number ten, their hands stilled before the button. "Open your eyes.“ Wataru murmured. "It would be a tragedy to think you'd refuse to share this moment with me, and though yours truly is known to spin such into comedies, one would certainly rather avoid the unnecessary hassle.“
"Certainly.“ Eichi agreed, still refusing to open his eyes as if the sight wasn't an intimately familiar one. Ah, but this was but a dream. One that he should embrace in its entirety before it burst like a bubble, and he'd find himself back alone in the sterile dark.
So he opened his eyes, watching the last button fall against the combined invading forces of his and Wataru's hands, and his shirt finally fall open. "Ten.“ Wataru said in his stead, following up the word with a kiss on his cheek. "My, but what a surprising sight to expect me, hidden away all the cruel years! The man who has never known anything but stale bread and water suddenly is allowed to feast, and only then does he understand that he had been in fact missing out on the joys of life all along! Amazing!“
Eichi shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, face red, head pounding, knowing even before Wataru rested his hands on his chest what he was referring to. And sure enough, the other started prodding at the slits where buds were supposed to have grown with great enthusiasm. "How adorable~“ he cooed, circling the indentures with one finger each, so light Eichi barely felt the touch. What he did feel was the beating of his heart, punching at his ribcage, more in anticipation of what was to come than current arousal.
Wataru didn't comment on it, though he surely must have noticed. Instead, he dove deeper into his preoccupation with Eichi's nipples, growing bolder slowly, or possibly easing Eichi into it, first the caresses, then suddenly breaking the established rhythm and pinching at the skin, giggling as Eichi yelped. "That the imposing Tenshouin Eichi of fine is hiding away such a cute side, who could've known... Lucky ♪“
He went on to soothe the abused skin with a massage, putting great care into the amount pressure used, and the areas affected. Eichi, whose world never had quite managed to stop spinning in front of his eyes that evening, in turn gradually grew aware of the tiny spark of lightning running across his skin, so feeble they died in nanosecond bursts. He wondered whether they would actually manage to embrace before this dream ended, or if he was cursed to have his one and only illusion of sex with Hibiki Wataru consist of only frustratingly slow nipple play.
"Hibiki-kun.“ he said. "Can we move on?“
"...My, you really aren't very good at this whole seduction business, are you?“ The words were accompanied by another playful flick across his nipples, a scratch of the fingernails, and now Eichi did feel a deeper heat gathering, some sort of lover's embrace between pain and pleasure letting a gasp escape. "Is this really so awful?“
Eichi stayed quiet as Wataru continued with a reinvigorated enthusiasm, former ministrations apparently just a warmup for the main course as he poked and prodded and pulled, all none too gently, but with the sudden expertise to coax further sounds out of Eichi against his will, like a conductor the orchestra. When Eichi let his gaze fall to the scene of the attack he found the skin around the slits swollen red, in accordance to the maddening pressure that was applied to it. His entire body had begun to heat up, and he was beginning to think that maybe he would come just like this, heat pooling in his belly as Wataru did nothing but amuse himself with his nipples and-
And that was when Wataru suddenly retracted his hands.
Eichi blinked, utterly disconnected from any further ties to reality. "Hibiki-kun?“
"A miracle has occured! I've been found worthy to regain my body! Behold!“ A clap like that of a matador next to Eichi's ears, and then he sneezed as the other disappeared in a cloud of sparkling smoke. When he reopened his eyes, he was met with the sight of one Hibiki Wataru, who had managed to reattach the shadow on the wall to his body. He fell into a deep bow, ponytail brushing across the ground. Eichi was disappointed to see him be dressed much as usual, instead of a more exciting sight. Like possibly his Thirteenth Day costume. His chest still tingled. "It is I, Hibiki Wataru, the death-defier and the scourge of Yumenosaki, here to nourish myself on the innocence of its hero!“
Eichi rolled his eyes. There was nothing about Wataru he didn't admire, but this was his dream, and the hourglass' sand would keep falling down while they dawdled. "Come here.“ he commanded, suddenly hurried to kick his pants off, once again finding himself hindered by the IV still attached to his hand. No matter. This wasn't real. The blood wouldn't be there when he woke up, finding himself virginally intact again.
Wataru reacted more to the sight of him ripping the needle out than he himself did, sudden spell of pain gone as quickly as it had appeared, and yet his former enemy came skipping to his bedside almost as if worried, violet eyes big behind fingers held in front of them. "How curious, how lamentable!“ he cried while taking the still bleeding hand into his. "It seems you have hurt yourself in your confusion!“
It didn't matter that his vision was growing hazy again, or that his continuing headache would wake him to the sight of the bucket next to his bed. He was alive, and Wataru was now close enough that he could close his jaws around him and take a bite out of that blissful fantasy that had been shunning him until now.
It was Wataru's turn to yelp as he was pulled down into Eichi's orbit, the celestial bodies crashing into each other painfully, more stars strewn across the ground as if conceived during impact. In his surprise the other suddenly looked years younger, eyes pulled wide, face hovering over Eichi's. And he had never truly believed that Wataru was mortal like he was, and would probably refuse the notion in the future, but in that moment, what he saw was just this. Human.
"What a big mouth you have~“ he whispered, daring to walk his fingers over the other's lips.
Wataru blinked, a second of antebellum bliss before his face fell. Their hands had grown slippery with blood. "Might I suggest we continue this at another point? I fear taking advantage of your current state would truly brand me the villain of this piece.“
Eichi pouted. It was maddening, to find yourself so close and yet so far. "You were supposed to answer with 'The better to eat you with.'“
"I would-“
"Hibiki-kun, I too have my pride, so I won't beg you. But know that I want you, and that you could have gifted me with a few precious seconds of bliss in a life haunted by the shadow of death but refused to do so.“
There was a second of silence, of measuring the other, which ended in Wataru smiling in the manner of the Cheshire Cat. "How wicked~“ he said, and suddenly Eichi found himself caught inbetween the other's arms, one hand resting next to either side of his face. "How am I supposed to refuse you now? I couldn't forgive myself the cruelty.“
It was nearly a mercy, for his vision to have grown so unreliable, he thought. Hibiki Wataru was a sight for stronger hearts than his. This extended to the following touch of his lips to Eichi's, short like the single flap of a hummingbird's wings, barely even a sensation on his skin. And yet. Even so.
"Allow me to borrow your body for just a second longer.“
Anything. He'd been in the throes of madness before, when Wataru had been breathing down his neck, and refusing to do anything about it, the result of their earlier dalliance resting on his stomach, nearly embarrassingly transparent in its meaning. There was no further blood to rush to his head at the sight of Wataru now pulling back in order to take a better look at his cock, one hand on his chin as if studying it. "Cute ♪“ he said, running one finger along the length up to the reddened tip.
Eichi bit his lip. A terrible itch had taken hold of his hand where a scab was forming, and now Wataru's touch sent entirely different sensations to quarrel with said itch for space in his brain, a pleasant if irregular humming of the nerves.
"Before we continue this I feel it prudent to ask you something.“ Wataru said, resting his chin on Eichi's thigh, with half his hair falling over the other. He seemed pensive more than anything. "Am I correct in assuming you want to be the one embraced? Or have I in fact committed an embarrassingly big blunder, and it is in fact you who has dreamt of bending this Hibiki Wataru over and holding him in place by the braid as you carve your shape into him? I will not misgive you either answer, for it is a wonderful thing to be secure in one's desires! Where would humanity be if noone had ever followed the call of his (or her!) heart?“ There was a small pause. "But still, I require an answer.“
Somehow it seemed like Wataru's shadow had doubled in size. "The former.“ Eichi answered, who had in fact never gotten any farther in his land of fantasies than about to the chaste kiss they had shared earlier. He felt as if he had waded into the great big sea, waves crashing around his hips, threatening to take him away to a land unknown to him.
"I see.“ Wataru answered, lightly tracing invisible patterns along the skin of Eichi's hip. "You want to be loved.“
"Love has nothing to do with it.“
There was a split second flash of something in Wataru's eyes, but it was gone before Eichi could name it. "I see.“ the other said then, suddenly jumping off the bed, letting the cold invade. "In that case, it is time we arm ourselves for the mission!“
Eichi watched as Wataru skipped around the nearly empty room, opening the closet, pulling at the drawers of the desk nobody ever used, finally stopping at the bedside tables, triumphantly pulling out a half empty tub of vaseline. "Behold!“ he announced. "We have passed the first hurdle.“ The bed creaked as he sat back down, still fully clothed next to Eichi, who had in the meantime kicked his pants off fully.
He wondered at his subconsciousness' extreme dedication to realism as he raised his hips so Wataru could bunch the blanket underneath them, and then how it could still feel mortifying, to be stared at by those sharp eyes, even in a dream. A few plastic stars dug into the skin of his back. "What are you waiting for?“ he asked Wataru, who now sat between his legs, looking much like a child in front of the christmas tree.
"The magic word of course!“
"Abracadabra.“
"Close, but not that one I fear!“
Eichi averted his eyes. "...please.“
Wataru's low "Very good.“ was the only warning left to him before he felt that first curious touch at his entrance, one finger running laps around the skin. The sensation was more strange than either terrifying or exhilarating, and stranger still when that finger worked its way inside, a bewildering pressure were he hadn't experienced such before.
"My beloved would-be emperor,“ Wataru said. "This lowly fool wonders if perhaps you are familiar with the story of the two princes in the tower.“
"Obviously.“ Eichi groaned, the pressure of the second finger added transforming his experience from strange to lightly unpleasant, stretching skin unused to it. "That villain, ngh, Richard III, threw the rightful- the rightful heir to the throne of England as well, ah, as his brother into prison so he could take the crown for himself, and, and later had the princes murdered. Or that is what they say.“
"Or so they say.“ Wataru had gone on to a sort of scissoring motion, and Eichi to resting his arm on his face. He wondered when this was to turn enjoyable. "Personally, I have been starting to wonder whether dear Dick didn't don the guise of a villain purely in order to protect his beloved England. Think of the havoc an inexperienced ruler could have caused instead!“
"I can't tell whether you are trying to compliment or insult me.“
"Neither.“ Eichi could hear the smile in Wataru's voice, light and soft. "I have only been dealing in light distractions, though I now realize you are too formidable to have a need of those.“
The third finger took lightly unpleasant to painful, though less so than he would have expected. He wiped his slightly misty eyes on his arm, forcing himself to keep still. Which turned impossible when one of Wataru's fingers brushed against a certain spot, Eichi letting a gasp escape against his will, flash of pure white in front of his eyes as he raised his back off the bed involuntarily at the strike of lightning.
"Haah... ah...“
"Found it~“
Wataru seemed to find great pleasure in finding it over and over again while working Eichi further open, the blond feeling himself slowly but surely reduced to a writhing mass of limbs victim to the continuous assault, and the sparks of electricity running through him in turn, leaving any further rational thought impossible, the preoccupation with his physicality too great, in an entirely different way than it usually was. He couldn't tell anymore why he had been embarrassed to be looked at by Wataru before, he only knew that that he wanted him to keep going like this, forever, or better yet-
"Wa- Wata.. Hibiki-kun, ah, I want you inside me. Now.“
Wataru, maddeningly, stopped moving his fingers. When Eichi removed his arm to look at him he found the other's face curiously red. "Certainly.“ he said with a slightly awkward inflection, pulling his shirt over his head, and fumbling with his belt, all while Eichi watched him, half mad, like a fox would watch a rabbit.
It only took Wataru a few strokes to grow fully hard after he'd managed to free his cock, a fact that secretly pleased Eichi immensely. Suffice to say it was beautiful like the rest of him, anticipation turning even the thought of something that big splitting him open romantic.
"Ah, but it seems we have misplaced the condoms-“
"I don't care.“ There was nothing in the world of less import to him. Wataru was going to be inside him.
They stared at each for a second, until finally, thankfully, Wataru relented. "Amazing...“ was the only thing he said before he knelt down, balancing his weight on one hand propped up next to Eichi's rib cage, and slowly guided key to lock. Eichi blinked a few tears out of his eyes at the overwhelming pressure, obviously bigger than what had come before it, but maddeningly slow in its conquest. When he raised his gaze again Wataru was staring back down at him, neither of them saying anything as he pushed further in, until Eichi thought he'd go mad, that there couldn't possibly be more space in his body, and then beyond that.
When Wataru's hips finally lay flush against his skin they stayed still like that for another moment, bursting as Wataru bent down and Eichi met his lips reflexively, feeling so full that he couldn't quite concentrate on meeting Wataru's tongue with his own, saliva running down his cheek as he wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, in a silent encouragement to start moving.
Which he did, maddeningly slow and gentle, a comfortable pleasure slowly spreading out in his body as Wataru tried to keep angling at that magical spot, and Eichi thought of what he'd said before, of wanting to be loved, and decided that 'comfortable' was the last thing he should be allowed to expect from Wataru.
"I am not so fragile that I would fall apart at any touch.“ he said, a drop of sweat running down his temple. "You may move.“
The answer came with the touch of the other's lips to his forehead, and steady hands on his hips. "Far be it from me to say,“ Wataru responded. "but those words seem laced with an assumption of my intentions that is as far from the truth as an ant from the moon!“
This was when he stopped moving entirely, content to just stay connected with Eichi, and the heat and sweat that built up wherever their skin touched. Eichi blinked, bewildered. And then he finally understood. This wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare, and Wataru poised to slowly take him apart with pleasure, open his rib cage with gentle hands and then swallow his heart whole. This was his idea of revenge.
The slow torment continued after a few seconds, Eichi feeling overwhelmed und underwhelmed at once, resting his hand on his stomach where he swore he could feel the shape of Wataru moving underneath his skin, unhurried, as if this was to go on for eternity, and maybe Wataru had that kind of time, but Eichi, whose headache kept blowing chunks of brain matter out of his head, decidedly did not. But whenever he opened his mouth to tell the other so he found himself confronted by a tongue, and at some point the combined powers of heat and pleasure worked his mind into a haze, languid stupidity, and he didn't care anymore that he was shamelessly moaning, just kept holding onto Wataru with slippery fingers and rode the waves of sensations that brought.
Which crescendoed at some point, electricity running up his body and contracting, and then he pulled his eyes open wide as he started coughing, raspy pain in his throat he couldn't surpress, full body painful exhales without the air needed returning to his lungs, a terrible hacking sound, boring his fingers into the skin of his throat as if to pull the compulsion out by hand. But that was wishful thinking of course.
"Eichi-kun!“
He forced himself to move, grabbing at the convenient braid hanging into his face, and pulled Wataru towards him. "Don't, don't you dare stop.“ he hissed, punctuated by another spasmic cough, which ended with blood on Wataru's face, the familiar sight. He didn't care for the worry in the other's eyes, or the way his throat constricted. He was going to end this terrible nightmare-dream on his terms.
It didn't take long after that, Wataru doing as he was told, and Eichi desperately holding onto him as coughs wracked his body, and his vision went blurry. Red star marks dotted his skin, and he was thinking of that point of connection between them, and then the flashes of white kept interrupting his thoughts, accompanied by terribly sweet electroshocks of pleasure.
He gazed up at Wataru, trying to tell him how close he was, but the words wouldn't come out, so he had to trust he would understand, somehow. When he finally fell off the edge, Wataru wasn't far behind him. The few last thrusts were nearly unbearable pinches of reality injected into his post-orgasm dreamworld, but it was worth it, if only to be allowed to watch Wataru fall apart on top of him, refusing to let go of him even after it was done.
He felt feverish. It would be time to wake soon.
"Hibiki-kun, was this a dream?“
Wataru just smiled. "What is life but a dream you are seeing?“