"I wonder where this one leads..."
As Finian entered the cool darkness of the cave, flickering flames set in the wall and shielded by glass chimneys. At first the rock beneath his feet was rough but as he continued forward, it grew smooth, then was covered by a soft red carpet. Stone walls gave way to wood and led to a long hall. Fin didn't even know if he was still in a cave. Doors began to appear, first one, then more, until the hall was lined with them. Every door had a small window with a wooden shutter hiding what was behind it.
The teenager hesitated, but walked over to the first door. After he went through it, he opened the window's shutter, letting him see back into the hall. A soft moan made Finian straighten, hand still on the door. He couldn't seem to stop himself from turning to see who'd made the erotic noise.
The voice had been startlingly familiar.
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Finian found himself gazing at the long bare lines of Alistair's body. The Nightmare was completely nude, his hair like an ebony and blue waterfall down his back. He had a smaller man pressed against a wall. The man's legs were spread and he stood on his tiptoes. Their bodies shook with Alistair's sinuous thrusts.
The human crept closer, unable to stop himself. He didn't know why it was so important to know who the other man was, but it was suddenly the most important thing in the world.
Alistair threw his head back in ecstasy and Fin was fascinated to see Alistair's familiar face softened by youth. He looked about sixteen or seventeen. His cheekbones were softer, his cheeks rounder.
When the smaller man looked back over his shoulder at Alistair with lust-lidded eyes, Fin saw he was about the same age. The stranger’s hair was an inky purple streaked with green, tied in a quickly failing braid. The crest on his forehead was a jagged star.
"Gods, Simon..." Alistair moaned.
Finian had mixed feelings about what he was seeing. He felt a surge of lust seeing Alistair in such a state, even if it was a younger version. He also couldn't help but glare at the one called Simon, feeling a stab of jealousy. In the end, he felt the crushing weight of inadequacy. He couldn't give that kind of satisfaction to Alistair. Not as he was now. Not quite yet.
Simon tugged on a pair of pants. "Come on," He called, walking to a desk Finian hadn't noticed. "You keep distracting me and we'll never get this done."
"Me?" Alistair sounded affronted. "You started this!"
The two bickered good-naturedly as they slowly faded from view. Finian was alone in the room. It lasted a moment and then Simon and Alistair were with him again, clothed this time.
Just as the scene began to repeat itself as if it were on a loop, Fin backed away, back out the door, wondering where to go next.
"So do all the doors hold these kinds of memories?" He wondered aloud.
Finian pressed forward, no longer tempted to peek into any of the rooms he passed. The hall finally ended in another door. There was no window on this one, it was solid dark wood. Finian hesitantly opened it, bracing himself for what he might find. Fin let out a deep sigh of relief when no fornication was evident in the very normal looking room. There was a couch and a desk, as well as a computer and a few bookcases. A thick ornate carpet covered the wood floor. It looked like a den. He waited, but no one magically appeared, much to his relief.
He was definitely surprised when the door opposite him swung wide and an apple-cheeked little boy with platinum blond hair and eyes like sapphires darted in. A little blue oval with an infinity symbol within in it was in the middle of his forehead.
He took one look at Finian and a gap-toothed grin split his face.
"Daddy!" he shouted as he bound across the room to wrap his arms around Fin's waist.
Finian fell to his knees, stunned to silence as he held the little boy in his arms. He didn't even know when tears began rolling down his own cheeks. But, he wiped them away and lifted the boy up as he stood back up.
"H-Hey sweet one." He responded softly as he began to gently pet the soft platinum hair and rubbed the child's back.
"Daddy," the little boy said worriedly. "Don't cry. Are you sad or do you have a hurt?" The blond held Finian's face in his small hands. "Do you need Father? He always makes you smile all big and funny."
Fin let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, I think I need your father." He told him. "Why don't you go get him for me?"
As soon as Finian set the boy's feet on the floor the little blond was scooting out the door, calling loudly for his father.
"Father!" He shouted as he ran. "Daddy needs you! He's crying and I don't like it!"
Fin sat heavily on the sofa. The little boy's hair was just the same shade as his before he had dyed it, and he had the same pale skin as well. The teen suddenly wished he'd asked the little boy his name. Finian knew this wasn't real, but it still seemed important, somehow.
The other places he'd been seemed to hold memories and things from the past. Where the heck was Finian now?
Fin nearly jumped out of his skin as the door swung open with such force that it slammed into the wall, lodging the knob in the plaster. A wild-eyed Alistair charged through the doorway. This version seemed to be a bit older than the Nightmare he knew.
"Fin!" the Nightmare shouted. "Where are you bleeding? Keep the injury above your heart!"
The little boy scooted in behind him carrying a small white metal box with a ruby plus-sign on it.
"We'll save you, Daddy!" the little boy shouted exuberantly.
Fin shook his head and rushed over to hug Alistair tightly. He didn't care if it was an illusion of a futuristic Alistair. At that moment, all he wanted to do was hold on tight.
"Alistair..." He sobbed into his chest. He wanted nothing more than to see that imagined future as reality someday.
As he cried, he was overwhelmed with vertigo. He blinked blearily as it slowly passed. He was still held in Alistair's arms, though they were back on the waterbed.
"I've upset you." Alistair's voice was heavy with sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Fin."
"Would you...?" Fin questioned with a shuddering breath as he wiped away his tears and looked up at the Nightmare.
"What can I do?" Alistair said gently. "Ask anything."
"Would you really wait for me?" The teenager asked.
"As long as you need." Alistair brushed Finian's hair from his damp eyes. "Can I ask what upset you? I'm so sorry I hurt you."
"I wasn't upset, I was just...deeply moved." He confessed. "Your thoughts on our possible future together were absolutely lovely."
"Thank the gods." Alistair's body relaxed, pulling Fin backwards with him to sprawl on the pillows. "I was so afraid I'd hurt or upset you."
"My tears may have been due to your amazing vision, but that doesn't mean that I was pleased the entire time," Finian pointed out as he poked at Alistair's chest, a grumpy expression forming on his face. "Just who was that 'Simon' person?" He practically demanded before his voice fell to a mumble. "I don't like his face."
"Simon?" Alistair's brow furrowed. "You saw a memory with him. He's one of my oldest friends. Now he's practically my right hand back at home." The nightmare smiled. "He handles things when I'm here with you."
"Right hand, is he? Oldest friend indeed..." The teenager grumbled, his jealousy rising. "If you care about him so much, why be here with me?"
"Are you jealous?" Alistair couldn't fight his grin, though he knew Finian wasn't likely to appreciate it. “Of Simon?”
"Is there any reason I shouldn't be?" Fin retorted, sending the Nightmare a heated little glare.
"You have nothing to be jealous of." Alistair pulled Fin close, though the teen turned his face away and crossed his arms across his chest. The nightmare wasn't deterred. "Simon and I realized that we were much better friends than lovers. We stopped fooling around years ago."
"...How old are you now?" Fin asked hesitantly.
"Twenty-four." Alistair answered.
"Still sounds like you were 'fooling around' with him for a good few years," He grumbled.
"I haven't touched him since I was eighteen." Alistair said seriously, trying to catch Finian's gaze. "And I haven't, and won't, touch another since I've met you." The nightmare's eye's flashed. "The only one I want to touch," long fingers traced Fin's cheek, "is you."
Heat immediately rose to the teenager's cheeks as he remembered just what kind of situation he was in. Did he really have any right to reprimand Alistair his past conquests when he couldn't bring himself to be the one to bed him? Just what was wrong with him? A strange sadness welled up inside him, mixed with frustration and fear.
"I...I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Whatever for?" the nightmare looked bewildered.
"I shouldn't be so miffed about who you slept with in the past, not when I can't even..." He trailed off and glanced to the side, unable to look the Nightmare in the eye.
"I kind of like that you're jealous," Alistair admitted with a little nip to Fin's shoulder. "And you should know, I'd rather be here, like this, with you, than with anyone else who would part their legs for me." He kissed where he'd bitten. "And I'll happily wait until you're ready for that. Until then, I'm more than content to hold you in my arms and take whatever you're comfortable sharing with me."
The teenager's nose began to practically glow red at the very thought. Alistair was so kind and patient. He reached his hands up to cup the Nightmare's face and placed a soft and, admittedly, chaste kiss on his lips.
"Thank you." He whispered.
Alistair's face lit up like Fin had offered him the stars. The nightmare rolled over on top of the smaller man, holding himself a few inches above the startled human. "I have to ask... did you imagine yourself in Simon's place? Pressed against the wall with me moaning your name?"
Finian shook his head even as the blush rolled over his entire face. "No, but I certainly am now..." He whimpered.
Alistair let his lower body drop to press against Finian's. "Someday we can try every position and find which are your favorites."
Fin squirmed beneath him, his mind already supplying him with the images. "E-Every position?"
"Oh yes." Alistair's jeweled eyes seemed to glow. "Would you like me to show you a few? You don't even have to take your clothes off... unless you want to."
"M-Maybe not just yet..." Fin responded. "Tomorrow maybe?"
"I greatly look forward to tomorrow, then." Alistair's voice was smoky and smooth.
The nightmare rolled them again, leaving a startled Finian straddling Alistair's hips. The bulge under him made it clear the nightmare was glad to have him there.
"But I would still make the most of tonight," Alistair purred as his fingers traced Finian's thighs.
"Goodness!" Fin gasped as he felt just how awake little Alistair was. He fought not to squirm, but reached down to place a hand over it in curiosity. How could the Nightmare possibly be this aroused for him? It made no sense. "D-Does it hurt?" He whispered. He never felt the need to touch himself, but he really seemed to want to touch Alistair.
"It aches for your touch." The nightmare shifted his hips, pressing himself to Finian's palm.
The human's breath hitched, but he scrounged up some of his reserve and gently undid Alistair's pants, tugging them down enough to downright gape at the flesh that was revealed. His own shaft was nothing to sneeze at, but Alistair's was definitely larger. It was one thing to feel it against him and another to see it. Fin held his breath as his small, dainty hands pressed against the sides of the length and his fingers curled around the tip.
"Finian," Alistair groaned. "Ah-That feels so good." The nightmare kept his body perfectly still, unwilling to do anything that might frighten off his maiden.
"Quite honestly, I think I rather like touching yours more than mine." He admitted with a blush.
"You've never explored yourself fully, or you wouldn't still be chaste." Alistair let Finian explore him, reveling in every tentative touch. "Never grasped yourself in your hands and stroked, maybe imagining a lover taking you in his mouth..."
"I have imagined...that..." Fin muttered as he began to use both hands to gently stroke and squeeze Alistair's shaft, as if he were memorizing it by touch alone. "I just could never quite translate the 'someone else' part to mask my own hand. My body knew that it was my own hand and not someone else's...and it just never interested me. My hands were just used to wash myself with, that's all. That was their only purpose."
"And if it were my hands?" Alistair asked breathily, hands reaching back to cup the round soft globes of Fin's backside. "Do you think you'd like them touching you, stroking your length, teasing your tip with my fingers?"
The hands on Alistair's flesh ended up squeezing a little too hard.
"O-Oh!" Fin gasped. "I...y-yes. Just not until I'm older."
Alistair gasped, hips bucking once before he forced them back down. The motion made the waterbed roll under them. "Anything you want," Alistair promised, fingers tight on Finian's thighs.
With greater confidence, Fin moved faster, watching to see what made Alistair react strongest. He was so focused he was surprised when the nightmare groaned a warning.
"So close, love..." Alistair's voice was low and rough. "Do you want me to finish? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to..."
The human was eager to see with his own eyes what the present time Alistair looked like when he reached completion.
"Yes, I want to see you finish." He responded huskily.
Alistair let his head fall back to the pillows, submitting to Finian's desires that so perfectly aligned with his own. Alistair didn't close his eyes, carefully watching Fin's lovely fascinated face as he focused on bringing the nightmare pleasure. The teen's deep blue eyes were bright as he watched Alistair.
The Nightmare sucked a breath through clenched teeth. His hips thrusting up once, hard enough to lift Finian. The teen kept his balance, not stopping in his attentive strokes. All too soon, the older man let himself go, a small spot of his essence falling on his own chin.
"Wow," Finian's breath hitched as he carefully clambered over to lick the spot on the nightmare's chin clean. His eyes widened in surprise at his nerve. The shock was so strong that he immediately woke up from the dream.
"Goodness!" He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. He was breathing hard and wasn't surprised to feel that his own shaft was throbbing with arousal. "Just what is happening to me?"
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