September 17, 2007

Dreams, featuring Surial and Kade from Sean Michael's Windbrothers

Every time the lash fell, the women screamed. It burned, it always burned so, the skin splitting raw and wet beneath the leather. It smelled, the metallic bite of blood covering the filth and fear and fury that pressed in all around him.

Kade couldn't see, couldn't remember where he was, which pen, which camp, which master. Was he owned, being sold?

Being punished?

Performing?

Lost and confused, colors and faces whirling around him, Kade fell into what he knew, the agony of straps cutting at his wrists, the rhythm of the lash decorating his skin, the screams of the women.

The screams of his people.

The screams of his mother, her hair turning to flame about her.

Her face, blackened and blistered, mouth open.

His screams.

When Kade woke, his body ached, tense and sore. His cheeks were damp, head throbbing in the darkness.

He slid from the bed and stumbled outside into the moonlight, falling hard to his knees as he fought to catch his breath, calm himself.

"Kade?" The lilting call came from the bedroom, a gentle warning that his One was awake, followed by the soft sound of bare feet against the stone.

Warmth gathered beside him and the hand that fell to his shoulder was hot, he could feel the outline of each finger burning into his skin. Surial curled his fingers then and squeezed gently.

"Another nightmare?"

Kade nodded, eyes closed, the images of flesh and flame clear within his head. "’M all right. Didn't mean to wake you." His voice sounded shaken and pained, the normal low rumble erased by distress.

"I'm glad you did." Surial didn't attempt to hold him or crowd him, just that single hand hot on his skin, beginning to move now, a slow glide up and down his back, soft and soothing, crossing the scars that covered his back.

That touch relaxed him, eased the hard knot that had been squeezing at his chest. He leaned into Surial's warmth with a sigh that was more than part sob. "Sorry."

Surial made a soft, soothing sound in the back of his throat as he went to his haunches and gathered Kade into his arms, hands moving slowly along his cold skin. It took a few moments, but finally he recognized the sound Surial was making, it was the noise he himself might make to calm a skittish colt or soothe a frightened mount.

He let himself sink into those sounds, into Surial's arms. Kade felt the nightmare lose its hold, intensity lost. His body, finally feeling the cold and shock, began to tremble, muscles jumping and twitching.

Surial's breath was warm against his ear. "Are you ready to go back in and get warm again?"

"Yes, please." He felt weak, a bit dizzy and unnerved. He stood, grateful for Surial's presence as they made their way back into the house.

Instead of putting him back into bed on his side, as Kade has expected, Surial pulled away the covers from the side that he slept on, encouraging Kade to lie down. He did so and was immediately surrounded by the scent of his lover and the barest hint of warmth from where Surial had lain.

Then Surial was blanketing Kade with his own body, warm and pliant, heavy enough to be solid, real, without making him feel penned in.

Kade floated quietly, breathing deeply, filling his lungs with Surial. He reached out, tracing the soft, smooth, unscarred skin with delicate, searching fingers. "Love you."

"And I love you, my lion." Soft lips nuzzled at his skin. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. Just a dream, a ch'wan brought by the demons of the past." Kade shivered again, his scarred back rubbing against the sheets. With a sigh, he pushed the memories away, focusing on his lover's lips and weight and sweet touch.

"What can I do to help you?" Surial's fingers stroked gently over his sides, not quite tickling.

"Just love me, my One." Kade wrapped strong arms around Surial, holding him close, moaning softly as Surial's caresses continued.

"I can think of nothing that would be easier, my lion, nothing that would give me more pleasure."

The tip of Surial's nose was cold as he nuzzled into Kade's neck, mouth finding the veins that carried the pulse of his life beneath the skin.

"Oh..." It was delicious, that touch, the brush of lips against his throat and Kade shifted, full attention captured by that mouth.

Surial sucked as if trying to pull Kade's blood into himself through Kade's skin, tongue playing now and then over skin that was growing more sensitive by the moment. When Surial began to hum, it was all Kade could do not to scream.

Suddenly, unbelievably, he was painfully hard, aching, pushing up against Surial desperately, seeking friction and release. "Surial, love. Help me."

Surial's lips claimed a piece of skin over his heart, the words "always, my lion" were whispered against him before his lover moved down, sliding down his legs until his cock was engulfed.

He arched, a scream torn from him as he was surrounded in heat. Kade couldn't see, couldn't hear -- knew nothing but the feeling of his lover and the pounding of his own need.

The suction increased and Surial's hands slid to his hips, encouraging them to move, asking him to take what he needed.

Burning, Kade was afire, thrusting into Surial's sweet mouth, burying himself within perfect heat again and again. The air was flavored by sobs and whimpers, a foreign song delivered in his own familiar tones.

Surial was not satisfied with that though and his hands slid over Kade's skin, moving between his legs to gently cup his balls and then back, moving behind them, sliding along sensitive skin before breaching his body.

He didn't know where to go, which way to move as his body caught flame. Kade spread his legs, tilting his hips, even as he continued pushing up into Surial's mouth. "More. Please. I need more."

Immediately a second finger joined the first, curling in his body and touching him deep inside, sparking pleasure inside him again and again. The pressure built within him, swelling impossibly.

With a growl, Kade reached down and grabbed Surial's shoulders with rough hands, pulling him up until their eyes met. "Take me. I need you inside me."

Then Kade raised his knees, offering himself, body begging. "Please. In me."

Surial's eyes glanced over at the side table where they kept the oil and then returned to his own as his body was filled with his lover's hot length.

"Yes!" The stretching burn of Surial's cock within him was sweet and smooth and perfect and more than he could bear. Kade convulsed, groaning as he spilled his seed between them.

Surial bent and anointed his lips with a sweet tongue, slipping it into his mouth in soft benediction before pulling away again. Surial began to thrust, a short, quick rhythm as he drove himself to completion within Kade's body.

"My beautiful Surial. Love you, my One." Kade reached up and traced Surial's angular jaw, fingers making love to his face.

With a soft whimper, Surial came, body pushing deep into Kade's, face pushing into his touch. Kade closed his eyes and gathered Surial close, his lover above him, within him, around him.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." There was soft laughter in Surial's voice, and love and that deeply satisfied tone that Kade loved to listen for when they made love.

Sleep was calling to him, his body relaxing bonelessly into the mattress, one hand trailing along Surial's spine. Maybe this time, with his lover close and warm, there would be no dreams.

"No dreams."

"I'll guard them for you. Only good dreams."

"My One. So good to me." Behind his eyelids, he could see his Surial, fierce and determined, keeping the horrors away, letting him rest, giving him peace.

"Always." A soft kiss to his shoulder accompanied the word, and a little wriggle as Surial made himself more comfortable.

Kade sank into sleep, his hands and heart full of his One, his own.

He dreamed of sun-dappled forests the color of Surial's eyes.

End.