Fanfic: Apparitions (1/1)

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Title: Apparitions
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mikhael/Harley, Mikhael/Tybalt
Spoilers: -
Summary: You can't help who you dream about.
Word Count:
Date First Posted: 01-09-2002
Date Revised: 21-05-2011
Beta: Mattie, Tink.
Awards: -
Notes: Dreamfic. I am so happy with the imagery in this one.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

He knows that he is dreaming.

But dreams are an indulgence everyone can afford, and Mikhael is far from unable to afford subconscious indulges.

His waking life is ordered and precise, and his dreams are filled with colour and soft, pale flesh.

It teases him, beautiful lines and taut skin over sublime muscles, glowing softly in the lamplight. All else is darkness.

He touches his slightly callused fingertips to the prostrate body, marveling at its perfection. Makes the figure writhe under his hands, rippling the bed linen.

Bright scarves of silk flow across his body like liquid, wrapping around wrists, arms, neck, thighs... Dipping his hands in the silk, Mikhael rubs it over tight abdominals, feeling them quiver.

Hands play at his shoulders, pulling him down to meet the slender neck. Mikhael buries his nose behind the ear, and smells cinnamon and sex. His tongue traces a line down the angled jaw, running over a coral pink lower lip. The mouth emits a sigh, begging for more.

He drinks deeply of that that mouth, asking so much of it, before moving on.

Ephemeral hands ghost Mikhael's face, cool and yet infinitely warm. A finger slides across his cheek, like someone drawing an icy blade across his skin.

The hurt is exquisite. But this isn't about physical pain. Oh no.

He tastes of all things wrong with the world. Of pleasure for pleasure's sake. The demand for flesh on flesh is elevated to a primal, instinctive need.

And yet, somehow through that, Mikhael knows that of all the bodies he could have, out of all the bodies he has had, this is the right one. This is the one he wants. The one he needs.

Smaller, smoother than his own, but no less powerful in its own way. With an indomitable spirit he could never hope -- nor ever try -- to tame.

It is flawless. Pearly white skin against his darkness. The contrast is perfect, and with a push, they meld together seamlessly. Like there had never been a time when they weren't together like this.

He knows he is happy here, as happy as he's ever been. And with feverish kisses, he knows the feeling is mutual.

"Mikhael..." a breathy voice whispers, and he knows he is lost in that place where dreams are real.

He maneuvers himself to be able to gaze down onto the sinuously writhing figure. Plush lips bare white teeth in a smile to melt icebergs.

"Mikhael.." the voice utters again, accompanying a throaty chuckle. He runs his fingers down a long nose, over feathery eyebrows. Pulls a few long errant strands of copper-red hair away from jade eyes, and watches his tears splash down onto high cheeks...

***

Mikhael jerked awake abruptly, eyes wide, chest heaving. His sudden movement caused the smaller body curling into his to stir.

"Grmrmmik...?" A sleep roughened voice asked. When there was no reply, messy blond hair crept into his vision. "Mikhael?" Harley's voice asked again, tinged with concern as well as coherence.

Mikhael's dark, blank eyes met Harley's. He willed the tremors of his body to subside, seeing the mounting worry on his lover's face. Though he wished to speak, his vocal chords seemed to be frozen.

"Are you alright?" The brunet managed a lying nod, which Harley didn't believe for a second. "Do you want to talk?" he pressed gently. Firm shake of his head.

Nodding indulgently, Harley brushed a sweat-soaked lock of hair from Mikhael's forehead and settled back down into bed, this time firmly wrapping an arm around Mik's waist.

The brunet waited until Harley was asleep before letting tears of shame collect in blond hair like dewdrops.

 

~finis