Fanfiction: Sweet Dream
Title: Sweet Dream
Fandom: Viewfinder
Characters: Yoh, Fei Long
Pairing: Fei Long x Yoh
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: YAOI, graphic sex, reversed roles (uke!Yoh); PWP, no plot, pure smut, set after the events in "Finder no Rakuin" (after the two were lovers for quite some time IMO).
DISCLAIMER: Characters and original story belong to Yamane Ayano sensei. What I write is pure fiction and I make no profit from it.
Summary: dream and reality get mixed up in Yoh's mind and fantasy...
Author's Notes: this is my first time writing a pure smut (I mean, I've written smut in my fics before, but there was always a little plot, unlike this time, and I wanted to try something different). And I know I'm breaking canon by making Yoh be the uke, yet I like to imagine them as switchers, and I like Fei Long's dominant side.
Thanks a lot to krambi003 for beta reading this ^_^ thank you my friend, if this is appreciated, is also thanks to your help ^_~
I hope you'll like this short piece. Let me know your opinion, comments and critics are equally welcomed ^_^
Hands ran all over his body, caressing his skin, as gentle as the touch of a feather, and impossibly arousing.
They moved slowly on him, teasing sensually, giving him a glimpse of heavenly pleasures, before stopping for one second or two, enough to make him moan in frustration and need. Then they resumed their sweet and cruel teasing.
The man was trembling under such sweet torture.
He gasped, his breath becoming heavier from lust, as long and elegant fingers toyed with his nipples, twisting them.
A moan left his lips, red and swollen by so many kisses and bites.
It felt good. It felt like heaven.
There was not a single part of him that did not receive the sweetest pleasures, not one single inch of his skin left neglected. He could feel his lover's lips on his nipples, his hands stroking him between his thighs and on his firm buttocks, caressing the tender skin hidden there, slightly touching the tight and twitching opening, the secret door to sinful desire.
He felt those insatiable hands all over his body. He knew whom they belonged to, yet he felt them touch him in so many places at the same time that for a second he doubted they could all belong to just one man.
Yet he didn't think about it too much, allowing his mind and body to surrender to the pleasure those skilled hands gave him.
The gasps and moans that left his throat were suddenly silenced by a pair of sweet lips.
His beautiful and desired lover was now on top of him, kissing him passionately, a honey-sweet tongue invading his willing mouth. The assault to his lips was long, and eager, and forceful, to the point of leaving them both breathless, forcing his attacker to break the kiss, gasping for air.
Their glances locked, flames of lust sparkling in their irises, as he looked up at his lover, whose eyes were devouring him.
He shivered as those ebony locks of hair caressed his skin lightly. He reached out to touch it, feel its softness on his fingertips, stroke his lover's porcelain skin...
As he ran his fingers through that mass of raven silk, his lover's lips descended on his neck. Their erections rubbed together, huge, and hard, and needy of everything lust had to offer, the man on top of him demanding it from his lover's body, he surrendering willingly, glad to fulfil that request...
Take me… Please, take me…
Slick fingers travelled down his belly to his groin, to end their journey between his spread thighs, then between his cheeks, finding again his opening and slightly touching it. The touch made his whole body shiver: he gripped the silky sheets tightly and bit on his lower lip, preventing himself from making more sounds, from moaning shamelessly.
Two of those fingers slipped inside of him, rubbing against his sweet spot, again and again. The velvety lips of his lover now wrapped around the head of his engorged member, added to the agonising pleasure of having those skilled fingers twist inside of him, made him toss his head back, this time unable to hold back a moan.
He could have died from this pleasure… it felt like a dream…
His legs were risen and spread even wider, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, and, without delay, his lover penetrated him with a hard thrust.
His screams of pleasure echoed in his ears and on the walls as his lover kept mercilessly thrusting into him, sliding so deep inside, each movement, strong and powerful, clouding his sight and mind with lust and shattering his control and consciousness, making him writhe helplessly under him.
It was useless to try to hold back his moans, nor to delay his orgasm, now that he was being rammed in such a brutal pace, his whole body on fire.
At one particularly hard thrust, he let out a frustrated, keening moan.
More… he silently begged.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, his body ready to explode…
Aah…
His lover was now masturbating him deliciously, squeezing and stroking his erection as roughly as he fucked him…
God, it felt incredible, he was so close…
…So close…
…
Yoh woke up suddenly, breathing heavily.
He was covered in sweat, and shivering from head to toe, like he had been hit by a giant wave and brutally thrown on the shore.
What a dream… he thought, still lying on the soft sheets, eyes still closed. He did not look around, trying to keep the memories from his dream in his mind for as long as possible, wishing they were real…
Still keeping his eyes shut tight, he reached out below, between his legs, feeling the unmistakable hardness of a needy erection.
Reliving his dream with the man he most wanted to do those things to him, he slipped his hand inside his underwear and, slowly stroking his member, started from where his dream had left off… alone…
Then he felt it.
A cool hand gently caressing his inner thighs.
Then, swatting away Yoh’s hand, it started to move slowly up and down his erection.
Yoh’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and he froze when his glance met those deep, lustful amethyst eyes he had so intently just dreamt of.
With predatory moves, Fei Long pulled the silky covers away, exposing Yoh’s nakedness to his hungry eyes, and climbed on top of him, pinning him down as he kissed him deeply and thoroughly.
Yoh, stunned, kissed back tentatively, as the very hands of his dreams stroked his erection, expertly and very gently, from time to time squeezing a bit harder and rubbing a thumb on the slit.
Moaning helplessly under his former master’s ministrations, a part of Yoh’s mind was still wondering what the hell was Liu Fei Long doing here, in Taiwan, on his bed, pleasuring him.
He was not sure he was fully awake. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him…
A scream of pleasure escaped his mouth as he shuddered and came releasing his frustrated desire, a scream that died on Fei Long’s beautiful lips as he bent down and kissed him ferociously, with all the lust both of them had repressed for months. This time Yoh returned the kiss with passion, forgetting all the questions crossing his confused and clouded mind.
When their lips parted, Yoh still panting, starting to recover from the delicious orgasm Fei Long had given him, the Baishe leader bent his head again and licked the stains of semen on Yoh’s stomach and chest, swallowing and savouring every single drop of it.
This must be a dream, Yoh thought again, keeping his eyes closed. I must be imagining things… he’s not here…
When Fei Long raised his head again, and Yoh opened his eyes, expecting that heavenly vision to vanish instantaneously, their glances met, this time for real.
Yoh looked up at his lover’s face, enraptured, enjoying the caress of that waterfall of black strands of silk on his skin, moaning quietly at the feeling.
His lustful dream was nothing compared to this reality.
The beautiful, dangerous Dragon licked his red lips sensually, a predatory grin on them.
Glancing down, between his lover’s legs, Yoh saw his erection, still trapped in his trousers, still needy and unsatisfied. With a small smile, he unzipped those black pants and slipped a hand inside, not finding the obstacle of any underwear to prevent him from reaching his prize easily. A low moan left Fei Long’s lips as his manhood was caressed at a slow, torturing pace, his former subordinate surely planning on making him lose control.
While being so skilfully stroked, the Baishe leader grinned deviously. “What were you dreaming, to arouse you so much, Yoh?” he asked all of a sudden, his voice low and erotic.
“You…” came the honest answer, uttered almost inaudibly, as Yoh kissed his lover’s neck, gently sucking on his alabaster skin.
“Were you so lonely without me, that a dream was enough to satisfy you?” he asked teasingly, smiling. “I can’t possibly allow that.”
Elegant yet strong hands pushed Yoh down on the mattress. His legs were once again spread wide and he wrapped them around his lover’s waist, ready to receive what he had been yearning for.
He looked up once again at a very aroused Fei Long. The spark in his eyes promised him a whole night of debauchery and excess.
It’s going to be a long, sleepless night, Yoh though with satisfaction, as he felt his lover’s hands all over him.
And he surely would not mistake that reality with any dream again.
Fandom: Viewfinder
Characters: Yoh, Fei Long
Pairing: Fei Long x Yoh
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: YAOI, graphic sex, reversed roles (uke!Yoh); PWP, no plot, pure smut, set after the events in "Finder no Rakuin" (after the two were lovers for quite some time IMO).
DISCLAIMER: Characters and original story belong to Yamane Ayano sensei. What I write is pure fiction and I make no profit from it.
Summary: dream and reality get mixed up in Yoh's mind and fantasy...
Author's Notes: this is my first time writing a pure smut (I mean, I've written smut in my fics before, but there was always a little plot, unlike this time, and I wanted to try something different). And I know I'm breaking canon by making Yoh be the uke, yet I like to imagine them as switchers, and I like Fei Long's dominant side.
Thanks a lot to krambi003 for beta reading this ^_^ thank you my friend, if this is appreciated, is also thanks to your help ^_~
I hope you'll like this short piece. Let me know your opinion, comments and critics are equally welcomed ^_^
Hands ran all over his body, caressing his skin, as gentle as the touch of a feather, and impossibly arousing.
They moved slowly on him, teasing sensually, giving him a glimpse of heavenly pleasures, before stopping for one second or two, enough to make him moan in frustration and need. Then they resumed their sweet and cruel teasing.
The man was trembling under such sweet torture.
He gasped, his breath becoming heavier from lust, as long and elegant fingers toyed with his nipples, twisting them.
A moan left his lips, red and swollen by so many kisses and bites.
It felt good. It felt like heaven.
There was not a single part of him that did not receive the sweetest pleasures, not one single inch of his skin left neglected. He could feel his lover's lips on his nipples, his hands stroking him between his thighs and on his firm buttocks, caressing the tender skin hidden there, slightly touching the tight and twitching opening, the secret door to sinful desire.
He felt those insatiable hands all over his body. He knew whom they belonged to, yet he felt them touch him in so many places at the same time that for a second he doubted they could all belong to just one man.
Yet he didn't think about it too much, allowing his mind and body to surrender to the pleasure those skilled hands gave him.
The gasps and moans that left his throat were suddenly silenced by a pair of sweet lips.
His beautiful and desired lover was now on top of him, kissing him passionately, a honey-sweet tongue invading his willing mouth. The assault to his lips was long, and eager, and forceful, to the point of leaving them both breathless, forcing his attacker to break the kiss, gasping for air.
Their glances locked, flames of lust sparkling in their irises, as he looked up at his lover, whose eyes were devouring him.
He shivered as those ebony locks of hair caressed his skin lightly. He reached out to touch it, feel its softness on his fingertips, stroke his lover's porcelain skin...
As he ran his fingers through that mass of raven silk, his lover's lips descended on his neck. Their erections rubbed together, huge, and hard, and needy of everything lust had to offer, the man on top of him demanding it from his lover's body, he surrendering willingly, glad to fulfil that request...
Take me… Please, take me…
Slick fingers travelled down his belly to his groin, to end their journey between his spread thighs, then between his cheeks, finding again his opening and slightly touching it. The touch made his whole body shiver: he gripped the silky sheets tightly and bit on his lower lip, preventing himself from making more sounds, from moaning shamelessly.
Two of those fingers slipped inside of him, rubbing against his sweet spot, again and again. The velvety lips of his lover now wrapped around the head of his engorged member, added to the agonising pleasure of having those skilled fingers twist inside of him, made him toss his head back, this time unable to hold back a moan.
He could have died from this pleasure… it felt like a dream…
His legs were risen and spread even wider, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, and, without delay, his lover penetrated him with a hard thrust.
His screams of pleasure echoed in his ears and on the walls as his lover kept mercilessly thrusting into him, sliding so deep inside, each movement, strong and powerful, clouding his sight and mind with lust and shattering his control and consciousness, making him writhe helplessly under him.
It was useless to try to hold back his moans, nor to delay his orgasm, now that he was being rammed in such a brutal pace, his whole body on fire.
At one particularly hard thrust, he let out a frustrated, keening moan.
More… he silently begged.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, his body ready to explode…
Aah…
His lover was now masturbating him deliciously, squeezing and stroking his erection as roughly as he fucked him…
God, it felt incredible, he was so close…
…So close…
…
Yoh woke up suddenly, breathing heavily.
He was covered in sweat, and shivering from head to toe, like he had been hit by a giant wave and brutally thrown on the shore.
What a dream… he thought, still lying on the soft sheets, eyes still closed. He did not look around, trying to keep the memories from his dream in his mind for as long as possible, wishing they were real…
Still keeping his eyes shut tight, he reached out below, between his legs, feeling the unmistakable hardness of a needy erection.
Reliving his dream with the man he most wanted to do those things to him, he slipped his hand inside his underwear and, slowly stroking his member, started from where his dream had left off… alone…
Then he felt it.
A cool hand gently caressing his inner thighs.
Then, swatting away Yoh’s hand, it started to move slowly up and down his erection.
Yoh’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and he froze when his glance met those deep, lustful amethyst eyes he had so intently just dreamt of.
With predatory moves, Fei Long pulled the silky covers away, exposing Yoh’s nakedness to his hungry eyes, and climbed on top of him, pinning him down as he kissed him deeply and thoroughly.
Yoh, stunned, kissed back tentatively, as the very hands of his dreams stroked his erection, expertly and very gently, from time to time squeezing a bit harder and rubbing a thumb on the slit.
Moaning helplessly under his former master’s ministrations, a part of Yoh’s mind was still wondering what the hell was Liu Fei Long doing here, in Taiwan, on his bed, pleasuring him.
He was not sure he was fully awake. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him…
A scream of pleasure escaped his mouth as he shuddered and came releasing his frustrated desire, a scream that died on Fei Long’s beautiful lips as he bent down and kissed him ferociously, with all the lust both of them had repressed for months. This time Yoh returned the kiss with passion, forgetting all the questions crossing his confused and clouded mind.
When their lips parted, Yoh still panting, starting to recover from the delicious orgasm Fei Long had given him, the Baishe leader bent his head again and licked the stains of semen on Yoh’s stomach and chest, swallowing and savouring every single drop of it.
This must be a dream, Yoh thought again, keeping his eyes closed. I must be imagining things… he’s not here…
When Fei Long raised his head again, and Yoh opened his eyes, expecting that heavenly vision to vanish instantaneously, their glances met, this time for real.
Yoh looked up at his lover’s face, enraptured, enjoying the caress of that waterfall of black strands of silk on his skin, moaning quietly at the feeling.
His lustful dream was nothing compared to this reality.
The beautiful, dangerous Dragon licked his red lips sensually, a predatory grin on them.
Glancing down, between his lover’s legs, Yoh saw his erection, still trapped in his trousers, still needy and unsatisfied. With a small smile, he unzipped those black pants and slipped a hand inside, not finding the obstacle of any underwear to prevent him from reaching his prize easily. A low moan left Fei Long’s lips as his manhood was caressed at a slow, torturing pace, his former subordinate surely planning on making him lose control.
While being so skilfully stroked, the Baishe leader grinned deviously. “What were you dreaming, to arouse you so much, Yoh?” he asked all of a sudden, his voice low and erotic.
“You…” came the honest answer, uttered almost inaudibly, as Yoh kissed his lover’s neck, gently sucking on his alabaster skin.
“Were you so lonely without me, that a dream was enough to satisfy you?” he asked teasingly, smiling. “I can’t possibly allow that.”
Elegant yet strong hands pushed Yoh down on the mattress. His legs were once again spread wide and he wrapped them around his lover’s waist, ready to receive what he had been yearning for.
He looked up once again at a very aroused Fei Long. The spark in his eyes promised him a whole night of debauchery and excess.
It’s going to be a long, sleepless night, Yoh though with satisfaction, as he felt his lover’s hands all over him.
And he surely would not mistake that reality with any dream again.