[Awake. Raikou had been sitting there, legs crossed, with one of Gau’s slender hands caught between his own, simply watching as his partner slept the sleep of the medicated.
So when the Hitomi blinked on his wrist, and the feed from Gau’s dream caught his attention along with the shear amount of pain his partner was in, Raikou automatically curled over, started whispering soothing nothings to the younger man.
Only…
The dream changed.
And while he couldn’t see it, he could hear it. Could feel it all the more acutely as he knelt there, forehead pressed lightly against the other, Gau’s even breaths mingling with his softly ragged ones as every emotion and sensation washed over him - left him wanting.
Wanting that sense of purity - of clean innocence and belonging, of being needed and desired. Gods above how can he doubt? Can he not see how much I hold back? How much I want him?Worse for the fact that he was feeling it from Gau’s perspective, having his partner moving inside him, above him, claiming him in such a way that was more
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[Layers.
Raikou in the dream, infuriating him with those words.
Raikou whispering soothing things in his ear.
He can't tell which is real and which is a dream, now, not quite fully conscious, his eyes rolling behind his lids and his body giving a slight shake as he's pulled up from deeper sleep.
[It's much later when he's actually awake and able to respond, and the video shows him with a yukata half-falling off his slender shoulders, a slightly dull-sleepy look in his green eyes.
There's a blush on his cheeks, but he feels as if not responding would be unfair, as much as he's harassed other people over their dreams.]
... everyone wants to f-fuck their mentor, don't they?
[Gau stumbles over the dirty word, blushes, because he can't help it.]
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So when the Hitomi blinked on his wrist, and the feed from Gau’s dream caught his attention along with the shear amount of pain his partner was in, Raikou automatically curled over, started whispering soothing nothings to the younger man.
Only…
The dream changed.
And while he couldn’t see it, he could hear it. Could feel it all the more acutely as he knelt there, forehead pressed lightly against the other, Gau’s even breaths mingling with his softly ragged ones as every emotion and sensation washed over him - left him wanting.
Wanting that sense of purity - of clean innocence and belonging, of being needed and desired. Gods above how can he doubt? Can he not see how much I hold back? How much I want him?Worse for the fact that he was feeling it from Gau’s perspective, having his partner moving inside him, above him, claiming him in such a way that was more ( ... )
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Raikou in the dream, infuriating him with those words.
Raikou whispering soothing things in his ear.
He can't tell which is real and which is a dream, now, not quite fully conscious, his eyes rolling behind his lids and his body giving a slight shake as he's pulled up from deeper sleep.
His voice comes out barely audible, a mumble.]
Always have... have your way...?
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[Another gentle kiss brushed across Gau's lips, reassuring despite the feelings from the dream still sliding through his body.]
Sleep...sleep now and get better. There's time, Gau, so sleep...
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He thinks so.
The words are a little hazy, but it's Raikou's voice, and it's so soothing.
my heart...
He's sure he heard that. Well, not quite sure, maybe. But he wants to believe he did.]
Mm.
[And then silence, blessed rest.]
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...yours, huh? A bit possessive, are you?
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There's a blush on his cheeks, but he feels as if not responding would be unfair, as much as he's harassed other people over their dreams.]
... everyone wants to f-fuck their mentor, don't they?
[Gau stumbles over the dirty word, blushes, because he can't help it.]
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Hmn, I wonder. You certainly seem to have it in mind.
Is he not very accepting of this attention, that mentor of yours?
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He's been taking care of me since I was thirteen years old, and that sort of... makes him a little... uncomfortable with the idea.
Back to that difference between childhood as a civilian and as a shinobi. Innocent sweet little me seems too pure for him to touch.
[He rolls his eyes, showing his opinion of that.]
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