Supernatural Fic: "Dream Logic," Original Characters

[sailorhathor]

Authors: sailorhathor and Riguel
Fandom: Supernatural RPG The Second Coming
Rating: Adult17+
Date Written: March 2019
Word Count: Each post will include as close to 10,000 words of RP as we can get, although I'll break it up into stories.
Category: Drama, Horror, Romance
Summary: Dylan and Sacha have a dreamwalking experience like never before, one that seems so real that they aren't sure where the dream ends and reality continues.
Warnings: Language, adult themes, graphic sex between men (OMC/OMC)

Played by Riguel: Sacha, Val
Played by Sailorhathor: Dylan, Skylar, all others

At times, the action may seem to backtrack when one player responds to the other. This is the nature of RP and a story written by two people. I inserted an extra line after each player finishes writing their part to try to help the reader keep it all straight.



"I know there's a part that says 'Love me tender' in there somewhere..." Dylan muttered. "Love you too, babe." Within seconds, he had drifted off to sleep.

"Come back!" he heard himself yelling. "Don't leave me!"

In the distance, Kerry waved at him. She was leaving with the Winchester brothers, who had bought her some cotton candy. They zoomed off on a golf cart, with no intention of taking Dylan with them; he was left to chase after them on foot. They only seemed to be getting further and further ahead.

It was the flowers. Dylan found himself running through an increasingly thickening field of flowers of all colors. The colors made him dizzy, made his body feel stiff. The stiffness increased, and he fell to his knees. "Kerry, don't leave me! I need your help!" Flowers closed around him.

Dylan now felt like he was the catatonic one. Against his will, he turned over on his back and stared up at the blue sky, lying prone in the field of flowers. Tough vines of brambles formed into a briar patch around him; they hardened to form a barrier. There was no escape. He was covered with prickly black vines with thorns that drew blood when touched. Every move created a wound that bled. Dylan found himself with several wounds within seconds, but he hadn't even been able to move.

"Help," he said weakly. The last movement Dylan was able to make was to swing a hand over his head. In this hand lay a set of clippers that would have allowed him to cut his way out, but he couldn't make the movements needed to do it.

Sacha didn’t know if he had fallen asleep before Dylan, but he was fairly sure that they were both sleeping now.

He knew he was sleeping because he was dreaming. That was still fascinating to him, to be aware of dreaming. One more thing he wanted to talk about with his cousin.

Sacha was in his lynx form and running around happily. He had no clue where he was supposed to be, but the air smelled fresh and it was a beautiful day. There were large fields spreading endlessly in front of him. His lynx was running and looking up, chasing after birds and frolicking in high grass.

A moment later, his lynx stopped dead in his tracks. He had heard a voice. A faint sound that resembled too much a whine or a cry. The lynx trotted carefully in the direction of the voice. He knew he was coming closer when he sniffed a familiar smell. Dylan’s smell...

The landscape changed around him. The open field with grass was now dark green. A thick landscape of bushes was making it harder to move around. There was a heavy cluster of them right ahead. The lynx approached and his senses all perked up when he smelled Dylan behind the thick barrier of greenery.

Sacha was now in his human form. He tried to look through the branches where also thorny vines were growing.

“Dylan?”

Dylan looked around. He heard Sacha's voice. Movements slow, like slogging through water that kept freezing around him, he looked toward the bushes. Another thorn pricked the top of his bare foot. "Ooow. Sacha! Sacha, I'm stuck!"

Dylan was dressed, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, but it seemed like his clothes were disappearing, leaving him more and more vulnerable to the stinging cuts of the thorns.

About thirty feet away, the fields gave way to an open room with a bed... with someone lying on it.

Sacha was tall enough in his human form to peek over the bushes. “Dylan!” he exclaimed. “Dylan, what...? What happened?” His boyfriend seemed trapped on the ground, the thorny vines were twisting around his legs and arms, crawling over him. He could see scratches and cuts on his body where some of the thorns had ripped the skin. “Don’t move, I’m going to help you.”

Sacha looked around and then back at Dylan. He shifted into his lynx shape and moved several feet back. The big cat did a short sprint and jumped over the bush that was going around Dylan and trapping him. He landed next to Dylan and changed back into his human form, kneeling by his side. “Jeez, Dylan...” Sacha carefully picked one of the stems, pinching it between two fingers at a spot where there were no thorns. It wasn’t breaking, though. “Damn, they’re strong,” he said. Then his eyes landed on the clippers that were still in Dylan’s hand. “Let me cut them. It will take a while, but it’s the only way,” he said.

Sacha started to cut the thorny stems that were wrapped around Dylan’s body. One at a time, patiently. “How did you end up here?”

"I don't know, I couldn't control my body, and then these vines came and... It's like we're trapped in a fairytale." Dylan gazed up at Sacha with love. "I knew you'd come."

As Sacha began to snip through the vines, Dylan's shirt disappeared. The thorns were free to cut into the skin of his chest and stomach. "Ouch! Ow! Hurry, babe."

Dylan was not yet aware that he was dreaming, or that his mind was responsible for the details of this pornographic fairytale, with its prisons of thorny vines and disappearing clothes.

Sacha continued to cut away the vicious vines, one by one. He freed Dylan’s arms first and then worked on his legs. That’s when he noticed that his boyfriend was barefoot. Sacha could swear that Dylan was wearing a t-shirt but right now, his chest was naked and exposed.

Sacha stopped and moved back to work on his chest. He snipped around Dylan’s upper body and then did his legs.

“Our dreams are usually nicer,” he said as he was working his way through Dylan’s thorny prison.

A few minutes later, which could have been only a few seconds in real time, Dylan was finally free.

Dylan kept saying, "Thank you, Sach," and, "Get this one over here. Ah, that's much better," as Sacha worked on cutting off the vines. He eventually used the word "dream," to which Dylan frowned. "Dream? Is this a dream?" For the first time, he really took a good look around. "Is that why this situation is so weird?"

Although Sacha had snipped through all the vines, Dylan was still lying on several, and they were digging into his back and were under his feet. He reached for Sacha. "Lift me out of here. If I try to stand on my own, I'll get thorns in my feet. There are so many of these vines around me."

Dylan spotted the strange open room with the bed nearby. "Now that's more like our kind of dream. But is there someone on the bed?"

Sacha realized Dylan didn’t know it was his dream. “Yes, it’s not for real. Well... I mean, Val said you can get injured in dreams, so maybe you’ll have cuts from all this when you wake up. I don’t know...”

He did as told and picked Dylan up from the ground so he didn’t have to stand on the vines and hurt himself even more.

Sacha was busy cutting a path through the bush now so they both could get out. His lynx would have easily jumped over the bush, but Dylan couldn’t. For some strange reason - it was a dream so anything was possible - he was wearing clothes even after and before shifting into his lynx, so he was less worried about pushing through the bush opening. He would also have a few scratches, but it was nothing he was worried about.

He let Dylan go first and then followed. He scanned around and saw what Dylan had mentioned before, a room with a bed, and with someone on the bed.

“You want to go and see who is there?”

Dylan frowned. "Maybe since I dreamed up this scenario instead of someone else doing it to me, I won't wake up with injuries? I don't know, I guess we'll find out how all this works."

Sacha lifted him out of the patch of vines and placed him on the ground outside of that area where he could safely stand without getting a foot full of thorns. "Thank you, babe." He pulled a few pieces of thorny vine from his back. "Ow! Damn, that hurts."

Dylan wished that he had a set of clippers too so he could help cut through the bushes, but he didn't, so instead he took an assessment of the injuries all over his body. They were small pricks, but they were big enough to bleed and to hurt fiercely.

He was very glad when Sacha was done cutting them out and they could walk toward the bed where he could sit down. As they got closer, the first thing Dylan saw was a bottle on the nightstand labeled PAIN RELIEVING CREAM. This was something he very much wanted to put on his injuries. But then he stopped at the foot of the bed as he realized who was lying on it.

Lying on top of the covers, dressed in a shirt and jeans, was Rabbit, his alternate self. Either unconscious or asleep, he didn't respond to the two men walking up to the bed and just went on lying there, eyes closed, looking like a slightly younger and less hairy version of Dylan.

Dylan covered his mouth with his hand and giggled in embarrassment. "Um... I'm afraid I did this. It's kind of a fantasy of mine now, since I learned I had an alternate self, for both of us to come onto you at the same time and drive you wild." He looked at Sacha to see his reaction. "He is me, you know..."

"I don't know either, I just hope so," Sacha said while looking at Dylan once they had stepped away from the bush and thorny vines. "We'll need to clean all these wounds if they are real."

It looked painful, and Sacha winced when he saw Dylan's body covered with a large number of little bleeding wounds. "I think I should wake up or... It'd be the right thing to do. I could wake up and see if you're okay in the real world. And if you're not, I'll take care of these while you sleep. Am not sure how to wake myself up, though."

That was another thing he wanted to ask Val. Was it possible to wake up willingly from these kinds of lucid dreams? He seemed to recall Val said he could do that, and he hoped he would teach him.

When they approached the bedroom and saw who the man on the bed was, Sacha's face turned into a rather confused expression. He could clearly see it was Dylan, but at the same time, it was a different looking Dylan, with less facial hair and maybe looking a little younger, unless it was because he was sleeping.

"What do you mean?" Sacha asked when Dylan stated it was his fault. "You mean... You... Want us to... With you other self?" Sacha looked at sleeping Dylan and then at his very awake boyfriend. "You gotta be kidding me," he said with a chuckle.

Sacha went to get the bottle of pain relieving lotion and walked back to Dylan. "Didn't you tell me you alternate self is married?"

Dylan considered his wounds and the dream they had found themselves in, and looked at the bottle of cream. "I seem to have a lot of control over this dream. It's connected to my psyche. Maybe..." He closed his eyes, concentrating very hard to make something happen.

The label on the bottle changed. It now read PAIN RELIEVING AND HEALING CREAM.

Dylan let out his held breath. He read the bottle. "That's about the best I can do."

Blushing fiercely, he looked at Rabbit and then Sacha and couldn't help but laugh too. "I'm incorrigible, aren't I? Well... you know fantasies. Sometimes they're a little... weird?"

"Yeah, he's married. But... uh... okay." Dylan realized they probably weren't going to get it on with Rabbit because this wasn't a normal dream, where his psyche had complete control. "Can he help us put cream on my wounds and then we can try to wake up? This really stings." He held his arms out for a moment, wincing. "Like, a lot."

The sound of their voices woke Rabbit up. He pushed himself up on the bed and looked sleepily at Sacha, then at Dylan. The man visibly recoiled at the sight of himself, and then it registered that it was himself covered in wounds. "What the fuck? You look like me."

"Don't worry about it, it's just a dream." Dylan sat on the bed, spreading his bleeding legs over the sheets. "We got into a jam and now I'm hurt. Will you help put this stuff on my wounds?"

Rabbit read the bottle. "Okay." He shrugged. His eyes looked Sacha up and down. "Who are you?"

Sacha blinked a few times when the label on the bottle he held in his hand changed. “You just did that?”

“I guess it’s fine to have fantasies. It’s just that normal people don’t walk into each other's dreams, so... I would have preferred not to know about this one,” he said.

Truthfully, however, younger and clean shaven Dylan was just as hot as his current boyfriend, but Sacha didn’t want to sleep with him if he was married, not to mention that he wasn’t too keen on sharing his real-life boyfriend with anyone.

“I can help put cream on you, if you want. Why don’t you let him sleep?” Sacha asked.

It was too late, though. Younger Dylan had woken up and looked surprised to see another version of himself sitting on the bed.

Sacha watched the odd interactions between the two blonds and when the other Dylan asked him who he was, Sacha stared at his boyfriend for a few seconds, looking for any clue to say something.

“I’m... Dylan’s boyfriend,” he said tentatively. “In this dream, at least.” Sacha had no idea whether his explanation would make any sense for the other Dylan, but he had been caught off guard and didn’t know what else to reply. Sacha went to sit next to his boyfriend and took the bottle of healing cream that was on the bed before pouring some in the palm of his hand and starting to rub it over the cuts on Dylan’s arms and side, as well as on his back.

Dylan looked at the bottle and finally realized that what he had just done was pretty amazing. "I'm not sure how I made that work. Maybe because it wasn't a big thing for us to do in dreams?"

He nervously chewed on his bottom lip when Sacha said he would have rather not known about this fantasy. "I didn't bring him in on purpose. It must've been subconscious, because I was just as surprised to see him as you were." He kept his eyes down toward the ground. "I hope I didn't gross you out."

Looking at Rabbit carefully, Dylan said, "Maybe it's not really him. Maybe he's a prop I created for the dream, and my real alternate self is awake somewhere. I mean, I reached across dimensions to pull this guy into our shared dream? I don't think so." He rolled his eyes.

Sacha gave Rabbit a strange answer to his question, to which Dylan replied, "You're my boyfriend all the time, everywhere."

Rabbit opened his mouth to say something more, but closed it, and just watched them while Sacha sat on the bed and started to rub the white cream over Dylan's wounds. "Oh, that feels so much better. Soothing. Mm." Dylan closed his eyes and waited for the medicine in the cream to do its work.

As Sacha watched, once the cream had been rubbed in, the wounds began to heal.

"That's amazing!" Rabbit cried. "Is it working because this is a dream?"

"Pretty much."

"Then I'll help too." Rabbit took the bottle and put some cream in his hand. He moved closer to Dylan so he could rub medicine on his legs. "The two of you... Are you really together? I have a... you have a boyfriend?" Rabbit's hand drifted up Dylan's leg, rubbing cream into a wound on his inner thigh. "I can confide in you? This is just a dream? Because I gotta say, I... I really miss men."

"I'm not grossed out, it's just that... Some things are better left unsaid. At least, that's how I feel about this kind of things."

He put a couple of fingers under Dylan's chin and tilted his head up to look at him. "Hey... No worries, ok?"

"It's your dream. I don't know how it works for you. Maybe you were thinking about him and that's why he appears here?" Sacha was pretty sure that the other Dylan who was sitting on the bed with them was that. A thought or a bit of fantasy in Dylan's head. Unless this other Dylan could also dreamwalk, how could he - a real person living in another world or parallel reality - have joined them in this dream?

He gave Dylan an awkward smile when he was corrected and Dylan replied he was his boyfriend all the time and everywhere. Probably his answer had come out the wrong way.

Sacha was amazed when he noticed that the cream was healing the wound and that the various cuts were slowly closing and disappearing as he rubbed the cream on them. But yes, why wouldn't it work? It was a dream after all. Everything was possible.

Sacha frowned when he saw the other Dylan grab the cream bottle and start spreading some on Dylan's legs. It was very weird for him to watch the other Dylan touch his boyfriend's leg, but he went with it, thinking that it would help alleviate Dylan's pain faster.

The younger version of Dylan started to ask his other self questions, about Sacha being his boyfriend. Sacha was a bit distracted when he saw his hand move up a little too close to the hem of Dylan's shorts and crotch. He told himself to keep quiet. It should have been as if Dylan was putting cream on himself. Yes, except that it wasn't Dylan's hands on himself. It was the other Dylan's hands on his Dylan. And now this other Dylan was telling his boyfriend he missed men. What the hell? Was he flirting with his other self now?

Before Sacha had time to think about something to say or do, his lynx took over and made him shift. A few seconds later the lynx was on the bed. He moved his front paws to put himself between his boyfriend and the other Dylan, his back fur standing up straight, and hissed.

When Sacha tilted his head up, Dylan said, "I did it for you, mostly. I thought if there were two Dylans going at you at the same time, it would drive you wild with desire. I really like it when you lose control." He chuckled and then quietly added, "Oh Dylans!" like that would be what Sacha would moan during sex. "You make me feel so good, I want to make you feel that good too."

The other Dylan seemed to have realized that he said too much and tried to backpedal. "I mean, I sometimes miss - " Suddenly, he found himself in bed with another version of himself and a hissing wild cat. Was that a mountain lion? A lynx? "Holy shhhAHHH!" In his haste to get away, he fell over backwards off the bed.

Dylan quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and looked over. "He's gone," he said, and sat in front of Lynxcha. "Lynxcha!" Dylan scolded. He took the big cat's chin in his hand. "Why did you do that? You bad kitty, are you jealous?" Dylan kissed Lynxcha's nose. "You turn back into Sacha right now. I want to talk to him." His tone remained playfully scolding.

*****

With a thud and a grunt, Rabbit Spruce fell out of bed.

He and his wife had been napping after a long day of painting their house. Renae peered over the side of the bed at him, only just coming awake. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was having a bizarre dream and I guess it made me tumble out of bed." Rabbit got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "There was another me there, with longer hair and a scruffy beard, and another guy, and the other me had all these small wounds all over his body." Opening his mouth to continue, he suddenly thought better of it. Mentioning anything related to his bisexual past always had the potential to upset his wife. So, Rabbit didn't lie, but he did edit the dream. "Then the other guy turned into a big wild cat and lunged at me. That's what made me fall backwards out of bed."

Chuckling, she yawned and stretched. "Certainly sounds like a bizarre dream."

Should he tell her what impressions the dream left him with? Sure. This was something Renae would probably want to know. "I have this feeling that Kerry was in the dream, but I missed seeing her somehow. You know how weird dreams can be. You're left with an impression that something happened, but you can't recall details. It's like that." A gentle smile crossed his face. "It felt like she was with her brothers, and she was protected and happy."

Knowing how concerned he had been for Kerry since she disappeared, Renae patted him on the shoulder. "I hope it's the truth, honey."

"Yeah. Me too."

Sacha leaned forward so he could whisper his reply and make sure only Dylan would hear him. “Dylan, I don’t need two of you. I don’t want two of you. I just want you. You are more than enough to make me feel amazing.”

Perhaps Dylan also had another motivation, he thought. Did he want to have a threesome? Did he ever do that with his previous boyfriends or girlfriends? Sacha wanted to ask, but not with the other guy around. That could wait till they would wake up.

Sacha or his lynx hadn’t expected to scare Dylan so much. This was without realizing that this other Dylan didn’t know he was a shifter and wasn’t used to the big cat.

The lynx shook his head and growled when Dylan scolded him. The hunter wasn’t impressed and looked him in the eyes. The cat then let out a pitiful meow after Dylan kissed him on the nose, which the lynx interpreted as Dylan not being mad. Sacha, however, heard him loud and clear and knew that it was only because Dylan was good with animals that he wouldn't get upset at the big cat. That would be his privilege when he’d turn back to his human self.

It wasn’t that easy to let the lynx go and take over when the cat was in this mood, but he tried. He focused and pushed his animal instincts back. The lynx had just enough time to meow once more and then Sacha was back, sitting right in front of Dylan. “I’m sorry. He’s a bit possessive.”

Sacha looked around and didn’t see Dylan’s alter ego anymore. “Where did he go? Is he hiding because of the lynx?”

Lynxcha meowed and Dylan gave him another scolding look. "Don't do that. It won't work." Still, he scratched behind one cat ear and behind the jaw on that side; it was hard to tell if he was really mad. "I still love you. Now make with the human."

Sacha returned, blaming everything on Lynxcha. Dylan also gave him his best chastising look. "Rabbit disappeared when he fell off the bed." Shifting on the bed, he faced Sacha and put his legs over his. "Remember when we made up and you touched my legs, telling me they weren't too skinny? I loved the way that felt." The bottle of cream had fallen on the bed where Rabbit tossed it when he tumbled to the ground. Dylan picked it up and handed it to Sacha. "I'm still bleeding. Here." He pointed to his legs and thighs. "And here." Then his chest.

While Sacha opened the bottle again, Dylan reached out and stroked the side of his head, smoothing down his hair and caressing his cheek. "We both know Lynxcha isn't the only one who's possessive. Baby, why are you so jealous?" He gave him a look halfway between loving and scolding, smirking. "You don't really think I'm going to run out on you with myself, do you?"

When Dylan explained that the other Dylan had disappeared when he had fallen from the bed, Sacha still took a peek around and by the side of the bed, just to check.

He continued to treat Dylan's legs, making sure he was giving him extra touches and caresses besides rubbing the cream on each wound to heal it since Dylan said he really liked it when he was touching his legs.

He thought he'd better shut up about the number his lynx had just done and help Dylan for now, but since his boyfriend didn't let go and asked him why he was so jealous, he didn't have a choice.

"Dylan, it's really not so easy sometimes to get him to listen to me. The more at ease he gets with you and the fact I'm not hiding him anymore, the more liberties he seems to take. I guess we'll get there and find a balance but right now, I do the best I can. And yes, he's probably the really possessive one. He's an animal and as far as he's concerned, you're his. That's it." Sacha continued to tend to Dylan's cuts. "I'm not a jealous person, but... He practically had his hands between your legs," he sighed. Now it was Sacha who had his hand there, rubbing cream on a couple of cuts on Dylan's inner thigh. "That, I didn't like, true. But what would you say if somebody else was touching me the way he was touching you? And telling me he's missing men?"

Sacha stopped what he was doing and looked at Dylan. "You conjured him up in your dream. You say it was for me, but you could have asked me before. I'm not into threesomes. With another you or a stranger. And even if he looks like you and he's... You, to me, he's a stranger. And he's not you. The lynx didn't recognize his smell, just so you know."

Sacha didn't want to argue - gosh, now they were apparently finding ways to argue in their dreams...

He paused, leaving his hand on Dylan's thigh. "Look, I don't think that you're going to leave me for him. But I'm a bit scared of what you want. Is what we have not enough? We've been seeing each other for what? Ten days and... Is this the type of things you want in a relationship? Because I don't."

"I don't mind so much that Lynxcha is possessive; I mean, it's nice to be loved," Dylan confessed. "I'm more worried that he may maul someone one day, or my dog. Do you think he has that in him, or is he going to stick to hissing and growling? Lynxcha will have to share me with Sherman."

"If there was an alternate you and he was touching you and making you moan, I would think it was pretty hot. But that's because I know you're not going to run off with him. If you liked what he was doing for you more than what I did for you, yeah, it would hurt. If you gave him all your attention, I would be jealous, yes."

It troubled Dylan to hear that Rabbit missed being with men enough to say so. Did that mean he wasn't happy with his sex life with Renae? But, this wasn't supposed to be the actual dude - he was a representation of the alternate Dylan. Wasn't he? So was it just a case of Dylan willing him to say things like that to facilitate the threesome? Either way, Dylan now felt uneasy about the marriage of his alternate self. It was a feeling he could not shake.

"Sach, I didn't bring him in here on purpose. It was something I was thinking about earlier and then he was just there in the dream. I guess I don't think of him as a stranger because he's my alternate self." Dylan stroked the side of Sacha's head and over his cheek. "I'm more sexually adventurous than you are. Threesomes can be fun, but not if someone in the group is jealous and miserable over it. I don't want to ask you to do anything that's going to make you miserable."

Grinning, he said, "Now how can you have listened to the way I moan and scream while we make love and think that I'm unsatisfied? Fantasies for me aren't about being unsatisfied. It's just a way for my libido to be creative." Dylan leaned against Sacha, their foreheads touching. "I love you. I'm not going to deliberately make you unhappy for a silly fantasy. Pretend he was never here, okay?" He paused for a moment, stroking the sides of Sacha's face with both hands. "Can I have a kiss?"

The thought that his lynx could one day attack somebody or Dylan’s dog had never even passed through Sacha’s mind. He didn’t have any proof, but he was sure that this would never happen. “No, the lynx will never harm someone like that. He will defend you, like against Steven, but he won’t bite or attack somebody or your dog. Don’t think about it. I know, I... I can assure you.”

Yes, Dylan was definitely more adventurous than him in bed. He was glad that Dylan didn’t insist or continue on the subject. “Some people always want more. Even when they have everything they need or want... They always seek something else, push themselves... I thought perhaps that was what you were going for.” Sacha leaned into Dylan’s touch. “I just want you.”

He moved closer and let Dylan hold his face. “Of course you can have a kiss...” Sacha gave him a kiss, and then another one, and another... Each time with a little bit more passion. “Turn around, I’ll check your back and put some cream there too if you have any cuts.”

"That's what I thought regarding Lynxcha because from day one, he slept in bed with me and never even snapped at me. You can't do that with a regular lynx." Dylan smiled. "I'm glad he's my special cuddle buddy."

"I do have a tendency to challenge myself. I don't know how to explain it; it's not that you're not enough, because you are plenty for me, baby. It's just..." Dylan thought it over. "...I like taking things one step over comfortable. I enjoy being wild and over the line." He shrugged. "It's probably a psychological reaction to growing up in the hunting life. But don't worry. There are plenty of other ways we can be wild and crazy lovers." With a laugh, Dylan tugged at the end of Sacha's hair. "Please don't ever think that I don't want you too, or that I couldn't be happy with only you."

Dylan enjoyed each kiss and the way that they escalated in passion. He kissed back enthusiastically. When Sacha suggested that he turn around, Dylan did, feeling that there were at least a couple bleeding wounds on his back. "Don't forget my chest, and there are still a few on this thigh." He pointed to his right thigh.

Sacha rubbing his skin with the cool cream felt good. Really good. He shuddered and sighed as his boyfriend applied his fingers to his back, making circles with the cream until another wound disappeared.

Sacha nudged Dylan on his shoulder when he was done treating his back. “I’ll do the last few ones on your chest and thigh now, you can turn around.”

He moved a bit to leave room for Dylan to turn and lie on his back. “The other you… He looked a bit younger than you now, or maybe it’s because he didn’t have a beard. Is it how you looked like a few years ago?” Sacha punctuated his question with a couple of caresses on Dylan’s shortly trimmed bearded jaw.

“I’m sorry,” he said a moment later. “I am not the jealous type. I mean… I never was. But with you sometimes, I feel a pull and I feel protective and… Possessive. You’re right, it’s not only the lynx, though I think he’s worse than me, honestly.” Sacha looked to the side and then back at Dylan. “I remember when Seth was jealous, thinking I was seeing someone else and hiding things and… I was hiding something, but it was not what he thought, of course. All that to say I know what it feels to be the object of jealousy, unjustified one. I don’t want to be with you like he was with me. I will not let myself be like that and I’ll try to get a better grip on the lynx. I promise.”

With a smirk, Dylan turned around and draped his legs over Sacha's hips so they could face each other as closely as possible. This made it easier for him to lie down on his back, but for Sacha still to reach him. They were almost crotch to crotch.

"Yeah. I actually had that exact look a few years ago. Shorter hair, clean shaven... You go through different looks as time goes by, you know?"

Sacha apologized. Dylan listened, putting an arm behind his head to lean on. "All I ask is that you try, and that you trust me. Believe that I love you and I would not want to hurt you. I understand that there will be times when someone comes onto me and you won't like it - just don't go nuts and rip their arm off, okay?" Quickly, Dylan added, "That last comment was for Lynxcha."

He bent one leg and waved his knee back and forth, nudging Sacha with it playfully.

Sacha tried to pretend he wasn’t distracted by Dylan’s legs pulling him in. He finished healing the wounds on his chest with the cream and then put a few more drops of cream on the tips of his fingers to rub the last cuts that were on Dylan’s inner thigh.

He moved Dylan’s arm away and sat back a little. His fingers were making little circles over the wound to ensure it was penetrating the skin and the cut, but without pushing, in order not to hurt Dylan. Sacha was careful, but he wasn’t watching was he was doing anymore. Instead, his gaze was focused on Dylan lying in front of him. Sacha eventually felt the cut had disappeared. Dylan’s skin was back to smooth and he couldn’t feel any scar. Sacha then slowly let his fingers slide up the inner part of Dylan’s thigh, continuing with the little circle pattern of rubbing, massaging the inner muscle bit by bit till he reached the hem of his shorts. With the way Dylan’s legs were spread and wrapped around Sacha’s hips, he easily managed to push his fingers inside the shorts through one of the leg openings.

Sacha leaned forward while his fingers maneuvered deftly to the lower part of his boyfriend’s crotch, grazing back and forth over his balls through the fabric of his underwear. ‘’You called me bad kitty earlier… Let me show you… I can be a good kitty too…’’ he purred against Dylan’s mouth between kisses.

While Sacha rubbed the wounds on his chest, Dylan began to shiver and gasp, smiling and letting out contented, aroused sounds. His tan, toned chest rose and fell with quicker breaths. "That feels so good. I love when you touch me."

Then, Sacha moved his hand to Dylan's inner thigh. He sighed and shuddered. "Yes... You're so close..." Dylan whispered cryptically, but he had a feeling Sacha understood.

His fingers rubbed and massaged, causing Dylan to breathe harder in anticipation. He started to make little noises, sighs and moans, soft and sweet. Sacha's fingers found their way inside and brought a louder, shaky breath from Dylan's mouth as they stroked his most sensitive spot through his skimpy jockey shorts. "Mmm... Sacha, baby..." Dylan mewled helplessly. "Good kitty knows all my best spots... "

‘’Yes… I’ve learnt by now…’’

Sacha pushed his hand further and put a tad more pressure on Dylan’s balls as he kept on stroking them. He watched Dylan’s reactions, and smiled at the various signs, sounds, and facial cues his boyfriend was leaving him. ‘’If you were a cat too, you’d be purring right now,’’ he joked.

‘’Want me to tease you some more?... Do something else?’’

Sacha continued to caress him in his favorite spot while his mouth trailed along his jaw line.

"Meow," said Dylan. "Purrrrrrrrr..."

He continued to mewl, arching his back as Sacha's touch became more aggressive. A naughty grin spread across his face. "You know how you said that if I ran, you would chase me?" Dylan reached down and started to pull off Sacha's shirt. "I want you to catch me." With a snicker, he yanked the shirt over his boyfriend's face so he couldn't see, and then jumped off the bed and took off running through the woods.

Sacha was obviously caught off guard when he was left on the bed, his shirt over his head. He heard Dylan’s voice daring him to catch him. When he pulled his shirt down and looked around, he saw Dylan was running away.

Sacha smiled and chuckled, remembering that time a few days ago when they had been running around in the woods in the morning. Of course it hadn’t been funny when they had been interrupted by Sam shooting at his lynx, but he knew the chase and the lynx hunting Dylan down was the fun part the hunter wanted to reenact. And hopefully this time, nobody would interrupt them.

Sacha took his shirt off completely and shifted in his big cat form. His animal vision adjusted and focused on the silhouette of Dylan running away. He jumped off the bed and growled and then began to go after him, fairly confident he would catch up with him fast.

Dylan couldn't stop laughing. He dared to look behind him and saw Lynxcha's sleek form coming after him fast. Somehow, he knew Sacha would shift to chase him because the big cat was such a fast runner. Dylan let out a silly scream, running in a circle, knowing there wasn't any point to trying to escape. He, however, did it anyway.

As he saw Lynxcha coming, Dylan bobbed and weaved before trying to run to one side, looking for a thick grove of trees he could disappear into. "Look! Look! Squirrel!" he cried, pointing at a random tree.

After a few minutes of running, the lynx had managed to catch up with Dylan. Sacha was laughing in his head, seeing Dylan goofing around. The lynx was, however, taking the chase seriously.

He stopped once to assess which way to go to get faster to his ‘prey,’ and then bounced forward and ran again.

When Dylan called out and pointed to a squirrel, the lynx didn’t even lift his head. Dylan was pretty close now and he wouldn’t get distracted by anything. The big cat jumped in Dylan’s direction and was suddenly very close to him. He had to catch him before he could go and hide deeper in the forest.

The lynx sprinted and made one final leap to arrive on Dylan. Sacha made sure his claws were in when his front paws landed on Dylan’s back. The feline hadn’t put his whole muscle and body weight into the push, so he didn’t make Dylan fall forward. He hadn’t yet secured his prey, though. An instant later, Dylan would feel something, a touch of wet nose on the small of his back, immediately followed by something pulling him back when the lynx sank his teeth in the waist band of his shorts, the only thing he could grab him by without hurting him.

Dylan knew he would be caught. It was just a matter of how much fun he could have before the fun changed into sexual fun with Sacha.

Lynxcha came at him. He turned and tried to run, scream-laughing as the cat jumped up on his back. Dylan teetered a little, but managed not to be knocked forward as Lynxcha quickly shifted the center of gravity by moving down his back. In a second, he laughed breathlessly and cried out, "Woohoohoo!" when Lynxcha's wet nose touched the small of his back. Dylan couldn't stop laughing as he realized his shorts were being yanked down, and the big cat was doing it.

"Ooh, you are such a bad kitty right now. You are lucky I don't care about these shorts." Dylan said these things under his breath as he continued to try to run away. What actually happened is Dylan ran in place while Lynxcha yanked and pulled on his shorts and a little of his underwear. There were ripping sounds, similar to the growly sounds of effort the cat was making. Laughing and laughing, Dylan managed to gain about an inch of ground, pulling Lynxcha slightly forward, but a second later his shorts ripped and came down a little more.

If there had been anyone around, they would be currently getting a full view of Dylan's butt. The two spent a few more seconds pulling and yanking back and forth, his shorts and underwear the apparent prize between them.

Dylan was determined to escape, it looked like, or maybe this was just part of the silly game. At this point, he had to bend over and put one hand on the ground, the other trying to keep his shorts up, to attempt to stay on his feet. With his laughter hanging in the air, Dylan's shorts and underwear finally ripped in half, releasing him. He promptly rolled and fell onto the ground, chuckling breathlessly, with the tatters of his clothes around his waist. The leaves crunched underneath his mostly nude body. Dylan didn't even try to get up; he was laughing too hard.

What they had talked about happening next was Lynxcha licking his neck to get him going, but now that they were there, Dylan didn't know if the cat would do it. He hoped so, but Lynxcha was part animal soul, so he might do something else, whatever he felt like.

Sacha was the spectator of his own strange comedy movie. He could see the whole thing unfold before his eyes, or rather the lynx’s eyes. His human consciousness was always in the background of the animal’s mind.

Dylan was of course having fun teasing the lynx, and when he was finally trapped or at least not really in any shape or position to run any further, he had given up, too busy laughing to try to escape.

The lynx hadn’t grabbed the shorts to get Dylan naked, but that was the consequence, because after the shorts, also Dylan’s underwear had apparently been caught by the lynx’s teeth.

Sacha suspected that at this point, Dylan had fallen on the ground on purpose. He recalled how his boyfriend had told him about his fantasy of being chased by the lynx...

The lynx seemed surprised and a little confused when he saw Dylan lying in front of him. He probably wasn’t familiar with the concept of a laughing prey. Dylan was no ordinary prey, though. He was the most willing victim ever. And the lynx wasn’t there to harm him. He was just there to make sure that Dylan knew he was his.

He took a few steps forward, slowly. He watched Dylan and continued to approach. When he was right next to him, the lynx began to smell him. His nose was just an inch or so away from his right leg and knee. Although he wasn’t touching Dylan, the tip of his whiskers were grazing against Dylan’s skin. There were plenty of smells to discover and identify and the big cat took his time to do it. When he was done with the leg, his nose hovered above Dylan’s exposed crotch, then he continued and smelled further up.

Dylan did just lie there, allowing Lynxcha to sniff him. "If I run from you now, you have nothing left to grab but flesh. You could tackle me, but that could hurt me too. So I surrender." He put his hands up, elbows bent, hands palm out beside his face.

Lynxcha's whiskers tickled his knee and leg. Dylan giggled, and as the cat sniffed more private areas, he held his breath. Lazily, he reached out to scratch at Lynxcha's front leg, shoulder, and neck, able to contact higher places as Lynxcha moved closer to his arms and chest.

Dylan had a mental picture of Sacha and himself rolling naked in the dirt, soil all over their backs and the tops of their behinds, and another picture of Sacha fucking him doggie style, their knees pushed into the dirt. Getting dirty had never been so much fun.

The lynx started purring when Dylan caressed him. His throat and neck and the area right behind his shoulders were his favorite spots to get some scratching or petting.

Dylan seemed calmer now; he wasn’t laughing anymore. The cat was less confused. Giggles and laughter were apparently things the cat wasn’t sure how to process. He could see and feel when Dylan was relaxed like he was now. The lynx continued to smell him and started to rub the side of his face against his chest, making sure he covered him in his very own lynx scent, which humans wouldn’t notice, but other animals would.

He slowly climbed on top of him and nuzzled his face in the crook of Dylan’s neck and settled there, his amber eyes half lidded but locked on Dylan’s.

The sound of Lynxcha purring had become one of the most soothing sounds for Dylan; it calmed down his giggles and made him smile. "There's my good kitty. Yeah." He went on scratching and petting where he could reach.

Dylan loved the feeling of that soft fur rubbing against his chest, and then the big paws climbing on him. Then he had a whole blanket of fur covering his upper half. His hands rubbed and scratched up Lynxcha's sides and into the fur behind his ears, eventually settling on massaging behind Lynxcha's jaws, using both hands to make more of that soothing purring sound come out of his throat.

"Hi Lynxcha. Hi my beautiful boy. Does that feel good, huh?" Dylan planted several kisses on the ridge above Lynxcha's nose, making, "Mwah mwah mwah," noises when he did. "I give you kisses, you wanna give me kisses?" He had no idea how much Lynxcha understood, but hoped he would get it and give his neck a good lick.

The lynx moved his head up a tad, allowing Dylan to scratch and rub under his jaws. The big cat closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasurable sensation. If an animal could smile, for sure the Lynx had a very big grin on at that moment.

His purring intensified, and Dylan could feel the vibrations coming from the big cat’s body.

Dylan was all giddy and smiling, giving all his attention and plenty of loving petting to the lynx. At this point, the lynx was putty in his hands. He was allowing Dylan to touch and massage him and even kiss above his nose.

Sacha had a sense that his animal couldn’t understand the words that Dylan was saying, but he certainly understood the tone and the gesture of tender loving care. After a while, the lynx butted his forehead a couple of times on Dylan’s cheek, then he dove and tucked his head under Dylan’s chin. Dylan would feel his slightly wet and cold nose brush against his Adam’s apple and a few seconds later a sandpapery tongue begin to lap at his throat.

It tickled a lot more than Dylan thought it would, but he probably should have known it would be like that, since it always tickled when his dogs licked anywhere near his throat. He laughed with delight. "Oh, such nice kisses I'm getting from Lynxcha. He gives the best kisses, except his daddy's kisses are a little better. Brother's kisses? Alternate ego's kisses? Just what are you and Sacha to each other?" He continued rubbing Lynxcha's face and neck with both hands.

The big cat's chest rumbled against Dylan's as he purred more deeply. If Dylan had wanted to go to sleep, this soothing feeling would have done it, but he didn't - he was already asleep!

After roughly half a minute of this, Dylan started to get into it a little, but realized that Sacha's tongue on his neck was far more exciting. "I love my Lynxcha's kisses, but could I get some from Sacha now too? He needs a turn." Dylan kissed the side of his muzzle.

Sacha was surprised Dylan resisted that long with the lynx’s antics before calling for him instead.

He had to admit, his hunter boyfriend was adorable in the way he was treating his lynx, and although Sacha himself was getting impatient to join in on the fun, he was also having a good time seeing and feeling his animal being spoiled by Dylan.

A few seconds after Dylan had kissed the lynx again, Sacha the human was lying on top of him. “Hey, there...” Sacha pushed himself up a little bit, realizing that his full weight on Dylan was much more than the lynx and probably not as comfortable. He gave Dylan a kiss. “You’re so good with him. He’s going to be calm now for a long while.”

“And to answer the question you asked earlier... He’s me. That’s what he is to me and what I am to him. What we both are to you. You’re making us feel whole and complete,” Sacha said before choosing the other side of Dylan’s neck, the one the lynx hadn’t licked yet, to start kissing and nibbling at the tender skin that was still showing the stitches marks.

When Lynxcha changed to Sacha, Dylan made an "Oof" sound; Sacha was quite a bit heavier than the cat. "Hi there, you." Dylan kissed him back.

"How do I let Lynxcha know when I want you to come out? 'Hey Lynxcha, let your you out.' That's where things become complicated," he joked. "But I am so very happy that I'm making the two of you feel whole. You make me feel complete as well. And you certainly keep my life more interesting than it's ever been."

Dylan stroked Sacha's back while he kissed his neck, sending fireworks of pleasure down to the sensitive parts between his legs. "Sacha... You give the best kisses..." He took Sacha's butt in his hands and squeezed it. "What did you think about Lynxcha's method of catching me? That was pretty damn funny," he laughed, and kissed the side of his boyfriend's head. "That's one way to get naked, huh? Now why don't you show me another way?" Dylan pulled up on the clothes that covered Sacha's butt.

“You just have to say something, like you did. Remember, I can still hear you when I’m in my lynx shape. If you want me to switch back, you just tell the lynx, which means you tell me.”

Sacha chuckled against Dylan’s throat when he mentioned how his lynx had caught him. “Yes, I know. I saw... I couldn’t believe it... He’s resourceful, and stubborn. Wouldn’t let you escape... I wouldn’t let you go away either...”

Sacha moved off from Dylan and started to unzip his jeans. He was still a bit puzzled as to why he could shift in and out of his lynx form while keeping clothes on, and then he remembered it was a dream, which meant anything was possible.

Sacha removed his pants. He was not wearing anything else under them. He cocked an eyebrow in Dylan’s direction. After all, it was Dylan’s dream. So maybe he wanted him to go commando? He could live with that in this dream.

Once his jeans were off, he rolled back to his side and then on top of Dylan, hovering above him. Sacha’s cock was getting hard. He ground his crotch against Dylan’s, ensuring pleasurable friction for him while his own cock was getting there. Sacha reached in between their bodies and wrapped his hand around Dylan’s cock. He jerked him a few times and then slid his fingers lower, to caress his balls. “Do you think we’re finally going to manage and go all the way in one of your dreams?” Sacha asked with a smile.

"I don't think Lynxcha understood why it was so funny, he just wanted to catch me," Dylan laughed. "I'm not sure what he would have done if I had gotten up and kept running. I guess he would have had to tackle me, since there weren't any clothes left to grab."

Before he began chasing him, Sacha had taken off his shirt, which was no problem to Dylan. Probably he had removed it so Dylan couldn't pull it over his face again. Chuckling at the thought, he leaned up to watch Sacha remove his jeans. "Mmm, I can't wait," he growled, insinuating that he couldn't wait for his boyfriend to be naked. It didn't take long, and Sacha was hovering over him again, almost instantly grinding down on him.

Dylan moaned, parting his legs, allowing Sacha more access. He began to grind back. "Oh Sacha, my handsome boyfriend, gimme a kiss, right here." Dylan tapped his lips.

He wrapped one leg around Sacha's hip, sharing passionate kisses with him as the action of his hand got more and more aggressive. Dylan shuddered and arched his back as Sacha's fingers fondled his cock and balls. "You always know just where to touch me," he moaned.

Dylan grew to his full hardness fairly quickly. He looked around them at the dirt and crackly leaves. "We're out here where the animals do it; let's do it like they do." Reaching down, he rubbed Sacha's cock to see how hard it was. "I would love to finish making love to you in this dream. Just whatever you do, don't wake up."

"I don't know either. Maybe he would have just chased you and waited till you tripped and fell? You know he wouldn't hurt you."

Everything got passionate quite fast once they were naked. Between kisses and intimate caresses, Sacha was getting there. He sighed and bucked his hips to thrust into Dylan's hand when he felt him stroke his hardening cock. "Yes, touch me..."

Doing it like the animals do...

Sacha smiled at the expression. He'd try to make his lynx proud, for sure. There was only one little problem...

"Okay, but... We're not in your bedroom or anywhere where... We don't have lube. I don't want to hurt you."

Of course, there was saliva, but he didn't know if Dylan would be okay with that only. His former boyfriend, Seth, had never been very keen on relying only on saliva to have sex. It was a dream, but everything felt so real. Would they really have sex if they were doing it now? Would it be the same as in real life or could things be and feel different in dreams?

"Yes, I know that Lynxcha would never hurt me," Dylan said fondly. He smiled, showing how much he had grown to love Lynxcha too.

"Oh really?" Dylan reached behind his back and took out a bottle of lube, as if it had come from a nearby tree. And in fact, it had! One of the overhanging trees was now growing bottles of lube. One had fallen off the tree and landed on the ground next to them. Someone had placed a bucket at the foot of the tree to catch the free-flowing sap (lube) that ran from it. "Don't you just love dream logic?" he asked, and handed Sacha the bottle.

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