Eurydice's Mask

The Mask of Eurydice



Chapter Two: Tangible Dreams



Disclaimers/warnings: I do not own Naruto, I never have, and never will. Additionally, if two men having sex offends you, this is not a fic for you.



Author’s Notes: The world must be ending, I updated! The next chapter will get into the plot some more.



Time skips/scene changes will be represented by this: ____________







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Warm hands caress my face, and a nearly feverish forehead presses against mine. “Genma… Genma wake up.” A slightly cold roughened voice says semi-irratatedly. “Hayate, what is it?” I reply, attempting to roll over and go back to sleep. “Tch, Damn it Genma, if you don’t open your eyes I’m going to shove that needle of yours somewhere important.”



That gets my attention and my eyes open. The sight that greets my eyes makes me very happy I decided to do so. Hayate is sitting on my hips, one knee on either side of my legs. He also happens to be gloriously naked. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I intone huskily, already wanting him.



Momentarily I realize that his nudity may in fact be attributed to a fever, and not a mad desire to have me right now. “Hayate, are you feeling all right? Do you have a fever, should I fill the tub with cold water?” My rapid fire questions are cut short when Hayate leans down to capture my lips with his. A warm, almost too hot tongue invades my mouth, twisting with mine. There are no battles for dominance between us, I give and take as is needed. It is all dependant upon how Hayate feels, and judging by the way he is moving, he feels a lot.



My lips part further beneath his practiced kiss, and I understand. Tonight he wishes to be in control, and I am more than happy to give it up to him. He is everything I could possibly want and more. He shifts above me, resting his naked hips between my clothed thighs. The tips of his hair tickle my face, and I smile against his lips.



He draws back from me, and his perfect mouth curves into a mischievous smile. “I am not warm because I have a fever, dearest Genma. I am warm because I was watching, and wanting you so badly that I had to wake you.” He says, evoking a gasp from my lips as he moves his hips suggestively against my pelvis. I lift a hand and run it along his pale cheek, tracing my thumb over the dark circles under his eyes. “Are you sure you are up for that.” I ask, my consideration for his health is much more than for my own arousal.



His answering laugh sends chills down my spine. He presses his hips against me so I can feel just how hard he is. “If I were dying right now, I would still be up for it Genma.”



I groan and reach down to pull his hips even closer. He moans softly, and leans down to bite at my neck as he grinds against me. I throw my head back into the pillow in a show of submission. He takes the offering, biting down sharply on my skin with enough force to leave a mark. I love being marked by my black haired lover, it is a little kink he always exploits to his fullest advantage. We have been toying with the idea of him collaring me, but recent missions, and the Chuunin exams have been getting in the way.



“You are really too covered up for my tastes, Genma.” Hayate says, licking the bite he left at the hollow of my throat. I nod and sit up slowly, wriggling effortlessly out of my clothing. One thing about being together with someone for a long time is that after a while, taking off your clothes becomes like second nature.



“Much better.” Hayate enthuses, pausing momentarily to cough, then returning to his spot atop me. Our legs tangle together easily, and we kiss again, rubbing against each other as our mouths lock together.



I scratch my nails down his back, loving the way his muscles twitch beneath the skin. “Hayate…” I moan against his lips as one of his hands encircles my cock. I pull back from the kiss before desire can overwhelm me.



“Hmmm?” He queries, gazing down at me with glimmering eyes. “Hayate, please…” I gasp out softly as his hand squeezes just so. “Please what?” He asks, a sly grin playing at his usually placid features.



“Please, let me suck you.” I practically beg, slipping a hand between us and running it down his already twitching length. He licks his lips and nods, rolling off of me and sitting so that his back rests against the headboard. I Turn over and crawl up between his bent knees, breathing teasingly across his very evident arousal. I see the muscles along his abdomen twitch, and a dexterous hand pulls demandingly at my hair. “You said you wanted to suck, so do it.” Comes Hayate’s breathless and less than amused command.



“Hnn” I say, and half smirk up at him. “You’re so demanding tonight…” This earns me a rare Hayate glare, and I chuckle in response. “Sorry, so sorry, where were we?” I ask, and Hayate gestures downwards, towards the body part I am apparently neglecting. I nod, and duck my head, favoring him with a sensuous lick.



His eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting shadows on his milk white skin. “Yes, just like that.” He moans as I suck expertly at the tip of his cock. I pause and tease the slit, and then lick down the shaft, following the thick vein like a guide line. Hayate’s gasps of pleasure are music to my ears as I wrap my arms around his waist and all but force his cock into my mouth. I stay like that for a moment, savoring the feel of Hayate’s thin fingers digging into my scalp. He growls softly locking his hands at the base of my skull, and I take that as a cue to stay still. I open my eyes and stare up at my pale lover. I enjoy biting, but Hayate likes to look into my eyes while he pushes himself into my mouth. He moans and gives a sharp thrust as our gazes lock, I swallow him flawlessly.



He sets a rhythm like this, thrusting and withdrawing quickly. Soon he is panting, but his eyes never leave mine. Suddenly he gives my hair a sharp tug, pulling me up so that we are face to face. “No more of that, you are too good …won’t last…” Hayate breathes out unsteadily, leaning in to bite my bottom lip.



I smile and allow him to push me down on the bed, resting my head comfortably on a green pillow. Goosebumps break out across my skin when he places a lick in the crease of my hip. Silky black hair teases enticingly across my skin while he maps my body with small kisses and bites.



I whine softly in my throat when he kisses the inside of my thigh. He leans down and outstretches his arms over me, dropping light caresses everywhere. “Ha..Hayate…” I shudder as he gently licks my adams line, oh, does he ever know I like the light touch. Hayate’s only response to my words is a devious smile, and a bite to my hips that makes me arch like a cat in heat.



I gasp and nearly stop breathing as I feel a cool digit touch me where I want it most. My legs widen immediately at that touch, I know what he wants.



One, then two fingers are buried inside me in quick succession. The breath whooshes out of me, and I gaze appreciatively at our eveready lube ™ sitting happily by my head. His fingers crook inside of me, and all thoughts of said lube flee from my mind. Hot pleasure bubbles through my veins, and I feel I could die a happy man right about now. “Ah, Hayate.” I gasp out softly, my head turning into the pillow as he repeats the motion.



Hayate’s fingers slip out of me, and I sigh expectantly. As it turns out, he wants to keep me waiting just as little as I want to wait. He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder, and then he is right…right…THERE.



“Oh!” I whimper, and then he is inside me, buried to the hilt. I close my eyes, and they roll beneath my lids as he thrusts slightly.



I feel his hand flutter on my cheek, stroking down from my temple to my chin in a show of affection.



I don’t want to rush him, but I really want him to move. “Please.” I whisper, and kiss the pulse point on his wrist. He likes these little gestures of worship, and I like giving them just as much. He nods and slowly draws out, and then pushes just as slowly back in. He sets his pace like that, and it is sheer torment. I can feel my muscles twitching with the strain of not moving faster.



“Hayate!” I practically yell at him as he hits that particular bundle of nerves that makes me scream like a virgin.



Our eyes lock and I nearly howl when he slowly, purposefully pushes, and then virtually drags his cock against that special spot. “OH PLEASE! Just..” My begging is sharply cut off as he resumes the actions. My breath whooshes out of me, and as I drag it back in, his lips cover mine to stifle my scream.



He has me, oh, how he has me, helpless and writhing beneath him. I scream into our kiss, arching pleadingly against him. He pulls back, takes a deep breath, and then lets go of all his restraint. Hayate is a man of extremes, one moment he is so sick he could die, the next, he is screwing me into the mattress. But I, Genma am not complaining.



I claw at the pillow above my head as he sets a pace so hard and fast it is all I can do to just hang on. “Oh fuck ohfuckohfuck…” My cries drag off into senseless babble. Hayate bows over me, crushing our lips together, and my fingers clench in the pillow as I feel my world slowly unexpectedly coming undone.





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Minutes later, we are lazing about tiredly on the bed. Hayate is tracing patterns on my chest, and I am marveling at how lucky I am….and how many pillows we go through each week. And I can feel the pillow so clearly beneath my head...So…very clearly.



“Genma, what is wrong, you look ill? Damn, did you catch something from me? I’m sorry…“ Hayate is asking me this, concern written all over his lovely face. Oh yes, there is something very wrong with this picture. “Hayate please, oh please, stay with me, don’t go…” I murmur desperately, and I see my beautiful world crack and distort.



Suddenly I know with heart stopping finality that I am dreaming. Vaguely I can see the dark room around me, but I can still see him gazing down at me worriedly. Both images so clear in my state between the heavenly world of dreams, and the nightmare of reality. Hayate shatters above me, a million pieces of hope, gone in an instant of vision. I throw my arms out blindly to grab him and make him stay, but he has already departed. The only thing clasped in my reaching hands are the sheets. A broken sob wrenches from my throat. “Gods, I can still feel his skin.” I moan despairingly into the mattress, burying my face in the pillow next to me in a vain attempt to seek out Hayate’s scent. There is nothing there though. Nothing. Just a small room, made huge by the echoing sound of silence.



I curse the gods for my misfortune, and then I beg. I beg like I have never begged before. First I plead to the gods we worship, and then to the old ones, hoping that my supplications will reach one of them. Tonight has been like ripping open an old wound that never quite healed properly in the first place. I beg for them to return him to me, and then I beg to die. I beg until my voice is gone and I have no energy left even to cry. Finally, by some grace I lose consciousness, falling into a seemingly eternal black void. Good. Let me sleep forever, as long as I can dream of him.



I have never wanted more to die.



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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, the next update will be coming shortly. As always, comments will make me a happy author.