Fantasies and Nightmares
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,001
Reviews:
7
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Reality vs The Dream
disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Marvel and I expect to make no money off of this fic.
Fantasies and Nightmares
by Dizi
chapter 2: Reality versus The Dream
The first thing I am aware of is the scent of him.
Even using technology to hide among the ordinary, I could always pick him out by his scent. He always smells of sulfur, my dream man. It permeates his blue skin, the scent surrounding him, always identifying him to me whether in dream or reality. I always know when he is near.
As this is my fantasy, my dream, I immediately become bold in a way that is unusual for me. I push him down, run my hands over his chest, his strong shoulders and arms, feeling the softness of his downy skin under my palms. He moans and his tail lashes the bed as I run my tongue along his ear, gently nipping at the point.
What good is a fantasy if I do all the work? He turns the tables on me and we shift positions so he can explore my body as well. I can feel his breath on my skin, its rhythm quick as mine. He trails his lips down my throat, the curve of my shoulder, down to my waiting breasts. I feel his fangs as he gently scrapes them across my nipple, pulling a moan from my throat.
How long have I wanted this? Dreamed of him touching me, tasting my skin, exploring my body in ways I've never wanted anyone else to. Only him, my dream man. Whether fantasy or nightmare, it's only him I dream of.
His body is my playground here, and I want it, all of it. I run by hands down the sleek muscles of his back to his buttocks and gently squeeze, slightly digging in my nails, getting his attention, letting him know I will not be complacent during our encounter.
Kissing my way down his body, I reach my immediate goal and pause for a moment to look up the length of his strong agile body, before running my hands along that part of him that makes him a man, whether human or mutant, and he is definitely all man. He hisses as I take the tip in my mouth, running my tongue around the crest, and meet his yellow eyes, before closing my own to concentrate on working to bring him to a fever of need.
Hands clutching the sheets and his tail thrashing, I know I must stop as I want him inside my body when he comes and I am not done with him yet. I do not know if I ever will be, I have wanted him for so long.
Smiling at him, I slide up his nude body, raining kisses along the way, licking a dark nipple, biting gently at the hollow of his throat. Glorying in every moan, shudder, and pant I draw from him. Threading my fingers through his dark curls, I kiss him. Our tongues meet and dance, withdraw and then explore deeply of each other's mouths.
Suddenly impatient, he grips my hips, looming over me, and looks deeply into my eyes as he enters my body. Time seems to slow, as he takes his time filling me. Now I am the one clutching the sheet, and I hear myself begging him to take me, make me fully his.
When he is fully seated, he kisses me again as his tail wraps around one leg and seems to squeeze in the same rhythm he is throbbing inside me. Jerking my hips, and arching my back I force him to lose control and he starts thrusting, we both moan at the sensation.
Unaware of what I am doing, my nails score his back. Both of us are panting when I plant my feet flat on the bed and thrust my hips to meet his, over and over. I want to prolong it as much as possible, but hearing him whisper something in his lightly accented voice a shiver goes down my spine as always, and I go over the edge screaming his name, feeling him pulse inside me.
I wake to his arms around me, his fingers stroking my hair back from my face, and I look up into his smiling exhausted eyes. The reality of him is better than any dream, any erotic fantasy, I have ever had.
Touching his face, I know I will always be grateful Charles Xavier introduced us. He seemed to think if we met I would be able to get past these dreams of him, that I would put him into reality instead of fantasy, but it only solidified them, made me want him more.
Now my fantasies are played out in reality, my dream man in my arms for real.
The nightmares are still come, but I wake to his arms around me. He wants to find my phantom rapist as much as I do, wants to make him pay for his crime when I cry out his name in fear during the night, though Charles has given up and the chance of finding him dwindles with each passing day. Always afterwards, he touches me with tenderness, driving the fear from my mind, making me forget he is in my nightmares as well as my dreams.
I know he always will be part of my fantasies, I will always crave his touch. Perhaps one day the nightmares will go away but the rest will never change.
My fantasy, my lover, my dream man, he is everything to me.
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note: I kinda left it hanging in chapter 1, didn't I? Wasn't sure if I was going to do more or not, but after some time it called to me and I felt the need to close it out. I don't expect there to be more chapters for this one. Thanks for all the reviews! -- Dizi
Fantasies and Nightmares
by Dizi
chapter 2: Reality versus The Dream
The first thing I am aware of is the scent of him.
Even using technology to hide among the ordinary, I could always pick him out by his scent. He always smells of sulfur, my dream man. It permeates his blue skin, the scent surrounding him, always identifying him to me whether in dream or reality. I always know when he is near.
As this is my fantasy, my dream, I immediately become bold in a way that is unusual for me. I push him down, run my hands over his chest, his strong shoulders and arms, feeling the softness of his downy skin under my palms. He moans and his tail lashes the bed as I run my tongue along his ear, gently nipping at the point.
What good is a fantasy if I do all the work? He turns the tables on me and we shift positions so he can explore my body as well. I can feel his breath on my skin, its rhythm quick as mine. He trails his lips down my throat, the curve of my shoulder, down to my waiting breasts. I feel his fangs as he gently scrapes them across my nipple, pulling a moan from my throat.
How long have I wanted this? Dreamed of him touching me, tasting my skin, exploring my body in ways I've never wanted anyone else to. Only him, my dream man. Whether fantasy or nightmare, it's only him I dream of.
His body is my playground here, and I want it, all of it. I run by hands down the sleek muscles of his back to his buttocks and gently squeeze, slightly digging in my nails, getting his attention, letting him know I will not be complacent during our encounter.
Kissing my way down his body, I reach my immediate goal and pause for a moment to look up the length of his strong agile body, before running my hands along that part of him that makes him a man, whether human or mutant, and he is definitely all man. He hisses as I take the tip in my mouth, running my tongue around the crest, and meet his yellow eyes, before closing my own to concentrate on working to bring him to a fever of need.
Hands clutching the sheets and his tail thrashing, I know I must stop as I want him inside my body when he comes and I am not done with him yet. I do not know if I ever will be, I have wanted him for so long.
Smiling at him, I slide up his nude body, raining kisses along the way, licking a dark nipple, biting gently at the hollow of his throat. Glorying in every moan, shudder, and pant I draw from him. Threading my fingers through his dark curls, I kiss him. Our tongues meet and dance, withdraw and then explore deeply of each other's mouths.
Suddenly impatient, he grips my hips, looming over me, and looks deeply into my eyes as he enters my body. Time seems to slow, as he takes his time filling me. Now I am the one clutching the sheet, and I hear myself begging him to take me, make me fully his.
When he is fully seated, he kisses me again as his tail wraps around one leg and seems to squeeze in the same rhythm he is throbbing inside me. Jerking my hips, and arching my back I force him to lose control and he starts thrusting, we both moan at the sensation.
Unaware of what I am doing, my nails score his back. Both of us are panting when I plant my feet flat on the bed and thrust my hips to meet his, over and over. I want to prolong it as much as possible, but hearing him whisper something in his lightly accented voice a shiver goes down my spine as always, and I go over the edge screaming his name, feeling him pulse inside me.
I wake to his arms around me, his fingers stroking my hair back from my face, and I look up into his smiling exhausted eyes. The reality of him is better than any dream, any erotic fantasy, I have ever had.
Touching his face, I know I will always be grateful Charles Xavier introduced us. He seemed to think if we met I would be able to get past these dreams of him, that I would put him into reality instead of fantasy, but it only solidified them, made me want him more.
Now my fantasies are played out in reality, my dream man in my arms for real.
The nightmares are still come, but I wake to his arms around me. He wants to find my phantom rapist as much as I do, wants to make him pay for his crime when I cry out his name in fear during the night, though Charles has given up and the chance of finding him dwindles with each passing day. Always afterwards, he touches me with tenderness, driving the fear from my mind, making me forget he is in my nightmares as well as my dreams.
I know he always will be part of my fantasies, I will always crave his touch. Perhaps one day the nightmares will go away but the rest will never change.
My fantasy, my lover, my dream man, he is everything to me.
---------------------------------------------------
note: I kinda left it hanging in chapter 1, didn't I? Wasn't sure if I was going to do more or not, but after some time it called to me and I felt the need to close it out. I don't expect there to be more chapters for this one. Thanks for all the reviews! -- Dizi