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Not so long ago, I overhauled this fic and made it into an Erestor/Glorfindel story with a few key changes to the ending. This post; however, is the original draft, Wufei/Duo. Written under the name, K'Money. Rating: NC-17 Warning: Character death

Dream-escape

I dreamed of him again last night. He came to me as all illusions do, as if out of a silver mist. He reached for me with that finely boned hand I know so well and he whispered...

"Come, fly with me."

...and I took his hand and my world changed. Instantly we were transported to a place so beautiful that it had to be fantasy. The colors were so rich, so vibrant. They seemed to have a life of their own. It was a miracle of nature. The sky was the clear blue that made you wish you had wings. The grass was more plush than the most luxurious carpet. And the air. The air was sweeter than any candy, but they were nothing compared to his beauty.

He vibrated with an internal radiance. Always breathtaking, in my reality he could have shamed the highest angel. And he smiled at me. I could have melted right there.

We walked hand in hand through this dreamscape. Words seemed like pollution in the air, but even in my dreams I could not read minds. So I asked...

"Where are we going?"

...and he answered...

"To heaven."

We walked for a short time more, then suddenly we were there. A perfect place in a perfect world. An orchard of cherry trees in full bloom. I sighed and he turned to me cupping my cheek...

"No, Wufei, this isn't heaven, this is just the entrance."

He pulled me softly to the ground and I swear we never lost eye contact, but I'm sure we had to. Dreams are funny like that. All I remember is the twinkling violet of his eyes before my back came into contact with the petal-strewn carpet of grass. The fragrance of crushed petals enveloped us.

I lay on my back and he lay over me, gazing lovingly upon me. He leaned down to kiss me and even through my excitement I felt fear. Did I really want to experience this joy? I know he saw the minute flash because instead of kissing me he whispered...

"Don't be afraid. I would never hurt you."

I found this statement painfully ironic and almost came awake, but I fought against harsh reality. I would touch heaven while it was within reach. He was still there when I won my battle. Same position, same second. Now that I had experienced loss, I had no fear...

"Kiss me."

...I said. It no longer mattered that when I woke up the pain would be waiting for me. I did not care any more. It was time to give in to my heart, my longing.

He did not hesitate. He took my lips in a storm of tender passion. The fir touched my soul. The God of Death breathed life into my body. I had to touch him. Since he had graced my life with his presence, I had wanted to touch that amazing length of glorious hair. I raised my hands to the back of his head. Silk. That is the first thing that came to my mind. The second, I had to feel it free, floating around me on the cool breeze. In the way of dreams as soon as it crossed my mind, it was.

He left my mouth to kiss a trail to my neck. He licked me there much like a kitten and my temperature began to rise. It was not enough. I whimpered and pressed closer to him. I could feel him smile knowingly, right before his teasing lick became suction. I knew heaven could not be far away. Like all things this pleasure soon came to an end. I groaned in disappointment...

"It gets better."

...he whispered to me. He nibbled his way to a pebbled nipple and proceeded to give me a sharp nip. I think I screamed, but I know he laughed. That pure sound that always warmed me. He played with me for what seemed to be hours.

I was gasping, panting for air by the time he explored my navel with his tongue. He glanced up at me right before he racked his teeth down my lower abdomen. I closed my eyes and tried to steel myself. He wouldn't have it...

"No, no, Fei, I want to see into your soul when I swallow you."

When someone says that to you, even if it's only a dream, how can you refuse them? I met his eyes and watched as his glistening pink mouth took me in. Inch by inch, slowly. All the way in. I tried to move, to buck, to thrust, anything, but found myself pinned to the ground.

He sucked me, licked me, nibbled me. Like I was the sweetest dessert he had ever had. I was hoarse when he decided that I had been tormented enough. When he rolled me over onto my stomach and raised my hips, I was as weak as a lamb.

I felt him place a kiss on the small of my back. Them I he probed with slick fingers at my virgin entrance. I guess I am a masochist because even in my dreams I felt pain. He soothed and gentled me like a prize stallion.

He positioned himself and began to enter me. He was relentless and continued even as I struggled half-heartedly. Then he hit it. That magical spot that I had only heard about. I found that I still could indeed scream and I did so loudly. He gave voice to his own pleasure. Together we raced up the staircase to heaven and at the top, he whispered...

"I loved you."

...and I woke up. This morning the sun shone brightly and I got out of bed like I did every day. Leaving my dreams behind to face reality. The reality that Duo Maxwell did not dream of me at night. His days and nights were taken and there was nothing I could do about that. In fact, I did not want to do anything about it. He was happy, living his dream. So I went through the day, just like any other day. With but one exception. Today, I picked up my prescription for extra strength sleeping pills. Because...

"If he loves me only in my dreams, let me be asleep forever."