บท 31: Trust (mature)
Davy's steps were slow as if he was lost as well. There was a lot of debris and cracks in the floor, which he carefully avoided. As he approached Draven, his steps came to a halt. He kept his distance not because he was afraid of Draven, but because he didn't want to startle him in his thoughts.
Somehow, Davy could see himself in Draven's shoes. "I never thought I'd see you down or anything?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Draven raised his head, looking up at him, eyes seeming in a haze. Then he blinked and parted his lips. He remained silent.
"Had you gone silly?" Davy laughed, punching Draven's chest, but Draven caught it himself before he could pull away.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Draven stared at him deeply. He firmly grasped Davy's hand.
"So... our sleeping beauty already returned? I thought you'd been buried in Lyle's laboratory," Draven tried to grin, though it wasn't his usual grin, at least he wasn't out of it anymore.
"Ah that, why didn't you warn me?" Davy played along, remembering how Draven laughed at him without even warning him.
Draven then laughed and shook his head. He embraced Davy soon after as if he couldn't take it any longer. A tight one, sniffing his scent. Davy's smile also faded. His gut was telling him that something bad was going to happen soon.
A moment later, Draven spoke, "Do you want to look at my room?"
Davy had no idea what the connection was, but he agreed without hesitation. With their suspicious actions, he chose to ignore them for the time being. Everything could wait... time couldn't. What would happen, would happen sooner or later.
***
Draven's room wasn't any different from his own. Davy stood up as he stared at the collection of weapons in front of him. There were various types, some of which he couldn't identify.
"Do you like them?" the voice asked, arms snaking through Davy's waist as he was embraced from behind.
"I do, I like them," Davy replied as he leaned into his embrace.
For a brief moment, they remained silent, their gaze fixed on the front. However, a few moments later, Davy lifted his head and looked back. His eyes instantly met Draven's black pupils. He seemed only watching Davy all this time.
Davy remained in the embrace. "Why were you fighting earlier?" he finally asked.
His black pupils appeared even darker at this point, and the playful grin on his face faded slightly. "They left me out, they didn't ask for my opinion," he replied, his tone low, almost resentful. "I understand them," Draven continued, "but I hate this choice so much."
"You also can't tell me anything?" Davy probed, Draven was more outspoken than the other two, and he could see right through him.
Draven stared at him with his dark pupils, as if he were being sucked into it. "Do you believe that someone who is lost in his dreams can return?" The response was unrelated to their topic, but Davy seemed to recognize that it wasn't a random question.
The man in front of him was rarely serious, and this was one of those rare occasions. He didn't have a grin on his face by this point, and he waited as if Davy's response was too important for him. Perhaps the most significant.
Davy nodded. "Hmm, I believe they can return to reality. Perhaps those lost in their dreams are also looking for their way back to reality and return to their loved ones. They, too, wanted to escape from a never-ending dream and nightmare." He answered honestly as if he had experienced it or was talking about himself.
Why was that? Before he could continue thinking about it deeply, his attention was drawn back to Draven. At some point as well, his expression dimmed.
"Am I selfish?" he wondered. Draven's hair reached out to his lips and he kissed it while closing his eyes. "I'm only afraid. My Dheivamani, am I selfish for not agreeing to their choice knowing any minute of hesitation is a minute of you not escaping in your dreams?" he reopened his eyes and lifted his gaze, their gazes locked.
Draven's eyes appeared to have a slight moistness in the corner of them. Davy was taken aback because he hadn't expected him to be this way as a slight pang of pain in his chest pinched him.
"No, you're not selfish," Davy said almost instinctively as he embraced Draven, unable to bear the loss of the playful expression on his face. He drew back, reaching out his hand and touching Draven's cheeks. It had become moist as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Your feelings are justified, being scared of something isn't shameful. I understand your feelings, and I won't be mad at you," Davy said as he caressed Draven's moist cheeks, wiping away tears. Honestly, even Davy wasn't sure where he got those words after he said them.
It felt so natural on his lips, and even though his doubts returned, he didn't have time to think about them. All he could see was Draven, who was crying in front of him. Draven kissed his hand as he grasped it. In the corner of his eyes, new tears glistened.
"I do... I'm weak when it comes to you," Draven replied, kissing Davy's hand again as he leaned his face into it, almost worshiping it as he cried. "I'm truly afraid, My Dheivamani, what should I do?"
Davy's chest tightened. The corner of his eyes also moistened now, affected by Draven's emotions. He hadn't expected the other to cry in front of him; he was used to Draven's easygoing and playful personality, and suddenly seeing him like this, he was in pain as well.
He didn't know what to say or how to respond to Draven, but his mouth still said something that surprised him. "Just do what you think is best, Draven, I always said I wouldn't disappear, trust me."
Davy's brow furrowed as soon as he finished. Did he say that to Draven before? Draven stared at him, his tears glistening, and drew closer until their foreheads touched.
"I know, and I trust you," Draven admitted.
They stared at each other, both with tears in their eyes. Until Draven leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Which Davy gladly accepted and quickly responded to. Draven sucked on Davy's lips as if his life depended on it so he could live and breathe.
Perhaps it was. With their tongues intertwined, a few whimpers and gasps escape Davy's lips. Draven's hands moved around his body, his tongue sucking in his mouth. He was still fighting at first, but in the end, Draven won and let the other control the kiss.
Saliva dripped between their connected lips, he was almost out of breath when they parted. Draven only gave him a few seconds to breathe before claiming his lips once again. Draven's hand now dropped and landed in his bottom, gripping them and drawing their desires together.
Davy whimpered, his burning arousal consuming him. He clutched Draven's clothes, the sensation intoxicating him. The sinful hands snaked inside his dress as the cold and rough hands played in the cheeks of his ass, slightly teasing his entrance with his fingers.
"D-Draven..." Their lips parted, and he only called out this name, out of breath. His knees were weakening, and if it hadn't been for Draven, he would have collapsed.
Draven stared at him, his movements stopped. The desire in his deep black pupils was visible for Davy to see. "I need you... I want you. My Dheivamani, sleeping beauty... I always longed for you." His voice was hoarse and Davy couldn't respond as Draven's lips claimed his lips once again.
His movements continued once more, Davy was now becoming lightheaded and couldn't think rationally anymore. Succumbing to his desire, he moaned and whimpered as Draven savored and tasted his tongue while the man's finger teased his entrance.
Next thing he knew, he was already naked and his back pressed against the wall. Draven was lifting him up, his legs wrapped around the other's waist. Draven's tongue played in his chest, sucking on them and even biting it as he moaned and sobbed.
Davy's cheeks flushed, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were now due to the intense pleasure. He sobbed out the man's name.
Draven lifted his head and their gazes met. Their pupils were filled with scorching arousal as the man leaned in and closed the distance between them once more. "Fuck, you're so beautiful; I don't want to see you cry, but I don't mind if you cry my name and how badly you wanted me."
"D-Draven—hmm..." Davy couldn't finish; his mouth parted as he even curled his toes from the sudden action of Draven entering his entrance with his arousal. The stretch, and even the friction of Draven's length, was enough to drive him insane.
He breathed as he clutched him in his back. Despite his arousal, Davy didn't forget to curse Draven. He didn't even tell him and just entered quickly. Fucking Draven!
The man only chuckled, as he sighed with satisfaction. "I'm sorry, I just... fuck, you're so tight and warm around me. Don't—fuck, just relax, my precious, I'm so going crazy," Draven mumbled, his words becoming incomprehensible to Davy.
"Just... move, asshole," Davy exclaimed, his skin itching and the desire becoming unbearable. How could he relax?
"Damn..." Draven cursed, then aggressively claimed his lips once more, influenced by Davy's desire. Finally, he began to move and thrust inside Davy. It started slowly, but Draven quickly picked up the pace. His thrust became faster, and the way his lips devoured Davy's lips became more intense.
Davy's body bobbed up and down, his back brushing against the wall. His moans were muffled by their kiss, but the whimpers still escaped. Draven's hand supported his waist, preventing him from falling as he moved him up and down into his length.
After this intense and insane pleasure, Davy's mind finally succumbed to lust. Fuck, it was so deep. Every time Draven thrust into him, Davy could feel him inside, stirring something and hitting that spot. Damn, that felt good.
The slapping of skin and moans echoed throughout the room. The other movements accelerated as the minutes passed. Davy's eyes rolled, their lips parted, and the silver lines shone.
"You... slowly...mmhh..." Davy moaned, but Draven didn't listen and moved even faster, his body bobbling fiercely up and down. He clutched at Draven, his legs wrapping tightly around the other's waist as his toes curled.
"I'm sorry, dear, fuck, I missed you," Draven said between panted breaths.
"I-I'm about to—" Davy couldn't finish as he finally reached his peak. He whimpered and moaned.
"Too tight... damn," Draven cursed and he thrust hurriedly, soon climaxing as well filling Davy's inside. Davy could only moan with the sensation, his sanity didn't come back yet.
Draven paused, leaned forward, and buried his face in Davy's shoulders, sucking his skin. Only their catching breaths rang out. Still connected as some of the seed inside him spilled out and flowed down on the floor. Neither of them cared.
Davy only gasped, this was fucking insane.
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ladyaize Please forgive me for this chapter, the trying hard smut writer. HAHAHA. Anyways, my mood clearly de[icted on this chapter. HOW? Cryuing emotionally then being ahem, yeah you got the point. LOL.
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บท 32: Reality and Illusion
Davy opened his eyes, taking a few moments to adjust his vision. He looked at the man sleeping beside him as the dim room became clearer. He couldn't help but smile, his hand reaching out to touch the man's straight nose. The man didn't even flinch, still, sound asleep.
Draven's sleeping face was much gentler than when he was awake, and he giggled quietly. His fingers traced Draven's jaw, his eyes smiling. One would never guess from his delicate appearance how loud and annoying he could be at times.
Nonetheless, between the playful Draven and the one he saw earlier, Davy would choose the former without hesitation. That was how he was. Davy admired Draven's talkativeness and his ability to keep the situation lively. Being with Draven was, as he always said, comfortable and relaxing.
Davy looked at him for a few seconds longer before slowly and carefully removing Draven's arm wrapped around his waist and sitting down. He took a deep breath, afraid to wake the other, and slowly stepped out of bed. Draven, who was sleeping like a dead log, didn't even flinch and kept sleeping. He secretly laughed; this guy always slept soundly when he was with Davy.
His hands search for his dress and put it on before quietly exiting the room. The silent and dim hallway was no longer an unfamiliar sight to him. He also knew how to get around without anyone's assistance and could go to his room or any other room he had visited.
Davy's steps were light as he strolled through the silent hallway. His hands sway along his golden hair, which flows freely as they dance in the wind. Davy realized how comfortable he had become with the virtual world in moments like these when he was walking peacefully alone. He no longer had any scrupulous thoughts. Like before, when he used to complain, his thoughts would wander down memory lane, leaving him with a pang of regret.
His black-golden pupils swept at the surroundings, absorbing everything he saw in his vision. The familiar corridors, the tranquil atmosphere... Unknowingly, all of this had now become a part of him. How could it be if all this was real? If... they were real?
He stepped out of the elevator, action swift as though he was long familiar with it. As if it didn't happen long ago when he was still unaware of its function or how to use it. Davy came to a halt and remained motionless for a brief moment. His gaze is drawn to the solemn room, which was most likely the most majestic of the rooms in this palace. The Throne Room
Davy had only been here once and had not returned since. He became emotional the last time he visited this room. He had no idea why his feet had led him here, perhaps because he was eager to see Fallan. He shrugged the reason with a smile. Since he was already here, might as well continue.
Everything in this room exuded the solemnity and prestige that the Supremes possessed. As in any other room, servants or guards were nowhere to be seen. Davy began to suspect that the four of them were the only occupants of the Palace, if only he didn't know Lien. He always wondered, where all the servants had gone to.
He traced the statue with his hand and stared at it intently. One of the reasons Davy had not visited this place again, the golden hue in his pupils seemed to darken for a moment, outlining his whole eye. Davy's eyes dimmed as he traced the smile on the statue's lips with his fingers.
Davy raised his head and looked around, a strange feeling enveloping him, an emotion he had forgotten. This place... It gave him a very familiar feeling as if he had a strong connection with it. No, perhaps it wasn't him, but his character was.
His confusion grew as he was constantly reminded that his emotion might not be his. He kept going, knowing that the main throne room was still a long way away. Davy's heartbeats would keep up with each step he took. He bit his lips, fighting the scream in his head to just fuck it, and returned to where he came from. It was so intense, however, his body might not be his anymore. It went on, his steps slowed significantly.
As he stood at the door of the main room, it only took a few minutes, or perhaps it might also take him forever. Davy couldn't remember it all, his mind had been constantly leaving him, and only his body had taken him here. It would be ridiculous to say, it was the truth, however.
His hand reached out and gently pushed the door open. The door only slightly opened, and Davy's hand stopped. Sounds were traveling through his ears. Davy stood up, almost frozen. He recognized these voices; in fact, he was quite familiar with them.
Fallan and Lyle.
Davy was torn between walking away and not disturbing them and standing there and listening. The latter's side prevailed. He remained motionless, listening in on their conversation. His heart was racing so fast that beads of sweat appeared on his brow and palm.
Where is this feeling coming from? Davy… wanted to run so badly, he didn't want this feeling. His body stilled as his mind refused to cooperate and fought for dominance. Drowsiness threatened to overtake him. The hand gripped the doorknob, hoping for assistance.
"They have become dormant now, the preparations will be completed soon." Fallan's calm voice sounded a little exhausted.
Then a soft voice answered, "We'll really gonna do this after all." Lyle's tone seemed helpless, with a hint of hopelessness.
A deep sigh echoed as Fallan's deep voice entered Davy's ears next. A kind of tone he had never heard from Fallan before. "We don't have any choice, this... is the only last chance." a pause, a few seconds the voice continued, "His condition is getting worst, I'm always afraid that when he sleeps again, he... won't wake up anymore."
Davy let out a gasp that was almost silent. His heart skipped a beat as if it was about to break free from his chest. This was not a new topic to him; in fact, he had always heard about it from them. Draven even referred to him as a "sleeping beauty," which he dismissed as an inside joke. Then there was that scrap of paper he found in Lyle's storage waste. Looking back, Fallan appeared to have asked him about this when they first met in the hallway.
They are all linked to one thing: sleeping and dreaming. And why do they always say he won't wake up? His brow furrowed, and he gripped the door handle even tighter.
"Draven... never like this idea."
Fallan's tone of voice became even more tired as if hearing Draven's name made him feel even more powerless. "Who would want this choice? I don't want it either. Even they, they didn't want to do it. What can we do? This is our only chance, and next time, even our souls won't be able to hold him anymore. I can already feel it, Lyle. Next time he sleeps, his soul won't come back to us." Fallan's frustrated yell echoed throughout the room, another first for Davy. His calm demeanor had vanished as he poured his heart out to Lyle.
Davy's pupils constricted as his hand unconsciously covered his mouth as he gasped as if a drum was beating in his ears. His mind was unable to comprehend the entire context. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest, and the hands gripping the door handle and the other covering his mouth began to tremble.
What exactly did they mean? Was this a hint? Was this part of a scenario? Wait... what scenario? Davy's pupils flashed, and confusion clouded his mind. He took a hesitant step back, his chest heaving. His eyes dart around, desperately trying to recognize them.
What was it that he said again? Clue? Why was he looking for it? What did he need it for? Davy was becoming out of it, his pupils blanking out. His steps stopped, mind in a haze, as he stared through the front absentmindedly.
Images appeared unexpectedly in his memories; it could also be his illusion. These memories flooded him all at once, causing his head to hurt, but they continued to flow despite his mind's refusal.
Davy had a lot of dreams in the past, a lot of questionable dreams. He was a prince, an ordinary person, a different species, a politician, a criminal, and many other existences. These dreams overlap and intertwine with each other, the scenes flashing in a fast manner making him even more confused with each passing second.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there; it could have been an instant. Davy's head throbbed so much that his eyes twitched, the pain almost unbearable as he bit his lips, preventing any sound from coming out. He put his hand on his head, hoping to relieve the pain. His eyes shut, and his vision became even more clear.
He became a lot of people, and as he froze... He saw himself in a scene he was very familiar with in his heart. Davy saw himself downloading the game chaos, and the next thing he knew, he was trapped in the virtual world.
However, why was this scene not what he expected? His character woke up. The scene in which he logged into the game was very different from what he expected; he didn't appear out of anywhere, but rather as if his character had been sleeping and woke up.
A grunt escaped his mouth, he couldn't understand anything at all. Why were his dreams and reality overlapping? The more he wanted to understand something, the more his head throbbed as if his soul was being tormented and torn. His shaking legs couldn't support him any longer, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
Who was he? What was real? Wait... What was real about all of them?
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