Dreams Mean Nothing *NSFW*

Large tanned hands held him in place, but even if they weren't Tiza didn't know if he wanted to go anywhere. His fragile wrists were gripped tight enough so he couldn't escape, but gentle enough not to leave bruises. Not like last time.

Lips covered his own. They nipped his mouth, a tongue prodded them asking to be let in. The Omega was a little too eager to open his mouth to let it. Their tongues danced together, the kiss deepening. The man above him tasted delicious, better than the most delicate pastry or the most flavorful cake. Tiza wanted more of him. Wanted to card his fingers through those inky locks and rub his thumbs over flushed peonies. Wanted to pull him closer and break their kiss so he could playfully kiss and suck the piercings under the other's bottom lip.

There was a shift on top of him and both of his wrists were moved under one hand while the other slithered down his body leaving feather-light touches as it traveled south until it reached its destination.

The Omega gasped into the kiss as fingers prodded between his legs. He was so wet he could feel the slick pooling in his underwear. Tiza's cocklette was ignored, the other more interested in pulling the fabric aside and sticking two fingers into the wet heat of his folds.

The digits inside curled and thrust in and out languidly, trying to pull the moans out of the Omega slowly. His legs spread wider eager to let the man above him have better access. Two fingers soon turned to three and Tiza felt stretched and full. He whined under the other's ministrations and tried to pry his hands free, but he received a grunt and a playful bite to his lips in response.

Those thick, calloused fingers fucked him in earnest brushing against his g-spot every now and then causing him to buck up in reaction. God, he wanted that again. Please do it again, Tiza silently pleaded.

As if the man above him could read his mind he continued to massage the bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers. Tight heat coiled in the Omega's stomach and he could feel himself getting wetter, the noise from being fucked so thoroughly by those fingers filled his ears. It was obscene but god it was hot.

His moans got swallowed up hungrily and when the man had his fill he trailed those devilish lips down Tiza's chin and his neck. Stopping where the anti-bite collar was, a tongue darted out to lick it before he took it between his teeth. A predatory growl vibrated against his neck and Tiza crooned pressing into the other. Urging the man to take what he wanted. Tiza wasn't a stranger to being used like this. What was strange was how much he wanted this.

The fingers inside him sped up trying to coerce his oncoming orgasm. The collar around his neck was chewed on and pulled. Nothing was stopping his moans as they spilled from his abused lips.

"Ah..A...Aos-"

A blaringly loud alarm went off. Tiza's eyes snapped open.

The Omega stared into the texture of his bedroom ceiling, the signs of dawn slowly creeping into the room in the form of a gray haze edged in an orange glow.

He was hot. He was sticky. He was tired of waking up like this.

This was the third time goddamit!

Irritated he went about his morning routine with the addition of peeling his sweat and slick soaked clothes off and substituting a hot shower for a cold one. The contents of his prior dream were violently pushed to the sidelines. So far in fact, if his mind was a sports field the dream would be pushed so far into the sidelines it would be somewhere in the back of the sports fields parking lot. This, like most of Tiza's problems, he tried to ignore. It was just a dream and dreams meant nothing.

That had basically become his morning mantra at this point.

Tiza scrubbed himself a little more vigorously then he should've, subconsciously trying to get the feeling of Dream Aosh's fingers off of him. If only he could do the same thing with his brain, he thought to himself while he got out of the icy shower. Assessing himself in the mirror, he told himself he was fine.

The fact that he was hanging out with Aosh today probably spurred on a dream like that. It didn't mean anything. As far as his excuses for the last couple dreams, well they garnered the following: 'Oh it's because I saw this plant that Aosh has.' or 'I saw a guy lifting weights and Aosh does that too so that makes sense.'

In other words, bullshit.

'Everything was fine. Everything was normal. Dreams are just dreams nothing more nothing less.'

Again this was the mantra he tirelessly chanted while he got ready for his jog, and before leaving the apartment made a mental note to buy some sleep aids at the store.

.....................

Tiza looked at the array of games set out on Aosh's coffee table with barely masked enthusiasm. Zombies, aliens, demons! Internally he was rubbing his hands with excitement. He didn't know Aosh had these types of games too, if he did he would've asked to play these instead of that dancing one. While he enjoyed the other game it required a different set of skills that dancing actually required and he was nothing but a dance snob at heart.

Pale fingers picked up the game with the case that looked the most ominous. Littered with blood and pentagrams. Aosh grinned at the small smile that tugged at Tiza's lips. Maybe it was because the Omega was more comfortable around him now, but he got to see that smile more and more. It always managed to make his heart stutter.

The Alpha set everything up and soon the two men were two unnamed main characters exploring a haunted asylum looking for possessed psychiatric patients. They sat next to each other on the couch, knees a hair away from touching.

"What was the button that turned on the flashlight?"

"This one," answers Aosh tapping the said button on his controller.

A creature appears on the screen while Aosh isn't looking and when he turns back he nearly jumps out of his skin. Tiza can't help but laugh at Aosh's weak constitution while he blasts the thing away with the shotgun he has equipped.

"Why do you have these games if you're scared of them?"

"They were a gift," he lied.

"Well whoever gave them to you must not know you very well- let's go this way. I saw something go down that hallway."

Aosh followed Tiza's lead as they played and occasionally helped when asked since the other hasn't played too many video games. While they are fighting a boss that consists of three patients sewed together in grotesque ways and a hellhound Aosh gets a phone call. Having died early in the fight and was just watching Tiza play, Aosh sets down his controller and walks into the kitchen to answer.

An agitated groan escapes Tiza. His character dies dramatically while the hellhound rips apart the avatar's flesh. He really could've used Aosh's help. The stupid hellhound had two health bars and a dumb one-hit kill move. The Omega looks over the couch into the open kitchen to see what's taking the other so long.

Aosh is still on the phone muttering into it, but what gets Tiza's attention is the forlorn face he has on. It was akin to the night the Alpha cried in front of him, minus the tears. But his eyebrows were furrowed up and an uncharacteristic frown played on his lips.

Ow. Seeing him look so sad hurt him more than he thought it should. What was wrong?

Aosh seemed to be ending the call and Tiza whipped back around so it looked like he wasn't spying.

"We're going to have to cut this short. My Dad just called...one of my family members, um...passed away." Aosh said not making eye contact, "I have to go and pay my respects."

Oh.

Aosh begins to apologize but is cut off.

"Can I come with you?"

Tiza doesn't know where the question comes from, because it wasn't even a thought in his mind before it left his mouth. Maybe he's just a little caught off guard by the sadness that's emanating off the Alpha. He thinks that the last time he saw Aosh this sad he needed some sort of support system that he didn't have, and maybe he needed that again. Losing a family member was hard, Tiza could attest to that.

Tiza was Aosh's friend, and as his friend, he should be that support system. At least that's what he told himself.