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What are dreams if not just fragmented experiences of the waking mind, strung together and recast in a bastardization of reality? Or, perhaps, they’re something more tangible than that. Is it possible these fictitious segments from the imagination could manifest into a physical existence?
Some call them angels, some call them demons but in truth they are neither. They hold no alignment with good nor evil. They simply are. Acting on their own accord they survive by feeding on the intense emotions and energy of dreams, Dream Eaters.
When a dream is devoured there is no memory of it when the person awakes. It’s why most people immediately forget their dreams or simply have no recollection at all. Only when a dream isn’t completely drained of energy or switches rapidly between different fragments the mind retains it as a memory.
They watch him sleep each and every night, drawn to him by the consistent, sheer volume and intensity of his emotions. His mind drowned in the nightmarish hell, replaying the devastating loss of his family.
Two sets of eyes, electrifying ice blue and the deepest of royal purples, they remained fixated while they fed off of the surplus of energy expended from the boy's grief.
Heavy emotions such as sadness and grief served as a satisfying meal, it would keep them full for a period of time, but it wasn’t nearly as appetizing as desire and lust.
Yuuji tossed and turned, eyes rapidly fluttering behind tight eyelids, chest heaving with a sheen of cold sweat perspiring on his skin. For the past year Yuuji suffered from terrible night terrors, each dream a different and twisted version of his family once again succumbing to sickness or falling victim to unfortunate fatal accidents. He was left with a kaleidoscope of the bloody carnage and always woke up feeling empty, lonely.
Placed in the care of his grandfather at a very young age, after his parents untimely death, he was left on his own when he succumbed to illness. Not even legally an adult and with no surviving family, Yuuji became responsible for himself.
Recently, his nightmares began to evolve into something different. The cold sweat on his skin began to heat and roll down his chest as he arched off the bed, a muffled moan exhaled from his lips. Eyes quickly darting behind his lids, he managed to kick the blanket off of his body.
Hot, too hot…the hands on his skin were nothing but phantom touches, but he felt them. His sweat dripped, cock throbbing with a desperate need. Yuuji could nearly make out their whispers, he begged to see their faces as he choked on pooled saliva eager to reciprocate the affectionate touch but he couldn’t.
With a jolt Yuuji sat up and cried out. “Fuuuckkk …Ahh…!” Every muscle in his body snapped like a tight rubber band, as his orgasm burst from his cock in thick unending waves.
Doubled over, Yuuji vigorously stroked his length, unable to stop the warm spend from crying down his chest like milky tears. His lungs labored, heart jackhammering in his chest from being startled awake so abruptly. He tried to calm his breathing feeling the last of his cum spill over the head of his cock.
“Again…?” He groaned through a full body tremor.
Squeezing his eyes shut tight he flopped back onto his mattress, all he could remember were those eyes.
Yuuji draped his arm over his face, just laying there completely spent. This has been going on for a week straight, each night he woke up to the violent surging climax of a wet dream. He was exhausted, peaking an eye over at his alarm clock 5:42am, again.
“Well there’s no going back to sleep like this.” Yuuji muttered, feeling the stickiness of his cum start to dry and pull on his skin. “Maybe I should just start wearing a condom to bed if this keeps happening… my poor sheets.” He lamented pitifully.
Somehow he would go to bed fully clothed and wake up naked and exposed. He kicked himself out of bed making his way to his bathroom to shower and clean himself up.
Little did he know, those eyes remained watching with keen interest and a ravenous hunger to devour him again.
“Isn’t he so pretty when he makes a mess of himself like that, Suguru?” The spectral embodiment of a tall man with pure snow white hair commented.
“He’ll look even better when he’s covered with mine.” Suguru retorted, running fingers through his midnight black hair, his eyes remained fixed on the curve of Yuuji’s retreating ass.
“You mean ‘ours’.” A bare forearm landed heavily on Suguru’s shoulder.
“No, no. I meant mine , Satoru.” The mischievous tone was unmistakable.
Satoru pouted and gave him a playful shove sticking out his tongue. “Sure, sure. You can have the outside, I’ll make sure mine stays inside of him.”
They froze just glaring competitively at each other for a long moment, looking ready to argue when they both burst out laughing. Over the millennia the pair never took an interest in the same human vessel, until now. Though, saying they held ‘interest’ for Itadori Yuuji would be a massive understatement for the complete obsession they developed for the boy.
Shrugging off Satoru’s arm, he dusted off his black vest like his touch had somehow sullied the fabric. Satoru just rolled his eyes fixing the buttons on his matching white vest.
Suguru was the first to suggest they intervene in Yuuji's dreams together, however, Satoru wanted to take it a step further. He wanted them to own and possess him completely. In order to do that Yuuji would need to remember them and intentionally call their names into existence.
Only then could they embrace him, flesh to flesh.
So they would visit him every night and only partially devour his dreams while they trained his body and teased his mind until he remembered them. Human lives were so fragile, uncertain and short and if passed on from the physical plane they became unreachable to those who lived eternally, existing between the physical and spiritual realms.
Satoru absently wandered around the bedroom. “You’re going to need me to do the talking–”
“And let your crass tongue scare him off?” Suguru jabbed, leaning his back against the wall with crossed arms.
“One of us has to get to the point! We’ll only have a few minutes to convince him!” Satoru gestured wildly with his hands.
“That’s why I’ll do the talking.” Suguru said, waving him off.
“You really think you can do better than me?! I–” The click of the bedroom door cut Satoru off, bringing their bickering to a screeching halt.
Yuuji yawned loudly, stretching his arms over his head with a towel tied loose around his waist, hair still damp and messy. He braced his hands against his desk looking into the small mirror hung on the wall for a long moment then bowed his head down, deep in thought.
Satoru bounded over like an excited pup, wishing desperately he could touch him.
“Go ahead baby… drop the towel for us. Let’s see you all clean again.” He cooed, placing his head over Yuuji’s shoulder, ghosting his hands over his.
Yuuji’s entire body shivered, every single hair raised on prickled skin. He shimmied his shoulders trying to shake off the sudden chill.
“You know he can’t hear you…” Suguru sighed but nonetheless placed his chin on Yuuji’s other shoulder.
Suguru met Satoru’s eyes in the mirror, Yuuji between them and smirked. “One day soon, we’ll make him ours.”
Amber eyes flicked up in a sudden panic, looking into the mirror, searching. “I think I’m going crazy…”
Yuuji clenched his hands tightly on the edge of the desk. “Who are you… What do you want from me?” He could have sworn the eyes from his dream were peering back at him in the mirror.
“Everything.” Came the simultaneous response.
Satoru felt a strong hand squeeze the nape of his neck. “It’s almost sunrise. Say goodbye for now.”
With a petulant whine Satoru tried to nuzzle and hug around Yuuji’s middle, Suguru was right, they would be back later that night to remind him who he belonged to.
“Wait for us, Yuuji!” Satoru reluctantly joined Suguru by the bedroom window, who looked lost in his lustful admiration for the boy.
Then they were gone, dispersed once more into the ether.
Yuuji spent the remainder of the day going through the motions of school, then working at his part-time job and finally returning home well after sunset.
The house was dark and quiet, it was always too quiet now. Maybe he should look into getting a pet, he mused to himself.
With a heavy sigh he closed the door behind him, dropping his school bag on the floor and proceeded to go about his nightly routine.
From the moment the sun set something shifted in the air, it became heavier with a feeling of being watched, stalked from the shadows. Though it didn’t matter how many times he looked there was never anyone or anything there. Still, he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling, his anxiety starting to fray at his nerves.
He didn’t know just how right he was, they were there, though invisible to the conscious eye, at least for now. Yuuji’s mind wasn’t there yet, the more of their essence they fed him during his dreams and the more Yuuji willingly accepted, desired them, he would begin to see them like apparitions or in reflections. His conscious mind would manifest them on his own.
Satoru sat propped against the wall at the head of Yuuj’s bed while Suguru mused around the bedroom, waiting for their prize to finally retire for the night.
It’s rare for Dream Eaters to feed from the same host, but to only feed consistently from one host was taboo. But what they had planned for this particular boy went far beyond that.
Yuuji walked into the room, fully clothed as usual, looking at his bed with a bit of apprehension and curiosity. As much as he didn’t understand what was going on, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good, to wake up feeling like he’d been touched, held and most of all wanted .
“That’s right sweetheart… we’ll take good care of you.” Suguru huskily teased into his ear, coaxing him into the bed.
“Yuuuuuji~ Finally, it’s been too long!!” Satoru perked up excitedly crawling to the edge of the bed, grabby hands extended impatiently.
Yuuji felt a cold shiver race down his spine, a cool breeze whispering past his ear making his blood heat and race lower for seemingly no reason. He shook his head feeling like he’d lost his sanity.
“Just what is going on with me…” Pinching the bridge of his nose he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, then tucked himself under his comforter and clicked the table light off. “Just… don’t hurt me, whoever–whatever you are…please.” Muttering more to himself than anything.
Before he could even count to ten, he could feel his consciousness slip, sleep coming easier to him now than ever before.
Suguru smirked while sitting on the side of the bed, he traced the curve of Yuuji’s sleeping cheek. He looked so peaceful, he always did until the nightmares reared their unforgiving head. That’s when they would intervene, devouring the terrifying and transmuting it into something much more enjoyable, pleasurable.
Satoru snuggled on top of Yuuji, propping his chin on his chest, he watched Suguru caresse him further into a deep slumber.
“Don’t forget the rules Suguruuu~” Satoru sang while doodling little hearts on Yuuji’s chest.
With a mischievous look on his face, Suguru traced his thumb over Yuuji’s bottom lip just as his eyes started to squint, the rapid movement under his eyelids their signal that it was nearly time.
“Whoever he acknowledges first gets to have him first.” Suguru nodded in agreement.
“Don’t be a poor sport when he picks me again tonight.” Satoru stuck his tongue out in a competitively playful gesture.
With a roll of his eyes and a nonchalant shrug, Suguru placed a kiss on Yuuji's forehead. “Or maybe he's just saving the best for last, he needs the best ending to wake up to after all.”
A sarcastic retort sat heavily on Satoru’s tongue when they both felt the vicious pull of Yuuji’s nightmare.
Yuuji’s body tensed and a sorrowful whimper cried from his lips, his body dropped in temperature becoming slick with sweat and the violent tremble of his limbs twisted their hearts.
They looked at each other, competitiveness and banter forgotten in favor of their chosen one.
Suguru’s expression turned serious meeting the mirrored emotion in Satoru’s. “It’s time. Let’s make our little Yuuji forget his pain.”
Nodding in agreement, both Satoru and Surguru closed their eyes and placed a hand over Yuuji’s temple and the other phantom laced with Yuuji’s clammy palm.
Their essence intensified, glowing brightly and vanished into Yuuji’s subconscious.
They entered the familiar scene of desolation. Everything was burning, buildings dilapidated and crumbling under the destructive flames. Screams echoed and pierced through the landscape belonging to no one but the dream itself. The streets ran thick with a river of crimson blood, reflecting into hellish sky, hazy with smoke and flames.
Sometimes they would find Yuuji silently sobbing by his deceased loved ones, who lay motionless on the ground. Other times, he would wander aimlessly, battered and broken with the chains of his responsibilities and losses dragging behind him, cutting into flesh with each step.
This time, he was alone, kneeling in the street clothes in tatters, dirty and covered head to toe in weeping cuts, staring down at his open hands. The entire scene rumbled, pebbles jostling on the ground when he looked up, a haunted look crossed his features.
“Please…just end this. I can’t take it…it’s too much. It hurts .” Yuuji pleaded, tears streamed down his cheeks, unblinking.
Satoru and Suguru didn’t take their eyes off of him, only extended their hands to him in offering. “Come with us.” They said in unison.
Pained amber eyes flicked between the two men who stood before him in robes, one clad in all white with messy short silvery hair, the other in all black, ebony hair pulled back into a bun, a stray bang hanging loosely in his face.
“Who…? Do I know you? I feel like I…” Yuuji hesitated, feeling his heart leap in his chest.
They looked at each other and then back down to him.
“Come.” They repeated, soft and kind but insistent.
Yuuji swallowed thickly, the flames of destruction licking at his back and then he reached out, delicately placing a hand in Suguru’s outstretched palm followed by Satoru’s.
“Ok…” Yuuji breathed, their fingers securely wrapping his hands.
He was lifted to his feet and pulled between them.
“Don’t look away Yuuji-kun~” Satoru brought the bleeding palm to his lips and kissed the gaping wound.
“Just concentrate on these feelings…” Suguru’s tongue lapped a thick stripe over his other palm, the slash instantly stitching back together.
“Ahh…don’t! Wait, it's dirty!” Yuuji squinted his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, a tingle of electricity nearly buckled his knees.
“Does it still hurt?” Satoru slowly peppered kisses up the length of his bare arm to the delicate shell of his ear.
Yuuji buckled at the soothing voice in his ear, only for a strong arm to wrap around his middle, the heated breath of the other man ghosting over his neck.
“Answer him like a good boy, Yuuji.” Suguru nipped playfully at his neck.
“N–no… I–I feel, this feels. Ngh… can’t think strai–AH!” Yuuji felt his stomach flip, a coolness breezing over the burns on his skin and all at once he felt lighter.
He risked barely peeking his eyes open and audibly gasped, eyes shooting wide. Sandwiched between the two larger bodies, the dream had completely changed around them.
Flames were gone, replaced by the endless expanse of clear water reflecting the white puffy clouds in the bright blue sky. It felt tranquil, a feeling Yuuji hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
“Am I… dead? Are you my angels?” Yuuji looked up, switching between the two men caging him in.
Satoru nuzzled into his cheek. “We’ll never let you die, Yuuji!”
Suguru tipped Yuuji’s chin toward him. “What he means to say is no, you’re not dead. You still don’t remember us?”
Staring up in wonder, Yuuji gaped at him like a fish out of water. He stepped out of their embrace, walked a few paces and turned, tapping his chin he took in their full appearance looking them over. Yuuji tilted his head side to side and then groaned, rustling his hair roughly in frustration, trying to jog his memory.
“Your eyes… I remember your eyes. But why… why can’t I remember anything else…” Yuuji crossed his arms, feeling his heart tug.
He did know them, he didn’t know why he knew them, but he did, well at least his body seemed to. Yuuji felt his fingers twitch, itching to reach out and touch them, blood surged between his legs in preparation for a touch he knew would be coming.
“Our names… Can you think of them? It’s very important that you remember, Yuuji.” Suguru walked forward, circling him like a predator who’d found his prey.
Yuuji struggled, pinching his forehead but sighed and shook his head. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”
Suguru pressed his chest to his back with an arm winding around his middle to pull them flush. “Repeat after me.” He kissed and gently sucked at his shoulder. “Suguru.”
Yuuji melted into the touch, tilting his head giving him better access to his skin. “Suguru?”
He nearly jumped out of his skin feeling a hand caress his length between his thighs, teeth grazing his jaw.
“Very good, Yuuji!” Satoru praised, squeezing the hardened length a little more. “My turn!”
“Say my name Yuuji-kun! Sa-to-ru!” He smiled, giddily rubbing their noses together.
Yuuji giggled and flushed deeply. “Satoru…”
The moment his name left Yuuji’s lips Satoru claimed them, kissing him passionately at the same time Suguru sucked on his neck deep and rough, grinding his hips forward against the seam of his ass.
Yuuji gasped, clutching one hand behind him, fisting in Suguru’s hair pulling him harder against his back, the other holding onto Satoru’s arm while he stroked the outline of his cock.
“We’re here to save you, we’re going to take away all of your nightmares.” Suguru slipped a hand under the tattered remains of Yuuji’s shirt and ripped it away, leaving flawless and newly healed skin in its place.
Satoru pulled back and pressed another chaste kiss to his lips. “All you have to do is choose us, remember us and call our names when you wake up. Then we can keep you safe, forever.”
An uneasy feeling of insecurity welled up in Yuuji’s chest. Everyone he’d ever gotten close to either left and abandoned him or died leaving him all alone. Were his dreams taunting him now? Dangling the one thing he wanted most in his life in front of him, just to rip it away at the last moment.
“None of that, Yuuji.” Suguru turned Yuuji’s chin, stealing his lips from Satoru, looking deep into those tumultuous honeyed eyes. “We can hear your thoughts here.”
“We’ve already chosen you. Once you choose us, we will give you everything in return. We won’t leave you like everyone else.” Suguru gripped his chin firmly. “We will show up every night until you remember us, until you call for us. You won’t be alone again.”
Fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants and pulled them free in the same manner as his shirt, flesh healed, naked and now trembling for a completely different reason.
“We’re going to fill you with our essence, right…here. Again and again.” Satoru pressed his palm into Yuuji’s abdomen, drifting his fingers down into the dark thatch of hair above his blushing cock. “Trust us.”
Yuuji moaned from the sensation, their words wrapping like velvet around his deepest desires. He didn’t know them, or maybe he did, he couldn’t remember, but he felt so good here. What would be the harm in indulging in this fantasy a little longer?
“Good boy, let go and let us take care of you.” Suguru gently pinched a nipple between his fingers, licking up the column of his throat while his eyes briefly met Satoru’s in triumph.
Yuuji had taken Suguru’s hand first and that meant Satoru would have Yuuji after him.
Satoru narrowed his eyes, trying to convey his displeasure at Suguru’s smugness, but was dragged out of their little staring contest when Yuuji’s hands impatiently tugged and pulled at their clothing.
“Not fair…” Yuuji grumbled, pawing at them. “You’re wearing too much…”
Suguru nodded to Satoru who stepped back and pulled at the golden cords to his robe letting it fall from his shoulders and pool on the ground.
“Do you like what you see?” Suguru held Yuuji firmly against his body with one arm, the other crawling up his throat, two fingers pressing to his lips and pushing their way past, pressing down stroking the thick muscle.
The hot wetness of Yuuji’s tongue lapped at the digits while saliva overflowed from his lips, dripping down his chin.
Meekly Yuuji nodded, eyes lidded to half mast, glassy with lust as Satoru stripped and watched Suguru manipulate his body. Satoru was lean pale perfection, toned and muscled and hungry– those blue eyes consuming him whole. It made him shiver and grind back against Suguru.
Satoru’s gaze raked over Yuuji’s exposed body, his chest adorably flushed pink, heaving with labored breaths. His cock throbbed between his legs, arousal dripped from the head running thickly down his shaft with each pulsation, begging to be touched, sucked .
Satoru licked his lips, Suguru might be been lucky enough to fuck Yuuji first this time, but he would be sucking the orgasm right out of his needy body.
“Come here Yuuji~” Satoru opened his arms wide, grinning from ear to ear.
Suguru removed his fingers and kissed his lips, licking away the strands of saliva. With a gentle shove, he pushed Yuuji into Satoru’s waiting arms.
Palms landed on Satoru’s bare chest leaving him momentarily paralyzed in awe. He dug blunt nails into the creamy expanse of flesh feeling the living breathing man beneath. Yuuji gasped feeling Satoru’s erection grind into his abdomen sliding like silk against his own.
“I’m very real, I assure you, Yuuji.” Satoru teased, hands steadying his hips but keeping them chest to chest.
Standing a head taller than him, Satoru felt the slick wetness of Yuuji’s precum glide against his inner thigh. After stealing a kiss he embraced him tightly and turned Yuuji’s head to watch Suguru disrobe.
Suguru greedily sucked at his drenched fingers, mingling their spit together and then let his robes fall to the ground in a pool of midnight. He was more tanned with slightly broader shoulders, erection hard and framed by the same ebony hair.
These two men were pure, dreamlike perfection. Yuuji gaped, doe eyed watching Suguru take the massive length in his palm and stroke himself with their saliva as he cleared the short distance to them, barely a breath away from his back.
“Are you ready, Yuuji-kun? That’s all going to be inside of you, again.” Satoru purred, kissing his cheek.
“W–will it fit?! I don't th–think it’s going to…Ngh!” Yuuji jumped and swallowed, sounding apprehensive when the tip of Suguru’s cock traced the seam of his ass.
They laughed darkly in unison while they knelt in front and behind Yuuji, respectively. “This is your dream domain Yuuji, we will fit. It won’t even hurt, not here.” Suguru kissed his tailbone using his thumbs to spread him apart.
Satoru sat back on his heels and held onto Yuuji’s thighs, using the tip of his tongue he traced along the pulsing veins of his cock, from base to tip.
“Relax, Yuuji-kun, give in and let us show you...” His tongue delved into his wet slit before sucking on just the tip, a cool breath breezed over the heated skin making him shiver. “Just how good we can make you feel.”
“Ss–satoruu…” Yuuji lurched forward, gripping onto Satoru’s shoulders for support.
A scream lodged in his throat the moment Suguru tasted him, lapping wetly at his perfectly pink ring of muscle, Yuuji’s knees went weak and buckled. His body responded in earnest, his entrance fluttered, twitching rapidly with each swipe.
Suguru held firm, burying his face between his cheeks, tonguing at his hole, pushing in and retreating, edging him closer to his first release.
“Ah…! Ngh!!” Yuuji pushed back into Suguru’s mouth. “M–more… I need more. I– Hah!”
A finger pushed past his rim sinking all of the way to the last knuckle, moving in tandem with his tongue a second finger thrust in deep, filling and stretching him. The sudden invasion wrenched a deep groan from his lungs.
Satoru seized the opportunity to swallow the entire length of Yuuji’s cock into the recess of his throat. He felt Yuuji go completely rigid, muscles lock and clutch desperately into his hair, unable to utter a single sound his body trembled.
Suguru’s fingers pulled out and slammed back in, pressing right into his prostate, jolting his hips and forcing his cock deeper into Satoru’s throat and without warning expelling his first orgasm.
“Ah…! Cumming!” Yuuji ripped at the white strands, holding Satoru’s head captive to the base of his cock as he came, his viscous spend pulsing down his throat in thick waves.
Suguru smirked, curling his fingers up and thrust a few more times until his twitching slowly subsided. Pulling his fingers free he bit the soft curve of his ass followed by a solid *smack* making Yuuji gasp and moan.
Yuuji slowly let Satoru’s head free, muttering half hearted apologies, only to watch him continue to bob and suck on his spent, half hard cock before finally releasing him.
Licking his lips, Satoru sat back with knees spread wide, a wall of clouds having formed behind him to lean against.
Suguru loosened his hold and let Yuuji drop to his knees, unable to keep himself standing he tried to concentrate on his breathing. Suguru’s arm wrapped around his waist pulling him back kissing along his shoulder.
“Wet your fingers in Satoru’s mouth, Yuuji.” Suguru commanded, biting at his earlobe.
Obediently Yuuji placed three fingers into Satoru’s mouth who greedily grabbed his wrist and shoved them all of the way in, sucking and coating each and every digit with cum and saliva.
“Good boy…” Suguru purred. “Now.” He brought Yuuji’s dripping fingers behind him and wrapped them around his shaft. “Get me all nice and slick for you, Yuuji.”
Yuuji tipped his head back against his shoulder and stroked, making sure the mess coated him from the head all the way to the base. He controlled the pressure of his fingers and twisted his wrist at the top, thumb grazing his slit.
Before Yuuji could do anymore he was bucked forward into Satoru’s waiting lap, coming face to face with his large and needy erection.
Fingertips lifted Yuuji’s chin and he met the brilliant blue of Satoru’s eyes. “Take all of him.”
The head of Suguru’s cock pressed into his slick entrance, one hand on his hip, the other pressed down on the small of his back forcing him to bow lower. “Open those pretty lips and repay the favor, Yuuji.”
Slowly, Yuuji licked the tip of Satoru’s cock and then slipped him past his lips with a shallow bob of his head.
Suguru surged forward, sheathing himself in one long thrust, at the same moment Satoru forced his head down, in the same manner Yuuji had done to him, suffocating his voice.
Yuuji felt tears prick the corner of his eyes from the combined sensations, though not out of pain, they hadn’t lied about that, it was the overwhelming pleasure that stimulated every cell in his body. He choked, scrambling and clawing at Satoru’s hips but he was held firmly in place, the thickness of his shaft expanding his throat.
Suguru hissed, feeling Yuuji clamp down, the tight searing heat of his body sucking him in. Gripping his hips he intentionally ground forward circling his hips, forcing his velvet walls in every direction. Gargled whimpers and muffled cries spurred him on.
“Suguru…!” Yuuji sputtered, pulled off Satoru’s cock by his hair.
That’s all of the encouragement he needed in order to retreat until the head caught on the taught little rim and rut back into him. Suguru thrust into him hard and slow, ensuring Yuuji felt every single inch fuck into him, over and over again.
Yuuji felt his eyes cross, jaw gone slack and the full jerk of his body rutting obscenely against Satoru.
His mouth claimed and breath stolen once more, Satoru’s tongue invaded his mouth and demanded his attention. There was nothing sweet or soft in this moment, it was possessive, sloppy and wet, the way the sound of their moans mingled together fed their desires.
“Satoru…” Yuuji cried into his mouth as Suguru picked up his rhythm, thrusting into him with abandon.
Suguru groaned and leaned over Yuuji’s back, arm clenched around his chest, the other gripping his hair and turning his mouth to him.
Lost to their passion, Yuuji could only hold on and take what they gave him, indulging in the pleasure of their bodies, he barely felt his orgasm approaching until Suguru’s hips began to stutter, violently slamming into him to a degree that would’ve killed a normal person.
Satoru smirked and bit down hard on Yuuji’s shoulder, a hand wrapped around their cocks and strokes in time with Suguru’s last thrusts.
“F–Fuck…Yuuji… Mmn! Take it!” Suguru bit out, kissing him hard and yanking his head, in what should be a painful angle. He bucked into him one last time and held him securely in place, filling him to the brim.
Yuuji cried out against his lips, holding on to both men as he came undone once more, cum spilling over the head of their joined cocks. Liquid warmth radiated from the inside of his stomach, he could feel it expand and intensify but then it stopped, cut off and maintained like the sensation waiting for something.
Suguru huffed out in smug satisfaction, steading his pulse he thrust his spend back inside a few more times, for good measure. Only then did he slowly pull out his length, still dripping he covered his hole with his thumb, refusing to allow any of his cum to push out.
“Felt amazing… so good…Suguru.” Yuuji nuzzled back into him, fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him down into a lingering kiss.
A hand pushed into Yuuji’s chest, gently guiding him back into Suguru’s lap. Satoru crowded close, rubbing their noses together. “My turn.”
Satoru smirked, lifting Yuuji’s leg over his shoulder and positioning the head of his painfully hard erection to his swollen hole. “Don’t let any come out now. It’s very important that it stays inside you, Yuuji.”
“...kay…” Yuuji replied weakly with a nod and tilted his hips up, pushing the tip inside. He held on tightly to Suguru’s arm wrapped around his chest as Satoru sinks into him, never breaking eye contact.
“Look at how your body just sucks him right in.” Suguru praised while kissing his neck.
Satoru sighed in delight, completely engulfed in Yuuji’s silken heat. “A perfect fit, you were made for us, Yuuji.”
Leaning forward, legs folded to Yuuji’s chest, Satoru licked at his lips, kissing him sweetly as he rocked his hips back and forth. He’d been edged to the point of bursting but he didn’t want to cum, not yet. He needed Yuuji to reach that point with him, one final time.
Yuuji gasped into his mouth bringing a hand to cup his cheek, the other still digging into Suguru’s arm. Fingers stroked his cock through his mess, already hard and wanting again, whose hand it was at this point, he wasn’t sure. Dragged from his thoughts he was forced to focus on the pleasure ravaging his body.
The fullness of Satoru plunging into him repeatedly, the strength of Suguru’s arm holding him securely in place, their lips and tongues sucking, tasting, devouring his body made his head spin.
Satoru anchored his hands around his thighs, angled his hips and drove into him. He could feel himself getting closer with each wet and sloppy thrust, skin smacking together in a debauched symphony.
“Close… so close. Please… please, please! Satoru!” Yuuji sobbed, his body heating to an unnatural degree, thrashing in their hold.
“Cum for us baby…” Suguru purred, watching him come apart on Satoru’s cock, just like he had on his.
Satoru kissed him hard, the liquid heat in his groin coiled and with a lurch of his hips he was convulsing, spilling deep inside of Yuuji’s body mixing with Suguru’s spend, their essences combining.
Yuuji screamed out his final orgasm, eyes rolled back and squeezed shut, his body shuddering under the immense escalation in sensitivity. Each wave of Satoru’s orgasm filled him to capacity, threatening to overflow.
The warmth filling him began to churn, it felt weird and foreign like he was being more than just filled. He felt it change something inside of him on a very fundamental level, it tingled and burned, feeling like sharp pins and needles crawling through every nerve ending. It left him a little more than breathless, he became overwhelmed by an onslaught of vivid thoughts and emotions.
The moment his legs fell away from Satoru’s shoulders a sobbing hiccup wracked his chest. He could feel them fading and he clutched desperately to the two men holding him close. He wept, tears streaming down his cheeks, he needed them closer, needed them to stay, to never leave again.
He would remember them, how could he ever have forgotten them in the first place? “No! Don’t go! Don’t leave me… please!!” Yuuji began to hyperventilate in a panic.
Two sets of lips descended on his skin once more, kissing and touching everywhere, his legs, arms, chest and face, hands carding through his hair, fingers caressing his cheeks and over his eyes.
Satoru held Yuuji’s face cupped in his palms, pressing their foreheads together as he cooed and tried to comfort his nerves.
Suguru held him protectively from behind, tucking his head into his neck he peppered his neck with kisses, rubbing his thumbs and hands over his chest. His embrace served as a solid foundation for Yuuji to hold on to.
“Shh…We’re here.” Suguru soothed.
“I can feel you fading…” Yuuji cried harder, trying to snuggle deeper into Suguru’s hold while dragging Satoru tighter to his lap.
“Yuuji, we will always come back for you. We’ll come back until you’re able to remember us when you wake up and call our names.” Satoru pressed a kiss to his salty, tear soaked lips.
“Yuuji…” Suguru guided Yuuji’s hand down to the swell of his stomach, making him feel the distension of Satoru’s cock still filling him, keeping their essence deep inside. “You are filled with a part of us. The more you take the easier it will be to see and remember us. We’ll be looking forward to having you in your next dream, Yuuji.”
“We will see you soon, our little Yuuji-kun~” Satoru grinned.
They each continued to press kisses to Yuuji’s lips, holding him securely while he started to feel himself growing heavy, his mind becoming fuzzy. Yuuji tried with all of his might to hold on to them, to the very fabric of the dream.
“Come back to me!” Yuuji shouted, sitting bolt upright in his bed, sweating, grabbing absently in front and behind him, searching.
Looking around at the plain walls of his room he touched his face, surprised to feel fresh wet streaks of tears that had fallen. Naked once more he sighed and tilted his head, curiously he touched the mess he made on his stomach, he felt full but expected to feel… something more?
Yuuji dug his palms into his eyes and shook his head. He forgot something important, he knows he did, he could feel it. A vast emptiness settled in his chest and he felt so alone again, but there was also a sense of excitement too. What was it?!
With a frustrated groan he threw his legs over the edge of his bed and attempted to stand, only to collapse back. He was sore all over as if he’d been through the workout of his life, one place was exceptionally and puzzlingly sore, was his backside, which didn’t make any sense.
Hobbling into the bathroom like a newborn giraffe, he washed his face and he looked up into the mirror.
Them! It was them!
Fresh tears welled in his eyes as he choked back a sob, he grabbed the sides of the mirror in shock. The vestiges of the men from his dreams looked back at him with boundless adoration and excitement.
Yuuji could see their faces clear as day, no longer just watchful eyes.
Their names! What were their names?! That’s it! He just had to remember and they could be with him like they promised!
Yuuji looked over his shoulder, willing to see them there in person but knowing he wouldn’t. He glanced back to the mirror and traced his fingers over their images before they shimmered and dispersed, the cresting of the sun shone through the open door into the mirror's surface.
“Wait! Come back! Don’t leave yet!” Yuuji wailed, clutching it like a lifeline when a slice of pain carved into his chest at the loss. “I…I need you.”
Yuuji sank down to the floor, bringing his knees into his chest and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He swore he could feel their hands, their breath on his skin like a ghostly whisper.
“Tonight… Wait for us tonight, our Yuuji.” Their voices rang out perfectly in his mind and he couldn’t help but feel a little relief.
A genuine smile graced his lips and he rested his chin on his knee. They would come for him again, he needed to be patient and wait for night to fall. He would definitely remember their names the next time, he was sure of it!
Yuuji felt his heart skip a beat and he let his mind drift into a wonderful daydream, envisioning the men who’d stolen his heart so completely. “Tonight…” He sighed, hopeful.