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Raoul's Vision

By: Ka-Ching!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ai no Kusabi or any of its characters. I am not making any money off of this fanfiction.

Warning: Yaoi, possible OOC, PWP

Summary: This takes place after Iason's death. Raoul is having a dream of sorts. Could Iason be trying to contact him for some reason from beyond the grave? Or was it merely just a dream? Judge for yourself.

Iason pressed his naked body to Raoul's, kissing him slowly and deeply.

Raoul had wanted this for years. He return Iason's kiss. It didn't dawn on him that Iason was supposed to be dead. That this couldn't be real. Perhaps it didn't dawn on him because he didn't want it to. Lately, he'd tried to pretend that Iason was still alive, that he had never died. He'd taken care not to do it in public, though, so people wouldn't think him crazy. The last thing he needed was to be known as "the crazy Blondie."

"You've got something on your mind…" Iason said as he broke the kiss.

"No." Raoul answered, not wanting to say what was really on his mind, in the back of his head, waiting for him to come back to reality. If he said anything, thought anything, then Iason would disappear. He knew it.

"I love you." Iason said, kissing him again.

"But, I thought you loved Riki." Raoul said, breaking the kiss after a moment.

"I do." Iason said.

"How can you love us both?" Raoul asked, more than a little jealous that a brown haired man would get such attention and affection from Iason.

"I've loved you longer, I've loved you deeper. I just couldn't say it before. I don't know how I can love more than one person, but I do. And, I want to be with you, the way I never could before." Iason said, sliding his hands down Raoul's sides.

"I'm not some whore." Raoul said, angrily, even though he wanted this, possibly more than Iason did.

"Never." Iason replied, moving to kiss and nip at Raoul's neck.

Raoul gave a soft moan and melted against Iason, moving to give the taller man more access to his neck.

Iason added some soft licks to the places he nipped. He let his hands travel down Raoul's nude body, sliding to his ass, squeezing slightly.

Raoul gasped softly and pressed closer, but before he knew it Iason was pressing him up against the wall. He didn't resist, not even when Iason picked up his left leg and moved it about his waist, the head of Iason's hard cock pressing against Raoul's entrance.

"No lube?" Raoul asked, raising an amused eyebrow, even though he knew it would hurt him.

"We don't need it." Iason said, slowly sliding in.

Raoul moaned, arching his back a bit, making himself tighter around Iason's cock. Iason had been right, they didn't need to lube. He wondered why, but didn't have time to think about it, as Iason started to thrust in and out of him, angling himself to hit Raoul's sweet spot every time.

Iason didn't make any noise, he just looked into Raoul's eyes as he continued to make love to him. It was hard to tell whether or not Iason was getting any pleasure from this, but Raoul knew that if he wasn't he could never have gotten it up to take him in the first place.

Raoul moaned Iason's name, starting to move a bit with him, moving to slide his hands along Iason's body, but Iason put a stop to that quickly enough, using one hand to pin both of Raoul's against the wall.

"I am not Riki. Don't treat me like him…" Raoul breathed out.

Iason said nothing, but let go of Raoul's hands, letting Raoul caress him in all the right places, as it turned out.

Soon Raoul couldn't take it anymore, as Iason thrust harder and faster into him, kissing him but not closing his eyes, staring right into Raoul's eyes the entire time, living off of the reactions Raoul gave. He could always read more into Raoul's eyes than anyone else could.

Raoul came, hard, crying out Iason's name, arching his back, his body trembling and shuddering, his insides clamping down around Iason's cock.

Before Iason could cum inside of him, though, the other Blondie disappeared and Raoul opened his eyes. He sat up, noticing the blankets all twisted around himself, and the fact that he'd cum all over himself. He didn't care though. He brought a hand up and wiped angrily at his face, as he found he was crying again. Damn it. Why did that have to be a dream?

"Iason…" Raoul said softly to himself, or perhaps to Iason himself, sighing softly, wishing that Iason's death had been the dream.

Raoul looked down at the pillow he'd had his head on and noticed three hairs, each longer and of lighter color than Raoul's own hair. Just the color and length Iason's used to be. He picked them up, carefully, and brought them over to a box and put them in it, then locked the small box and put it with the few things of Iason's that he had.

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