Fan Fiction ❯ A Wonderful Nightmare ❯ Chapter 1

A Wonderful Nightmare

By Mara-chan

Disclaimer : I don't own Soul Calibur (yeah, another one of those thigns I asked for this Christmas and DID NOT GET.) Damn, I'm only putting this thing up so that there would be a yaoi lemon in this section! I can't write them, and there's major OOCness. I would have left it to the professionals, but they weren't answering. Now that I look back on this, there are some blaring physical impossibilities, but play along anyway, all right?

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Nightmare. I wonder how you got that name. Was it because you instill people with horrific dreams of slaughter and blood? Or perhaps because you view this time of your life as a bad dream. Perhaps it is, and I am just a figment of that dream, about to drift away as soon as you wake up.

I know that you are not always so horrible. In your waking hours, you are a kind-hearted man, generously giving what you have to the needy and taking care of those that need to be taken care of. I've noticed that your eyes aren't really red either. They're green. Crystal, pale green, like the foam atop the crest of a wave. They're bright and quick, but something sad hovers just below the surface.

It saddens me to see you hurt. Really, you're not a bad person. It's the other side of you that is the bad one. You don't deserve this. A man who would rather pick flowers and help children than participate in war doesn't deserve anything so cruel and horrible.

And now, as I look at your weary face as you sit and cry in the moonlight, I pray that this isn't a dream for either of us, for in dreams, just as something wonderful is about to happen, you wake up, cold and alone. No, I want this to be real, so I can walk over and kiss away your tears. I don't know if you'll remember me from fighting as Nightmare, but I aim to find out.

I walk over calmly, and you don't acknowledge my presence until I kneel down on one knee next to you.

"Raphael," you whisper as another hot, salty tear slides down your face like a lonely raindrop.

"Siegfried," I say placing a hand on your shoulder. You look up at me suddenly, your eyes wide with almost innocent shock.

"You know my name?" you ask, more tears pooling in your glistening eyes. I nod. You close your eyes for a moment. "I almost forgot it myself."

"You are forced to suffer what you don't deserve," I say using my free hand to lift your head up so we can look each other in the eye. You open your eyes and more tears slide down your face. "I'd love to take away your pain, if you'd like to let me."

You are silent for a moment, and something flickers in your eyes. Lust? I grin slowly and lean in, pressing my lips against your cheek, carefully licking away your hot tears. You sigh softly and I move on to your other cheek. I feel you shudder against me, and I pull away for just a moment, dropping my hand from your chin.

You look up at me with an air of excited sadness.

"Please," you whisper as yet more tears filled your eyes. "Please, don't stop."

I smile again and carefully kiss away the new tears, stopping every so often to nuzzle your nose or neck and place a fevered kiss on your exposed collarbone. I pause for a minute, and embrace you, placing my cheek to yours. I've waited so long for a chance to comfort you, and I just need to savor it. I close my eyes and I feel you lean into my arms. I smile one more time before pulling back, my arms still around you.

You look up at me and a flicker of happiness flashes in your eyes. I lean in so that our lips are just touching, making the both of us shiver from the feather light pressure. I can't take teasing myself anymore, so I lean in fully and press my lips against yours. I slowly slide my tongue across your bottom lip and you moan. I grin and press a little harder against your mouth. One of your hands slip into my short, platinum blonde hair, your fingers tangling in it at the base of my neck. You finally part your lips and I delve into your mouth, mapping it out in my head. Oh, dear God, you taste so sweet, like you had been sucking on peppermint root all day.

You moan again, and slip my gloves off behind your back, dropping them with no care to where they are put. I tangle my own hand in your gold-spun locks and gently pull your head back so that I have more of the upper hand in our passion-locked kiss. I move my free hand around so that I can begin to unbutton your rough cotton shirt, gently pushing it off your shoulders so that I could run my hand down the flat panes of muscle and battle scarred skin. You help me by shrugging off the cloth, and I wonder how long we're going to be lip locked.

But then you break away. I look to you, startled and a bit taken aback.

"Raphael . . ." you whisper, tearing up again. "We cannot. I don't know what would happen."

I sigh and reach up to wipe away the moisture from your eyes.

"Siegfried, you don't have to. I just hate to see you suffer so." I embrace you once more and kiss your cheek lightly. "I'll go then. Let me just find my gloves."

I make a move to get up and walk away, but you grab my wrist and gently pull me back.

"No, I . . ." you whisper, faltering. "No, please stay. I need this as much as you do."

I place a hand on your bare, tanned chest and felt your heart begin to race underneath my fingertips. I smile slyly.

"I'll stay." I kiss you again, and you seem powerless against me. I trace a deep scar on your side with my finger tip and pull away to lovingly trace it with my mouth. You shudder and moan, only spurring me on, finding deeper, darker scars to go over and try in ignorant bliss to heal.

I finally notice your hands tugging at my vest and shirt hungrily. I pull away and chuckle at your innocent eagerness, though you are far from pure and white. I slowly shrug off my vest, then unlace my shirt even more slowly. I see a fine sheen of sweat form on your body and grin. You tire of me playing cat and mouse with you and tug off the restricting garment.

You run your hands over my pale chest and the corners of your mouth turn up.

"I think I'm going to be happy for once," you say dreamily. "If just for a little while."

"No, Siegfried. You have to be happy for the rest of your life." I brush a few errant strands of hair out of your face and kiss your forehead. "Just remember this one time, and the happiness should last."

You smile and rest your head on my chest.

"We're going to move along soon, you know that, right?" I ask running my hand through your sunlight-colored hair. You nod and start to trail kisses up my abdomen to my chest, the up to my neck. I feel myself shudder and I lose a bit more of my restraint. I feel your soft, warm tongue slide across the long, pearlescent scar on my collarbone. Do you know that you put it there?

I put my hands on the small of your back and press you closer to me. You nuzzle my neck and, as a return of the favor of your tracing my scar, I flick my tongue out against your ear lobe. You groan and I just grin. I take hold of one of yours hands and take two of yours fingers in my mouth, lolling my tongue around them in such a way that you moan and shudder.

I pause for a moment, letting your fingers slide out of my mouth, and reach for the tie on your pants. I carefully undo it one knot at a time, squeezing my fingers in to loosen the string. The friction caused by my fingers causes you to shiver and moan, and I can feel you grow hand through the thin layer of cheap material. Even after the string is undone, I continue to slide my fingers in and out of the part of your pants that had once had the string in front of it. You groan, and I decide to stop teasing you and slide your trousers off and toss them to who knows where. I sit still for a moment, taking in the sight of your naked body that seemed to radiate sunlight, even though it was the night. I stifled a groan as I felt myself grow hard at the sight of you.

You move closer to me and reach for the ties to my own breeches. I catch you and make you sit still as I kick off my boots and take off my belt and sword sheath. You are so obviously new at this it almost makes me laugh to see you so wantonly tugging at the laces. I decide to help you by guiding your larger hands with my own feminine-looking fingers. I notice an excited blush spreading across your face, and I can't help but smile. As soon as my breeches are tossed aside with your own, you sit back on your heels for a moment.

You look at me in mute awe. I know I must look sort of intimidating to someone as new to this as you, but that cannot be helped.

"The moon god has been cast unto the Earth," you murmur running a hand through my hair. I give you a puzzled look and you smile. "Everything about you is pale. Your hair, your eyes, your skin. You're like a moon god, reflecting the dim radiance of the waxing moon on a cool night."

It's odd, isn't it, that you likened me to the moon and I likened you to the sun? Maybe we were more destined for this night than either of us could know.

I smile at you and begin to run my hand up and down your chest, each time getting dangerously closer to your engorged member. You buried your face in my shoulder and finally, I halt my caresses and gently lay you on your back, supporting myself over you on one arm and my knees. I lean down and kiss you lightly on the lips. You want me, I can tell by the way you push back.

Carefully, I hook your legs over my shoulders and steady myself over you. I slowly guide myself into you, letting you adjust to the feeling. You mew in pain like a wounded kitten and I lift you up in my arms, kissing your cheek and your closed eyelids. It still hurts, I know that, but you are very good with pain, as I had learned from fighting you.

After I feel that you are ready, I begin a heavy rhythm, steady as the lap of the waves on a beach, but wild as the bucking of a horse. You moan under me, and I put a hand on your lower abdomen, just so I can feel the heat being emitted from you. I feel perspiration form on my face and watch as it drips down onto your stomach, where is splatters against your own sweat.

The heat being emitted from both of us is becoming unbearable. I barely stifle a groan as I feel a ripple of energy pass through my loins. It vaguely registers that you're bucking wildly against me, and that I am moaning your name over and over, and you were screaming mine as well.

And all I can see as I climax is your eyes, beautiful and wide in a most virgin-like way. And then we both reached our peak, both our chests getting covered in your sticky seed. I vaguely heard you scream my name a final time before I collapsed on the ground next to you.

"R . . . Raphael . . ." you pant, too out of breath to say much more. I turn to you and gather you up in my arms, running a hand through your hair and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "Raphael, oh, Raphael . . ."

"Shh, shh," I whisper in your ear. "I know, Siegfried." I plant another petal soft kiss on your flushed cheeks. "I know." You nuzzle my collar bone and plant a barely-there kiss on my neck.

"You . . . should go before I fall asleep," you whisper after you've caught your breath. "I don't want to kill you. I don't want to fight you again."

I kiss you before you can say anything more.

"I'll be gone just after you fall asleep." I push those spiky bangs out of your face and plant a kiss there as well. "I promise I will be. Just don't fall asleep before I get dressed." You nod and I lay you down, collecting our discarded clothing from wherever it lay. I put your clothes down next to you and you sit up and begin to dress.

I smooth back my rumpled hair before I put my gloves on and make sure that everything is perfectly in place before I walk over and kiss you once more on your lips, now chapped and swollen from our little venture.

"Sleep now," I whisper as I lay you back down amid the tall grass, now pushed down and bent over from our lovemaking. You nod wearily and curl up into a small ball near my lap.

"Good night, Raphael," you whisper.

"Good night, Siegfried," I reply huskily as I remember the feeling of you shuddering underneath me. "Don't think too much about what happens tonight after you go to sleep. You'll be redeemed in the end."

You smile and your eyes close. Your breathing becomes regular and I stand up and walk away before you would have the chance to transform in front of me. As I near the edge of the clearing where I tied my horse, I turn to look at you, but you are already gone.

Nightmare. My wonderful Nightmare.