Disclaimer: Don't own FF X-2...don't want to...but Gippal...gyaa.

Warning: Shonen ai, yaoi later on

Pairing: Gippalai!

Summary: Everyone knows Gippal's a ladies man, so when he suddenly gets a wet dream that includes a certain praetor in a very steamy situation, things begin to change. Wrong mistake number one, don't ask the object of lust for help... But as always, thinking wasn't his forte.

Last Night

Dream sequence one

Hot, needy moans, hands drifting everywhere they could find, mouths connecting with ferocious force, tongues in a duel for dominance...

Gippal was currently twisting with the covers, mouth open and agape while his hips were doing a particularly nasty movement.

A throaty, near cough escaped the shadowed figure from beneath him, sharp fingers digging into his back almost painfully, making his senses seem much more alert as Gippal continued rapping his nectarous mouth, supple and fresh.

His hands were clutching the pillow so tightly, they were turning a dark pink. Pearly teeth biting down incredibly roughly on his bottom lip, possibly enough to draw blood as his head swished from side to side.

Propping tanned legs on his shoulders and positioning himself, he dived inside the incredibly tight cavity, throwing his head back while mumbling incoherent sentences, screaming out Baralai--

Lone eye widening, sweat sliding down hot skin, and breathing becoming shallow. Gippal took a deep breath, laying as still as he could while he had certain problems in his lower regions. Closing his eyelids, the steamy memories of the dream came flying back, skin on tantalizing skin.

"So hot..." In a literal sense as well considering his body felt like it was on fire.

Realization finally dawned, and the horrified look on his face didn't convey his agony very well.

He had just had a wet dream about his...

His..

His best friend!

"Baralai..." He mumbled quietly, almost inaudibly to the darkness surrounding the room. Did it mean anything? Well, of course it did! But what? He wasn't gay, nor was even bi-curious. There was really no attraction to the silver haired man either. Strange. He couldn't help but admit the sex was incredibly delicious, even if it was dream-sex.

But...the words bi, Baralai and sex shouldn't have fit in the same sentence. But they seemed to string together so well, so easily that Gippal had a hard time not concentrating on hot sex with the Yevonite.

Wait--no! Very, very bad Gippal! He mentally slapped himself for such naughty, uncharacteristic thoughts. He liked girls, not extremely pretty boys. Big breasted women with luscious legs and a juicy ass.

And there was still the matter of his groin area, all happy to see him. Damn his libido.

"Oh Yevon... I gotta go see 'Lai..."

That could be a sexual induendo... But could he really tell Baralai about the...incident...? Someone he treasured dearly and trusted with his life. Could he really explain his dream about his friend to his friend...

Fuck.

()()()-

Well, if you were too embarrassed to tell your friend the dream based on him, make up a magic person and insert him/her into the picture. Although, Gippal found it extremely odd that Baralai was still looking at him strangely.

"So, let me get this straight. You came all the way here to tell me that...you had a sex dream about sleeping with a...man?"

Blushing deep red and hating it, he turned from the deep gaze boring into him. "...Yes...but it wasn't like I wanted to!"

Nodding, white strands falling into his face as he did so, Baralai took a book from a self near by, flipping through it. "Well, this type of dream has always perplexed me. Dream, dreams," he muttered, pushing his fingers down on a page and looking up.

Gippal leaned back in his chair, smirk coiling his lips. Baralai always was helpful.

"This definition would probably suit it best... a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep. Or maybe this one, a cherished desire. A vain hope, a state of mind characterized by abstraction and release from reality."

Huffing, Gippal shrugged impatiently, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah yeah, but what I need to know is what it means!"

Baralai sighed, refraining from a twitch that he could feel was coming on. "It means, you might have some sort of desire you didn't know about, or because you're so popular with girls, you might want something different and the dream world is your escape."

Gippal's eye nearly bugged out of his head, his posture changing immediately into a straight rigid stance. "That is not right! I'm not gay, not even bi so that's out..."

"No Gippal, you don't really want it in reality, so it's expressed in your dreams."

Still, the blond knitted his brows together, shaking his head. "Yeah but Baralai, I don't want to be with a guy...ever!"

Baralai padded softly to where his friend sat, patting his shoulder as he handed him the book. "Look it over Gippal, you might find your answers. You can stay here as long as you like."

Smiling slightly, Gippal stood, taking the book while embracing the other man gently. "Thank you," he whispered into Baralai's neck, his own eye widening at how close he was holding him romantically. When he pulled away, Baralai had a dark blush on his cheeks, adding to his features and making him even more lovely.

Yes, Gippal wasn't a Fag, but he couldn't deny Baralai's uncommon beauty for a boy. But that meant nothing considering he was completely, one hundred and twenty percent straight. He watched Baralai's lips form a brilliant smile that lit the entire room with its presence. He felt something twist in his stomach.

"Well, 'night 'Lai."

The silver haired man gave another sunshine smile, tilting his head slightly and letting strands of arrant snow-like hair fall into his dark eyes. Gippal had to admit to himself, if Baralai never smiled, there would be no reason to wake up. The man's smiles were like a drug he couldn't break.

"Good night Gippal."

()()()-

"I will not have a sexual dream about Baralai, I will not picture him underneath me naked and helpless while I fuck him, I will not picture Baralai in the first place. Think Women, Gippal." He grinned, closing his eye.

"Oh God, Gippal...I...I can't..." Hips moving incredibly fast, thrusting in and out at an easy, mind numbing speed. Lips kissed every exposed patch of skin, licking and tracing up a long neck, hands clutching a soft, round ass underneath him, lifting up and shoving in to produce--

Gippal moaned, hand traveling down at a rapid pace, hips bucking.

Velvet groans rolling off a hot tongue, silver hair falling into dark eyes that he decided reminding him of melting chocolate right after sex, mixing his name in with all the sounds. It was delicious and after he climaxed, he still thrusted deeply into the needy body, not willing to give up the control that was bestowed upon him.

"Ah!" His breathing slowed, hand going placid and staying beneath his boxers.

It was a new scene, a loud place with flashing lights and dancing, happy people with revealing clothes on. Scanning the crowd, he could see bright silver hair a mile away. He smiled slightly, licking sculpted lips. He approached the other, slowly and predatory, observing the strange clothes his lover had on. A shirt far above the pant line, lace gloves and black pants so tight, it should have been a crime...

Sweat slid down his skin, his body twisting and turning...

"B-baralai?" He whispered in the other's ear, licking the shell. "You look a helluva lot different."

A small mewling sound was all he got, lithe frame pressing into him as fingers tangled in his shirt and hair. Baralai's soft cheek rubbed against his neck, hips jutting out and grinding against him as if he was the very definition of sensuality. Gippal suppressed a moan of excitement, positively loving the new behavior of the normally schooled praetor.

"I changed for you, Gippal...do you like?" The silver haired man nearly purred, licking his lips in a feline manor while his voice was silkier than velvet.

Nodding several times that a few useless pieces of blond hair fell into lusty eyes, Gippal took Baralai's feminine hand in his, leading their bodies together in a mesh of dance, Baralai leaning back against Gippal's strong chest, closing his chocolate orbs.

Before Gippal could breathe his next breath, Baralai smiled his sweetest smile, eyes brighter than the sun.

"I love you..."

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A glass shattering, terror filled scream (more of a shriek) erupted throughout the entire house, waking its occupants immediately.

Gippal's eye was open impossibly wide, limbs stretched out on the bed clutching the sheets in a vice as his chest expanded with his breathing.

"Holy fucking shit..."

"Gippal!"

He slowly turned his head, not even noticing the small creek of the door until he saw silver hair. He gulped quietly and sat up, running his hand along his mouth to remove drool. Baralai rushed to his side, night shirt open a few buttons to reveal tanned skin.

He gulped again.

"Are you alright? What in the world was that screaming about?"

A gentle hand laid on his elbow. He resisted the urge to throw it off, almost angry at his constant nightmare of sex dreams. Sex dreams weren't the problem. Having them about a man was the problem. Beautiful luscious women throwing themselves at him would of suited quite a bit more.

Knowing the fragile ego the Praetor had, he let the small affection slide. He shouldn't have went to the object of his fantasies for help in the first place.

Start thinking Gippal!

"I-I'm fine 'Lai. Just a nightmare."

Lips set in a firm line, Baralai knitted his brows together in worry. "Are you sure you're okay? That shriek didn't sound very pleasant. Was it another sex dream about your mystery man?"

Blushing and nodding (reluctantly of course) Gippal watched the Praetor's face go from worried to amused in a matter of seconds. The hand on his arm retreated and a smile burst onto his face.

"Ah, I had a feeling..."

"Oh shut up!" The redness spread to the blond's ears, making him even angrier. He almost stood, but as he did, he could feel wetness for the first time down below and shoved any cover he could find over his lap, crossing his legs and smiling guiltily. Baralai raised an eyebrow, making a face but said nothing.

Gippal put his head in his hands. "This is serious Baralai, I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do!"

"Do you enjoy them?"

The silver haired man's face was completely schooled, so Gippal didn't get riled up about it considering Baralai never took important things asked of him lightly.

His blush darked. "My dream self does...a lot."

Smiling slightly, Baralai placed his hands on Gippal's shoulders, drawing them nose to nose. The blond's eyes widened, immediate instinct was to nail the other and run away before any fishy business happened. But he couldn't bring himself to scar such a pretty face.

"W-what are you..."

But his words got cut off by a mouth connecting with his, slight brush of the lips and it was all over as quickly as it happened. Gippal blinked, his expression was like someone who'd gotten slapped for the first time.

Baralai pulled back, smile as sweet as candy. "How did you feel about that?"

"Uhh... is that a real question 'Lai?"

Determination in his eyes, the Praetor nodded fiercely. "Yes, and if you don't answer, I'll castrate you." Holy crap, so serious!

"I honestly don't know. It wasn't totally disgusting like I thought kissing a man would be, but you're the one I was kissing so...there's a difference." He sighed.

"So...if I was someone else, you think the kiss would have been different, worse maybe?"

Gippal nodded, subconsciously shifting under such an intense gaze. "So what is this little test of yours supposed to do?" he laughed quietly and without humor. "Determine if I'm gay or something?"

Baralai moved off the bed, rubbing his sleep deprived eye. "No, nothing like that. And I don't think you are gay, actually. But if you didn't mind kissing me, doesn't that tell you something?"

And he left with another smile.

Gippal growled, rolling his eye and falling back against the mattress. Stupid Baralai. What did THAT mean? He wasn't gay, nor was he bi and he didn't appreciate the unspoken insinuation. He couldn't help that he was having homo-erotic fantasies about...the praetor. His best fucking friend!

It wasn't fair.

And he wasn't attracted to Baralai in the least! Although his eyes did stray downward quite a bit to his nicely formed ass when the other man bent over throughout the day...

NO!

Oh god, what was he going to do?

WARNING-for reading this fic you might experience...

ANAL SEEPAGE

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