Dreamscape
Chapter 1 – Awakening
The first thing Damien saw as green. An entire lush, green, and vibrant forest lay before him, above him, all around him. He sat up, his palms squishing slightly into the soft green grass below him. Above the forest was a cloudless blue sky and he could hear and feel wind running through the trees. There were no sounds of birds chirping though, making it seem eerily silent.
Where the fuck was he?
The last thing he remembered was… Going to bed.
Ah, he must have been dreaming. He tended to be a very lucid dreamer, meaning he was often aware that he was dreaming and could take control of it.
He stood with little effort and went to brush himself off, only to realize he was nude.
Ugh. One of those sort of dreams. Okay.
He concentrated, attempting to grant himself some clothes, but it didn't seem to work. He tried again, but to no avail.
Um…? What the fuck? That always worked…
He growled in annoyance and decided to just ignore it for now. This was a dream anyway, so what did it matter? There was no one to see him and even if they did he had no reason to be ashamed. He was fit thanks to a weightlifting class he'd taken for the easy grade, and had stayed that way by lifting weights over the summer. He began walking, stepping carefully through the thick brush. He could feel the soft grass and rough leaves and even the cool wind on his skin. He stepped on a stick and hissed slightly at the dull pain that quickly ebbed away as he kept moving.
Very strange for a dream.
He eventually found a stream, though he wasn't sure what good that would do him. It wasn't like he was going to dehydrate. He tried again to concentrate and make some clothes, if for no other reason than he believed he could, but it again failed.
What the fuck?
"Who're you?"
Damien nearly jumped out of his skin when someone spoke. He whirled around, fists raised, and saw a blonde girl –no, boy– standing near the water. He was wearing some sort of white tunic, maybe, that hung off one shoulder. His blue eyes ran down Damien's body and a confused expression made its way onto his thin face. "Why are you naked?" Was that a British accent?
"Your guess is as good as mine!" Damien retorted, gesturing to himself, "I just woke up like this!"
"Oh. How strange." The blonde cocked his head, making his blonde hair sway.
"Yeah, no sh-" His body felt tingly, making him look down. A tunic appeared, clothing his body and making his eyes widen, "What the fuck?"
"Sorry." The boy apologized, "It was just a little distracting, was all." He chuckled, smiling a weirdly hollow smile, "I've never seen another person here before. How'd you get here?"
"I don't even know where here is." Damien confessed, messing with his tunic. It felt light and almost like satin, but it didn't look like satin. He didn't care much for it, in all honesty. He'd rather have his usual ripped up jeans and form-fitting shirts.
The boy looked around and hummed, "Yeah, I guess I don't either…" He shrugged, seemingly uncaring.
"How long you been here?"
"As long as I can remember."
"Right, right…" He looked at him again, "So this is a dream then."
"Hm…" The boy smiled and shrugged, "Who knows."
"Right…" Clearly, this was a dream and this boy was just a dream boy that he'd probably get around to sleeping with later. That was usually how this sort of thing worked. Not that he minded, of course. Any excuse to get laid was a good excuse.
Still though. Why couldn't he seem to change things with his mind? That always worked in lucid dreaming. Here though he couldn't do a damn thing.
"Can you change my clothes?" He asked, "I was thinking something more… black."
"Um, okay…"
Damien felt the familiar tingling again, but was disappointed when his tunic merely turned black. "Seriously?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Sure, whatever. Good enough." He didn't care to be picky. He was in the middle of a dream jungle with a dream boy. Who cared what he was wearing? "So, what's your name?" He asked the boy, smirking slightly.
The blonde looked mildly confused, then shrugged, "Dunno."
"You don't know your own name?"
"Well, it's not like I need to. I'm the only one here." He smiled, "But, 'Pip' seems familiar. Call me Pip."
"Already, Pip." Dream boy was weird, "I'm Damien." He held out his hand for the boy to take.
The boy hesitated, seemingly confused, but eventually held his hand out as well, which Damien was quick to take and give a brisk shake. It was small and soft, not really like a man's at all. Damien figured he could easily break it if he squeezed hard enough. Not that he minded much though. He preferred slightly effeminate men. They were easier to toss around in the bedroom.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Pip continued, smiling sweetly, though there was still something creepily hollow about it. He seemed painfully innocent, which Damien sort of liked. It was always fun to fuck the innocence out of younger boys.
"Same to you. Lovin' the accent." He smirked and lifted the boy's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
"Oh, um, thank you." His lightly freckled cheeks turned pink as he giggled. Damien placed slow kisses up his arm, drawing nervous laughter from him. "What're you doing?"
He ignored him and nipped his neck, making him gasp. He was quick to wrap his arms around his middle and yank him against his body. It felt good to have another body against his own. He rarely got laid in the waking world, so he always took full advantage in his dreams. Their lips collided in a sloppy kiss just as Pip's hands gripped his tunic. He growled and slipped one hand under the loose skirt, groping the boy's ass. It was warm and soft and he was quick to slip two fingers between his cheeks to prod his entrance.
Pip gasped and pushed him, breaking the kiss. "What're you doing?"
"I'm gonna fuck you." Damien smirked, grinding his hips against the boy's.
"Fuck me? That doesn't sound pleasant at all." Those blue eyes were gazing into his own, wide and innocent. It was clear he had no understanding of the words.
"Don't worry. It'll rock your world." He moved in for another kiss, but suddenly the other body was simply gone. He was incredibly confused for several seconds, until the familiar voice spoke from behind him.
"I'd rather just do something else."
He turned around and found the boy standing a few feet away by the river. The blonde smiled, "Do you like adventures? I've always wanted to go on an adventure with someone."
"I like sexual adventures." Damien smirked, putting his hands on his hips. He wasn't going to give up on boning the other male. He was hot, to say the least.
"Well, I don't know what that means." The boy continued, empty smile unwavering, "But, I think it would be fun to go exploring."
"Tch, are yo-" He stopped mid-sentence.
A faint noise. It was muffled and seemed distant, but the more he concentrated the more he could understand. Other voices?
"I thought you said you'd never seen anyone else?"
"I haven't." Pip shifted his stance, "That's The Noise. I don't know what it is or where it comes from. It's the only thing I can't change around here. But, I like listening to it, even if I don't know what it's talking about. Sometimes there's music too! I really like that."
Damien looked at him strangely, then tilted his head to listen.
"Zoinks! Let's get outta here, Scoob!"
"Is that… Scooby-Doo?"
Pip shrugged, "I don't know what that is. The Noise changes all the time. Except sometimes it repeats whole sections of dialogue."
"So, like… commercials?"
Another shrug. Pip quickly trotted over to him and grabbed his hand, "I don't want to talk about it. Let me show you something." The environment shifted and a loud roar covered The Noise.
A cave behind a waterfall. The walls dripped and the air smelled damp thanks to the high humidity. The ground and walls were uneven and made of some sort of smoothish stone. The cave seemed to go on forever one way, the opposite way ending in a rush of water.
"Isn't it pretty?" Pip asked, pulling him along, "I love it back here. There's even cave paintings!" He pointed to dark marks on the wall. They looked like stick figures of people chasing other stick figures of animals like deer and elephants.
"Damn… Pretty amazing." Damien noted. It was difficult to tell himself that this was just a dream, that all this wasn't real, that he shouldn't be so impressed. It was tough not to be though. It all felt so real. He could feel the mist coming off the waterfall behind him, the dampness of the stone beneath his feet, the cool humidity in the air. Wow.
"Yeah. Come on, there's more." He laced their fingers as they walked, smiling vacantly. Though the smile was beautiful, something about it was still a little creepy.
Damien noted with some confusion that it was not getting darker, despite the fact that they were heading deeper into the cave. There seemed to be light that existed and came from nowhere. Definitely a dream then. This would never make sense in real life.
"Look." Pip pointed to the walls again, "Aren't they beautiful?"
Gems. Blue gems, red gems, green, yellow, purple, a rainbow of colors glimmered from the walls. Some were crystal clear and smooth, others more cloudy and covered in thin layers of rocks. There were small specks of some of them and others long streaks that covered half the wall. They were breath-taking. They shined brightly, despite the lack of light.
"Holy shit." Damien spoke, "What is this place?"
"I call it the Rainbow Room. It's one of my favorite places." The blonde spun slowly, taking in the sights.
"One of? There's shit that rivals this?"
"Mhm." Pip nodded, stopping to face him.
Another shift.
Outside again, sunlight, trees, the roar of the waterfall. They were overlooking it this time and it was massive. Niagara falls couldn't possibly have been as large as this. Looking down it made his head spin. How far was that? A few hundred feet? The ground looked tiny from here.
"I call this Rainbow Falls because the water makes a rainbow. I promise I haven't named everything rainbow, it just seemed to fit." The blonde chuckled, gripping his hand again.
"Jesus…" He looked down the falls, wondering what it would be like to jump. It seemed scary, but why should it be? This was a dream, right? "Dude, we should jump down this."
"What?" Pip gasped, looking at him like he was nuts, "But, that's dangerous."
"This is just a dream, remember?" That's right. This was a dream. None of it was real, including Pip. Why did that realization make his heart sink?
"Um…" He looked at him skeptically, "Well, um… I guess it wouldn't hurt, since I can control most everything."
"Sure, okay. Let's go then! We'll jump together." He nodded toward the falls and Pip hesitated, but shook his head. "Great!" Damien smirked, "Just keep a tight grip. We'll be fine."
"Okay…" He didn't seem sure, but Damien ignored it.
It was just a dream.
He gripped his hand tighter and stepped to the edge. Pip whined softly and hugged his arm, but it didn't faze him.
It was just a dream.
They stepped off and Damien gasped at the rush as they fell. Water hit him hard, but it wasn't painful. It was a rush. He kept hold of Pip's hand all the way to the bottom, which took forever to reach, it seemed. When they finally hit the bottom they shot under the water, but Damien found he was not suffocating.
It was just a dream.
He had to release Pip's hand to swim to the surface. He breached and took a deep breath despite not needing it. He heard the blonde surface next to him not a second later and begin laughing.
"That was fun!"
"Yeah!" Damien grabbed his arm and pulled him over. He wrapped his arms around the boy's smaller waist and held him close.
Skin on skin. They were naked.
Pip giggled, wrapping his arms around Damien's neck, "You're a lot of fun. I'm glad you're here."
"I'm pleased to be here." Damien smirked. He brushed their lips together and groped Pip's ass again, earning a small squeak.
The blonde blushed, "Oh, are you still interested in that earlier thing?"
"Very." Damien purred. He was not going to wake up without getting some.
"Um, okay." The boy giggled nervously, "I, uh, guess I can let you show me what that's about. It won't hurt, right?"
"Not at all." He pressed their lips together in another deep kiss, holding the boy tight.
Yes! He was going to get some! He couldn't wait to find out what this boy would be like. Would he be loud? Quiet? Could he make him beg, or would the boy be too shy for such things?
A loud, obnoxious buzzing forced him from his thoughts. He cringed and broke the kiss, looking around. "What the fuck is that noise?"
Pip tilted his head, "What noise?"
"Gah, it's loud… I think it might be an-"
Damien jolted when he awoke. His alarm clock blared annoyingly beside him, alerting him of the time.
God.
Fucking.
Damnit.
He snarled and slammed his fist down on the off button, then sat up, fuming. His erection stood proudly under the blankets, creating a tent over his abdomen.
He'd been so close! Literally moments away from sinking his dick into that tight ass!
Nothing he could do about it now though. It was impossible to lie back down and fall asleep into the same dream again. Even if he could, he'd hate for the alarm to go off again before he finished.
He kicked his blankets off and stumbled out of bed. His clothes were a messy pile on the floor, but he didn't really care. He yanked on the same shirt and pants he'd worn the previous day and headed into the bathroom first. He needed a cold shower.
Several minutes later he ended up in the kitchen, where he poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the kitchen table. His parents were already gone, thankfully, so he got the house to himself to pout.
Today would mark his first day at South Park High. They'd moved down here the previous day from Denver because his parents thought it would be good to get out of the city. He hadn't wanted to leave though. Small towns sucked. So did starting at a whole new school with no friends and a bunch of classes he didn't even care about.
Ugh. His parents were total assholes.
But, this was his last year. He'd turned 18 over the summer and soon he'd be able to graduate and move out on his own. He couldn't wait. He was moving right back to the big city, getting his own apartment, and beginning work on getting his tattooing license. He loved tats, even had several of his own, and looked forward to doing what he enjoyed for a living. He was going to find himself a sexy blonde boyfriend too that he could mess around with every night.
He thoughts wondered back to dream boy, Pip. Pip had been pretty fucking attractive. He'd love to find himself a guy like him. Oddly enough, thinking about Pip made him a little sad. He wasn't real, so he'd never see him again, which totally sucked because they'd had a great time. He'd been that close to fucking him on the grass too.
Ugh. So close.