In the heat of the night (Private, between SnopeIsLove and myself)

[Tritium]

Takahiro threw his briefcase on the sofa, taking a few moments to straighten his pony tail. The man struggled for some time with that stupid hair band, that was always acting up, as though it had a mind of its own.
“Ah, what’s the use!” He grunted, eventualy pulling it off, thus letting his long, beautiful and siky brown hair fall on his shoulders. Nothing ever worked for him. Perhaps the Universe itself regarded him as unworthy, undesirable.

He found himself feeling lonely, feeling the need for companionship. But who would ever bother to waste their time with someone as shy and untineresting as him? No one, that’s who.
Takahiro went to his room, to undress and change into his pajamas, before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Day in, day out, it was the same monotonous routine. His life was boring, competely and utterly borring.

Flipping the light switch on, Takahiro entered his dormitory, and began undressing himself. When he was finished, he neatly stacked his clothes on the chair, then took his pajamas, and went to the bathroom. He didn’t even bother to look at his reflection in the mirror. There was realy nothing remarkable to see.

After he was done, he turned off the light, and tucked himsef in, making sure to put his glasses on the night table. Truth be told, he didn’t feel like sleeping, but he had to get up early the next morning, so, there was no going around it. So Takahiro closed his eyes, and turned on his left side, wondering what unusual dream he’d have this time.

[DoktorSnope]

“Finally!” Keith said aloud. He could hardly contain the rush of excitement that began to course through his body as the watch struck ten o’ clock. And he was ready for it too, having come to the area where Takahiro’s dream was located beforehand. He eagerly approached the screen; its display was still fuzzy like a television that was warming up. Takahiro must have just fallen asleep, his dream was still in the process of materializing. He let out an impatient huff as the image slowly came into focus. Keith couldn’t wait: he was already feeling overheated, his heart was racing, his body starting to tense in anticipation. Then a thought occurred to him that he hadn’t considered yet: would Takahiro even remember who Keith was? It wasn’t uncommon for humans to forget their dreams shortly after they awakened, anything they had done therein and anyone they had encountered staying locked in their subconscious mind. Keith ground his teeth together in irritation; he didn’t think he would be able to hold himself back from pouncing on the other man if he had to sit through a repeat of the previous night…

[Tritium]

It felt as though only a few minutes had passed since he'd fallen asleep, when Takahiro suddenly opened his eyes, looking around the room. He figured it must be quite a late hour. What was more surprising to him was the fact that he could actually see, without his annoying glasses.
"It's happening again, I must be dreaming" he thought, while getting out of bed. He didn't even need to turn on the lights. It was as though something was calling out to him. He couldn't hear anything, but he could feel it. It was a very awkward feeling, one he couldn't quite put into words.
He passed the window, walking in a patch of pale moonlight, which seemed to embrace his entire body, enveloping it in it’s cold and mysterious shine. Takahiro stopped to look outside for a moment. If it was indeed a dream, then he was expecting Keith to pop up at any moment, and take him by surprise. However nobody showed up. But then, what was this strange feeling haunting him. Someone else was definitely in the house, but who? If it wasn’t a dream, it could be a burglar.
Takahiro tiptoed his way to the door, and opened it discretely, sneaking out, to look around from the top of the stair case.
Strangely enough the lights were on downstairs, though he distinctly remembered turning them off. If someone had indeed broken into his house, he had to find a way to imobilize them, and call the police, so he carefuly went down the stairs, with the intention of heading out to the kitchen first, to grab a pan, or something he could use as a weapon, preferably a non lethal one.

[DoktorSnope]

After what felt like an eternity to Keith, the fuzzy image on the screen finally cleared up and he was presented with a view of.....a room of some kind, he couldn't quite make out what it was, the lights were off. Not wanting to wait a second longer, Keith wasted no time in making his way into the dream. He passed through the screen, landing lightly on his feet in the middle of the darkness; now that he was here the only thing left to do was to find Takahiro. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, instantly filling the room with light, and made a beeline straight for the stairs with the intention of going to Takahiro’s bedroom, the site of their last encounter. He was greeted with a pleasant surprise though, when he rounded the corner and looked up, only to see that Takahiro was descending them. The man stopped mid-step, surely taken by surprise by Keith’s sudden appearance. “Well hello there Takahiro.” Keith said with a smirk from the bottom of the staircase. He didn’t even bother to try and suppress the thrill that ran through his body as he gazed up at the other man. There he was, the source of Keith’s desire, the bane of his rational mind. There was no way he would be able to hold back now. "Remember me?"

[Tritium]

“How could I forget?” Takahiro sighed, stopping in mid descent to look at the same man who had visited him, in his previous dream. “I should have known it was you. Who else would pop up on my window sil or creep into my house like a burglar?” He followed, on a sarchastic tone, slowly approaching the base of the stair case, where Keith was waiting for him. “Still wearing the same clothes as last night, I see” he noticed, while climbing down the last steps.

Truth be told, he was happy to see that hot alpha male showing up once again, especially after his prevous dream had quite an abrupt and unexpected ending. It had left him hungry, aroused, craving for more of Keith.
He just stood there, an arm’s length away from him, analyzing his appearance in detail. Such a lovely face, luscious lips he couldn’t wait to taste, and that body, oh that wonderful body, he wanted to be under it so badly, to ride it, to do all sorts of perverted unmentionable things.
“Well, since you’ve already let yourself in, I suppose I should ask you to join me for a cup of tea. I must ad that your attendance is not optional” Takahiro chuckled, and gently pushed Keith out of his way, heading for the kitchen.

[DoktorSnope]

“Tea?” Keith said, sounding incredulous. Well that certainly put a damper on things, but only slightly. That intense conflagration that had flared up within Keith was reduced to a burning blaze, one that still left the dream spirit with a persistent urge that had been hounding him for hours. And as Takahiro extended his arm and moved Keith out of his way, Keith tensed up, clenching his hands into tight fists to prevent himself from touching the other man. Looks like he still had some self-control left after all, for the time being at least. He turned and followed Takahiro into his kitchen, pulling out a chair and taking a seat down at the table, wondering what Takahiro was up to.

[Tritium]

Takahiro tried to ignore Keith, as he went up to the cupboard, to grab a box of tea. He then placed it on the counter, while filling the kettle with water, then lit the stove and placed it on, turning around, as he waited for the water to come to a boil.
"Don't tell me you're afraid I might poison your tea!" He chuckled, looking at the dream spirit standing in the kitchen doorway. "This is a dream after all..."

[DoktorSnope]

Keith crossed his arms and leaned heavily against the doorway. "No, no, I don't think you'd try and poison me, it wouldn't get you anywhere anyway" he laughed. "But I have to admit that a hot cup of tea wasn't the kind of welcome that I was expecting, especially considering the circumstances under which we parted the last time we met..." He shifted slightly as he watched Takahiro, Keith was starting to get a little antsy, and the other man's nonchalant demeanor wasn't helping matters much.

[Tritium]

"Really? And just what kind of welcome where you expecting, mister dream spirit man?" Takahiro inquired, as he waited for the water to start boiling. "Surely you don't think I'd spread my legs for you after you just barged into my house. I'm not that easy, you know."