Nightmare Arc: 1/? & 2/?

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Nightmare Arc

 

Title: Mid-Morning
Pairing: Dave/Harry
Rating: Adults Only
Disclaimed: Don't know them don't own them
all fun not real except the dimples*grin*
Summary: mid-morning in bed ~PWP~
Notes: This ficlet(?) is for sindahise in honor
of her new community dave_uncensored.
Feedback: Always welcomed (This is my very first posting)
Beta: None (the damage is all mine, *mwaaah)...Re-edited 2/20/05
Archive:, dave_uncensored, fellow_shippers, gondorian_men, OEAM, my LJ
 
 
It was mid-morning on a beautiful spring day.  Harry lay in bed and stretched so languorously that one would think he was a cat, he rolled over onto his lover encircling Dave with his strong muscular arms blowing softy against Dave’s ear.  Feeling Harry’s warm strong body against him Dave rolled to meet him chest to chest hard-on to hard-on smiling sheepishly, “Finally awake mate?” Dave said, seductively kissing and nipping at the stubbly growth of the other man’s chin. “You do remember what day today is?” said Dave.
 
 “What is today?” Harry said, low and gruff, as he ran his hand down Dave's back feeling the twin dimples, he pressed upon them drawing Dave closer making their erection slide sinfully together.
 
“Mmm, I can make love to you all day long,” moaned Dave, grinning with pleasure.
 
“Ah, but then we’ll miss out on a great party,” said Harry as he rolled Dave, stomach down, on the burnt sienna flannel sheet.
 
“Ah, so you do remember the party,” said Dave as Harry proceeded to lick Dave’s neck in long broad slow swipes inching his way down Dave’s back till he was presented with the twin dips that were Dave’s dimples.
 
Knowing how ticklish Dave was, as this was one of his erogenous zones, he plunged in with his tongue and started slobbering in and out and all around the dimples, forward with the rough surface of his tongue then back with the silk bottom, he slurped and nibbled driving Dave wild. 
 
Dave arched his back giggling and wriggling and moaning like no tomorrow completely wonton, but Harry wasn’t done with Dave not by a long shot, grabbing hold of the dual orbs of Dave’s butt he slithered his tongue down the deep crevasse and descended into the auburn raisin that was Dave’s opening, licking and slobbering, and penetrating Dave with his tongue, he couldn’t help it, Dave brought out the animal in him and turned him into a crazed sex machine.
 
“Oh...Harry…I...can’t…please…take me...Harry….” With a look of unbridled lust Harry grabbed Dave’s hips tightly and lifted his rear off the bed, and then he settled between Dave’s thighs and spread them further with his knees, then with a great growl he took Dave inch by burning inch with only his saliva as lubricant. 
 
Dave was beside himself bucking and cursing trying with all his might to crash back into Harry’s massive erection. Plunging deep in and out  Harry rode him hard and he rode him fast hitting his prostate without mercy, they were slapping into each other forcefully where their bodies connected, “HARRY,” yelled Dave grabbing his own throbbing rock hard erection and jerking it brutally, “HARRY, COME WITH ME, NOW.” 
 
And with an insane roar Harry plunged deep sideswiping the prostate so that with a synchronized scream they both came and came and came!
 
Trembling and boneless they fell upon the bed on their side with Harry still buried deep within Dave, they took long hard breaths as they came down from the roller coaster that was their loving, gently Harry nuzzled Dave as Dave reached back to caress Harry’s thigh. Slowly they came back onto themselves because their loving always blended them into one entity. 
 
With a moan they parted from each other, and Dave turned and with a happy sedated smile, and said to an equally sedated Harry, “I’m glad that you do remember the party, but I don’t know how we’re going to get there since I don’t think I’ll be able to straddle your Harley.”
 
Harry gave a loud chuckle as he pulled Dave into his arms, their legs twining, and said, “As long as you can straddle me, my love, that’s all that matters.” They snuggled and soon were asleep in each others arms.
 
tbc 

Title: Mid-Afternoon: Dave's Nightmare 2/?
Pairing: DaveHarry
Rating: Adults Only
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them (as if), no profit, just fun.
Summary:Mid-Afternoon: Dave's Nightmare
Notes: AU; Nightmare Arc
Feedback: yes please...
Archive: dave_uncensored , fellow_shippers, sons_of_gondor , OEAM, my LJ
Beta: None (all damage is mine *mwaaah*)

Tossing and turning, sweat sliding down his face in rivulets, moaning, voice barely discernable, “Harry, Harry, please help me, please Harry!” Dave was running for all he was worth, down a long dark dingy tunnel, sickening smelly garbage was strewn about, rats scuttled quickly out of his way. He had a shallow gash on the back of his right calf that was wrapped in strips from his dirty t-shirt, gasping as his lungs fought to expand, filling with the precious air that would sustain his life, the ache in his side excruciatingly painful, gripping his side tightly to stave off the nausea that the pain was generating, Dave kept running.
 
He could feel them behind him not just by the scraping of their claws on the broken craggy cement, but by the sound of their leathery ugly misshapen all but useless wings. They were gruesome things that pursued him, one would at first think of gargoyles, but these horrors had nothing to do with the noble creatures, these things were denizens of hell, spawned to serve their most treacherous master. Tears were falling from Dave’s eyes unbidden, he couldn’t for the life of him think of what he did to deserve this purgatory, anguished and frightened almost to the point of insanity Dave ran on.  
 
Knowing that a tortured death would be a longed for gift if they were to return without their prey, they gave chase, switching between two, but mostly on four appendages, the deranged creatures pursued Dave. They clawed at each other, immune to the venom that seeped from the putrid wheals and sores that infested their decimated excuse for a body, their muzzle, if it could be called a muzzle, had razor sharp broken shards of what passed as teeth and had yellowish brown calculus that was encrusted with poison, these teeth extruded out of their gaping gnashing hole as weapons. The horrors lunged after Dave.
 
Crying and on the verge of hysterics Dave ran on. A steady rain began to fall with cold needle sharp drops that singed Dave’s exposed skin. He had lost his shirt when he got it snagged on the barb wire of a chain link fence; his chest bore the ragged deep bleeding scratches of that encounter, but it enabled him to eluded the horrors. His blue denim jeans were dirty and grimy and splattered with his own blood, his legs and feet ached, alternating between the abuse his feet were receiving as they pounded on the concrete and the powerful cramps that his legs were enduring. The boots he wore were strong, made for hard work with steel imbedded in the toe and had heavy gauge rubber soles; they were his one consolation, if his bruised mind was capable of any other thought but running.  
 
Those eyes, my God, thought Dave, as his tears started to fall more intensely, obscuring his vision. They were blood red and fathomless; through them he saw what he could only grasp as the gates of Hell! In them he saw pain, endless suffering, horrible torture, “God, God, my God! Please help me, please,” whimpered Dave, stumbling he attempted to wipe his tears and the cold rain from his eyes, as he ran for his life.
 
Finally, Dave broke free of the claustrophobic tunnel that had threatened to ensnare him for the horrors. The city that he emerged into was only better in that it afforded him a possible escape route, and maybe a place to hide, to regain perhaps even a small measure of his strength. Dave paused in his flight for a moment, hunched over with his hands on his knees and breathed deeply. He was very much aware of how his chest ached and of how his heart wanted to explode, but he couldn’t rest, not yet since he could just barely make out the racket that the horrors made in their pursuit of him.
 
Running into the gray smog that permeated the dirty rubble, Dave realized that he had to be careful not to hurt himself and get caught or trapped. The city looked like it went through the Blitz, buildings were torn asunder, smoldering fires spewing obnoxious gases threatened to overwhelm him, filth and disease ran rampant. Dave used his hands to help him maneuver the disaster in his path as desperation endangered his tentative hold on his mind. When he was a marginal distance into the city he made his way into one of the taller buildings even though it did look precarious in a monolithic gothic way. Carefully he climbed the broken stairways making his way up to the roof, trembling and disheveled he stealthily made his way to the edge of the roof, as he looked over the edge his strength gave up and he fell to his knees for there was no name for the apocalypse he was witnessing.
 
Cold and in shock Dave took in his surroundings, the disaster spread as far as his eyes could see, if he didn’t know any better he would have sworn that a meteor must have struck the city, but after seeing the horrors that relentlessly pursued him he was sure that his beloved Earth was being besieged by Hell itself. In the far distance he spied more of the horrors, flying and swooping, looking for any refugees that they could torment. “This is insane, this can’t be happening,” Dave pulled on his hair in desperation not realizing the monumental mistake he made by lingering on the rooftop.
 
Too late he heard the horrors behind him, turning as if in a trance, he saw them approaching. They moved slowly baiting their prey, some of them slithered on the rubble clawing their way forward, others bounded on all fours over the rubble, while a few came forward on two grotesque appendages with their claws clicking before them. They ranged in size from the smaller man sized crawlers and the horse sized bounders to the story high gropers. Dave’s blood chilled in his body even as his hair stood on edge and as madness wrapped him in its soothing oblivion he swan dived off the edge of the roof and into the gentle bosom of death screaming the name of his lover into the welcoming void, “H-A-R-R-Y!”
 
“Dave, Dave, wake up sweetheart, come on Daisy open your eyes!” Harry was very worried almost freaking out at the disheveled state of his love. “Come on Daisy,” Harry sat up and drew Dave up snuggling Dave between his legs and up over his chest encasing Dave in his powerful embrace, “Come on love, open your eyes,” Harry kissed Dave’s eyes, Dave’s face, and Dave’s lips, “Come on Daisy, that’s it baby wake up!”  
 
“Oh my God Harry, you’re here!” Startled and frightened, tears welling up in his eyes, Dave looked around him expecting to see the horrors, but instead seeing his bedroom bathed in the diminishing glow of the afternoon sun. Harry was holding him tightly in his strong protective arms, drenching Dave with his love, soothing him with endearing words of love.
 
“You were having a nightmare baby, it’s over now, shh rest yourself on me I won’t let you go Daisy!” Dave rested his body on Harry, listening to Harry’s heart and becoming lulled to a peaceful sense of love and happiness, forgetting the details of his nightmare.
 
“It was bad Harry, real bad, just about the worst demonic evil that could befall man!” Dave shuddered and pressed even closer into Harry, “I was hunted by a group of horrors in an apocalyptic Earth; I thought I was going mad, I think I would’ve if you didn’t wake me when you did.” Dave reached his arms around Harry drawing him close, he kissed him passionately with all the love he had deep down in his soul for his most precious lover.
 
“Harry,” said Dave relaxing back into the comfort that Harry exuded, “It was the eyes most of all, horribly filled with desperation for humanity, blood red bottomless pits!” Sighing deeply Dave let Harry caress him; he needed to feel Harry, to know they were alive and safe, “Harry, make love to me baby, I need you so much!”
 
Lowering Dave back to his pillow, Harry lay on top of him, they were both still naked from their mid-morning loving session. Dave loved the feel of Harry’s weight on him, Harry was all muscle, he was proficient in the art of swordsmanship as well as marshal arts and an expert in various firearms. Harry kissed Dave deeply making love to him with his tongue, caressing his body firmly as he made love to Dave to reaffirm his presence in Dave’s life, “I love so much Daisy, my Daisy!”
 
In the years that they were together, Harry had taught Dave all of the self defense skills Dave would need to defend himself, but after witnessing how shook up Dave was from a nightmare were he couldn’t use self defense Harry vowed to teach Dave the fine art of warfare. At one time Harry was a mercenary with finely honed battle skills, and although he didn’t expect any situation to arise where Dave would need to use them, Harry was sure that the skills would go a long way to making Dave feel secure.
 
Reaching over to the nightstand Harry grabbed the lube, and hugging Dave close so as not to break their contact, Harry turned them on their side and draped Dave’s left leg over his right leg. Flipping open the lube top Harry put a generous amount on the fingers of his right hand, he didn’t want Dave to feel any pain from this loving. Kissing Dave passionately while sucking on Dave’s lips and tongue, Harry inserted a finger into Dave, catching Dave’s moan before it even left his mouth. Harry inserted a second finger and crisscrossed it in Dave’s hole widening him gently, lovingly. Dave was actively moaning and wriggling his ass on Harry’s hand, Harry moved his fingers deeper finding Dave’s sweet spot and massaging the gland gently, driving Dave incoherent with the sensations that were flowing up and down his spine and electrifying his cock.
 
Dave’s body was trembling out of control and his moans were becoming desperate, Harry removed his fingers and lubed his cock generously, and then he rolled back on top of Dave taking Dave’s legs and draping them around his waist admiring how beautiful Dave looked lost in love. Slowly, Harry thrust his cock into Dave, grateful for their monogamous loving relationship that allowed them to do away with condoms. Dave wrapped his arms as well as his legs tightly around Harry so that he could feel as well as see the love that this great human being had for him.
 
“I love you, Harry, I love you so much, I don’t ever want to be without you!”
 
“Don’t worry Daisy, you’ll never be without me, we’re destined to be together forever, I love you with all my heart!”
 
And with those loving words Harry claimed his Daisy, thrusting forward in one smooth stroke burying his cock deep within Dave, claiming Dave’s mouth in the same instance, making sweet gorgeous love to the man that he loved. Over and over Harry thrust and pulled out only to claim Dave again hitting Dave’s sweet spot with every forward thrust. Dave was delirious with the sensations that were coursing through him; Harry was using every trick in his very impressive book to marry Dave to him, so that Dave could feel all his love and know just how much he was cherished, and protected.
 
“Oh Harry! Baby I’m going to come, sweet Jesus I can’t hold out anymore!”
 
“Then don’t Daisy, come love, come for me, come with me,”
 
“Ohhhhh,” moaned Dave into Harry’s neck, he wrapped himself tighter on Harry, his cock was squeezed between the two of them as his come was gushing out. Dave’s muscles contracted like a vise around Harry's cock, drawing him deeper. Harry came hard clenching his teeth gripping Dave possessively against his chest.
 
Slowly they unwound rolling together onto their side and cuddled. “Daisy, if you want to we don’t have to go out we could just stay home and take it easy?”
 
“No love, I know how much we were both looking forward to going to this party, besides it’ll be a good distraction for my frazzled mind.”
 
“Okay Daisy, if that’s what you want, but don’t be surprised if I never leave your side, and I behave rather possessive and protective of you.”
 
Dave smiled beatifically at Harry, “You have me so splendidly spoiled my love, I couldn’t ask for more, I love you with everything that I am!”
 
Harry beamed with the light of love reflected in his eyes, “Come on love, I’ll bathe you, so that you can relax and unwind.”
 
The men spent a good hour bathing and grooming, back in their bedroom, Harry had Dave lay down while he picked out their clothes. “What do you suggest we wear Daisy?”
 
“I think I want us to wear something comfortable, jeans, long sleeved shirts, and boots, good strong steel toed boots!”
 
“Okay love, and our black leather bike jackets?”
 
“Definitely Harry!”
 
The men dressed and looked very snazzy and oh so bad assed in their attire. Dave went up to Harry and nuzzled his neck and stubble, and as Harry hugged Dave close his eyes traveled to their reflection in the mirror, and for a very brief moment Harry saw a pair of fathomless blood red eyes looking back at him.
 
“Ready love?” said Dave.
 
“Almost,” taking Dave by the hand Harry led them to their private den; he took their swords off of the display and handed Dave his baldric while retrieving his own, “I want to brings our swords just in case,” Harry was adamant on this issue and would not back down.
 
“Okay love, I trust you implicitly, but is there anything I should know?”
 
“Not yet Daisy, it’s just a feeling, but I don’t want us unprotected!” Harry got a couple of hand pieces for each of them, tucking one in a back holster and one in his boot, he instructed Dave to do the same. Harry zipped up Dave’s leather jacket, and adjusted Dave’s baldric, glad that he had them both custom made to appear as an innocent type of fashionable carryalls.
 
“Are you ready baby?” Harry asked taking Dave’s hand and leading them to the garage. Mounting Harry’s Sportster, Harry hit the garage door remote and eased them out cautiously looking into the shadows before hitting the close switch. Revving up, Harry drew Dave’s arms around his waist so that Dave was pressed up to his back, taking one more look around Harry sped up down the road as they made their way towards the party.
 
Behind them in the darkness a pair of blood red eyes watched them depart.
 
Tbc