Title: Of Wings and Dreams. Pt. 3/?

Authors: Deathangelgw and Nightshadow

Disclaimers: They aren’t ours….though nobody said we couldn’t play!

Warnings: Fantasy, AU, OOC, OC, sap, humor, yaoi, lemon, language, future angst and dark.

Pairings: 3xOC in this one

Rating: We start out right into the lemon!! NC-17 peoples!

Notes: Teehee….everyone liked that first side lemon, huh?? ^____^ Don’t worry, here’s MORE! Please review!

‘thoughts’

Trowa's eyes fell on and stayed on the blond on the end. 'Joren,' he thought and smiled as he kneeled down next to the sleeping boy. Holding Joren gently, Trowa just gazed at the sleeping male in silent happiness.   Opening one eye slightly, Joren looked around, catching sight of his odd surroundings and a person he'd never seen before, but felt he knew. Trowa smiled down at the blond, his fingers gently caressing Joren's cheek. "Hello. So glad you are here," he whispered softly to the blond.

Joren looked at the auburn haired boy above him, staring at his face for a moment. "Are...are you Trowa? You...feel like it...but..."

Smiling gently, Trowa replied, "Yes, my name is Trowa. And you are Joren." He caressed a light finger across the fine boned cheek. "So beautiful," he whispered softly, reverently.

Blushing slightly, Joren relaxed against Trowa. "I was right. They were more than statues."

Trowa chuckled softly as he held the blond. "Oh yes, Joren. We are much more than statues," he whispered softly into the ear that was hidden in blond strands.

Joren smiled, shivering at the touch of the warm air. "I can't wait to say I told you so!" Grinning now, he looked up at Trowa. "So what does all this mean? Why were we called? What does this place have to do with anything?"

Trowa smiled down at Joren as he wrapped his arms firmly around the youth's waist. "This is the Dream Path. It is where we stay and you come when you dream. You were chosen to be with us...be ours and us yours," he explained softly, his voice lowering to a soothing purr.

"Mmmm. I think I like that idea." Smiling coyly, Joren leaned into Trowa.

Trowa smiled down at the blond. "We can get to know each other. Did you want to know anything else?" he asked softly into the ear that lay hidden within the blond locks.

Raising a hand, Joren threaded his fingers through the long bang while watching the green eyes darker than his own. "Hmm. Like why you're human here and a dragon when I'm awake."

Trowa smiled thoughtfully and laid his head against the blond head under him and answered, "Well...the statue is a ...representation of who I am. And the reason I am in this form is...for a pleasing affect?" His voice lilted in an almost questioning tone.

Smiling, Joren lightly touched his cheek. "Aye, this form is very pleasing, both in looks and because it’s you." Letting his smile broaden, he watched the other's eyes. "So, that means you shape-shift, yes?"

Trowa shrugged slightly. "Yes and no. In your dreams, I am as you see me. In your reality, I am in the form of the statue. My true form is yet to be seen by you, sweet one," he replied softly and nuzzled into the neck before him.

Letting his head fall back to be more open to the other, Joren purred softly. "So you don't have a human form, only a Dragon one? Or I have yet to see your human form? Or you have a form between Dragon and human?"

Trowa laughed softly and kissed the slender neck before him. "So many questions. Does it matter on my form so much, little one?" he asked softly, almost purring into the ear he kissed.

Turning slightly, Joren pressed a soft kiss to the other's cheek. "No more than does my own, for what is a form, but an outward appearance? It is not your form that holds my attention, but the soul it houses, for that is you. Though the form IS pleasing." Grinning, he tapped the other's nose quickly.

Eyes crossing briefly to watch the tap, Trowa smirked at Joren. "And you are beyond anything I was hoping for," he whispered softly as he kissed Joren's nose.

"As are you, my winged-one. As are you." Leaning forward, Joren lightly touched his lips to Trowa's. Trowa smiled softly as his eyes closed and he gently pressed into the kiss. Watching his winged-one, Joren raised a hand and feathered caresses down his neck, more teasing phantom touches than anything. Trowa shivered softly in pleasure then placed his hands gently over Joren's. Smiling at him, he brought the hands up and kissed the palms, then smiled at Joren again. Smiling back, Joren pulled his hands to him and returned the favor, before leaning forward to place a kiss on his chin. "Do you have any questions of me, dear one?"

Trowa smiled at Joren and said softly, "Only if I am good enough for you..."

Eyes widening in surprise at the question, Joren reached out and wrapped his arms about the other in a firm hug. "You need not even ask. You are more than good enough for me, for you are you and that is why." Sighing, he placed a kiss atop the other's head.

Smiling gently, Trowa murmured softly, "Ah, I am glad. Just checking." He grinned impishly at the other boy as he hugged him back.

"Well you can stop checking, because I'm not changing my mind." Smiling, Joren buried his nose in Trowa's hair. "So what do you do around here?"

Trowa chuckled and replied, "Well it's been fairly boring this week...month...year...millenium...But, we could go for a little flight if you would like." He smirked at the blond.

"Flight? As in a-dragon back? On your back, to be precise?" Joren grinned as his imagination took wing, eyes brightening in excitement. "That'd be wonderful! Never flown before. This should be grand!"

Laughing softly at his soulmate's enthusiasm, Trowa stood up before Joren, pulling him to his feet as he stated, "Well, I shall endeavor to please you."

"Well, should be easy then, since I find pleasure in just being with you." Smiling sweetly, Joren stepped back and waited.

Trowa smiled softly at Joren and bowed his head. Remembering who he was, the way it had felt to fly, everything came back to him and he loosed his hold on his earthly form. Slowly he grew in size, his neck growing, lengthening, and becoming slender, yet long and sinuous. His head became more triangular and larger, his hair sweeping back to become slender horns that decorated his face. His body grew as wings appeared, deep green in color, and spread into the area as a tail appeared as well. His skin deepened and hardened into deep green scales, making his body shimmer with iridescence. He looked down at Joren and said softly, "Am I still pleasing?" his green eyes glittering with secret delight.

'Oh my...' was Joren's only thought as he watched Trowa change. He found himself staring, speechless at the beauty of this creature, his Trowa. Startled from his amazement by the smooth voice of the other, he could only nod with shining eyes as he reached out to touch the jade hide. Trowa smiled and leaned his head down, butting Joren lightly in the shoulder with a silent request for a petting. Chuckling, Joren shook off the paralysis of his awe and began to scratch under his companion's eyes. A soft purring came from the scaled throat as Trowa leaned into the touch, his green eyes sliding half closed. Chuckling, Joren continued scratching. 'Who would have thought, dragons were like cats in the scratching department?' Smiling he shook his head and continued petting his companion.

Trowa smiled again and rubbed his head against his partner. Then, pulling back from the almost sensual pleasure that was being given to him, Trowa stretched his wings and asked, "So, my pretty one...would you like to fly?"

"Yes!" Joren turned a puzzled look to Trowa. "Umm, where do I sit?"

Trowa lowered his head until his neck was flat on the ground. Rolling his eyes, he looked up at Joren and instructed softly, "Sit between the first two neck spines. It is solid enough."

Moving swiftly, Joren settled himself between the spines, wrapping his arms about Trowa's neck. "Yep. It works." Chuckling softly, Trowa slowly brought his slender, but deceptively powerful neck up and waited for Joren to adjust, stretching his wings and testing the wind.  Joren lightly rubbed Trowa's neck before he spoke. "I'm ready." Grinning he grabbed hold of the spine in front of him and waited. Trowa chuckled softly, then bent his knees. Spreading his wings out, he jumped into the air, catching the wind and soaring high swiftly. "Whoa! Now this is something I can get used too. It all looks so different down there." Raising his hand, Joren waved it through the air accidentally hitting one of the dream stars, sending it spiraling down. "Um...what was that?"

Trowa chuckled softly and replied, "It was a dream star. Don't worry too much." He smoothly beat his wings, soaring around the sky with each strong flap of his wings.

"Alright." Joren laid one hand on Trowa's neck, stroking it. "So where are we going?"

"Up and around," Trowa said coyly as he arched his neck under the caresses. He spiraled slowly down, his spirals tightening and growing slowly faster as they neared the ground, and then he pulled up at the last minute.

"Then fly on my mysterious one. All is new to me." Smiling, Joren placed a kiss on the firm scales. Trowa chuckled softly and soared around some trees, dodging between them, barely missing the branches as he flew. Laughing, Joren reached out to grab some leaves letting them fly through his fingers as he pulled them from their trees. Trowa laughed as well, weaving around, then spun in the air, using his tail to whip himself around and soared into the sky again. "This is amazing!" Grinning, Joren held his arms open to what passed as a sky here. Trowa laughed and he dove down, swooping through some clouds.

"And so the clouds perch as dew and give a shower without spray. Feels wonderful." Smiling, Joren swiped at the water, mixing the perfect beads into a swath of wetness. Slowing his flaps, Trowa hovered above the clouds. Then, slowly, he flew towards a certain cloud and alighted upon a hidden mountaintop, catching his balance with his tail and wings. Sighing, Joren relaxed into the stillness of the world around them. For once everything felt right. Trowa sighed as well, taking in the beauty of the star filled skies and gently floating clouds. “It's so peaceful here," Joren murmured softly, lying against the strong neck beneath him.

Trowa purred softly. He had never been as content as he was now, looking out at the floating clouds, protecting Joren with his wings from the wind. "It is indeed. I come here often to think and hope. To dream," he murmured softly and smiled down at the mountaintop he was holding onto with his strong claws.

"Yeah, everybody has their special spots." A light smile touching his lips, Joren placed a kiss against Trowa's neck. "Thank you for sharing yours...with me."

Trowa purred softly and arched his neck coyly towards Joren.  "You've always been here, Jor.  I've been waiting for you here," he replied softly and watched some stars fall from the sky, mingling with the clouds.

"And so I am here and our dreams meet. Just what were yours about?" Joren grinned playfully, dancing fingers down the scaled neck.

Trowa arched his neck, almost moaning in pleasure as his eyes closed.  A slight shudder ran down his neck and he said softly, "I dreamed of finding you.  I dreamed of being with you."

"I have done the same in a way. I only knew there was something I must find and I have found it. All is well now." Joren wrapped his arms as far as possible around Trowa.

Trowa smiled softly and he leaned his head back, leaning it against Joren's body, holding him there safely. "Yes...we are together," he stated softly and smiled

"And we shall stay together if I have anything to say about it." Joren scratched along the edges of Trowa's spines. Trowa sighed softly, his eyes closing in bliss. Knowing it wasn't safe if they stayed up there for much longer with what Joren was doing to him, Trowa opened his wings. Bringing his head back up, he looked down, then lifted off slowly, allowing Joren to adjust to the sudden movement. He glided down slowly, then found a peaceful clearing in the woods and landed gently, sweeping his wings so he could keep balanced. He lay down, laying his neck out flat and smiled up at Joren from the corner of his eye. Chuckling softly, Joren slid down, then walked over and sat beside Trowa, scratching hi head gently. Trowa's eyes slid slowly shut as he angled his head closer to Joren. His pleasure rumbled from his throat as he maneuvered as close as possible to Joren.

Joren smiled, allowing Trowa to move his head into his lap. "We make a good pair.

Trowa smiled and said, "Hai we do." He cuddled into Joren's lap, letting his wings relax around them.

"Hey, Tro, when I touch you're figurine while I'm awake, do you feel it?" Joren continued caressing the soft scales of his face.

Trowa smiled up at Joren and replied, "Yes, I do. So, I felt it when you held me. Felt your soft caresses. Heard your gentle voice. Everything."

"Amazing." Joren grinned, green eyes sparkling. "Does this mean I can tease you when I'm awake?"

Trowa's green eyes sparkled with humor. "Yes it does, but I will return the favor when you come here," he replied softly, his purrs an erotic invite.

"Oh? Really now? I can look forward to that. Most certainly I can, but not only that I'll have you know." Joren tapped the other's nose, grinning.

Trowa snorted softly, a wind gusting slightly through the grasses. "You are an evil man," he commented teasingly, his tongue flicking out.

"Me? Evil? Complete poppycock." Joren smiled innocently, scratching Trowa's chin.

Trowa snorted again and slowly transformed into his human form, enfolding Joren into his arms and nuzzled into the slender neck there. "Yes…very evil," he murmured.

"Oh really? " Joren purred. Leaning his head back he pressed a kiss to Trowa's cheek. "Sounds fun to me..." Trowa chuckled softly, deeply as he kissed the soft neck before him.  Reaching up slowly, he unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on Joren's shirt and slipped the cloth down, exposing the pale skin of Joren's shoulder.  Pressing his lips to the skin, he tasted Joren. Moaning Joren leaned back harder against Trowa, forest-green eyes watching every move his soul mate made. Trowa kissed a soft path to the gently curving neck as he continued to slowly unbutton Joren's shirt.  Slowly, he slid his hand inside the shirt, caressing the soft skin there.

"Nnnn. Mmm. Like that..." Grinning, Joren rested his hands atop Trowa’s thighs, letting them roam up and down the firm muscle. Shifting so his legs were closer to the other man, Trowa continued his trail to Joren's neck.  Sucking a light trail up to the delicate shell of an ear, he tongued the inside as he undid the rest of the buttons and slipped the shirt down even more. Joren moaned as he shrugged the shirt lower. He wanted it off already! Shifting against the other he grinned, letting his hands drift down the sides of Trowa’s thighs. He could play too...

Trowa moaned softly and shifted slightly, letting his hands push the shirt off, pooling between them.  He slid his hands up the muscled arms that were teasing him then down the muscled chest. "Joren..." he whispered softly, kissing his way back down the arched neck.

"Much better," Joren purred, letting his hands wander further as a reward. "What about yours though? Shirts are made to come off afterall..."

Chuckling softly, a sound that was quite erotic, Trowa slowly slid his hands back up along the rippling muscles in Joren's chest.  Softly, he whispered, "You're gonna have to figure out a way to do it yourself, love." He nibbled on the blond's earlobe teasingly as his hands brushed across hardening nipples.

"I believe I can manage," Joren chuckled, his hands leaving Trowa's thighs to ghost up his sides and under his shirt. "Don't you think so?"

Chuckling again, Trowa nibbled down Joren's neck. "Show me," he whispered softly, then placed his fingers under Joren's chin, turning his face and took the full lips in a slowly passionate kiss.

"Twill be my pleasure..." Joren murmured, opening to his kiss as his hands moved up the other's chest, gathering the shirt with them and rubbing it lightly against Trowa’s skin before allowing flesh to touch flesh. Moaning softly in approval, Trowa arched closer, letting his tongue push into the warm recesses of Joren's mouth as his hands played across and back of his torso, trailing down the smooth back. Moaning into the other's kiss, Joren trailed his fingers up Trowa’s chest then moved down his arms, firmly caressing the muscles there. Trowa pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss.  Smirking, he held his arms up in silent permission for Joren to remove the annoying piece of cloth covering him. Pushing the cloth up and off, Joren jumped for the other man with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Trowa chuckled softly as his arms wrapped around the other man.  Laying back so that Joren was on top, Trowa caressed his hands down the other man's back, ending with a firm squeeze on the tight ass of his soul mate.

Groaning Joren pressed closer to Trowa. "We still have too many clothes." He turned his head to the side, a grin spreading across his face. "Want to help me remedy that?" Chuckling softly, Trowa nodded and slid his hands forward slightly, fingering the button on Joren's pants. Nodding, Joren smiled down at him, moving his own hands to Trowa's pants. Sliding Joren's pants off, then his boxers, Trowa brought his hands up, sliding them along creamy thighs and firm buttocks. Gasping sharply, Joren quickly moved to finish getting Trowa's clothes off. He pressed kisses along the newly revealed flesh, tasting the skin of his lover. Arching slightly and groaning, Trowa let his hands firmly massage the ass he wanted so much, then move them down caressing the cleft between the soft globes. A strangled moan fell from Joren's lips. Nuzzling Trowa's neck, a fleeting grin touched his lips as he wriggled against the other men rubbing their hardened flesh together.

Trowa arched up underneath Joren and gasped. "Gods...Joren..." he moaned as his fingers grew more bold.  Leaning up, he caught Joren's lips in a heated kiss. Opening to the kiss, Joren dipped his tongue into Trowa's mouth, tasting him. Scarves were fun, but this was different and it felt right this way. Not that scarves wouldn't be fun in the future, but this was perfect and couldn't compete with a bit of fun. Letting his hands travel down Trowa's chest, he began teasing the other’s nipples. Gasping softly, Trowa's head fell back and he pressed closer to the blond.  Moaning his love’s name, he ran his hands up the muscled backside. Grinning, Joren lowered his head to kiss his way down Trowa's chest as his hands moved slowly lower, leaving no flesh untouched. Trowa panted softly, letting his hands massage along the other boy's back, then slid them down and pressed Joren's hips into his own and thrust up, grinding into him. Joren moaned, arching back and pressing harder against Trowa, his hands tightening about the other's waist.

Trowa took advantage of Joren's position and nibbled down the exposed neck, continuing his ministrations to Joren's hips with own, feeling the fire spread through him quickly. Moaning Joren let his head fall back to make his throat more accessible, lost in the sensations caused by their movements And Trowa's teeth. Nipping lightly, Trowa traced down the slender neck with his mouth and tongue as he carefully flipped them over.  Moving down slowly, he licked a path to one of Joren's nipples. A smile played across Joren’s lips as he watched Trowa through darkened pleasure glazed eyes. His hands stilled their downward descent to tease along the muscles of Trowa’s stomach.

Smiling softly, Trowa licked a light circle around the hardened nub, and then put his mouth over it, sucking on it.  He brushed his stomach across Joren's erection, rubbing him with a semblance of the dance he wished to perform soon with his love. Joren gasped loudly, arching upward sharply into the sensations created by his love, the play of the dance yet to come causing him to harden even more.  Moving his mouth to the other nipple, Trowa shifted slightly, bracing himself above Joren and rubbing against him again, moaning softly. Joren trembled beneath him, his hands moving downward to run teasingly up and down the other's length. He was so close and yet not there yet...

Trowa thrust a bit into Joren's touch, then moved down, licking a path until he came upon his love's hardened member.  Teasingly, he licked down the shaft, then up, letting his mouth surround the head. Joren gave a strangled shout as he felt that warm, moist heat envelop him, his muscles trembling with the strain of not thrusting deeper into his love's mouth. Smiling around his mouthful, Trowa worked his mouth, slowly taking in more of Joren's hot length while sucking. Joren's hands moved to Trowa's shoulder's grasping tightly to them as he watched the other man as a long low moan fell from between his lips.  Trowa slowly began to bob his head up and down, sucking slowly.  His fingers slipped down and caressed the sack that hung underneath the hard flesh he pleasured. Joren jerked beneath him at the touch, his already fast heart going into overdrive, his breath coming in sharp pants. "Tease..." he growled, almost completely lost in the sea of sensations.

Chuckling softly, sending vibrations down his mouthful, Trowa caressed him more boldly as he sped up his movements. Joren moaned arching upwards into that mouth, losing control as the fire running through his veins began to center in one spot, waiting. He was so close, so very close...

Looking up as he sped up his movements, Trowa dipped his fingers into a jar with some gel, then put those fingers gently near Joren's entrance. Joren held his love's eyes, "Please...yess," he whispered softly, pushing against the other's fingers. Trowa smiled and pushed a finger into Joren, all the while deep throating him at the same time. Groaning, Joren pushed back against the intruding digit, wanting it deeper. Slowly, Trowa began to thrust his finger inside, moving it in time to his head bobs.  He eventually pushed a second then a third inside. A strangled sob escaped Joren's lips as he thrust down on Trowa's fingers. It wasn't enough! He wanted more... "Tr-trowa...please..." he gasped out, eyes dark as he gripped the other's shoulders.

Trowa looked up at him, his eyes dark with passion as he released Joren's member and smiled. "Is this what you want?" he asked as he moved between the other's legs, nudging his own weeping arousal at where his fingers were currently.

"Y-yesss..." Joren gasped out, trying to wiggle closer.

Trowa smirked slightly. "Then more is what you shall have," he said softly, spreading the softly scented gel across his erection, then pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his own erection and slid inside in one smooth thrust.

"TROWA!" Joren yelled arching upwards, pushing the other deeper into him. "So good..." he moaned, his hands tightening their grip on his love's shoulders. Smiling down at him, Trowa waited a bit for Joren to adjust then grabbed the hands on his shoulders.  Lacing them with his own, he braced them above Joren's head and began a series of shallow thrusts into the tight body beneath him. Groaning, Joren thrust forward to meet him, panting harshly as he met Trowa's gaze and held it. Eyes filled with love and desire, Trowa held the other's gaze as he slowly sped up his thrusts.  Joren moaned, his eyes opening wide, to memorize the form of the one above him. Wriggling one hand, he tried to free it, wanting to caress the one atop him. Lifting his hand up and essentially freeing the wriggling hand, Trowa didn't slow down on his thrusts as he kept his smoldering gaze locked with Joren's. Joren smiled, amazed at the...love he felt for this one person. Tenderly he reached forward and ran his fingers down the other's chest, as much to make sure Trowa was real as to pleasure him. A soft moan left Trowa's lips and he smiled down at Joren as his thrusts increased.

Tracing patterns across the other's smooth chest, Joren brought his legs to wrap around his love's waist and hold him closer. Smiling again, Trowa braced with his free hand, then brought down their laced fingers and started pumping Joren roughly as he thrust harder into him. Yelling his love's name, Joren arched into that firm touch, pressing Trowa deeper into him as he watched with wide eyes, lost in pleasure. Trowa groaned as he increased his speed, thrusting hard into Joren as he pumped his love. A low moan escaped his lips as Joren arched into the touch and movements of his love as a mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes. Moving with Trowa, he tightened his inner muscles, gripping Trowa tightly. Gasping sharply in shocked pleasure, Trowa stared down at Joren.  His movements increased even more, angling up into Joren and striking where he knew would bring Joren's world into stars. Shouting Trowa's name loudly, Joren lost himself in the pleasure that swamped him as he found his release, a throaty moan falling from his lips.

A soft groan left Trowa's lips as he thrust once more, than whispered Joren's name as he came hard inside of his blond haired lover. Wrapping his free arm around Trowa's shoulder's, Joren moved upward and gently nipped his neck before nuzzling against him there. Moaning softly, Trowa arched his neck, then bent it in and kissed Joren's neck.  Gently, he removed himself from Joren's body, then gathered the other boy to him. Purring contentedly, Joren snuggled closer to Trowa. Smiling contentedly, he batted teasingly at Trowa’s bang.  Trowa chuckled softly as he brushed Joren's face with said bang, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to those soft lips he loved. Chuckling Joren returned the kiss, before leaning up to kiss him quickly on the tip of the nose.

Chuckling again, Trowa lay down and cradled Joren close. "Perfect..." he stated softly.

"I agree." Sighing, Joren curled against Trowa. "I think sleeping shall become my favorite pastime. And a great many scarves lose their place."

Grinning as he snuggled closer to Joren, Trowa said softly, "Ah, well if you want scarves, I'm sure I can acquire some."

"I'm sure you could. Silk if you do. But I'm happy simply because it’s you." Yawning, Joren rested his head above Trowa's heart. "You're a nice pillow."

Smirking down at him as he ran his fingers through Joren's silken locks, Trowa replied, "I'm glad."

"So'm I." Joren snuggled closer, his eyes slipping closed. "So what are you gonna do when I have to leave?

Trowa rubbed a soothing hand up and down Joren's arm. "I will wait for you and hope you will return soon. I may also do some shopping," he added with a soft chuckle.

Joren sighed rubbing his head against Trowa's chest. "And what shall you buy?"

Sighing softly, Trowa replied, "Stuff...we shall see...sleep my love."  Joren nodded slightly, not bothering to speak as he curled as close as possible to Trowa and let himself drift off, one arm wrapped tightly around him. Trowa watched him drift off with a soft smile, then leaned in and kissed the top of Joren's head before joining him in dreams.

TBC

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