Night Dreams

Night dreams.

It was dark, the time of night when the moon is high and the fire has burnt down

to embers, it was so dark that when Raistlin woke he thought his fearful dreams

had entered reality.

Dreams that he was thoroughly sick of having, dreams he still couldn't recall, only that they frightened him beyond thought.

He was still sitting up, shivering, when a muffled sound brought him back to

himself. He blinked and turned, still shaken, to the figure beside him.

Dalamar was looking at him, half asleep; he rubbed a hand over his eyes and

pushed himself up against the headboard of the bed.

"Bad dream?" He mumbled.

Raistlin nodded, feeling embarrassed now that the initial panic had faded.

The sliver of moon let in by the curtains lit up Dalamar’s half smile, "I get

those myself."

He lifted one hand and ran it through the human's hair.

Raistlin leant into the caress, resting his head on the Dark elf's shoulder and

feeling an arm curl over his shoulders and pull him closer still.

"Feeling better?" Dalamar asked.

"Mmm."

"Do you get these nightmares often?"

"Unfortunately, however this one wasn't too bad."

Raistlin felt himself beginning to drift off again, feeling very warm wrapped in the

Dark elf's arms.

"What happens when you get these normally?"

"I scream and wake my brother up."

"And he comes and comforts you."

"Hmm." A smirk at the memory that had prompted; 'Look Raist, bunnies!' Stupid Caramon...

"But now you've got me."

Raistlin nodded and Dalamar pulled him back down into bed, still stroking his hair.

"Are you feeling better now?" The Dark elf asked, before pressing a kiss to Raistlin's temple.

"Much." His voice was muffled, face buried against his lover's shoulder.

"Good."

Shuffling noises as they both got settled to sleep.

"Dalamar?"

"Yes?"

"I am sorry I woke you."

There was a short laugh, then another kiss, this time to his forehead. "And you

didn't mean to have a nightmare, I'm sure. It was my pleasure, Raistlin."

"Hmm." Raistlin slid an arm around the elf's bare waist.

"I'm expecting the same treatment when I wake up shaking, I'll have you know."

Raistlin smiled, "You'll get it, it will be my pleasure" he echoed Dalamar's words.

"Sleep well, quiet dreams." A kiss, whispered across his cheek.

"The same to you, Dalamar."

A moment of quiet, then;

"I love you, Dark elf."

And a fourth kiss, on the lips finally, before the two fell back to their more

peaceful dreams.

Skull Bearer.