Moonlit Path

“What is it?” Die asked…again. He was starting to get impatient with the silent teacher. He had decided to bring the flower to the gardening teacher at his school, Yoshiki-sensei

“I have only seen pictures of this. It is a very rare flower called a Moonwildflower. It is the most rare flower on earth. This is remarkable,” Yoshiki lifted his head and looked at Die, “where did you get it?” Die explained the whole dream to Yoshiki, reliving every detail. His stomach fluttered when he described the young man. Die glanced up at the teacher, who had a skeptical look on his face.

“…What?” he asked warily.

“You’re telling me that a man in a dream gave you this flower and somehow it moved from out of your dream state and in the physical world.” Yoshiki looked at the student, searching his body movements for any signs that the youth was messing with him.

“Yeah! I have the pants at home, and here…” he slid the ring off his finger and placed it on the desk, “this is the ring he gave me.” Yoshiki picked the ring up and studied it. The tiny diamonds glittered in the light, the ruby was truly entrancing.

“I have never heard anything like this before. I’m sorry that I cannot help you.” Die sighed and placed his ring back on his finger, he took back the flower and walked away.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Die gathered his stuff and gave an after-thought wave to his teacher. He was walking to his car when a pair of boots came into his vision. He came to a stop and sighed as he was forced to run his eyes up the lithe form presented in front of him.

His eyes snaked up the calves encased in leather to the end of the boots right below the knee. His eyes continued upward, following every curve of the creamy skin until it abruptly cut-off when more black leather came into view. A tight leather skirt covered the rest of the legs. There was an inch of skin showing between the top of the persons skirt and the hem of their shirt. His eye ventured even further up to stare at a collar confusedly before meeting a pair of anxious brown orbs.

“Hey Toshiya, who owns you this week?” he asked, pointing at the collar.

“You’re brother Shinya, same as it has been for the past year.” the blue haired beauty replied.

“Then what’s with the new collar?”

“We broke the old one.” He replied with a devious smile.

“I believe it.” Die sighed.

"You gonna come with us to the club again? We’re going to get Kyo piss ass drunk and make him strip.” Die smirked, Toshiya seemed really excited at the prospect of getting the small blonde drunk. Not like it's anything new.

“Nah, I’m going home to get a few extra hours of sleep, I’m beat.”

“Suit yourself.” Toshiya gave Die a little peck on the cheek before pouncing off to his master. Die shook his head, the last thing he needed was a picture of his brother and his slave fucking. Besides, he wanted to get more sleep in hopes of having that dream again. He wanted to see his purple haired beauty.

When he got home he mumbled to his parents something about having a headache and skipping dinner. He lumbered up the stairs and to his room, playing the sick act. He dropped his bags on the floor and quickly rid himself of his jeans and t-shirt. He pulled back the covers of his bed, revealing the shimmery pants. He pulled off his boxers and put the pants on. He was wearing the ring and had the flower in his hand. He climbed into bed and fell asleep, hoping the moonlit path would come.

He couldn’t tell if he was on the same path or a different one. It looked the same. Never changed. He was wearing the pearlescent pants, no shirt, no shoes. He didn’t bother to look around this time, he knew the scenery. What he wanted to see, what he was interested in was the purple haired man and the butterflies that his presence gave him. He was walking the path, eyes forward, with a determined look on his face. Once he saw the figure appear before him all emotion left his face and the butterflies greeted him once more. They met halfway, standing only a foot apart. Die wanted so bad to touch the smooth skin, to run his fingers over that taut chest, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak either. It was out of his control. Die’s arm moved to his pocket and retrieved two items. One being a ring identical to his own. The only difference was that instead of a ruby in the middle there was an amethyst; the same shade as his hair. He moved instinctively, taking the smaller mans hand and sliding the ring on his finger. He turned the man’s hand to face palm up and placed the other item inside. It was a red rose. The most perfect rose Die had ever seen, there was not one flaw. “What is your name?” he asked. Finally he heard the velvet voice of the beauty. “It doesn’t matter." Die took a step closer to the man he leaned in and put his hand on the nape of the man’s neck. He pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips touched lightly and briefly.

Everything faded away and Die woke up.

He lifted his hand and touched where the other man’s lips had touched his own, his lips tingled from the kiss that he would never forget.