Title: These dreams
Pairing: Kirito x Kohta [who else]
Summery: Told from Kirito's POV, he goes to a psychiatrist to talk about some crazy dreams he's been having lately.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The following contains Yaoi [boyxboy action] if that makes you uncomfortable then don't read. Characters in this fic do not belong to the writter, and the follow is in fact, a work of fiction.

with that out of the way...

“He was there again!” I said crossing the room and gracefully falling onto the plump leather couch I had grown so accustomed to these past few weeks.
“Really? Why don’t you tell me about it?” Was the reply [and I’m beginning to think the only reply] my psychiatrist had to my outburst. I’d been seeing her since the dreams started a few weeks ago. The dreams that I never wanted to think about, but had to share with somebody.
“Alright,” I began, “I was lying in bed, it was dark and I was trying to fall asleep. Suddenly the door opens and I hear footsteps walking towards my bed.” I look up at my psychiatrist as I speak, she’s writing on her notepad. I continue.
“Then I feel him crawling on top of me, he begins kissing me. Hot passionate kisses, his tongue like velvet running over mine. When we break apart he begins kissing a trail down my chest and stomach tugging at my boxers at the same time. When I try to protest, his familiar voice hushes me. ‘Kohta’ I whisper, and he looks up at me with those eyes. Oh god those eyes. ‘Who else?’ he says with a smirk. Arrogant bastard.” I look at my psychiatrist again; she simply raises her eyebrow and motions for me to continue.
“So he’s there, smiling at me, and all I can do is stare as he starts to kiss and lick my erection. ‘Kohta~!’ I whimper but he hushes me again. ‘Don’t protest brother,’ he says before he takes me into his mouth. His tongue again like velvet running and swirling over the length of me. My head is spinning but I can hear the cap opening on what I assume is the lube because next I feel a slight pressure at my ‘entrance’ as he pushes one finger and then another into me, preparing me. I whimpered as his mouth left my body. ‘God you fucking tease,’ I yelled. ‘Shh, just be patient Ki-chan,’ he said, and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing his hard cock against my entrance. It didn’t hurt when he entered me, and he knew exactly how to move to hit the spot that sent waves of electricity through every nerve of my body, ever single time. Then his hand came down to pick up where his mouth left off. Pumping with the same steady rhythm as he was thrusting into me. I called out his name as I came into his hand. He told me he loved me as he came inside me…and then I woke up.”
I looked at my psychiatrist again; she was nodding at me and tapping her pen on her pad of paper. “Sounds like a very interesting dream Kirito-san.” I only nodded. See, the thing that got to me the most, is that I wish it hadn’t just been a dream.