The Dreamland Collection

The Wizard in White By: boysluvcraft
A series of awkward conversations

Yusuke Urameshi had gotten himself and his partner into more than their fair share of strange situations, but this one took the cake, pie, and the ice-cream sandwiches too. Yusuke and Ianto had recently crossed into continent of Zak and arrived in small coastal village without a name. After nearly a year of travel and adventure, a short ferry ride was all that stood between them and their ultimate goal, Barharna. The trouble was that they had once again run out of funds. Thus they would have been stuck in the village for at least two weeks. That being the estimated time it would take for them to build sufficient funds to move again.

That was when Yusuke found a “lucky break” in the form of a flyer that read: WANTED! Men with good hands for building. No carpentry experience necessary. Must be literate, preferably multi-modal.” It sounded ordinary enough, save for the pay advertised on the flyer. It was a generous amount! Ianto said it was too good to be true. But Yusuke shrugged it off, saying that it couldn’t hurt to ask about it.

So they went to the address listed on the flyer. It was not one of the humble cottages in the village, but a grand grey tower sticking up from the hills overlooking the village. They knocked at the door and it was answered but a wizened old man with big white bushy eyebrows and a long white beard and… well that was all he had in the way of hair. The top of his head was a shiny smooth doom. He wore robes of at least six different shades of white, layered one over the other.

“Yeah, what do want?” He greeted the two in a hoarse, but strong voice.

“We’ve come for the job,” Yusuke said thrusting the flyer into the man’s face.

“Uh, before we take the job, what exactly is it?” Ianto interjected.

“I’ve no time for half-hearted inquiries,” the man grunted, “If I have to waste my time explaining everything, you are obligated to take the job. But if you’re not serious, go away and work at the fish market for pence a day.”

“We want the job!” Yusuke blurted out, before Ianto could stop him.

The old man grunted and stepped aside to show them in. He led them through a short foyer and into a main room which imminently impressed itself on Yusuke. It was immense. The room must have taken up nearly the entire base of the tower. It was also completely empty of furniture, decorations, or anything to break up the empty space-- save for the odd column which was really just to support the architecture.

“This way,” the old man needled for their attention. He led them off to the right to a door, beyond which lay a stairwell going down. He held his hand up to his mouth and muttered something into it. He then held out his hand and a little white ball of flame sprang to life in his palm. Its light was brighter than its size should have permitted and it produced neither smoke nor heat.

“I knew it,” Ianto gasped under his breath and involuntary took a step closer to Yusuke.

“Dude, is he like a wizard or something?” Yusuke asked.

“Yes and I have ears too,” the old man said without turning back to face them. There was some humor in his voice when he said, “I wasn’t particularly trying to hide the fact was I? Now come on, I’m already four hundred and sixty years old; I’m not getting any younger. Move it.”

There was no going back now, the two swallowed their anxieties and followed the old man down the stairs. What they found at the bottom was a far greater shock. It was a massive basement full of boxes; brand new, never opened boxes of self-assemble furniture.

“You may have noticed they stark state of my decor upstairs,” the wizard told them, “In short, I decided to modernize my lifestyle and got rid of all of my old, dated, and stuffy things and ordered these lovely pieces from an adjacent dimension.”

“Don’t tell me,” Yusuke scanned the expanse of boxes, slack-jawed.

“This is your task,” the wizard told them, “I’d have done it myself, but you know, small parts, these old mitts of mine just are what they used to be.”

“I can’t believe this,” Ianto was just as astounded as Yusuke.

“Believe it boys. Now you accepted the job, you can’t back out now, so… get to it.” The wizard waved his hand and little sparks jumped from the little flame in his hand and flew into a series of small braziers mounted to the walls, lighting the room well. With that the wizard left the two to their work.

Out of all the strange situations that Yusuke had gotten them into this one took the cake, the pie, and the ice-cream sandwiches too.

After picking their jaws back up off the floor and finding a toolbox, the two adventurers were ready to start their assigned task. They decided to start on the living room set, because it was nearest to the front of the pile. The box was four by eight feet and about a foot and a half thick, which sounds big until you consider that it apparently contained a couch, a love seat, and two matching armchairs.

“How the hell do you put a whole friggen living room in a box?” Yusuke griped as he ripped open the box, “I thought that you had to be, like an upholsterer, or something like that, to build a couch. Ya know cuz all the stuffing inside and the cloth stuff.”

Ianto, who had set of directions bigger than he was laid out on the floor beneath him, said, “Well, apparently this company pre-sews together all the padding and the fabric, so after we assemble the frame all we have to do is slip the rest over it like a big pillow case and then tack it down to underside.”

At that point Yusuke came across a shrink-wrapped bundle of material with a letter A on it. It didn’t look like enough to do a couch, a love seat, and two matching armchairs. He wondered if their set had missing parts. He grasped the plastic and made to rip it open.

At the same time Ianto read, “All soft materials are in package A. Be careful when opening. Contents are stored under extreme pressure… I wonder what that means.”

In the next second there as a loud pop and Yusuke screamed. Ianto turned around to find Yusuke sprawled out on the floor under a boneless sofa. Ianto stood with his hands on his hips, “Quit playing round, Yusuke, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

After that they each assembled an armchair, with Ianto reading the directions and Yusuke acting as the official finder of parts. Then they moved on to work on the couch, together and then they tackled the loveseat.

“Why do you suppose they call it a loveseat?” Yusuke struck up a conversation as he drove down a tack in the underside of it.

“I suppose it’s because it’s ideal for lovers who want to sit near each other without being conspicuous about it,” Ianto shrugged.

“But it’s called a loveseat, so wouldn’t sitting it be conspicu-whats-it in the first place?” Yusuke said driving in the last tack on his side with a satisfied grunt, “But anyway people can sit close on a couch.”

“Well, I might think it earned the name latter after its use,” Ianto said, checking the legs to make sure they were sturdy before they turned it right side up. “And as for sitting close on a couch, look here.” He pulled Yusuke over to the couch and had him sit right next to him on one end.

“You see all that space over there?” Ianto pointed, “Doesn’t it look queer to have two people sitting right on top of one another, when there is perfectly good space over there? And may I remind you that when these conventions where designed, people where very prudent about unmarried individuals being within close proximity to each other.”

“Oh I get it,” Yusuke said, moving to the loveseat, pulling Ianto with him, “If ya got a short ass couch, it’s like ‘oh, we can’t help but sit so close, look how small the couch is.”

“That’s right,” Ianto affirmed, “And should the lovers wish to… engage in certain activities….”

“Ya ain’t got far to go,” Yusuke was getting now, “Yeah, and I see how being this close can have its advantages when your trying to put the moves on, ya know. A little stretch and yeah, arm around the shoulder,” Yusuke demonstrated the technique.

“I’m sure that one works very time,” Ianto stifled a laugh into his hand. Then, leaning into Yusuke’s side, he drawled, “Oh, Yusuke you charmer.”

“You know it. I‘ve got the moves. All I got to do flash em the eye and they just fall into my arms,” Yusuke grinned wicked, grabbing Ianto and holding him close as if he planned on ravishing him.

“Oh no, Yusuke, stop. I’m not that kind of girl!” Ianto giggled and pretended to fight off Yusuke’s pretend advances.

“What in Sam Hill is going on down here?” A sudden booming voice caused the two to leap apart.

Yusuke rashly explained, “We were, uh, just taking a break and messing around-- no it wasn’t like that! I know it looked like that, but we were only joking around. I really wouldn’t do that sort of stuff with Ianto. Not in a million years,” Yusuke babbled. “Isn’t that right, Ianto?”

The blond managed to glance between the demon and wizard, before answering with a quick and mousy nod.

“See, I’m not even interested in him,” Yusuke said.

“Well, why not?” The wizard bellowed.

“What?” Yusuke’s face fell.

“Come here, boy, let’s have a look at you,” the wizard beckoned the blond over. “Hm, slim build, but still sturdily, nice legs, and I’m sure his face is right pretty when it’s not red as a tomato. All and all I’d say he’s a fine specimen of male beauty. If you’re not even considering him I’d have to say you’re either blind, stupid, or… interested in someone else.”

By the time the wizard finished that last sentiment, Yusuke was also red as a tomato.

“Anyway I didn’t come down here cuz I interested in your affairs,” the wizard barked, changing the subject, “I came down here to give you boys this.”

He handed Yusuke something that looked like a sugar shaker. Yusuke asked, “Um, what is it?”

“I bet you two geniuses haven’t thought about how you’d be getting all this stuff up those stairs,” the old wizard said smugly, “This is how; powder of life. Just sprinkle it on the furniture….” He indicated Yusuke to do so. Yusuke sprinkled some on a chair.

“That’s enough, boy, then you just say the words; Furnir Animare.” At those words the chair jumped and began to scuttle about the room. The old man kicked at it and griped, “Get your over-stuffed cushions up stairs!”

The chair ran in a little circle and then darted up the stairs.

“Now I’ve seen everything,” Yusuke muttered, “I wonder if this stuff works on sex toys.”

“Exactly what kind of toy would you be animating?” Ianto quipped.

“I don’t know, like a Dutch wife or something,” Yusuke grinned and scratched the back of his head.

“It’s only designed for furniture,” the wizard broke in on their conversation. “If you’re wanting a bed warmer, use that one there,” he pointed at Ianto, “but not now. You two are supposed to be working.”

The old wizard left, stomping up the stairs, leaving Yusuke and Ianto to themselves and each other. Neither made comment on the wizard’s suggestions. They animated the rest of the living room set and then went back to work assembling furniture.

The powder of live proved to be a useful tool, not only for moving the recently assembled furniture, but also to alleviate the boredom of an apparently creative Mazoku. Ianto was a sure amused when he was privileged to witness Yusuke’s rendition of Someday My Prince Will Come while dancing with a dinette set.

Not every thing Yusuke and Ianto assembled went together easily. For one, the furniture was not all made by the same company, thus not all the pieces where designed with the same amount of competence. However, the furniture companies were not always the ones to blame; at times it was the ones assembling the furniture who lacked competence.

Yusuke and Ianto had to put together a large chest of drawers. They had been clever to split the chore of fitting together the drawers, three drawers to each of them, so as to save time, and then they built the chest as a team. In seconds, they each fastened a side to the front, and then they went to attach the back.

“Okay, hold that piece in place while I put the screws in,” Yusuke ordered. “The holes ain’t quite lined up. Put it toward us a bit more… okay… okay… done! Ha! Now we just put the draws in and we’re finished with this son of a bitch.”

“One problem, Yusuke,” Ianto said doubtfully.

“What’s that?” Yusuke asked.

“We’re inside of it.”

“Huh?” Yusuke looked around. There was wood to his left, wood to his right, behind him, and in front of him. He made to stand up, but hit his head on the bottom side of the top. He cursed.

“This is embarrassing.” Yusuke snapped, “Dang it Blondie, how could you let me do something this stupid. What were you too busy checking out my ass or something to notice I was building us into a friggen box?”

“If I said yes, would you be less angry with me,” Ianto peered up at Yusuke while fiddling with a strand of his yellow hair.

Yusuke laughed. He thought Ianto was kidding. “Nah, how could I stay mad at you. I mean, how could a guy stay focused with my sexy self around. Come on, lets take this back off and then put it together right. Heh, you know this will probably make funny story someday.”

“You would tell someone about the time you trapped yourself in a box?” Ianto said skeptically.

“Er! You’re right. Let’s never speak of this again,” Yusuke decided, “What happens in the creepy old wizard’s basement stays in the creepy old wizard’s basement.”

An hour latter, Yusuke had just finished eviscerating another cardboard box and was standing over the many, many scattered parts, sighing, “Unh, why are there sooo many pieces? It’s a desk right? Four legs and a top, that’s all ya need.”

“Doesn’t whine,” Ianto said flippantly as he unfolded the directions, “We just got to take it one step at a time. It’ll be easy you’ll see. Guh!”

“What is it?” Yusuke jumped to Ianto’s aid, brandishing a plank of veneered particleboard, “What, did ya see a spider or something?”

Ianto’s eyes, however, were fixed on the directions. Yusuke looked over his shoulder. What he saw was a tangle of complicated pictures and fragmented sentences, with pointing arrows and bubbles that containing phases like, “remember before you…” and “it is important that…” and “refer to appendix C.” Yusuke nearly pissed himself when he saw those directions.

The actual assembly of the desk turned out to be a near impossible puzzle, a feat of physical endurance and, at times, a contortionist’s challenge. The function and place of individual pieces were incomprehensible, as was the order to which they were fit together.

Yusuke was supporting and awkwardly shaped mass of assembled parts that was apparently one of the sides while attaching a bar of metal that’s purpose was still unknown to him. But he knew that it went there. He couldn’t just lay it down, because there were pieces on the other side that would bend if he did. After fumbling the thing for the fifth time, he shouted to Ianto, “Dang it, can’t we put the top on this thing and stabilize it?”

“No, if we do that we won’t be able to install the drawer unit,” Ianto grunted as he struggled with a piece similar to Yusuke’s.

“These two sides have got to fit together somehow,” Yusuke griped, “Hey what’s this?” He picked up a long pole with one end squished flat and a hole in it. The inside of the back leg on his side had a nub protruding from it. The pole was about the right length for a desk.

“Hey, Blondie, you got a hole I can stick this into?” Yusuke asked.

“Pardon?” Ianto nearly dropped his end.

“Check the back leg and see if there’s a hole there where this pole goes. I think it’s the part that fits the two sides together,” Yusuke told him.

“There’s a hole here, but I don’t see it in the directions,” Ianto replied.

“Screw the directions,” Yusuke declared, “It fits on my end. Put it in.”

“It won’t fit,” Ianto puffed as he struggled with the pieces, “That rod’s just too big to fit in my hole.”

“It’s not too big. You’re putting it in on the wrong angle,” Yusuke told him, “Here let me. You just concentrate on holding your legs up so I can get to it.”

“Yusuke you’re leaning on my back too much, you’re heavy,” Ianto complained.

“Sorry, but if I move now, I’ll loose it,” Yusuke told him, “Just hang in there, I’m almost finished.”

Ianto grunted, “Hurry, it’s starting to hurt.”

“Dang, it, it keeps slipping out,” Yusuke cursed, “What am I supposed to do here?”

“I think, you’re supposed to screw it,” Ianto had found a section in the manual about that part. He found that end of the pole was held in place with a double threaded bolt, a nut, and then covered with a decorative nut.

Yusuke quickly put the screw in place on the end of the rod and warned Ianto, “I’m putting it back in.”

“Ouch!” Ianto hissed when Yusuke accidentally pinched his finger between the parts.

“I’m almost done, just need to grab your nuts and… ahhh. Woo, done.” Yusuke panted. “Man, that’s a relief.”

At that moment there was an awkward cough that came from somewhere upstairs, it was soon followed by the familiar voice of the old wizard, “When you two are finished and have made yourselves decent, there’s lunch waiting for you upstairs.”

Yusuke had no idea what the wizard meant by that. Ianto thought he might have an inkling, though he was not about to tell Yusuke. After finishing the table, bringing it to life, following it upstairs, and eating lunch on it, they returned to work.

Later as Ianto swept away the waste from their latest project, he called back to Yusuke, “What’s next?”

“Oh my god,” he heard Yusuke say.

“What is it?”

“I, uh… no, you gotta see it.”

“Oi, for crape’s sake,” Ianto said moving over to where Yusuke was. “Is that… is that a baby cradle?” His irritation drained out of him instantly.

“It sure is,” Yusuke started chuckling, “Man, what do you think Mr. Old ’n Creepy is doing with this?”

“Maybe it was shipped to him by mistake,” Ianto frowned.

Yusuke snorted, “If it was, the same people accidentally sent him a toy box, a changing table, and a little dresser with ducks painted on it.”

“Who knows,” Ianto shrugged, “Maybe he’s wants to start a family.”

“At his age?” Yusuke scoffed.

“He is a wizard,” Ianto pointed, “For all we know he could just sculpt a kid out of clay and bringing it to life. I can’t really doubt the concept. After all, I did watch you dance with furniture earlier.”

“Yeah, well you just remember what happens in the creepy old wizards basement, stays in the creepy old wizards basement,” Yusuke muttered.

They were midway through building the crib when Yusuke sighed, “Ya know, this may be my only chance to put one of these things together.”

“What do you mean,” Ianto asked while glancing at the directions.

Yusuke shrugged, “Well I’ve always liked kids and I kinda liked the idea of having some of my own someday. What‘s next?”

“We attach parts H and G with rod 7,” Ianto said, “Why don’t you?”

“Hello, gay,” Yusuke huffed, “The rod doesn’t fit.”

“That’s because you’re putting it in the wrong hole,” Ianto told him.

“Yeah, that’s why I can’t have kids. Now what the hell’s wrong with this thing?” Yusuke grinned.

“You know what I meant,” Ianto snorted and helped Yusuke piece the parts together correctly. He went on, “You know, I think I once recalled hearing that there was a number of male demons that could conceive and birth children. But I don’t suppose you or your… interests are of that number.”

“You’re kidding,” Yusuke nearly jumped on the blond, “I’ve never heard of that before-- shit I’ve never even thought of that before…. I wonder if I could….”

Ianto put in quickly, “I’m no expert on demon biology. It might just be a wives tale, so….”

“Man, and here I was getting my hopes up,” Yusuke half-laughed, “and I had this nice image of myself all plump and ready to pop. And I was soo looking forward to morning sickness and losing all control of my bladder. Hey, you think I’d get boobs too? That might be fun.”

“If you consider feeling like your chest is going to burst and having sore nipples fun, then yeah,” Ianto sighed with humor, “and then there’s the hormones; going from clinically depressed to horny as hell about eight times an hour-- though for some reason I think you would enjoy that.”

“Depends on my company,” Yusuke wiggled his eyebrows at the blond who snorted and thumped him on the chest.

“But seriously, it would be kind of cool if it turned out I could have kids,” Yusuke let out a whimsical sigh, “I would like nothing better than to buy a big old house and fill it with mini-Hiei’s.”

Ianto was tempted to point out that the original Hiei was already a mini, but he held his tongue, knowing it would be an unfair remark to make about a man he’d never actually met. And that it was really born out of jealously. Instead he said, “Does Hiei like kids?”

Yusuke drooped. Whoops wrong answer.

“I don’t think he does,” Yusuke said, “I’ve never really seen him interact directly with a kid, but somehow I get the feeling he wouldn’t like em.”

“He might be different if they’re his own,” Ianto quickly comforted Yusuke. It was a knee jerk reaction to seeing the demon so sullen.

“Might?” Yusuke snapped, “Here I’m having his babies and he might like them? That’s a pretty shit reassurance.”

“I’m sorry Yusuke. I can’t lie to you and say he’ll love them for sure,” Ianto told him, desperation creeping into his voice. “I can’t guarantee he’ll stay with you and the kids.”

“I didn’t think of that! He might leave me to avoid being tied down,” Yusuke gulped, “I can’t raise these kids alone. I grew up without a father and I’ll tell you what; it’s shit.”

“You won’t have to raise them alone, you have Kurama and…” Ianto took him by the hands, “I’d help you raise them, if I had to.”

“You… you’d really do that for me?” Yusuke was starting to tear up.

“Of course,” Ianto lowered his voice, “And I just know the kids will be great, because they’re yours.”

“You’re the best friend a pregnant guy could have!” Yusuke suddenly hugged the blond.

Ianto wrapped his arms around Yusuke and hugged him back. A warm feeling spread through his heart at the thought of raising the children, together with Yusuke. Yusuke would cook and he’d clean the house. He would teach the children their books while Yusuke taught them martial arts. They would, of course, have a desire to fight since both their biological parents, Yusuke and Hiei, were demonic fighters. But there would be no fighting inside the house. That would have to be a rule-- Ianto’s eyes flicked open as reality paid him a visit and knocked him upside the head.

He blandly said, “Yusuke, you’re not pregnant.”

“Huh?” Yusuke jumped back from the blond that he was fiercely hugging. He scratched the back of his head and laughed, “Oh yeah, I’m not. I guess I got a little carried away.”

“That’s just like you; when you carried away you take me with you,” Ianto pouted, his cheeks tinting pink.

Yusuke snorted as a laugh escaped him, “I do have a habit of carrying you off, don’t I.” He was thinking of the day he and Ianto had met in that little tavern in Haven. He had spent the morning chatting with Ianto and by noon had been so impressed with his knowledge of Dreams that he simply had to have him as a traveling partner. So much that rather than asking the blond to join him, he just picked him up, threw him over his shoulder caveman style and carried him off. Yet, Ianto is still with him. Dig that.

After a few moments of Yusuke looking at him funny, Ianto snapped, “What?”

“You’ve really gone through a lot for me, haven’t you,” Yusuke said, “and with nothing to gain for yourself. It’s strange that you‘d do that.”

“Is that bad?” Ianto asked as he busied himself sorting pins and screws.

Yusuke smiled and shook his head, “Nah, I don’t think so. But you’d be eaten alive in the demon world-- maybe literally.” He put a hand on top of Ianto’s head, tussling the blonde’s tresses.

“Its good thing I don’t live in the demon world,” the blond said softly and then, “Will you go there when you’re done with me.”

“Huh?” Yusuke had started working again and had missed that last part.

“When you’re done in Dreams,” Ianto amended himself, “Will you be going to the demon world?”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Yusuke mused on the point while he searched for a part, “I lived in the human realm, but Hiei lives in demon world. So, one of us would have to move-- that’s if he’s interested in me like that.”

“I think this is the part you’re looking for,” Ianto handed him the part. “That’s right. As much as you go on about him like he’s your lover, I forget that you don’t actually have that sorted yet.”

“Yeah. The last time I saw him I thought I might… ya know, have a shot. But I might have misunderstood the whole thing,” Yusuke sighed, “sometimes I think I might have imagined it. He might not want anything to do with me and I‘ll end up all alone.”

“That‘s not true,” Ianto told him sternly.

“Hm?” Yusuke glanced up at the very serious blond.

“Well…” Ianto said as if he wanted to bite his tongue, “I know there is somebody who’d love you, if not Hiei.”

“Of course, I’ve got Kurama,” Yusuke smiled and scratched the back of his head.

“Y-yeah, Kurama,” Ianto smiled awkwardly.

Yusuke snapped the last piece of the crib in place, “Hey, I think were done with this one. Only, like a bazillion more to go.” Both adventures looked daunted at the enormous pile of yet to be constructed furniture.

“You sure you want to help me with all of this?” Yusuke grinned, “If you want to run for it now, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Ianto laughed, “After everything we’ve been through, you think some boxed furniture is going to scare me away? Besides, I promised, come hell or high water, to get you to Barharna.”

“All right, let’s get this shit done!” Yusuke cheered as if hit by a fresh wave of energy.

Yusuke and Ianto spent the better part of the next six days in that basement. In the course of those six days they built 4 wardrobes, 16 nightstands, 8 chests of drawers, 6 dressers, a vanity, and many beds of various sizes, including a set of bunk-beds. They put together all sorts of cabinets, wall cabinets, floor cabinets, drawer cabinet, and sliding glass door cabinets. As well as trunks, shelving units, storage bin organizer units, work tables, desks, and a revolving shoe tree. They constructed a movable kitchen island, a corner nook set, a bar with stools, and a 19 piece dining room set. They assembled 2 loveseats, 3 sofas, 6 armchairs, 9 ottomans, a grandfather clock, and too many floor lamps to count. Along with 5 coffee tables, 10 end tables, 12 accent tables, a credenza, and a foosball table.

On the sixth day, they dragged themselves up the stairs, bones aching, muscles like lead to find the once bear tower filled with trendy furnishings. The reward for their work was just as handsome as the flyer had advertised. He gave them a big bag of gold and a slightly smaller bag of jewels-- for the convenience of light travel. They could sell the jewels as needed. The wizard had had given them so much cash for their work, Yusuke figured they wouldn’t have to stop to work for a while. Shoot, they probably had enough to charter a private yacht to taxi them around. They wouldn’t hire a private yacht. They would take the ferry across the waters to Barharna on the Isle of Oriab.

“Hey, Ianto,” Yusuke said as they walked down the road.

“Hm?” Ianto hummed.

“We’ll be in Barharna before the days out, right?” Yusuke asked.

“Yes,” Ianto answered. Yusuke paused in the middle of the road. Ianto asked, “What is it?”

Yusuke shook his head, “I wanted to say, in case I forget latter, thanks Blondie.” He leaned down and kissed Ianto next to his ear, “For everything.”

Yusuke continued to walk down the road. Ianto smiled and touched the spot where Yusuke’s lips touched. He whispered to the demon’s retreating back, “Don’t mention it.”

The Wizard in White-- END.
A/N: So concludes the final adventure before Yusuke and Ianto reached Barharna in the 4th chapter of If Only in my Dreams. I know this one seems a little pointless and anticlimactic. I enjoyed writing it because I’m a whore for jokes. Anyway for those who’ve stayed with me this long; a treat.

This was a deleted scene from If Only in my Dreams, when Ianto and Kurama were trapped in the underwater library. In this scene KURAMA RAPES IANTO as way of taking control of the OC that he doesn’t trust. I cut it because that chapter had a lot of important information about the villains as well as a big action-escape sequence. Too cluttered, you see. It also made Kurama look pretty evil. So I replaced it with a kiss and a silent understanding. So here it is for your enjoyment.

If Only in my Dreams… deleted scene.

Ianto was looking over the railing when he suddenly found himself grabbed up by his companion and slammed into the wall. The impact instantly forced the wind from his lungs.
“What… are you doing?” he coughed out.

Kurama pressed the smaller man’s body into the rotten and crumbing wall paper as he leaned in and growled into the other’s ear, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to rape you.”

Kurama slipped his hand past the folds of the robe to gingerly stroke the inside of Ianto’s thigh.

Ianto’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He began to stutter, “St-Stop playing around, Ku-Kurama. Come on, it’s not funny. Get your hand out of my robe.”

“It’s MY robe,” Kurama corrected him, “And I’m not playing.” With that he gripped the blonde’s manhood.

“L-let me go-OH!” The blond protested. “Kurama…please….” He sighed in relief when the redhead released his sex. He may have breathed too soon, because in the next second he found himself thrown onto his back on the dusty, time worn floor.

“This is making you hard and you know it.” Kurama murmured to his victim. It had been a long time since he’d used this sort of tactic on someone. It was back in his Youko days. He’d forgotten how much fun it could be.

Kurama unbelted the robe and pulled the fabric back. He couldn’t help but faultier seeing the blonde’s exposed body. For some reason he thought that Ianto would have been softer looking, more like a little girl. Ianto was thin and supple, but defiantly built like an active young male. This did make more sense, really. He’d have to possess some athletic prowess to have kept up with Yusuke for an entire year. Kurama scanned down the other’s abdomen, past his hips-- Kurama stopped and grinned with delight.

“You’re tiny.” Kurama’s gaze was fixated on Ianto’s cute little erection, where it jutted out of a cute little tuft of golden curls. It couldn’t have been more than five inches long. It fit so perfectly in the palm of Kurama’s hand.

“You’re so naughty getting so hard over a little touching.” Kurama teased as he stroked the blonde’s perky cock. “Hmm, How long has it been since someone touched you like this. I bet you wish Yusuke had touched you like this, right?”

“Is THAT what this is about?” Ianto’s exclaimed, “Jealously?!” He pushed and clawed at the redhead’s bare chest as he tried to wriggle out of Kurama’s grasp. But, Kurama caught both slight wrists in one hand, and none-to-gently forced them upwards.
“No,” Kurama stated simply before lowering his lips to lay a line of kisses along the side of Ianto’s neck. He sucked and nipped at the flesh until the felt the blonde’s struggles cease.

Kurama relinquished his hold on Ianto’s wrists so that he could work at the damp fastenings on his own pants. He lowered his bared body onto the blonde’s. He almost imaged a steaming hiss when his hot flesh came in contact with Ianto’s chilled skin. Kurama started to move his hips back and froth. He let his hands wonder free over the other man’s sides. Subtle gasps and sighs escaped Ianto’s reluctant lips

Kurama slipped one hand underneath Ianto, over his buttocks, and dipped his fingers into the crevice seeking his entrance. When he found it Ianto reinstated his struggles. Kurama gave him a sharp warning bite on the neck, and then continued to rub little circles around the other’s anus. Ianto calmed down and let Kurama go about his work. Was it out of fear? Or could it be Kurama’s ministrations were starting to feel good?

“Why?” Ianto’s plead was barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Kurama ignored the query. Instead he robbed the blond of all ability to think by increasing his pace, thrusting harder and aggressively grinding his fingertip around the other‘s pucker. Kurama knew the blond was on the threshold going over the edge and crashing into unwanted ecstasy. Kurama pushed his finger deep inside causing Ianto to cry out in surprise and pleasure. Soon warm cum was spreading over the blonde’s belly. A few more relentless thrusts latter, Kurama splattered his own seed over Ianto’s abdomen.

Almost immediately after, Kurama got up and started putting his damp clothes back on.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” Ianto shouted as he threw a mold eaten tome at the fox in feeble retaliation.

Kurama easily dodged the book and crouched down next to the blond, who was hiding his face under his palms, in shame. Kurama dragged his finger through the fresh semen. He held it up to Ianto’s lips. Ianto tried to turn away, but Kurama grasped him by the hair and forced his fingers past Ianto’s lips, deep to the back of the throat. The blond reflexively swallowed to keep from gagging.

“What the hell?” Ianto stuttered.

“You have a sixth sense, you know the things that most dreamers fear to know, and you knew a demon when you saw one.” Kurama told him, “Ianto, Ianto you have been keeping secrets.”

“And you have me figured out,” Ianto challenged.

Kurama shook his head, “I don’t have to figure you out. For now on I trust you completely.”

“Huh?” That threw him through a loop. “Why?”

“You swallowed my seed,” Kurama said a-matter-of-factly.

“You trust me because I swallowed some of your cum?!” Ianto gapped.

Kurama laughed, “That’s part of it, but I was referring to my Death Seed.” Kurama elaborated, “I covertly slipped a seed from a deadly vetch into the mix. It’s a nasty little thing I found in the upper Dreamlands. You see, bodily fluids such as blood or semen are naturally carriers for spirit energy, so it‘s an ideal catalyst for manipulating plants that require more energy than I am currently capable of tapping into, thanks to the nature of Dreams. On my command that plant will sprout inside you and tear you limb from limb.”

“And you had to feel me up, why?” Ianto demanded.

To which Kurama only smirked.
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A/N: See, it didn’t work at all in the overall story, but hope you all enjoyed the abusing of an innocent OC. I’d like to thank Leira and kit-kit for their encouraging reviews. I think I’ll break form the Dreamlands and write a couple of non-mythos stories. I’ve got a couple in the works right now. Then I might finally get to work on that sequel to If only in my Dreams, which I started and never finished or posted. I this one Hiei will return to the Dreamlands for a solo adventure. See ya, next time!