"To be honest, Jack has done things like this in real life..." He confessed, feeling no reason to lie or deny things in his own dream. "He's quite experienced for being just a year older than me. And he's so confident about it...I couldn't ever be that confident."

Long arms wrapped around Fin. "Why not?"

A blush formed on Fin's face. "Well, for starters, I have a feminine form. My hair's not even black and blue, I dyed it to try to look more menacing and tough." He kicked at the ground with one of his feet. "It's really all platinum...everywhere. So light, it doesn't even look like it's there. The guys always teased me about it at gym, ever since they started growing chest hairs."

"I think you are perfect. Your form fits your frame perfectly." Alistair's fingers traced down Fin's sides, making him shiver. "Your skin and fine hair complement you. Your hair, black or blond, is soft and frames your face so appealingly." The Nightmare's hands drew upward, running through satiny black and blue colored locks. "Those boys were fools. They were either jealous or blind." An inhuman growl rumbled through Alistair's chest against Fin's back. "I'd like to punish them for planting this false insecurity in you."

Stranger and stranger. Fin felt heat rise beneath his skin wherever Alistair touched him. "I could be as bulky as any one of them, but I'm just so short. If I were only taller, they wouldn't have thought twice about leaving me alone. Though, today I saw someone even shorter than me for once...it was a weird, pink-haired boy that said he was a unicorn, of all things." Fin frowned as he recalled Lee'en.

"A Unicorn?" Alistair's deep, smoky voice was intense with alarm. "Did he touch you? Did he try to force you to do anything?" He asked worriedly. "Bunch of shallow, pastel, cherry-chasers," Alistair muttered under his breath.

Another frown formed on Fin's face. Why was his dream worried about his reality? "He did press his finger to my lips and I think he was trying to hit on me a couple of times, but otherwise, no..."

"I don't like that one of them touched you." Alistair held Fin close. "They only want one thing from you... Me, I want everything, but only when you're ready."

Fin tilted his head back to look into those luminous cobalt eyes. How was it that this one figment of his imagination was so informative about unicorns? "What, exactly, do you mean by 'everything'?" He asked, after a moment's hesitation.

"I can see your thoughts and desires when you dream." The Nightmare nuzzled between Fin's shoulder and neck to whisper in the teen's ear. "I fell in love with everything I see in you." A gentle kiss feathered against Fin's cheek. "I want all of you. I want your heart, body, and soul. I want to be responsible for your happiness, protect you from anything that harms you, and bring you pleasure you've never imagined. I want everything that you are able to give me." Alistair's breath was warm against Fin's smooth skin. "And I will give you everything I am or will be. I will devote myself to you with all that I have."

Fin felt shivers rolling down his spine. Fear and lust rose simultaneously within him with every word and movement of the Nightmare. Eventually, he managed to stamp down some of the lust with his fear. "You...you aren't someone I just dreamed up, after all!" He gasped. "How did you get into my dream?"

"Like I said, I'm a Nightmare," Alistair reminded Fin gently. "Have you not heard of us?"

The teenager shook his head. "The only nightmares I know are bad dreams."

"No, no, no," Alistair shook his head with a soft huff. "That's just terrible press, probably from those ridiculous Unicorns." The Nightmare sighed. "We're... I guess you'd call us magic. We live in a separate sliver of this dimension. We have varied abilities. All of us can see into dreams. We tend to be an amorous lot." Alistair admitted. "Nightmares believe in the value of our true selves. We especially value lustful hearts... like yours." His voice roughened with arousal. "For some reason that scholars are still arguing about, only the chaste that are over sixteen can see Nightmares or Unicorns when we’re in your world." Alistair sighed. "Unicorns value chastity above all else. It's like a trophy for them." The nightmare scowled.

Fin absorbed all of that information like a sponge. "So let me get this straight..." He mused out loud. "Unicorns are hot for virgins and Nightmares are hot for anyone whose mind is frequently in the gutter?"

Alistair's laugh was rich and full. "Something like that. Nightmares are like anyone, though, we all have our particular preferences." He turned Fin in his arms, looking down at him with eyes like blue jewels. "My preference is you."

Fin's gaze flickered once more towards the orgy and was surprised to see that the foursome was already done and sated. When had he missed their climax? Was his attention drawn entirely to Alistair? A pout formed on his face. "You owe me a sultry dream."

Alistair's smile was brilliant. "I'd be honored." The Nightmare waved a hand, and a soft blue cloud appeared under them, sweeping the pair off their feet. It held them semi-reclined in pillowy comfort as Alistair pulled Finian close. "What would bring you the most pleasure?" The Nightmare waved his hand again, and the pile of bodies with Jack in the middle disappeared. "Would you like to see your friend again? Does he arouse you?"

A part of him was still quite wary of the man beside him, but when asked such personal questions, he began to fiddle with his fingers in nervousness. "It's not so much Jack as his wild stories and actions...though I told him to tone down his descriptions, he always goes overboard, and I end up stuck with the images in my mind all day until I go to sleep."

"Do you like how they make you feel, just a bit?" Alistair asked softly. "Do they make you feel all hot and tight down low in your belly?" And arm snuck around Finian, pressing a palm under the teen's belly button. "Leaving you hard and wanting?" Alistair flicked his hand in the air. Two men and a woman appeared before them. They writhed on a soft bed with sapphire sheets. The woman was straddling one of the men. Her soft curves undulated as she rode his cock and moaned in pleasure. The other man was pressing the swollen tip of his own dick against the first man's lips.

The teenager gasped at the scene. Almost immediately, Alistair's hand felt too hot, and he squirmed against it. Fin bit his lower lip and exhaled just as the second man's length began to disappear into the other man's mouth. The sound of the woman's throaty moans mixed with the breathy grunts of the man being sucked off.

"Wow...I think that's at least a level or two beyond my own imagination." Fin confessed.

"Thank you." Alistair preened. "You like it? I can show you anything you desire." His lips curved in a wicked smile. "An image of yourself could star in your dreams, or me, or both of us..."

"Both of us? You could do that?" Fin challenged as he peered up at the Nightmare through his downcast eyelashes. "I can never imagine a clone of myself in my dreams..."

Alistair dropped a wink and waved a hand. The scene on the bed changed. A double of Alistair lay naked on the bed, bronze-skinned body stretched beneath another man. Alistair's double's tan flesh contrasting with skin like flawless alabaster. The young man above him impaled himself on the double's hard length, undulating in wicked bliss. Dainty hands pressed to the Nightmare double's strong chest, fingers digging in as he held himself up.

The young man's head was thrown back in ecstasy, showing the long, smooth line of a swan-like throat. Pink nipples hardened to nubs drew the eyes down. Further below, his cock was hard and dripping precum. It was surprisingly thick and long for the young man's petite form. It slapped Alistair's double's belly as the pale man rode him with vigor, the petal-pink cockhead bobbing. Dark blue eyes peeked from heavy lids as he moaned. Black and blue locks swayed as he fucked himself on the larger man.

The beautiful young man who made Alistair's double moan and strain beneath him was a perfect replica of Fin.

Fin was in shock. What he saw was like a scene of a twin...one that, unlike him, was sexually active and fearless. He had never gotten to the point that he dripped precum like that. Was that what it would really look like on his own shaft? His stomach trembled beneath Alistair's hand as he looked on.

"That is both amazing and frightening..." He whispered.

"Frightening?" The Nightmare sounded concerned.

"It's like a version of me that acts more like Jack. I wouldn't know what any of that feels like. I've never even seen myself become like that...it's just scares me." He replied, his voice falling to a whisper once again. "Adult relationships...I'm just not ready for them. Not even one night stands."

"I think I understand." Alistair pressed warm lips to Fin's temple. He waved a hand, and the men on the bed no longer resembled them so closely. "Did you see how beautiful you were? I've never seen such handsomeness in a human."

Fin let out a soft snort. "You haven't even seen my natural hair color." He teased, and then was somewhat surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. Was he...flirting? He never flirted!

"I have an excellent imagination," Alistair told him with twinkling mirth in his eyes. "I think it would suit you just as well as the black." He took Fin's hand, bringing the teen's fingers up to run them over the cobalt fleur de lis on the Nightmare's forehead. "And I have a certain affinity for blue. I like it in your hair and your eyes are captivating."

A blush colored Fin's cheeks, and he found himself lightly tracing the design of the marking on Alistair's forehead. "I think you are-"

He was unable to finish the sentence before he was jarred awake by his phone blasting the Beyoncé song set as his alarm.

"For crying out loud!" He groaned as he pressed the heels of both his palms to his temples. "Was it all just a dream?"