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The effects of the medication coursing through Raven's body felt like a strange dance between reality and dream.
He surrendered to the numbing embrace, relishing the temporary reprieve from the cacophony of thoughts that usually plagued his mind.
As his consciousness hovered on the edge of oblivion, Raven found himself enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility. With each passing moment, the grip of the medication tightened, pulling him further away from the realm of awareness.
Lost in this hazy limbo, Raven folded his hands delicately over his abdomen, feeling the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat mingling with the ebb and flow of the drug's effects.
It was as if he were adrift in a sea of sensations, floating weightlessly on the tide of tranquility.
Then, like a whisper in the dark, he felt a gentle touch against his skin. Fingers brushed softly against the fabric of his shirt, tracing invisible patterns along the contours of his body.
The sensation was both disconcerting and strangely comforting, like a fleeting caress from a long-forgotten memory.
Amidst the fog of medication-induced haze, Raven's mind struggled to grasp the reality of the moment.
Was he dreaming?
Or was this some surreal manifestation of his subconscious desires?
In the depths of his mind, a familiar face began to materialize—a face with warm, penetrating eyes and a crooked smile that never failed to stir a sense of familiarity within him.
Alaric.
As the image of Alaric flickered like a distant star in the vast expanse of Raven's consciousness, he felt a surge of inexplicable longing wash over him. It was a longing for connection, for solace, for the elusive comfort.
And in that fleeting moment of lucidity, Raven found himself reaching out, yearning to bridge the gap between dream and reality, longing for the warmth of embrace to anchor him in this sea of uncertainty.
As Raven grappled with the perplexing experience, his mind raced with questions.
Why was Alaric, of all people, invading his dreams?
What did it signify?
Was there a hidden meaning behind it, or was it merely a figment of his subconscious?
Alaric's phantom touch continued its exploration, leaving a trail of sensations that Raven struggled to comprehend. Each caress, each whispered word, felt both foreign and familiar, stirring a concoction of emotions within him.
The voice, soft yet hauntingly familiar, lingered in the air like a tantalizing mystery. "Isn't it convenient to have a pretty face?" He murmured, sending shivers down Raven's spine.
In the midst of his confusion, Raven found himself entranced by the ethereal presence that enveloped him. It was as though he had been transported to a realm where reality and fantasy intertwined, blurring the lines between the tangible and the intangible.
The sensations intensified, each kiss igniting a firestorm of desire that Raven struggled to contain. His body, once inert and passive, now pulsed with newfound vitality, responding eagerly to the enigmatic stimuli.
Yet, amidst the whirlwind of sensations, Raven's consciousness remained tethered to the realm of uncertainty. Was this dream a manifestation of his deepest desires, or a harbinger of unforeseen revelations? And why Alaric?
As the dream persisted, Raven's struggle against the confines of his own body intensified. Each breath became a battle cry, a desperate plea for liberation from the confines of his own mind.
With a Herculean effort, Raven managed to force his eyelids open. But still, he found himself unable to move his body.
To his profound dismay, he realized that this was not a mere dream!
There was someone unmistakably touching him!
"Ffffuckk! Fuck!" He cursed silently.
The young man was engrossed in suckling Raven's nipple, while his hand stealthily ventured beneath Raven's uniform trousers.
However, this was not Alaric.
His hair was a disheveled brown, a stark contrast to Alaric's meticulously groomed locks.
Panic surged through Raven. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He needed to muster his strength and fight back immediately.
He felt as though time was slipping away, with the young man already grasping his manhood.
Raven's breath caught in his throat, confusion and panic engulfing him. He felt ensnared in an overwhelmingly uncomfortable situation.
As the curtain of Raven's resting place was drawn back, Raven's eyes quickly darted towards the disturbance.
"What in the world?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion and alarm.
The young man holding onto Raven's penis recoiled in surprise, releasing his grip immediately. With wide eyes, he turned his gaze towards the intruder who had caught him in the act.
Standing at the doorway with an expression of fierce indignation, Alaric glared at both of them with intensity. Raven lay sprawled on the bed, his shirt disheveled and could not move a limb.
"What do you think you're doing? Let go of him, now!" Alaric's voice rang out with authority, his eyes flashing with anger.
The brown-haired young man, now identified as Ryder, flashed a sheepish smile, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender.
"Ah? Why so serious? It was just a bit of fun! I didn't mean any harm, for real," he protested, attempting to defuse the tension.
Meanwhile, Raven's mind raced with a mixture of shock and irritation. "Fun? That's his idea of fun?" he seethed inwardly, though his words remained unspoken, lost amidst the tumult of emotions swirling within him.
Alaric's sharp gaze scanned Raven to ensure that Ryder hadn't done anything worse.
Raven felt his heart pounding rapidly as Alaric's eyes roamed over his body.
As Alaric straightened Raven's shirt, their hands occasionally brushed against Raven's bare chest, causing him to hold his breath. Then, Alaric began to fasten each button of Raven's shirt one by one.
"Let the others know Raven's been found. We'll meet at the basecamp!" Alaric commanded once more as he secured the last button of Raven's shirt.
Ryder responded lazily, "Yeah..."
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