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The Dark Waits Where Dreams Lay	By : hibaakaiko Category: S through Z > Wheel of Time Series Views: 3506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Dark Waits Were Dreams Lay
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Jordan, Robert. The Eye of The World. New York: Tor, 1990. Pg 426.

Yes, I have a citation, and why? Because the underlined material was taking direction from the book. The surrounding text at the end was twisted from what was in the book. To be safe I cited the page and the book I got it from. I used MLA format, left out the page numbers at the end of the quotes. so if you feel I have cited the source wrong, please feel free to tell me what I did wrong.
This story is YAOI, meaning two men do things to each other that aren’t recommended in the bible. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please go elsewhere. These characters don’t belong to me, but the idea of them getting it on in the barn out back of the Queen’s Man inn outside of Caemlyn, is.
Please enjoy it.

“LIGHT! Mat…Mat! Mordeth...he…he found us!” Rand cried, choking on the water that his friend tried to feed him.
“Shhh…shhh, it’s just a fever dream Rand, drink.” He tried to get more water into the feverish man, but when all his friend did was choke he gave up.
“You…lie…I can’t…I…” Rand tossed and turned in his fever dream, kicking the straw away at this feet, trying to toss off the blankets shrouding his sweaty body. “NEVER…he’s my friend I don’t…NO! DON‘T TOUCH HIM” Mat truly wished he knew what his friend was seeing, maybe if he knew he could alleviate some of his friend’s anxiety.
“Mat…please…fight…”
He started at the mention of his name, getting Rand to sit up he moved to sit behind him. Pulling his friend against his chest he brushed away damp strands of hair. The bucket of cool well water rested nearby and Mat tossed the small towel that had nearly baked dry on Rand’s fevered forehead into it, replacing it with a fresh one. “Just hang in there,” he whispered against his friend’s ear, holding him tight when Rand’s rakish frame began to tremble with cold.
“Mat,” Rand gasped, trying to turn in the other’s arms. Clutching at Mat’s coat, “Mat, I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse, maybe from all of his screaming, maybe from the illness—Mat didn’t know and didn’t care.
“For what…go to sleep you great wool head you‘re keeping me up.” He was sure that Rand wasn’t seeing him where he sat, his eyes looked beyond him and through the back wall as if looking off across the mountains. Mat closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the top of his friend’s head as he managed to get him laying down again.
“You’re right,” The words were almost too soft for Mat to hear. “I love him.” Mat had felt weary enough to sleep a full week through until he heard those words. Puzzled over what he had just heard, Mat thought those words over with nary a trace of sleep left on his brain. Who was he talking about…and love, that was a strong word to use towards anyone. Especially at their age.
“NOW LEAVE MAT ALONE!” He paused as if listening to someone and growled, even that sound was raw in Rand’s throat and it made Mat wince. “I love Mat…there…said it…” His words drifted into nothing more than babble. Even if Rand had started to shout again, Mat would not have heard his words. His brain felt like mush between his ears, as if Nynaeve’s put downs had suddenly became true and he had not but wool stuffed behind his eyes.
“It’s the fever talking,” Mat muttered, rubbing his head which had started to ache, “Maybe I caught what he has.” He felt Rand shift in his lap again and made to force him to lay back when he found himself on the end of a sloppy kiss. If Mat’s brains had truly been replaced by wool, that wool was now on fire as he tried to comprehend what he was feeling. When Rand wavered, his hands scrambling for perches Mat wrapped his arms around him to support him.
“Blood and bloody ashes Rand, you’re sick…stop…stop moving around so much!” He was blushing from roots to toes despite what he said.
Rand was utter frail against Mat‘s chest; however, he managed to lean in until his lips were against the shell of Mat‘s ear, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you Mat…so plump….and pink…taste like honey cakes…” He mumbled and finally collapsed against his friend’s chest, his cheek resting against Mat’s heaving chest. What Rand had said…it stirred something in Mat, something that made his throat feel tight and his clothing too close.
“It’s just the fever…” He convinced himself, pulling the blankets closer around his friend he rested his cheek against the top of Rand’s head. Despite everything, Mat managed to doze off for a little while and even Rand seemed to rest from his fever dreams for a while.
When Mat began to stir, too uncomfortable where he lay to truly sleep deeply, he felt a hot tongue against his throat and even hotter hands on his cheeks. He felt funny…something wasn’t right. Opening his eyes he realized just what was off. His hands were tied-some how-to the wood behind them…he couldn’t move them and he couldn’t move his legs.
“Got you….just where I want….” Rand panted, his cheeks were flushed and not all of it was from the fever. Mat knew that look, he had walked in an older sister back in the Two Rivers. She had been with Perrin (Who had just the look of a caged wolf ) and his sister had been running her eyes over him as if he were a piece of meat, just as Rand was in the midst of doing. The light in those eyes alone was enough to scare him.
When Rand began to rub against him, he couldn’t fight back, even if he wanted to. His mind began to throw gears over the burning fire Rand’s body sparked to life in his groin. Before now only his father’s hidden collection of erotic drawings had made him feel this way. “W-what are you doing?” He gasped out, the urge to run finally filtering through his addled mind to his limbs. Grunting, he started to struggle only rubbing their bodies together more vigorously.
“Want you to touch me…” Rand moaned out even though his lips were trying to violate Mat’s and most of his words were an unintelligible tangle.
“Rand, blood an’ ashes! You’ve bound me tighter than a feast day bow!” He growled low in his throat, still trying everything in his power to get his hands free at least. “LIGHT!” Mat gasped out when he felt the hot tongue that had been licking his throat run against his lips. It was hot in the barn, hotter than fire, he felt as if he were melting into the floor.
Rand’s hands were everywhere at once, tugging and pulling…nearly ripping at Mat’s clothing. Due to the bindings Rand couldn’t slip the cloth of Mat’s shirt fully from his friend’s body but he didn’t seem to care. It was enough that Mat’s chest was bare, Rand seemed fascinated by something there. “I always thought they would be darker…” He ran his hands over the other’s chest. “Gorgeous.”
When Mat could manage it, “WHAT’S gorgeous?” he panted, the look in those fevered eyes stopping his struggles in their tracks.
“Your nipples…they’re rosy pink and gorgeous…” Rand nearly collapsed shifting over the other to slowly lick at them. “Mordeth was right…should have…had…you sooner…should have raped you…Whinespring Inn on Winter Eve…” The fever talking again, but Mat had stopped listening.
“Rand…more,” Mat moaned. Rand’s rough tongue danced an unfamiliar path around Mat’s nipples, making them stand at attention.
“Hmm…so hot…” Rand yanked his own shirt off, tossing the sodden garment aside carelessly. Very little hair sprinkled Rand’s chest and what was there was very fine and light in color. Mat found himself wondering what it would feel against his cheek. “You want to see it…don’t you Matrim.” Rand chuckled as if his words made since. They did as soon as Mat’s eyes landed on the facets of his friend’s tight breaches….where Rand‘s trembling hands now worked. Gulping Mat tried to look away but a hot dry hand on his cheek forced his attention back. Rand had slid his pants half way down his thighs by then. He was pale under his pants, muscles standing out in sharp contrast behind his sweaty skin. Mat’s eyes drunk it in as if addicted to the view.
“Light,” Mat breathed, not even aware that he had taken to licking his lips. Rand was no ordinary man, or rather, he could very easily match Lan’s stallion in girth. His mouth became quite dry and he gulped back the fear that had started to bubble up in him, what was Rand going to DO with that thing?
Rand laughed out right, “That big?” His mirth only ending when a coughing fit gripped him and he toppled forward against Mat. Unable to use his hands, Mat could only watch his friend crumple like a man who had ran too many miles too fast. Feeling Rand’s ragged breaths against his chest, Mat bit his lip. “Rand, untie me. You’re sick…you need help back under the covers.”
“What…I need….is THIS…in me,” Rand rasped, managing to get himself back up on his hands and knees. Mat very nearly screamed when Rand’s hand began to fondle him through the rough cloth of his britches. “Want to see it Mat…Light I’ve wanted to lick it for so long.”
“You’re…you’re out-of-your-mind sick! S-Stop! Y…You’ don’t know what you’re talking about! We’re frields…we’re….I’ve never…” Mat couldn’t get the words out of his mouth and in small part, it was Rand’s fault as those hands worked his pants off, sliding them down past his knees and no further.
“Stupid…bindings…” Rand spat, looking over his shoulder towards Mat’s ankles.
Without a touch from Rand’s trembling fingers, Mat suddenly found that he could move his legs once more. His first instinct was to kick Rand away…but if he did and he hurt his friend, his hands were still bound and he would be unable to aid him. “Rand…untie my hands.”
“Nuh uhh,” Rand grunted, his feverish eyes back on Mat‘s bare body. “I wish to see you properly…” Without further warning, Mat suddenly found himself completely naked bellow his fevered friend, pants having joined Rand‘s forgotten shirt. Where had Rand even found the energy to move so much? What dark power had possessed him; Mat began to cry softly, tears escaping his eyes to fall down his cheeks. He was both frightened and excited to see what was to come next, but mostly he felt as if he were taking advantage of his friend, and that was what brought the tears now.
“Please, Rand! You’re sick! If you want this, lets do it when you’re better!”
“Matrim…how could you hide something so big in your pants all this time my friend?” Rand chuckled, wringing a choked sob from Mat when he touched an erection to rival his own.
Shifting, trying to get away from his friend’s touch, Mat could only moan and gasp for air. Rand was not giving up, and Mat was quickly finding that he didn’t CARE if Rand continued, his touch felt better than his own ever had. When feverish lips found his, Mat didn’t dare turn away from the passionate, if a bit sloppy, kiss.
Rand groaned into his mouth and Mat responded by slipping his tongue past his friend’s lips and teeth. Despite the fever, Rand seemed to know exactly what he was doing—his hand had tightened around the shaft it held, moving faster.
“No…please,” He panted as their kiss broke, and Rand’s hand threatened to leave his length. “Don’t stop!” He sobbed in between gasps for fresh air. He could feel the end coming already, sweat beading on his forehead. It was too fast, he wanted this to go on forever, and maybe it was because he too secretly had felt a certain attraction towards Rand over the years. “Light…Rand.”
“Mat, you’re so beautiful,” The hoarse whisper was nothing in Mat’s ears as the roar of his own heartbeat drowned out his friend’s words.
“AHH!” Mat arched up off the straw mess strewn over the floor. It had been meant as a makeshift bed but now it served as a tarp and caught most of the thick liquid that spilled from him in the heat of his passion. What didn’t make it to the floor ended up on Rand’s hand, and if Mat wasn’t busy drifting in bliss like a light blinded fool, he would have been ashamed of what he had just done.
“Mat…”
Dark eyes snapped open, feeling the weight and the sharp heat of Rand’s limp body against his chest. His hands were free and he was fully clothed. His mind felt as if it were completely empty now, his eyes felt heavy as if they had been dipped in lead. What had happened…why was he clothed? He felt an uncomfortable wetness down below and not all of it was from sweat. He must have dozed off…and had a dream.
“…water…” Rand groaned, pawing weakly at Mat’s chest. Had he been trying to wake him up? More than likely so, and it only served to worsen the guilt Mat felt over what had just happened. His friend, in a fevered state, had said something he hadn’t meant…had done something he hadn’t meant. What had Matrim Cauthon done in response, he fell asleep and dreamed the Light only KNOWS what about his friend. All the while his friend suffered and he continued to dream unawares.
“Shhh, it’s okay…” He grabbed one of the cups he had brought with him to the barn and filled it, holding it up to Rand’s parched lips. Well it didn’t matter what he dreamed now, it was over and done with but he was going to make it up to his friend. Despite these thoughts, the guilt still burned hot in the pit of his stomach and brought tears to his eyes.
“You have to tell me,” Rand began to murmur, his voice almost too weak to be heard. “Who am I? Tell me, please. Who am I? Who am I?” he was shouting now, making Mat shed a few hot tears. Still so sick, when was he going to recover? It was all his fault. Everything was his own bloody fault!
“Easy Rand.” He gulped back the other tears that wanted to fall. Brushing a hand over his friend’s forehead he moved from behind him, laying him down. Knelt next to him, he offered him the cup of water again. “Just rest easy. You’re Rand al’Thor, that’s who you are, with the ugliest face and the thickest head in the Two Rivers. Hey, you’re sweating! The fever’s broken.” Relief washed over him and he couldn’t hold the tears back any more. Thank the light. When Rand muttered something else, he was so happy he just nodded. He would have agreed to kiss the Dark One himself right then if it meant the end of this night.
Rand had drifted asleep there in the hay, and Mat leaned back against the wall, covering his face with his hands as he began to sob like a helpless baby. Rand…I love you, Light help me, I love you.
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