There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Radia said they should get some sleep, but Bassena kept his eyes open for the remainder of the night.

Not because of the incessant darkness of his dreamscape--that place had been changing recently, often being filled with blue sky and the sound of crashing waves. He no longer had an aversion to sleep nowadays, ever since Zein came into his life. So he didn’t mind the sleep, not really.

But that was why; he wanted to make sure that the very person who brought him his nice dream could sleep more soundly. He kept on watching that sleeping face, so pretty and delicate. Unfortunately, it was also far from peaceful.

There was a scowl that didn’t seem to want to go away. The steadily moving chest told him Zein was asleep, but there would be groans every now and then, as if the guide was in a constant nightmare. It persisted throughout the night, that Bassena couldn’t bring himself to sleep so he could soothe the guide.

He didn’t mind though. It was only a small skirmish for him earlier, didn’t even make him break a sweat. He wasn’t tired, and he was able to vent his anger. So he rather used his night to keep watch over his lover.

Again, Zein groaned, and Bassena stroked the black hair tenderly, pulling the guide closer to him. Zein squirmed and stuttered a breath, clutching into Bassena’s shirt tightly, as if looking for a lifeline. If he could, Bassena would have inserted himself into that nightmare, so Zein wouldn’t be alone. But alas, he could only wish that his touch and his presence were of help somehow.

Enveloping the guide in his arms, Bassena whispered soothing words, pressing his lips against the dark locks, patting the back of the agonized man. All through the night, until the first light of the sun slipped through the crack between the curtains.

Even while he was plagued with nightmares, Zein stayed to his biological clock. The blue eyes blinked open just a few moments after the first light, to an expanse of warm, clothed chest. Zein blinked twice, slowly, and brought himself closer, sinking his face there.

Bassena chuckled softly, pulling the older man into a tight embrace. "You’ll suffocate me," Zein sighed into the inviting chest, but made no attempt to push away or get out of the tight hold. In fact, he clutched the esper harder.

"You should sleep some more," Bassena whispered.

"I don’t think I can," Zen sighed, finally tapping on the esper’s back to let him go. He pulled himself up and leaned against the backrest once the embrace loosened.