Silent Dreams     *THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE* *By GILDA LILY* 

 This story is a sequel to "CONFRONTATION", which is an alternate ending
(*not* a sequel) to "SECRET LOVES". Now that I have you all confused...!
:) Anyway, "SECRET LOVES" is on the DS Archive, and I hope to see
"CONFRONTATION" posted there soon, so you can check them out if you like. 

 These characters are not mine (sigh) and Alliance is choosing to use only
*some* of them (Oh, Ray!), but no copyright infringement is intended,
though a few otters tossed up North might be satisfying. 

  Rated R for m/m, sweaty sex. The best kind! :) 

 (c) April 22, 1997 

  *I*	*SILENT DREAMS*  Silence. 

 In an Italian household, unheard of. 

 In an Italian man, unthinkable. 

 Ray sighed mightily, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom while
listening to the sounds of the neighborhood he'd grown up in. There was
the occasional car driving by and the chatter of Italian women as they
went to the grocery store. Children's shouts and laughter would come
later, after they were out of school. A dog barked in the distance, and
Ray thought of Dief, which naturally made him think of Benny, which
naturally made him think of... 

 *Get a grip, Vecchio!* 

 Okay, he and Benny had embarked on a physical relationship, shining with
True Love, and he had never been happier. 

 If only he could talk! 

 But *no*, that wiseass doctor had said he'd been talking *too* much after
his throat had nearly been cut and he had to rest his larynx. That meant
*no talking at all*! When he'd heard his sentence, Ray had been
speechless, appropriately enough. 

 He looked at the Magic Slate on his nightstand. Borrowed from his nephew,
it had saved paper as he'd had to scribble out everything he wanted to
say. He merely had to lift the shiny page and the message vanished, and it
was a literal clean slate for him to write the next one. He'd had ne as a
kid, but it had been thrown out long ago. Or so deeply buried in the
attic, he'd be a year looking. Besides, his mother would never allow him
to go up and breathe in all that dust while his throat needed recovery. 

 Benny had not been turned a hair by the doctor's orders. Despite his
ability to do quite a bit of talking himself, he could be quiet when he
wanted to be. He was perfectly content to sit in this room amidst a swarm
of Vecchios, and watch amusedly as Ray tried to communicate via his
nephew's slate. 

 Ray was growing increasingly frustrated. Oh, the no talking was bad
enough, but he and Benny had rarely had a chance to...well, *do* it very
often. His mother was adamant in that she wanted him to stay home and not
go traipsing off to Benny's, but he was going to have to put his Armani
loafer down soon and do just that. Or die of a permanent hard-on. 

 He groaned and rolled over under the covers. He was supposed to be taking
a nap but his body had other ideas. All right, then, time to not only go
back to the days of Magic Slates, but of puberty as well. He pushed down
his pajama bottoms and took hold of his erection. 

 If felt good, to touch himself this way. Due to his Catholic upbringing,
such activity had always engendered feelings of guilt before. Now he was
past all that...or at least he *hoped* he was! 

 He closed his eyes and an image immediately came to mind: Benny, all
naked and flushed, spread out in his bed. Immediately he felt a jolt and
stroked harder, his heartbeat increasing. Tiny moans escaped his lips as
he imagined himself starting to touch that bare, sweaty chest and Benny
moaned, moving his legs. Ray brushed his lips over those delectable
nipples, then began sliding his tongue down toward his beloved's navel. A
sound made him look up, and the brilliant blue of Benny's eyes did it. 

 Gasping, Ray came into his hand, and he lay for several minutes while
holding himself. Groggily, he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and
cleaned himself, smiling a little sheepishly. He hadn't come *that* fast
since his adolescence! Benny was a powerful aphrodisiac, that was for
sure. 

 He let himself drift into sleep, dreaming of Benny.  *II*   *SILENT
BUTTERFLY*   

 "Wha...!" 

 "Shh," the velvety voice whispered in his ear. "You aren't supposed to
talk." 

 Shock made Ray ignore that admonition. "Benny!" 

 "Shh," Benny repeated, settling himself behind Ray under the sheets. Ray
was shocked to realize that he was naked, and his Benny was, too. He tried
to twist around to see him, but Benny had him in a firm grip, his arms 

 encircling his chest and his cock pushing against his ass. Ray flushed at
the touch, his own cock stirring to life. 

 "I'll do all the talking for both of us, and won't say a word," Benny
promised, his hands beginning to roam over Ray's shoulders and chest,
playing with his nipples, then sliding down to his hips. 

 Ray shivered and wondered if he was still dreaming. A warm pair of lips
kissed his shoulder, and then strong hands began massaging his buttocks.
Little moans escaped him as he let himself be caught up in the sensation
of being touched by Benny so intimately. The Mountie's hands slid over his
thighs, teasing the skin inside, and then got to his main goal: the
glorious cock. 

 Ray gasped again as Benny's fingers began exploring, his sure touch
sending jolts of electricity through Ray. 

 *If this keeps up, I'm gonna die of heart failure. But what a way to go!*


 Benny stroked and caressed, fondling each sac as he slid his index finger
up and down the shaft. He traced a throbbing vein, then lightly touched
the scrotum, Ray groaning and shifting his legs throughout the
exploration. His heart was racing and his limbs were weak. 

 *Good thing I'm lyin' down already!* 

 He could feel his climax building as the only sounds he made were tiny
moans and gasps. By now he would have been spouting love talk in both
English and Italian. He grasped Benny's hip instead and held on for the
ride. 

 Benny began to pump, lavishing butterfly kisses on Ray's neck. He darted
his tongue out to taste the skin and that did it. Ray came all over his
hand, stars shining before his eyes. He took hold of Benny's free hand and
brushed his lips across it. 

 Benny sighed, resting his head on Ray's shoulder. 

  *III*   *SILENT FIRE* 

 They lay that way for several minutes, drinking in the quiet of the room
and listening to the neighborhood sounds. 

 Benny began to rub his cheek against Ray's hair and pulled back. "Your
hair," he said wonderingly. His hand went over Ray's head. "You've shaved
it off." 

 Ray opened his mouth to speak but remembered, and put his hand back for
the slate. Benny put it in his hand and he scribbled out a message. The
Mountie took the slate and read it. He smiled and kissed Ray's peach fuzz.


 "Well, Ray, you'd better take along your slate when you go to the
barbershop next time. Smooth the path of communication." He chuckled and
Ray tossed the slate onto the nightstand, turning around and lavishing
kisses on the beautiful face. 

 The kisses grew more urgent, Ray's green eyes growing wider and more
intense. Benny swallowed, feeling a fluttery feeling in the pit of his
stomach, his legs shifting nervously. Ray was Power looming over him, his
strength and passion suddenly overwhelming. Benny found himself submitting
to that power helplessly. 

 Ray took hold of his shoulders and brought him forward for another kiss.
He pushed his tongue in demandingly, determined to assert his mastery.
Benny had no choice but to allow that mastery. He was totally in Ray's
power, his heart pounding as he tried to comprehend what was happening to
him, but it was impossible. Not in his wildest dreams could he have come
up with something like this. He was Ray's, without question, and Ray was
his. 

 Ray's hands were busy roaming his body, and he luxuriated in the feel of
them touching him. Fire left a trail on his skin as Ray passed. Oh, he was
truly blessed. *No one* or *anything* had *ever* made him feel like this! 

 Ray's silence was exciting him. In lieu of words, the Italian let his
hands do the talking. In Benny's dazed state, he found that eminently
satisfactory. 

 He moaned as Ray's hot mouth engulfed a nipple, sending the pleasure out
in little spokes throughout his body. His nipple was the center of his
being, and he shook with the enormity of it all. Ray's hands were stroking
his hips and thighs, forcing his legs apart, pushing his own leg between
them. He slid his fingers down to tease his helpless lover's anus, and
Benny's body jerked. He gasped and opened pleading blue eyes. Ray merely
smiled and pushed the fingers in, massaging and stroking until Benny was
reduced to sobbing. He opened his mouth to beg but Ray's hand covered his
lips. No speaking here tonight. He would do what he pleased, and Benny
would take it. 

 Benny was roughly pushed over onto his stomach and shuddered as something
cool and slick was coated in him, preparing the passage of fire. Ray
nipped his shoulder lightly, then yanked his legs apart and slid in. Benny
groaned and clutched the sheets, his head whirling as Ray stilled, letting
the fullness stretch his lover and burn his brand within him. Then Ray
began to thrust and tears streamed down Benny's face, excruciating
pleasure inundating his senses. His erection rubbed painfully against the 

 sheets as his body moved, writhing beneath Ray's power. Dizziness
assailed him as he felt himself orgasm, Ray pouring molten fire into him
endlessly. He cried out as he cascaded and felt the cascade within him. 

 For several minutes he lay like a rag doll, panting and trying to get his
heartbeat back under control. Ray was still inside him, his arms wrapped
around him and his breath tickling his ear. 

 He had never dreamed in his lonely dreams that it could be like this.
When he had pined for Ray, never believing that his American could ever
want such a relationship with him, he had let his imagination run wild at
times, but it had never felt like this. He smiled and rubbed his cheek
against the pillow. Ray rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. 

 They slept, joined in love. 

  THE END (For Now)  

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