Title: A dream isn't a dream if it's a nightmare
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Alt Universe; Second part to A dream is just a dream
Notes/Warnings: A short drabble. For Catherine, I asked for another angsty prompt and she delivered. A dream can be nothing but a dream, but a nightmare is something worse.

Shivering under the layers of clothing he wore, he unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, freezing in his steps at the sight of Shirou sitting on the couch. Looking back from the door to the couch, wondering how the male got in. He would have thought about it more, but the violent storm behind him forced him to not worry about it. Closing the door behind him and toeing off his shoes, he caught as Shirou looking at him. A grin crossed his face, though it didn't seem to be matched by Shirou's expression.

The few steps from the doorway, hanging up his many jackets, making his way to the couch before dropping down, taking a seat next to the heavyweight. Pulling the blanket off from the back of the couch, intending on wrapping it around him and Shirou. A look over to his side at the quiet male, watching teeth worrying his bottom lip. He had the apartment to himself, Kunimasa was off spending time with Norio, leaving him to enjoy the quietness with his lover. Reaching over, attempting to brush his fingers against Shirou's jaw only to have the male push himself up off the couch and away from here.

Finding himself following Shirou, something was wrong, stopping the male with a touch to his shoulder. "Shirou? What's wrong?" The narrowing of gray eyes and the jerk of a shoulder, seeing the canine pull himself out of his grasp and the step back. The pain in the male's gray eyes, seeing them flash and slitting, the sigh and the pained smile.

"You don't realize it, Yonekuni, but you reek of perfume, of female pheromones and-and the kiss mark on your neck."

Feeling his eyes widen, he rubbed his hand along his neck before sniffing at the palm of his hand, catching the sharp smell of perfume that was popular with the girls that he knew. Giving Shirou a look, he quickly to the bathroom, glancing at the mirror and cursing at the sight of the dark mark on the side of his neck. He hadn't thought that the girl he fucked would leave a mark that Shirou would see. Shirou.

Out of the bathroom, looking around the living room for the male before hearing the sounds from his bedroom. With the door open, he caught sight of Shirou pulled out a small duffel bag and grabbing the clothes that he left there the last time.

"Shirou?"

The glance at him and then away. The push away from him and down the call, back to the living room. Following, grabbing the duffel bag. "What're you doing?"

"Yonekuni, has it ever occurred to you that I wouldn't hear about what you do? That I wouldn't know the people you sleep with while seeing me? I'm through with the lies that you've been telling me." The laugh that trailed off into a sob and for the first time, he saw the sheen of tears in Shirou's
eyes, watching them slip down the male's pale cheeks. "Lies. And, I'm tired of it. I love you but, I can only take so much. It's over, I'll find someone who loves and wants me. Someone who doesn't cheat on me. There's no more use in lying, Yonekuni. And now, I've got to tell you the truth, I don't care what you do anymore." The bag that he was holding was taken from his limp hands as Shirou turned way, slipping his shoes back on and walked out the door.

"No… Shirou!" He called out, following Shirou but no matter how much he ran, he couldn't catch up to the male. And when he did manage to catch up, he saw the male giving a shadowed figure a smile. One that he used to receive.

Snapping his eyes open, chest heaving as he struggled to remember what happened and where he was. The form next to him moved, pushing himself to sit up and glancing over to his side, as if to make sure that Shirou was sleeping next to him. Catching the faint tear tracks that decorated down Shirou's cheeks, he leaned in and sniffed, catching a whiff of salt that lingered in the air, almost overwhelming Shirou's scent.

Hear still racing, he laid back down and scooted closer to Shirou's back, curling himself around the male's back and wrapped his arms around the wolf. "I don't want to let you go. I know you're asleep, but I want you to know that I'm never letting you go." He murmured into the back of Shirou's neck, snuffing the hair away from the nape of his lover's neck, mouthing at the skin.

He didn't see sleepy eyes slowly open nor the small curl of lips as Shirou let himself be enveloped in the Yonekuni's arms.