Navi of My Dreams

A Mega Man Battle Network Yaoi/Shotacon Slash

The Navi of My Dreams

Disclaimer: MegaMan and all things related belong to Capcom.


The suit peeled away like lycra beneath his dragging fingernails, deep blue giving way to jagged streaks of pink. Mega Man moaned and his arms encircled Lan about the waist. His arms were cool against the boy's naked skin, and Lan strained to press his body tightly to Mega's, his nails biting into the Navi's skin.

"Ah! Lan..."

The words came, fell away, and only the soft vibrations and low heat of the breath lingered-but there was no contemplation of what was said. Only a wild passion, straining at it's reins. Soft gasps and whimpers, the growing heat of Lan's slick boyhood rubbing against Mega Man's smooth leg, the soft ripping of the suit, the sounds of a dream coming true.

Lan's eyes open, they wander down the form before him. He see's Mega ravaged, lids at half mast over emeralds, ps, pale lips parted, the tip of a glistening tongue, a nipple, naked and flushed pink, opposite another, hard beneath the remnants of the suit. Maddening visions of all parts hidden drive the boy to frantic pulling, tearing, peeling. A feverish moan, gloved hands squeezing his firm, naked bottom, were his only response.

The last piece of sweat soaked material tumbles through the air, forgotten. Naked bodies press together, sweat slicked limbs entertwine, blushing members of equal length press together, and small pearls of precum bud at the tips-preludes to ecstacy. Lan's hands grasp the helmet still atop the Navi's head, and while his arms are raised, hands spider up and down his sides, around his back, and he falters, whimpers, and for a moment forgets his goal. For a moment, his eyes fall closed, and he exist only in those tingling points of sensation where Mega's fingers touch his skin. The helmet lifts, and falls from his hands. Strands of chestnut, heavy with sweat, fall across Mega's forehead, shading his eyes. Lan moves them away, and stares into those fathomless orbs, resting his hands on Megas shoulders, and his weight against Mega's body.

Perhaps in the moment of a dream's realization, the dreamer becomes helpless in the face of their dream. So it is that Lan succumbs completely to Mega's expert ministrations. He bask in the pleasure of every touch, every caress, every whispered instance of his name. He moans with unfettered passion when digits circle his erect nipples, pinch and twist them softly. He yeilds totally to the petal soft lips that lock with his, the sensual motions of the tongue that coaxs his mouth open, and slips inside, flicking, sliding, invading.

A hand hold him firmly at the curve above his waist as he leans backwards and cries out. Fingers have traveled their way nimbly down his spine, across the curve of his behind, and wriggled between his smooth, firm cheeks to press insistently at his tight, virgin hole. Toying with him, the finger travels up and down his crack, lingering at the puckered entrance, making the boy quiver and moan at the barest touch.

He can feel the smile of Mega's lips when they meet his again. The playfulness in the kisses that flutter down his cheek, nibble at his neck, suckle at his collar bone, tantillize his nipples, and send him into a frenzy.

"Please..."

A breathless plea. In a single word, he admits everything that he feels, and solidifies the role reversal; the Navi he has always controlled now controls him completely, and with a movement of his hand, Mega Man asserts his moment of dominance.

The finger, slick with sweat, presses slowly into Lan's hole. Slowly, creeping inside of the boy's untouched warmth. Lan shivers and his muscles clench and tighten. His body begs with it's gestures and he gasp, unable to speak. The single digit wriggles inside him, and it hurts much less than it satisfies. Pulling out, the delicious senation. Plunging in, the most acute. Soon there is a rhythm, in time with his heartbeat, in time with the throbbing of his rigid erection. The pain lessens, dissappears, and he wants more, grinds down onto the probing limb in search of it, cries out for it.

The finger slips out of him smoothly, leaving behind and emptiness that begs to be filled. Lan looks up, his eyes searching out those of his love, and finds them, briefly. Two shaded twinkles, emerald stars in the dark, then only the pressure of fingers on his arm, turning him slowly. He obliges them, turning until his back rest against Mega's chest; until Mega's length slides up and down along his crack.

Lan moans with unabashed pleasure as Mega's smooth shaft rubs across his waiting hole. He arches his back, pushing and grinding his bottom into Mega's crotch, making the Navi gasp and shudder.

"Lan..."

Hands on his chest toying gently with his nipples, tracing patterns sensually down and down.

"Ah!"

The pressure of a grip on his painfully erect boyhood. A hand sliding slowly up the length of it, squeezing a trickle of cum from the tip, smearing it with a thumb across the head, along the shaft. Lan can hardly breathe, he can hardly stand. His head drops, and eyes spy the hand massaging his glistening cock, pushing his limits to the very edge. Then a shift, a puff of breath against his neck, a hand gripping his waist, and Mega's sharessressing against his hole.

It was as if the moment extended itself, stretched time to prolong a single instant that, in fact, was over when it began. knewknew this and yet it seemed as though Mega entered him forever that first time; an infinity of himself opening, stretching, spreading, moaning, screaming, wanting, needing, and finally recieving. It was as if a rod of heat invaded him, buried itself deeply inside him with a single thrust. Mega moaned while he cried out, the pain burning, and yet, so delisciously perfect. To feel Mega Man's cock sliding into him, throbbing inside of him, stretching his virgin hole to it's limits, was what he'd always dreamed of. To feel Mega drilling in and out, hand jerking his boyhood, was all he'd ever wanted. Soon enough, the pain and pleasure mingled beyond distinction. Mega pounded into him with wild abandon, riding him hard and fast, in and out, deeper and harder and faster until...!


As usual, Lan came into his undies just as he woke, moaning loudly into his pillow, realizing in one devestating moment that it was only a dream...