Sometimes, we get nightmares of people or things that happened in the past. And this story relates to things in nightmares.

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Tom Hunter, youngest detective of his batch, strolled around in his dream. He was told about meeting someone. Soon the darkness transformed to the day that his family heading out of the restaurant they ate. He held his cousin's hand as his cousin was blind.

A masked man that seemed to be closely wearing a gas masked to his family. Brought his gun out, shooting his family and his family shielding him. His cousin didn't do the same and was shot. They ran away, leaving him in tears as he is the only survivor.

He soon awoken on the rooftop of a building. He turned around to see the masked man. He pointed his gun at him. "Why did you kill them?!" He didn't answer, "They did nothing but you took their lives away! And why leave me alive!?" He got his knives, only to be thrown away. He only said, "Shoot me. If that how you want the pain to go away."

Tom shook his head, "I want a reason why you killed my family. You didn't even care about my blind cousin who walked away but to be shot dead." He didn't say anything. Tom slowly pulled the trigger but something stopped him.

The masked man didn't have any guns. Only knives but did he care? He finally caught the person killed his family that he loved. And with that...

The masked man was no longer

Officers went next to the detective who stood in of the masked man's dead body. He learned about his death. They were in a dream, why he was shot and falling, he killed himself. A wish from the detective.

The masked man was taken to the morgue. The detective entered in to see the masked man. A person created by only called the "Factory". "So what can you get from him?" The doctor there answered, "The truth is, he cried, silently as he was shot." Tom was dumbfounded. Why would a serial killer cry about his death.

"Anything about his identity?" The doctor answered, "He was called Drake that time. But seems to be a sibling or sorts with you." Tom only was confused. Why would he share his DNA with a killer or even, why would be related with his killer.

Then it hit him, a friend of his. Close friend. Disappeared under mysterious circumstances. He was called Drake and he was devastated. He became a detective because of him besides of his family death. Some people think that they both had crush on each other those years ago.

Tom fell asleep only to be taken to a memory about the last time he met Drake. It was after school, meeting up in the park. "So Tommy boy, what do you want to tell me?" Tom watched his younger self fumbling around. "Well you heard about the rumors, right?" Drake rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah? And I can beat those losers up, if you want to." He cracked his knuckles, it made him blush and holding both of his arms.

"What if the rumors are true?" Drake blushed from his question, "What do you mean?" Tom stuttered, "I- liked you.." "What was that?" "I LIKED YOU!" Tom blushed and Drake face started to turn red. "I understand that you don't and I'm just gonna-" Before he walked away, Drake grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Tom was turned around by his force and was held on his hips. Tom gripped on his shirt, "W-what are you-" Drake kissed him and Tom kissed back. It soon became rough as Drake pulled Tom on the bench. They soon parted, leaving a thick line of saliva. "D-do you want to continue at my house?" Drake wiped his mouth, "Wish too but I need other stuff to do at home, maybe when we are free?"

Tom smiled, "Yea sure...." Drake helped him up and Tom giving him a goodbye kiss before parting. And it soon faded to a figure. He wore a similar mask but is covered with red like lines. The glass around one of the eyes are chattered and he can see the red cornea surround with a black color. Tom walked to the figure as the figure walked towards him.

He touched the figures clothing and soon the mask. Feeling it, hinting to the figure to remove it. The figure soon learned about the hint and removed it, revealing to be Drake, but covered with dark spots. "Drake...." Tom quietly saying his name. Drake rested his hand on the back Tom's head and kissed him roughly. He felt it was real and soon woke up. Drake kissing him, on top of him. Drake soon pulled him to his lap, licking his neck.

Tom humming from his actions, "Please go slow~ This is my first time~" Tom moaned as Drake made love bites on his neck. Drake gave a gentle growl, answering Tom's request.

Every night, Drake enters back home, arriving to Tom sleeping or waiting for him to come to bed. Tom around the day retired from his work, now lounging at his home when his lover earns enough for them to keep his humble home. Well they not just did "it" once, they have done it couple of times soon after.

Tom likes waking up by surprise by Drake. Well he doesn't mind Drake doing it too rough, he knows that he is stressed out from work and he loves it. But hey, he kept Drake's existence a secret since the file says that he is already dead. And some wannabe wants him to live long.