The gunman blinked, looking around in the suddenly unfamiliar landscape. Just a few minutes ago, he'd been sitting at the warm, comfortable campfire with Clive, Gallows and Virginia. Now he was somewhere dark... so dark that he couldn't see his own hands. He blinked again, slowly this time. Closing his eyes didn't make any difference; the same darkness was everywhere

"Hello!? Anyone here?" Jet called. Nothing. He sighed, trying to look around some more.

He sat down, not really knowing if he was sitting - and if he was, he had no idea what he was sitting on. The place seemed completely unreal.

He blinked again as some light appeared, circling around him. The landscape changed, but not back to the camp. It was a sun-scorched landscape with a few dead-looking bushes, rough sand and small stones. The sun was high up on the sky, warming the surface so that he was suddenly feeling hot.

"What..."

Jet sighed again and removed his coat, wiping off sweat from his forehead with his scarf. He glanced at the sun, and knew that if he wouldn't find some shade soon, the sun would get him.

He glanced around, noticing a shadow of mountains somewhere to his side. He started walking to that direction, hoping also to find some water from there.

He walked forward, losing the sense of time. He had to continue. His mind was occupied by trying to figure out how he had ended up in an unfamiliar desert like this.

Maybe this is some weird dream, he thought. But then, why am I so hot? Why is this so real...

The young man stopped, realizing that the mountains were closer now. The terrain had turned a bit greener, with small plants that clung to their lives in the middle of the dry ground. Jet smiled a bit and walked forward, finally reaching some rocks that provided scarce shade from the burning sunlight.

He fell sitting under those rocks, feeling exhausted. He needed some rest, but knew that he could only allow himself to close his eyes for a while. Otherwise, the vultures would find a nice dinner after a few days.

Only a moment later, something made Jet open his eyes. Someone was walking at the rocks, looking just as exhausted as he was. For some reason that the gunman couldn't figure out, the shadows were a bit longer now, giving him better shelter from the sun.

The newcomer was a young boy with blue hair. He blinked, looking at Jet who got up.

"Hi there," he greeted the boy. "Are you lost?"

"...I..." The blue-haired boy stared at him. "...you could say that. I... was..."

Jet smiled, offering his hand and helping the younger boy to the shadows. "You look tired. Better rest for a while... The sun's going to kill you if you continue. I'm Jet, by the way."

"Yeah... Er... I'm Rudy." The boy smiled a bit. "This is funny, though... I was sleeping in the inn, and then I suddenly found myself standing there in the desert..."

Jet raised an eyebrow. "Huh? That happened to me too... I was at camp with my companions, and I think I dozed off... Then I was somewhere out there."

Rudy shook his head. "Weird... Well. I need some rest, though, so... Want some water? I have some..." The blue-haired boy removed a bottle he had hanging on his belt and offered it to Jet.

The white-haired boy smiled, gratefully. "Thanks. I could use some..."

He touched the other boy's hand when taking the bottle, then stopped. Strange feelings rushed through his body. He took the bottle quickly, concentrating on drinking something, but the feeling haunted him.

What the hell? I only touched him for a second, but...

Jet glanced at the blue-haired boy and carefully placed the bottle down on the dead grass. He didn't feel comfortable touching the other boy again. The feeling that touch had given him... He wasn't stupid and could very well recognize it.

Yeah, and one part of me down there seems to know damn well what this feeling is...

He had had his coat behind his back, but he felt that it was better if he moved it to his lap. After all, what would the other boy think if he'd notice that his new friend was quite hard.

Rudy stared at the gunman curiously. The other looked a bit older than him and had almost white hair. There was something familiar, however, he just couldn't figure out what it was. At the moment, the other boy looked like he was blushing. He couldn't tell for sure because of the heat, but it was still weird.

What was even weirder was the feeling he had. When the older boy had touched him to take the water bottle, it had felt like their feelings had melted together. The feeling was still there, and Rudy had hard time to keep himself from blushing, for he had a small problem, centering between his legs.

He knew the feeling well enough - after all, he slept with Jack occasionally. Actually, he had been laying next to the older swordsman when he had fallen asleep... and then found himself in the weird darkness and then the dry desert. This didn't seem to be a dream, either - he was hot, tired and thirsty.

The feeling was there, too. Extreme feeling of arousal. He wanted something, and couldn't figure out what to do with the white-haired boy sitting next to him.

Rudy sighed, not knowing what to do. He stared at the horizon, leaning against the hard rock behind his back. The sun moved across the sky slowly, giving them more shadows and a refuge from the intolerable heat.

He closed his eyes and, without noticing it, let his himself slide to his side, pressing his head on the other boy's lap.

Jet's eyes widened as the younger boy's sudden action.

Guardians.

He had been busy trying to figure out how to get somewhere safe from here - and how to hide his quite apparent erection from the other boy, but now...

What should I do now? Guardians, I need... him... But how to...

To his surprise, the younger boy nuzzled a bit, then turned to his back and looked up to his face, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Er... Sorry... I... didn't notice that you're..."

Jet blushed bright red. "I... I'm sorry... Maybe it's the heat, or..."

Rudy surprised himself as he suddenly found himself getting up a little, wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck and kissing him.

The older boy froze for a second, then answered by letting his hands sneak between them and start to remove the blue-haired boy's vest. The kiss made his blood boil, and he knew there was only one way to make it stop.

The young swordsman broke the kiss, proceeding to remove Jet's scarves. The older boy's hands continued with Rudy's clothes, soon getting rid of the dirty shirt and moving to the belt.

After getting the belt off, Jet stopped for moment. "Rudy... do you know what we're doing here? Do you...?"

The other boy looked at him, hands working to get Jet's belt off. "I... I have a lover. Kinda, anyway. A man, too. Please, Jet... I... For some reason, I..."

Jet nodded, unable to answer anything that wouldn't sound incoherent. He spread his coat on the ground, and did the same to the younger boy's vest so they wouldn't have to lay on the bare ground. Rudy smiled, trying to get his jeans off.

"...Let me..." Jet mumbled, getting his shoes off and discarding them somewhere nearby. He pushed the blue-haired boy down on the garments, moving quickly to remove the boy's boots, then clumsily pulled off Rudy's jeans.

Rudy closed his eyes, sighing contently when he felt the cool air on his heated skin. The mid-section of his body was on fire; he couldn't figure out why, but he wanted - no, needed - the white-haired boy to take the burning away.

The gunman wasted a moment to wrap the younger boy's pants into a messy bundle, placing it under Rudy's head. He stopped to kiss the other shortly, then mumbled a silent curse when trying to get out of his own clothes as fast as he could. He just couldn't seem to get rid of his pants quickly enough, and his erection was almost painful now.

The younger boy squirmed a bit, trying to get his underwear off. When it refused to come off easily, Rudy just ripped the fabric, throwing the torn garment away and leaning to draw the white-haired boy on top of him.

"...Please... I need..."

Jet blushed again. "I... need it too, but... we... can't do it without... preparing..."

Rudy nodded, feeling a bit flushed too. "I... don't care, but..."

The gunman moved away from a moment, furiously checking through his equipment. Finally he found a small bottle of oil - it was for his guns, and since it was mineral-based, it wasn't the best lubricant. However, they had nothing else, and he figured it wouldn't harm the other boy too much if it was used for only this once. His hands shook when he fought to get the bottle open, and he spilled some of the contents to the ground, but at least got some of it on his hands.

Jet swallowed, trying to control himself for a little longer. He spread some of the oil on his own hard length, then knelt between the other boys legs. His fingers went for the small entrance between the blue-haired boy's buttocks, and he carefully pressed one finger inside.

"Aaahn...!"

Rudy arched off the ground, quiet moans escaping his lips. His fingers dug into the dry grass, and he wrapped his legs around the older boy, pulling him closer.

The white-haired boy knew already what to do. Cautiously, he added another finger, pressing them deep into the young swordsman. He lay down, lowering his face to the younger boy's crotch and taking the other boy's member into his mouth, starting to suck.

Rudy blinked, pressing himself up against the warmness while also trying to press against the pleasing fingers. He wanted to say something, but his voice turned into soft mews. The other boy added a third finger, pressing deep into him and brushing over a certain weak spot. Rudy writhed helplessly, panting.

"Plea...se... Aah... nnnh... Jet... mmmmh..."

The gunman looked at the other's face, then moved upwards, removing his fingers and replacing them with his burning length. The tight tract welcomed him, and Rudy wrapped his arms around his neck, drawing him closer for a passionate kiss.

The blue-haired boy tried to push himself against the smooth but rapid thrusts, letting the other's tongue explore his mouth. The feeling of being filled this way finally took away the heat, letting him relax a bit. He moaned under the kisses, losing himself in the bliss.

Jet continued thrusting, also feeling how the burning let go off him, leaving him into an ecstasy that he hadn't ever imagined to exist. He kissed the younger boy, letting his hands wander on the other's body. Rudy's hands rested on his shoulders, gripping so hard that it hurt, but the pain only encouraged him.

They came simultaneously, the orgasm hitting so hard that they both lost consciousness.

Rudy opened his eyes, finding himself in Jack's arms. He shook his head, confused. All he knew was that he was tired, and had just dirtied the sheets for the second time tonight.

The gunman woke up slowly, sitting up. He stared at the darkness that surrounded the camp, then glanced at the fading campfire.

"...What...?"

Clive, who was keeping watch, raised his head. "Jet? Something wrong?"

Jet lay back down, staring at the night sky. He blinked, realizing that his clothes needed washing.

"I'm fine," he lied, closing his eyes. "Some dream..."

But... Guardians... what a dream... Doing that with...

He smiled to himself, deciding to sneak to clean himself after a bit when Clive had forgotten that he existed.

Author's notes:

I blame this entirely on Anastasia Demi. You and your evil but sexy ideas.

Okay, so they're both OOC, and since I had not played WA3 when writing this, I had no idea what Jet was like... but... well... It's a PWP! And that was a dream kinda thingy, so doesn't matter.

- Lady Harken (May, 2002)