Fatal Lovers

Chapter 1

Dream and George were never meant for eachother, anyone could see that. But despite everyone else's comments and snide remarks, they still loved each other, even though, it wasn't always like that.

The two men used to me mortal enimes, hated each others guts. Wanted nothing more than to get rid of the other, by any means possible.

George snuggled closer into Dream's chest, feeling the warmth of the others embrace around him, burying his head into his chest and yawning. Dream's arms snaked further around the waist of the other, pulling the smaller close and kissing his head softly. Both longed for more mornings like this, and when they came, it was a blessing from the lords.

Chocolate eyes met emerald ones, sunrise light reflecting off of both, making them shine in an inhumane way. Both of the men smiled at eachother, Dream's pale skin reflected the sun, making him look like some godly figure in the sunlight. George longed for more days like this, for his body to be pressed against his secret lover, in the arms of his boyfriend.

Nither wanted to leave the bed, but they knew that Dream would have to sneak out before anyone caught them. With a quick glimpse at the alarm clock on George's bedside table, Dream sat up, slid out of the bed and grabbed his hoodie and jeans. He pulled them on and sighed, looking George in the eyes as their lips connected one last time, and then Dream left through the window, falling into the garden below and over the wall. The brunette let out an annoyed sigh and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around his room. The mix of blue and black shades with the light bouncing off of them, the mirror doors on the wardrobes, looking at his messed up hair and pale skin, the dark carpeted floors, the door closed fully and locked giving George a sense of security.

18 months ago

George glared at the beaten man before him, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath, and the blood dripped down his head, then on to his neck. He sighed and tensed his hand into a fist, looking down at the floor and growling lowly, moving his head to look at the guy again. Pure rage coursed through George as he grabbed the mans neck, making the other choke out for breath, trying to remove the hand constricting his throat. He met eyes with the man, the panic and fear he showed radiating off him as if he was a radiator, and the fear was the heat.

"That was the LAST FUCKING STRAW!" He shouted at the choking man, feeling his breath slowing, letting go of the man, making him fall to the floor, coughing, spluttering and gasping for air. Tears fell from the others eyes as he watched George adjust the sleeves of his tailored suit, trying to speak, throat in too much pain to even make any noise for now. The man on the floor was Quackity, someone who George had heard rumours about, and they had been proven true. He went against rules, selling information to other Mafia groups, just for some light entertainment. Luckily, nothing reached their enemies, Dream's Mafia.

They hated eachother, couldn't even bare to look at eachother, and if they did, it ended up in fights, full on, guns blazing, brutal injuries, sometimes even death. If information was leaked to them, George would most likely be dead by now, the crimson stainded hands of his killer belonging to Dream himself. No mercy would be present when he was murdered, no remorse, no sympathy, no regrets.

Quackity finally choked out, "Pl- Please sir. I'm sorry! I- I wont do it a- again!" His breaths were deep and panicked as he pleaded, most likely for his life. George clicked his tongue and grabbed Quackity by the collar. His fist collided with the face of the small man, making him go limp, but still breathing. He nodded to his bodyguards either side of the door and dropped the unconscious man to the floor, "You onow what to do." He calmy spoke, once again adjusting his sleeves and straightening his jacket as the other was dragged out, a thin, faint line following him.

The brunette sighed and sat in the desk chair, resting his head against his palms, elbows resting on the hardwood desk. Thoughts raced though his head, the fact that Quackity had the audacity to pleade for another chance pissed him off, fucking bitch. George's hands ran through his soft hair that had been stlyed into a slick back. George wanted more than anything to just be able to relax, but being the boss of a top wanted mafia wasnt piss easy work. Infact, it was the complete opposite.

He had people coming up to him, asking about the mafia, some of them even asking to join, friends of people in theor organisarion who had found out wanting to be part of it, thinking it was all fun and games, but when they see the actual horror and toughness it takes to be involved with something like this, they try to leave, but then that leaves them as a threat, so they get killed and no evidence is left.

With Dream

The blonde smiled at his friends attempt at loading and cocking a gun. The failed attemps making the raven haired boy more fustrated and annoyed by the second. Dream placed a hand on Sapnap's shoulder and shot his a smile, giving him assurance the he believed in his friends attempts. With a new found confidence, Sapnap successfully loaded, cocked, and shot the gun, smiling like a small child after, before returning to a more serious stance. He nodded to Dream, who nodded back, proud that he managed to finally do it, after many demonstrations and many more failed attempts.

Sapnap smiled again and left the room, probably to shower since he had been training for a while now and was probably sweating. Dream sighed and exited the room through the same door his friend did, turning down what seemed like endless corridors before reaching his room. He reached his hand out to the door handle, about to open it, until some called for him.

"SIR QUICK! SOMETHINGS HAPPENING!" Someone called, a tall, panicked man came running down the hallway. Karl. Dream knew something was wrong, since Karl didn't panic like this much. The dirty blonde went running after the taller, worry heightening, but never shown. As they reached the door, the sounds of sirens became less and less distant, sending Dream's anxiety over the edge. What if a fight broke out? If someone ratted them out?

Endless ideas ran through Dream's mind before he reached the door. And when he got there, it was something he never expected too see.

"Sapnap?"

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Cliffhanger! Haha quite happy with this for my first chapter of an actual fic! Tell me what you guys think and if you want me too I'll actually write this fully.

~Alistar