Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Getting him back

Dream's POV
I don't know where George is. I don't know what's happening. He could be dead for all I know. I distracted myself, hoping he would be home soon. He was gone for two days. I cleaned out the cabin, most of it's still in shambles.
I finally get to get rid of this crapbox. I think to myself. Then my thoughts instantly returned to George. I need to get these thoughts out. I chewed my nails till they were cracked and bleeding. The entire time George was gone, I just thought about how bad I wanted him back, and how angry Techno's sniper makes me.

I was sitting on the floor in front of the door. I was on my phone. When the door swung open I threw my phone to the side, hoping it's who I want. George stepped in and I sprung up. He immediately kissed me.
"Clay! Oh my god! Help!" He cried immediately. I looked at his shoulder to see a knife sticking out of it.
"Shit! Sit on the floor, I'll get first aid." I said and ran into the bathroom. Thank the gods I always overstocked on first aid equipment so it didn't all get destroyed. I grabbed some stitches and anything else I'd need and ran back to George.
I dropped beside him and immediately took off his shirt to get a better angle.
"Okay, taking out the knife. Ready?" I said and George nodded, relaxing. I yanked the knife out and pressed a clean gauze pad on it, using my other hand to dowse another pad in peroxide.

"Clay?" I hear George. I don't stop what I'm doing.
"Yes?" I asked politely.
"If I don't make it-" he started.
"No! You're gonna be fine." I cut him off. I cleaned the wound and George went limp.
Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought.
I continued the operation quickly, threading a needle and sewing George back together. I finished bandaging him and felt for a pulse, it was weak but there. He was breathing softly as well.
I picked George's head up and moved myself underneath him. I rested his head in my lap and caressed his cheeks. Then I noticed one particular bruise that ran all the way up the front of him. I felt guilty. I hoped that Techno wouldn't do something like this, even though I knew he was capable. George shifted and eventually woke up.
"Oh thank the Gods!" I yelled and pulled him up to a sitting back hug.
"You saved me." George said. And grabbed my hands, leaning into me.
"You thought that I would let you die?" I asked and George turned around to face me.
"I love you Clay." He said and started crying into my shoulder. I held him tightly.
"I love you too. Hang in there." I said. George pulled back and smiled at me.
"I want you." George whispered. I raised my eyebrows.
"George.. I saw all the bruises and blood. You aren't in any shape to-" I said and was cut off by George kissing me.
"This is what got me through." He said and pressed his forehead against mine.
"Are you okay? Tell me everything he did to you." I demanded. George wrapped his arms around my neck.
"It doesn't matter. It's over. All I want to do right now is forget about all of it." George begged. I sighed and caressed his cheek.

"If I even hurt you slightly, I'm stopping." I promised. George nodded and kissed me again, grinding softly. I gently lowered him to the floor on his back, kissing down the bruises on the front of him.
"You always take such good care of me~" George said and bit his lip. I rolled my eyes and pulled his pants down, boxers with them. I stopped at his thighs seeing more bruises. I rubbed the bruises gently. George looked at me and I gave him a concerned look.
"It's nothing Clay. I'm fine really." George said and looked away from me with a sad expression. I sighed and pulled his bottoms completely off, seeing every mark that Techno made on him. Bruises, cuts, blood, and wounds covered every part of George. He closed his eyes and looked like he was about to cry.
"George.. I.. I'm sorry." I said and George laughed.
"It's not your fault." George said.
"Yeah but I could have-" I started.
"Could have what?!" George finished. I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"I hate seeing you like this." I admitted. I couldn't stop staring at all the bruises.
"Then stop looking." George said and sat up to cover himself. I grabbed his hands and smiled.
"I can't stop looking at you." I said. George laughed then flipped my hand over, looking at my nails. I pulled away immediately.
"What did you do to your hands? It looks like they're bleeding." George asked.
"You we're gone for a long time and I was worried so I may or may not have chewed my nails until they bled." I ranted. George nodded.
"I hate seeing you like this." George mocked. I shot him an annoyed look.
"It's really annoying isn't it?" George asked.
"Fair enough." I said. George then cupped the side of my face.

"Now, where were we?" George asked and I kissed him, setting him back down again. I pulled my pants and boxers to my thighs positioning my now exposed member at George's entrance.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Always." George answered and I pushed it in halfway. George moaned loudly then frowned when I stopped. His legs wrapped around me and pushed me further in. He smiled and kept his legs tight around me.
"What's this little game~?" I asked, intrigued.
"Try and get out~" George challenged. I pulled back out mostly before he kicked me back in. I smiled and kept trying, every time I almost pulled out, he would tighten his legs and force me back.
"You little~slut~" I moaned and George laughed underneath me. I pinned his legs down and controlled the pace, quickening my movements. George moaned loudly and often. I brought my lips to his neck's sweet spot and kissed him gently repeatedly.

He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my face up, forcing me to look him in the eye. I then snapped forward, locking lips with him. He moaned in my mouth as he came on my shirt. I kept a steady pace and finished inside him. He breathed heavily after I disconnected our lips.
"Clay~thanks." George said.
"Anytime." I said and rolled off him.