Take the wheel and drive

One

    Dream thought it was a good idea, he really really did. He thought the second Sap walked through the door they'd click together and their routines would merge into organized harmony. What he didn't expect was stress, constant never ending stress. There was always a new thing, a stream the two needed to get done, nights awake editing his and George's videos (he wouldn't just let the other loose all that footage like last time), and the lack of quality time with the very man who started this mess. Sapnap, his best friend and now roommate didn't care for order one bit, he threw the bottles in the fridge without lining them up nicely, he didn't sort the dishes to Dream's taste, and all of his hygiene products sat messily thrown into a box in the bathroom. It's only been a month and Dream had to face it, he has to have control over his environment. He's always known he was a control freak but this was getting bad. He needed to tell him but how? With all this stress he's scared he'll shatter to pieces the second he says a single word. He was lost in his head, hunched over his desk scratching at his skull with his far to long nails when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist he had lifted to prod his scalp. A hand lifted Dream's chin and he was faced with the man he was just obsessing over.
    Sap looked down at the other, concern clear on his face as Dream just froze, mouth slightly opened as if he was going to talk but didn't. "You ok dude? You've been in here for hours." Sap then noticed a small red patch in the blond's hair. "Dream you have to stop picking at your scalp it's gonna get infected." Dream had almost let himself melt into Sapnap's touch before the blood was pointed out. "Sorry." He stated flatly, turning back to his screen trying to ignore the hypersensitive feeling of Sap's hand gripping his wrist.  Finally the hold was dropped, Sap kept looking at him for a little to long before shrugging. "Ok but at least come get some water and clean that cut." And with that he was out of the room with a click of the door. Maybe Sap was right, his mouth did feel pretty dry. With that Dream went down stairs to the kitchen and did just as Sap asked. "Why are you letting him command you like that?" The irrational part of his brain pipped up. "I am not I'm simply taking care of myself, Sap just was reminding me to do so." The logical side of his brain argued back as he went to the bathroom to clean his scratch.
   Dream looked at himself in the mirror as he got a cotton swob and the alcohol. His eyes red from the blue light of his pc screen, bags cradling them as he scanned his face. "Maybe you just like doing whatever Sap asks of you?" Dream almost dropped the bottle as the thought went through his skull like a bullet. "No." He shuddered to himself. He is Dreamwastaken, Clay Croft, captain of his football team in high school and voted most likely to bang a million girls when he graduated he couldn't, he wouldn't, and he refused the idea. He was top dog, always was and always will be. Because that was what was excepted of him. Right?