Obsessed- DreamNotFound.

Chapter 5

The night fell over the server, lights turned off, everyone sound asleep.  The soft boy lay gently on the metal table, eyes closed, his body wrapped, clothed and covered by the blanket, the rooms silence echoed through his peaceful sleeping mind. 

He looked so calm, so innocent snuggled up in the blanket, burying his face into the warm, soft fabric.  Dream reached a hand over cupping the man's beautiful face and swiping his thumb over his defined cheekbones.  His adorable nose barely poked out from under the blanket, his eyelashes almost resting on his soft cheeks, his hair a mess. 

Dream reached his hand to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it once more to study the beautiful figure.  He felt himself hardening in his restricting black jeans just by looking at him, what was wrong with him?  Just looking at the man filled his mind so many unholy things, he just couldn't stop them whenever he looked at him.  

It was so difficult to torture him and get the information out of him when there were so many other desires he wanted from him.  He could care less about the information, Techno was doing a pretty good job at destroying L'manberg without it anyway. 

He was just convincing Sapnap that he was still useful just so he could keep him for a while longer.  He slips George's shirt off his beaten body throwing it on the floor, stroking his face once more, his other hand palming himself through his jeans.

There was just something about him that was so luring.  His dainty figure, his handsome face, his innocent presence.  He was too perfect to let him go to waste so quickly.  He stood at the end of the table and slipped George's pants off his ankles throwing them with his shirt. 

He was so mesmerizing, so delicate and so easily broken.  He's body so alluring, he wondered how much could he take, how good he would feel around him, how much better would it be if he were awake. 

He unzipped his jeans pulling them down to his ankles, shoving a hand in his boxers.  His eyes trailed down the innocent man's body in front of him, studying every curve, every indent, every crevasse.  From his soft chocolate hair, to his gentle closed eyes, to his teasing lips.  His hand got quicker as he trailed his eyes down to his feeble neck, his accentuated collarbones, his perky nipples, his purple marked chest rising and falling slowly.  He threw his head back with a moan as his eyes went down to his boxers hugging him tightly, to his long sexy legs and to his feet that were almost pressed against him at this point. 

He walks around the table, stroking his other hand along the brunette's body from his ankles to his neck and jaw slowly to tease himself more, his other hand stroking something else.  He stroked his hand back down until the hem of his boxers, slipping his fingers underneath and taking them off.  His mind running wild with lude thoughts of what he wanted to do to George, making himself go quicker. 

He wanted nothing more then to grab his limp body and slam him against the wall and fuck him senselessly.  He wanted nothing more then to jump on that table and fuck him with those sexy restraints so George couldn't stop him.  He wanted nothing more then to kiss and nip and bite at his skin while George rode him.  He wanted everything that unconscious little boy had. 

After a couple more strokes he came all over the boys chest, coving his beautiful body in his sticky liquid.  He wiped himself off with George's shirt, climbing onto the table to clean off the sleeping boy's body.  He crawled up until his face was hovering above George's.  He bent down sending one gentle and light kiss to George's lips before climbing off and leaving the room. 

He came back in with some of his old clothes, a black oversized smile hoodie and some gray sweatpants.  He so carefully dressed the man throwing on his blanket and left his room for the last time that night.

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Every day from then on, went the same.  He would interrogate George for hours, when he didn't answer he beat the shit out of him until he fell unconscious and at night Dream would sneak into his room and jackoff.  Sometimes using George's hand, his legs, any possible crevasse on his body, anything that wouldn't wake him up.  As the nights went on he got braver and braver with using George, to see just how much he could get away with without him waking up. 

It was almost like a game.  A sick and twisted game.  A sexy and pleasurable game.  But most of all an addicting game that Dream couldn't get enough of...
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A/n
This is what I meant by rape-ish, like he's not fucking him he's just.... I hate myself so much honestly