Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Helping hand

George's POV
I got off my flight and ubered to Dream's house. I already knew the address, but I asked him so that he doesn't know I'm low key stalking him. I'll stop, someday.

I knocked on the door and Dream opened it. He looked completely wrecked. His ex did a number on him, but I had to play dumb.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" I asked convincingly.
"Come in. I'll show you." He said.

That scared me more. Show me what? Then I turned the corner and saw the ex laying on the ground with a bullet in his chest. I slowly looked at Dream. He stared at the body and his lip started quivering.
"Dream, what happened?" I asked. Dream wrapped his arms around me and started crying again.

I ran my fingers through his hair, thinking about what to do.
"How about we sit down? Away from the dead man." I said.
"Yeah. I want that." Dream said. I took my arms away and Dream slowly stepped back. I had him sit on the couch and passed him a tissue box.

Dream sat in silence for a bit. I sat next to him and started rubbing his back.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked. Dream nodded.
I expected Dream to start talking, but he sat in silence instead.
"Hey, I'm right here. Whatever you need." I said calmingly.

"You know how I said I sold weed?" Dream asked.
"Yes, why?" I asked.
"I don't. I sell myself." Dream said and started crying again. I got up and got him some water. He took a swig and I sat down again.
"What do you mean sell yourself?" I asked.
"I'm a..." Dream trailed off. I hugged him.

"Dream, it's okay. I'm sure you did nothing wrong." I said.
"I'm a prostitute." Dream said and closed his eyes tight. I turned his face to look at me and he opened his eyes letting more tears out.
"How long?" I asked.
"Seven years." He said and my heart sank. I felt like such an ass for assuming he was cheating.

"Let's keep it at seven then. Obviously this isn't your career path." I said and Dream started crying again.
"I can't just stop. I can't afford... anything." Dream cried.
"But I can." I said and Dream shook his head.

"George, as much as I would love that, I've been pimped before. I don't want it to happen again." Dream explained.
"It won't. It's nothing for me, really. How much is this place, couple thousand a month?" I asked.
"Heck no, only five hundred." Dream answered.

"That's it? You're worried about me spending five hundred dollars a month on you?" I asked.
"It's a lot for me." He said.
"I get fifty thousand dollars to play with every month. I think I can afford it." I said.

Dream looked into my eyes.
"You promise. You won't own me. You would just be paying for nothing." Dream said.
"You're not nothing Dream." I said and he smiled and started crying again.
"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Dream said and laughed.
"I care about you Dream. I don't want you to sell yourself to strangers." I said. Dream wiped his eyes.

"Stop it." Dream said.
"Stop what?" I asked.
"Complimenting me. I killed someone." He said. I hugged him.
"But you're safe. I think I prefer this outcome." I said. Dream sighed. I pulled back.

"You want to tell me about the story of the corpse in the hall?" I asked.
"Well, the dead guy is the one who gave me pretty much all these bruises. My other clients were polite." Dream said.
"So it was self defence?" I asked.
"Kinda, do you recognize him?" Dream asked.

I panicked. Was I supposed to recognize him?
"Uh.. no. I don't know who that man was." I stuttered.
"Well, you were drunk. He claims he's the one who raped you." Dream said.
"And what did you do?" I asked to redirect the attention.

"As soon as I heard that his crusty hands were on you I snapped. You'll also notice our bathroom door needs repairs." Dream said. I sighed and then hugged him tightly.
"You're my hero." I said to him. He pulled back and kissed me.

"So, what do I do? I don't know where to go from here." Dream said.
"We report the body and tell them the story. You've got more than enough evidence this time." I said.
"You're right." Dream said and picked up his phone. He then sighed and put it down.

I rolled my eyes and took out my phone.
"Do you want me to handle everything? You seem a bit... tense." I asked.
"Yes." Dream replied. I called 911 and Dream curled up in my arms.

When the police arrived they took us down to the station to give our statements. Dream clinged to me like a small child. He looked terrified, poor thing.

"It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong." I said and tucked some hair behind his ear. He calmed down slightly.
The cop asked us several questions. Then when it was time to leave, I told Dream to wait outside.

I turned around and gave the video of Dream and his ex that Wilbur caught to the officer.
"If his statement isn't enough, this is a security camera showing some of it. It should be all you need." I said. The officer thanked me and I met back up with Dream.

"What was that about?" Dream asked.
"Just saw a friend, thought I'd say hi." I lied.
"I love you. Thank you so much for helping me take care of this." Dream said.
"I love you. Next time you come to me before this happens." I joked. Dream held my hand and we walked back to his house.