Revenge

Chapter 19

*TW: NSFW, just a lil bit of knife play

(I have no explanation for this chapter other than I am down very bad for c!dream, so pls enjoy while I work on the next chapter of smut)

It was so quiet in the safe house when it was just the two of them, George was overly aware of this fact. And Dream wasn't exactly giving him much to work with. He'd been so quiet on the drive back, keeping one hand on the stirring wheel and one hand planted on George's thigh the entire time. The only thing that George had been able to think about the entire drive was the warmth spreading from Dream's hand, or the way his thumb kept brushing over the fabric covering his leg.

And now, standing in the kitchen of the house, George was quietly observing Dream. He couldn't quite get a read on what he was thinking, and his expression wasn't giving much away. His eyes were focused down as he pulled out weapons that had once been concealed and dropped them onto the surface of the counter. After everything had been deposited there, his green eyes finally carved a path up towards George, who stilled under the heavy gaze as it landed on him.

Maybe it was the heated look that was forming behind Dream's eyes, or his words from earlier, or the mere fact that he didn't want Sapnap around for whatever he had planned; but George was suddenly flooded with anticipation and nerves.

George remained rooted to the spot as Dream began the journey over towards him, moving painfully slow as he neared the brunette and circled behind him. George's breath caught in his throat when large hands slid to his waist, pushing under the fabric of his shirt and trailing slowly up his sides as warm breath spilled over the side of his neck.

Dream's hands stilled over George's ribs, and he dragged his lips up the side of George's neck painfully slow. When he pulled back, he asked in a low voice, "nervous, Georgie?"

George scoffed, ignoring the nervous flutter low in his stomach as he answered with a simple, "no."

Dream laughed quietly with his lips pressed to the column of George's neck, and George inhaled sharply as he felt the sharp drag of teeth over his skin.

"You should be," Dream hummed back quietly, and George rolled his eyes despite the fact that Dream couldn't see it.

"Well I'm not," George responded in a voice that he hoped was tinged with confidence, "and stop calling me Georgie."

Dream's grip tightened as he pulled George's body back against his own, and George felt the low rumble in Dream's chest as he laughed. One of Dream's hands moved up to George's jaw, angling George's face so their eyes could meet. As Dream held the eye contact, a slow smirk spread across his face, and he quietly responded, "I would say make me, but I know you can't."

George had to actively fight the urge to roll his eyes, deciding instead to push his hips back against Dream. The blonde's hands slid to his waist almost immediately, tightening as he pulled George back against him again and cursed quietly under his breath. With a smug grin, George tipped his head back against Dream's shoulder and murmured, "better start being nice to me, Dream, or I won't give you what you want. And trust me, it's painfully obvious what you're after."

He saw Dream's jaw tense at the words, but then he was breathing out a quiet laugh and shaking his head, and George just barely heard the muttered words, "such a fucking brat."

A smug grin settled on George's face at the small victory, but it faded quickly as Dream's fingers dug into his waist. Dream moved them forward unexpectedly, stopping only when George's hips were pushed up against the counter in front of him and his palms were pressed flat against the cold surface.