DNF Oneshots || DreamNotFound

rules

!TW!
the mater at bating
no sex but still very sexy
homophobia
mentions of death

The bright rays of sun shot through the red velvet curtains on a cool winter morning. A knight, blonde hair and strong armour kneeled in front of his king. A duke stood beside them.

"I knight thee, DreamWasTaken. Promise to give your life to protect GeorgeNotFound til death?" The duke announced.

"Yes, Sir," The knight stay knelt with his head down, peaking up to his king at times. He heard the slashing of a sword being removed from it's metal holder, then, felt a heavy blade on either of his shoulders.

"Rise," the king spoke, in a strong posh English accent. And so the knight did, being handed the sword, held by the handle and tip of the blade.

They stared at each other for an unreasonable amount of time, before hearing the duke clear his throat, making King NotFound turn quickly and sit at his throne. Of course, (Sir) Dream joined him, standing beside the throne. This was his job now. This is what he was entitled to. This was his life.

He always knew there was something.. off with the King. He'd find themselves staring at each other for what felt like hours. However, homosexuality was looked down on this kingdom. If anyone found out that the king was, well, gay. They would have him banished. Especially if it was with his own knight. His knight would possibly be hung or burnt. But nevertheless, neither of them would ever dream of breaking the rules. I mean that's what they told themselves because it really was a bunch of bullshit.

The duke finally left. Leaving the two boys in the big hall by themselves. They knew their duties and not to break them. Once they finally knew they were alone, they both dropped their act. Smiling and breaking the perfect posture.

"Ooh, you're all fancy now. My personal knight, Sir Dream." George said mockingly, leaning himself onto one side of the throne and taking off his hat.

"I felt like we were getting married. 'Til death do us part!'," Dream laughed in-between breaths, "stupid old git."

"Hey! You know, if he heard that you'd be in biiig trouble." The small King jumped off of the throne and circled the blonde.

"Oh yeah? What's he going to do? Make me an even shitter knight?" He followed the smaller pace around him with his eyes.

Then, the same smaller stopped right in front of him, "hm, I don't know." and then they started staring at each other again. Something should happen. Someone should stop them. None of this was right. Then, George spoke his thoughts aloud, "You are so beautiful.."

The thoughts had gotten the better of him now. It took Dream by surprise, because of how bold he was to say that. But of course he took no notice of it, keeping up his cocky act, not letting it drop yet, "you think I'm beautiful?"

George snapped out of his trance of thought, only realising what he just said, "what? No! I mean you're alright. Wait no that's not what I meant. I didn't mean it like that. I mean you're pretty? Pretty cool?"

"George."

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

George looked down and bit his lip. He was thinking deep about something but Dream couldn't quite figure out what.

He soon understood when George stood up on his toes and leaned up for a kiss. But was rejected by Dream stepping back, "no."

The king tilted his head in confusion and frustration, "whatever is the matter?"

"We aren't supposed to do this." The knight declared and turned away. As much as he wanted to be with him, he had to prove his loyalty. To keep George with his power. Because like he said, if the kingdom found out they'd be in big trouble.

"Dream, please."

And he turned back around. He never thought he'd hear a royal ask for something politely, "if you are going to be stupid, then you better prepare yourself." And so the knight gave up and embraced himself in the only love he had every received. From his king.

They kissed. They kissed for what seemed like hours. With fingers interlocked in chunks of hair and arms wrapped around necks. It felt so good to finally be able to love each other. Just for a couple of hours before the 'old git' shows up again.

Dream had picked up all of the rules which consisted in his mind and shoved them far away where he could forget about them just for a while.

Well, another thing he picked up was George. Hands rested underneath his thighs, no longer kissing but just looking at each other with nothing but lust in their eyes. He took George back to his throne and sat him down, climbing on top of him.

"Wait Dream. What about the rules?"

"Fuck the rules."

George unclipped his protector's chest armour, giving him some more space to move around. Dream begun moving his knee right where the smaller's lower area was.

George had gotten ahead of himself and reached his hand up to undo Dream's shirt. But Dream wouldn't let that happen. He grabbed his wrist just as he reached up and stared at him. He looked at the state of which the both of them were in.

The blonde got himself off of George, "I'm sorry. I cannot, no, will not take your virginity. It'll take all of your dignity along with it. You will find a beautiful young princess and live a happy life and I will be your loyal knight."

NotFound sat there, looking almost disappointed, "but I don't want a princess, I want you."

Dream took a moment to look at the mess he had made of George and started walking away quickly, "If you would excuse me."

Dream rushed himself into his cabin in the woods. What had he done. He needed to control himself. For George's sake.

He took his armour off and threw it into the middle of his living room and locking himself in his room. In the house which he lived alone in. Oh how he would love to share a house with George.

He had to forget about George for now or it would only hurt more. No but seriously he needed to think of something else because a hard on twitched down below, begging to be touched.

He sighed and slid down his wall, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching down his pants. His mind eventually took over, not being around anyone made it alright. Unless the duke had stuck cameras to them of some sort.

The knight thought of all of the things he would do to George if he got the chance, all the noises he'd make and what he'd say. God. Dream almost lost it there and then. He felt dirty. This man was his king and he was imagining all of these things. He was not meant for him.

But soon later, the pleasure took over the thoughts and he let himself release.

It wasn't fair.