Silent Ruler [DNF]

Chapter 23: Reconnecting

A/N: Another suggestive chapter. Feel free to skip!

Somehow, George had ended up laying on Dream chest – comfortably may he add. But anxious thoughts kept intruding. Something was about to happen, something unpleasant he feared.

Being denied the throne wouldn't be stop his brother.

Years of villainizing the forest and its residents had left people with a generally negative attitude towards its. King or not – people sympathized with his brother more than they did George. To him it seemed awfully unnecessary to occupy yet another territory, but his brother viewed it as a trophy.

Toby's words drove him insane. What on Earth could potentially be the so-called "weapon"?

Your end will be their beginning. George twitched at the voice. Maybe he went insane before anything major happened.

"I'm no mind-reader but I think your brain's about to catch fire from whatever you're thinking about." Dream whispered in that low voice that George adored.

He huffed and tried to roll away but was quickly brought back. Dream callused hand caressed George's jaw. The green eyes gave him a suspicious glance. "Care to enlighten me what's going on in that brain of yours?"

George chewed absentmindedly on his bottom lip. "My mind is all over the place. I just know that Ethan has something highly unpleasant planned for the near future. Me stealing his crown won't hinder that."

Dream's eyes clouded but kept dragging his hands across George's jaw. A small chuckled left the blonde's mouth. "I'm in bed with the king." He cooed playfully.

George tried to produce a frown and point out the fact that 'George was king' was the piece of information that caught Dream's attention, not the approaching doom named 'Ethan'.

Still, he couldn't do it. His heart was overjoyed that the hostility had faltered and that Dream didn't completely hate him despite his identity.

"You're unbelievable." George said with faked annoyance.

The blonde's hand trailed down George's side until it landed on his hip, sending shivers through his entire body. "Unbelievable attractive, generous, intelligent." George scuffed and covered Dream's mouth. He inched nearer. "More like, unbelievable insufferable."

Mischief sparkled in the green eyes and in the blink of an eyes, George found himself on his back with Dream pinning his wrist to the mattress. The blonde smirked victoriously and leaned closer to George's ear. "Nah, you're lying to yourself. You think I'm unbelievable sexy. Actually, the most attractive person to walk this earth." Dream purred lowly causing butterflies to overtake George's stomach.

"You're so full of yourself." George shot back, but just merely got the words out as Dream's hand had found its way underneath his shirt.

Dream currently had the upper hand. George would be lying if he said that he didn't like it, but he preferred a more even playing field. So, to achieve that, he hooked his legs around the taller's waist and forcefully flipped the around, so George straddled Dream's lap before connecting their lips.

The kiss began slow and careful but soon paced up. George tangled his fingers in the blonde locks while Dream to the liberty to run his hand over practically George's entire body. His breathing hitched as the large hand trailed from his thighs, over his hips and then underneath his shirt again. George felt how fingertips ran down his bare back, making him gasp which Dream used as an opportunity to let his tongue slip in George's mouth, deepening and increasing the intensity even further.

George returned the gesture by sneaking his hands under Dream's undershirt, allowing his fingers to trace every muscle definition on the blonde's chest and stomach. He felt how Dream smirked as his hands ventured lower. Dream tightened the grip around George's hips as he began trailing kisses down George's neck.

When the blonde started sucking on the sensitive parts of George's neck, he panicked. "Dream! Nothing above the neckline! I can't be seen with hickeys."

Dream laughed quietly. "Well, that's fine with me." What exactly he meant only hit George when he felt his shirt being removed. Enthusiastically he obeyed. When it was off, Dream seized the opportunity and flipped them around again. George yanked Dream's shirt, deeming it fair that he too should remove it.

With one hand, Dream managed to pin George's hands above his head. He sucked on the thin skin on George's collarbones, leaving purple marks all over his chest while his other hand lifted George left leg, so it surrounded the blonde's waist.

Eventually, George broke his hands free and clung his hands to the taller's muscular back. Eagerly he returned the favor and left plenty of purple marks on the lower part of tanned neck and upper chest. Dream's hands desperately gripped George's hips and waist. The sound of Dream's increased breathing was like music to his ears.

Finally their lips found collided again. George knew that they couldn't keep going for much longer, fearing that his lips would bruise too much for it to go unnoticed.

The pace decreased and eventually George found himself securely wrapped in Dream's arms with his back tightly pressed together with the blonde's chest.

Their sensual moment did wonders for George's pacing brain. Without a single thought about the future, he fell asleep in the arms of the person who he loved most in the world.