Pleasure for money - DNF

ELEVEN

Warnings: little suggestive in the beginning, TENSION, nightmares, anxiety

Dream knew he was in the wrong but when he stood by and watched George get violent, vile and furious... he had hardened painfully in his pants. Watching someone so sweet and innocent looking going off at someone like that really set him off.

These last three days when George had been staying at his house in the guest room, Dream found himself in the mornings when he was in the shower pumping his cock furiously at the thought of the smallers yelling. He imagined himself being yelled at by the stripper then silencing him. It was dumb-fiction that went on in his mind but he could always imagine, right?

Although all he did wasn't just jerking off, he had been hanging out with George as much as he could the last few days. The poor boy was broken after what happened to him, he had nightmares and panicked left and right. Dream had proposed that he'd take him to a therapist but George refused. He didn't understand why the brunet didn't want to seek help so badly but the blond knew he had to do something as it was early in the morning and he heard screams coming from the room the stripper was staying in.

He entered the room with his pulse risen, frightened that something had happened to George from the way he was screaming. But there he found him just like the last time, his limbs jerking in the bed while he yelled and breathed heavily.

Dream went forward swiftly to then sit down on the edge of the bed. He cupped the smallers cheek to try and slow down his movements.

"Hey, hey, hey." The gangster began trying to wake him up. "George, wake up." He soothed.

After a while of trying to wake him up with soft-spoken words, the brunet's movements began to go back to normal and his eyelashes fluttered. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the gang leader sitting leant over him, looking at him with sweetness in his eyes. Dream talked with his softest voice that he always succeeded to calm George with.

"You okay?" The taller one questioned sweetly.

George nodded weakly and leaned into the touch on his cheek. He didn't know what it was about Dream who was supposed to be a blood sucking monster that made him feel so safe. Everyone painted him up as heartless and cold but the brunet doesn't think he'd ever met a kinder person. Maybe it was because the gang leader had taken quite a likening in him.

"I know you don't want this but Georgie... we gotta get you some help." Dream insisted and brushed the hair laced with sweat out of George's eyes.

"No, I'm fine." The brunet mumbled while looking off to the side.

"You're obviously not, why won't you let me get help for you?"

"That's actually none of your business." The stripper muttered angrily, growing defensive.

"I think it is, because currently you're living in my house and I'm taking care of you." Dream snapped at him while removing his hands from George's face.

"Then I'll leave your bloody house, I have my own apartment." The brunet bit back and whipped the covers off his legs, ready to get up and get out of there. "You won't have to be bothered by me anymore." He said while beginning to walk away from Dream with fast steps.

"George!" The blond called after him irritatedly.

He followed the stripper speed-walking towards the door, he caught up when George was in the middle of opening it. It gave him a chance to slam it shut with his hand and tower over him. The smaller turned around in his position when he realized he wouldn't get past that door until Dream allowed him. He was met by the tall blond practically pinning him to the door making a strong hand appear beside his head.

"Listen, you don't bother me. It's obvious you don't think highly of yourself and that's exactly why you need help. You think that you deserve what happened to you. But no one deserves that George, especially not someone as amazing as you are." Dream explained and he could see the whole angry facade the smaller currently had crumbled.

"But what if I don't deserve it?" He looked up with pained eyes at Dream. "There are people who deserve help more than me, I'm not as important as you think I am." The brunet explained to the taller and he was seconds away from his voice breaking.

The blond looked at him with a frown on his face, he made both of his hands free and cupped George's face. "You are wonderful and you deserve to get help. What happened to you is serious and anyone who isn't braindead like Daphne will see that. Why do you think my gang has been treating you like they do?"

"Because they're afraid of you?" George stated earning a soft chuckle from Dream.

It was the first time he'd ever heard Dream do something close to laugh or even seen him remotely smile. But the sound he made was beautiful and so was he. The brunet could really get used to hearing those sounds.

"They're the last people who are afraid of me, sure they respect me. But haven't you seen how Sapnap acts? Someone who can spray water on me for fun isn't in the slightest afraid." The taller one explained casually while still cupping George's face.

"To be honest, I think Sapnap is scarier than you. He's not been a delight to be around." The brunet confessed and Dream furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"When I met him when you weren't around he said stuff like 'I should feel lucky you even wanted to come back for me' and shit." George explained and for some reason he thought Dream had gotten mad at him because he wasn't saying anything, just staring.

After a minute or two of long silence the blond sighed. "He's just overprotective like that, don't mind him. Nick loves to talk his bullshit, he warms up with time."

Ah, so his name wasn't actually sapnap, George thought to himself.

"Dream?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Dream questioned, still rubbing his thumb on the start of the brunet's jawline.

"If Sapnap's real name is Nick, then what is your real name?" The stripper wondered and looked into the tallers eyes who towered over him still.

"George," he began with his stern voice again, and the other could tell how his whole mood fell as he removed his hands from the stripper another time. "I won't be telling you that."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"I hate my name for valid reasons and that's why people aren't allowed to call me by it." The blond confessed and ran a hand through his hair.

"If you tell me I will agree to go to therapy." George stated thinking it was something he'd never agree to since it appeared to have trauma behind it.

So in the strippers mind he wouldn't have to attend therapy, that was until he heard the name roll of Dream's tongue.

Clay... it actually quite fit his persona and looks. The name sounded to fit someone edgy but who is also a big teddy bear and deep down, everyone who got to know him, knew that Dream was one. Maybe he didn't go around offering hugs left and right. Although, if you were sad you can always count on one from him... as long as he liked you.

"You aren't allowed to use it though, I only told you so that you'd give therapy a chance."

George nodded, understanding that there was definitely some deep meaning behind the name Clay.

"I'll book a session for you today, you just try and get some more sleep." Dream said and backed up from George to give him more room to move. "Alright?"

"Yes, tell me when it is later." The brunet grumbled as the blond nodded before exiting the bedroom.

The stripper threw himself on the bed he'd been sleeping on the past few days and sighed. He felt the increasing anxiety building in his stomach at the thought about having to open up to some stranger who'd only pity him.

Sorry if this chapter was boring, I have big plans for the next one.