Sweet betrayal

Bold

Here they all stood, in the dark garden.

Dream and Killer were in the presence of the King himself, who was looking at them with pure disgust. His tendrils were all out, they whipped around behind his back to show just how unhappy he was. A burning sensation was spreading through Nightmare's body, one that was telling him to make them suffer and regret their actions at once. . However, he gave them the chance to explain themselves to see what pathetic excuse they would come up with before meeting their doom.

So. Care to explain what this is?

The two stood still and the guardian kept giving the other quick glances, attempting to communicate under the King's sight without muttering a single word. . But Killer didn't seem to reciprocate his worry which made him feel uneasy. Nightmare noticed the unease and since none of them spoke first, the dark skeleton stepped closer. . Seemingly pressuring them to give an answer as fast as possible. It was Dream who gathered enough courage to finally breathe out, clumsily adjusting his clothing to hide his glowing skin a little better.

Brother, we. . We can explain this. Please, listen. Me and Killer were-

A hand was brought to his mouth to stop him from talking. He looked over to see that he was cut off by his own boyfriend who seemed rather pissed by how things ended. Killer's fun was cut short because of his Boss, this gasoline covered octopus always seemed to appear in the most delicate of situations. He has been caught many times before : Damaging his Boss's possessions, having rare peaceful moments with his coworkers or fighting to death with them, bringing cats inside of the castle despite it being forbidden, relieving himself in his bedroom. . Having his 'King' looming over him like a shadow felt like an unbearable weight. He knew that he had to follow everything by the contract but this time, he had enough of it.

We were about to fuck. So what?

He said with a dry intonation, his eye sockets narrowing as he stared back at his superior. Hearing this, Dream suddenly turned to him, looking at him with an expression of disbelief. He called his name, as if trying to bring him back to reason but he was hushed again. Nightmare wasn't really expecting such a response coming from his own subordinate, a harsh one, no less. His tentacles only sharpened at this answer, readying themselves for an eventual attack but he didn't say a word. . Awaiting to see what else Killer had (the non existent) guts to say. The assassin moved his blade around as he continued.

What's up Boss? Are you mad that your brother's my lover?

What do you think you're doing Killer?

Nightmare spoke in disbelief. Killer shrugged, not really caring about whatever his Boss said. He pulled Dream closer and let him rest against his ribcage, in an attempt to anger the King some more. This made the short one panic, he tried to move away but Killer's grip was tight and wouldn't allow him to escape. He turned his blade in his fingers in a playful manner before bringing it to his starlight's back, grazing his spine with his weapon.

Heh, y'know. . He's the best fuck I've ever had. Has the cutest ass, the sweetest of blood. .

A wide grin spread on his face as he described Dream in such a lewd way.

He has everything I want. If I want to fuck him, I will.

The guardian wanted to reject everything, he knew that getting on Nightmare's bad side was a death wish. . But he couldn't do much about it as he was starting to feel drowsy from his brother's aura. The amount of negativity this place held was enormous and with Nightmare here, it worsened his condition. He would still able to escape this situation but with Killer holding and teasing his soft spots this way, it was nearly impossible. Dream felt limp in his knees whenever he was handled like this and especially after getting worked up like he was a few minutes ago.

Before Nightmare could react further, Killer pressed his blade harshly along Dream's vertebrae which forced him to whimper. He chuckled at his reaction then tilted his skull as he stared at his Boss, suddenly shoving Dream over the fountain's edge for the second time. Unlike earlier, he was facing the pool of water and this gave him chills as he realized the position he would be in if Killer dared to keep this going. He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the knife lover with a pleading expression but to no avail. Killer tugged at his clothing, making him gasp in shock.

Think I care about you watching?

K-Killer no!

I don't.

He ignored the shorter's words, grinding against him. This time around he was not going to do anything close to foreplay. He was going to take Dream no matter what, he has been waiting way too long for this. In front of the King, he pulled down his shorts and showed off his red ecto. . The tint into it was almost as deep as his soul. The assassin purred when Dream jolted after feeling his own skin and weakly held onto the marble in apprehension. Dream was shaking his skull with golden tears in his eye sockets at the sensation of his lover's girth rubbing him in all the right ways.

Y-You can't do this. Don't do this. Ah, plEASE. . !

Dream whispered but ended up screaming when Killer finally pushed himself in. He attempted to stay quiet, however, he didn't expect his boyfriend to start ramming into him so roughly. . Forcing him to let out desperate noises of pain. He felt so ashamed to be taken like this in front of his brother, he couldn't look at him. How could he ever look at him after this? He hid his face into the back of his hands, which were resting onto the fountain. In the process, his moans were also muffled. . He hoped that this situation would end very soon but his skull was suddenly grabbed onto and pulled back up. He winced then looked up at the one who was being so harsh to him, breathing heavily. Killer then bursted out laughing, one laugh that was soul felt yet bone chilling while leaning over his lover.

There was a hint of amusement in Killer's smile and it contrasted a lot with his empty eye sockets.

Don't be shy now, let out all of your dirty moans for me little star~

As much as he would have been noisy, the short skeleton couldn't bring himself to be any louder. Instead, he chose to be as quiet as possible and fought back the urge to scream Killer's name whenever he'd feel him hitting deep within his walls. The assassin wasn't quite pleased about this but sighed, shoving two fingers into his lover's mouth and slid them further in each time Dream would be close to moaning. He'd watch him struggle and drool over his phalanges, his gold highlights nearly rolling to the back of his skull.

In that case. Quiet.

His playful tone became stern and he also spread his legs some more to ease his access in. He had no care in the world, just lovingly fucking his starlight in doggy style against the fountain.

All of this happened in front of the King of Negativity who had enough of this. He stepped closer to end this disgusting scene.