Operation: Merciless

Chapter Fifty-Seven | Yes Sir~ (SMUT)

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"To what?" George asked, confused. "I would just make you do what I want as the favor. But with this, I wouldn't want to do to you what my father did to me." Dream, spoke nervously. "What? What are you asking? What about your father?" George was confused as hell, Dream never talked about himself or anything about his family or life before.

"It doesn't matter, but is there any way.. would you.." Dream paused as if thinking what to say next, which was odd for Dream since he was usually more outspoken.

"Would I what..?" George was more confused. "Would you like to do.... a sex with me..?" Dream huffed in a low tone, seemingly hesitant to actually ask George the question.

"Uh? Are you serious?" George looked into his mask eyes, "How? With your mask?" Dream scratched the back of his head. "You know what? This was stupid." Dream tried to leave, but George grabbed his arm. Usually, he would lash back, but instead, he just froze until George quickly let go.

"It's not, I mean," George paused. "I think it's not. If you don't hurt me and let me see Techno?" George questioned. "No.. George, only if you want to, i'll let you see Techno whether you do it or not." Dream sighed. "So I don't have to say yes?" George questioned, confused. Dream nodded his head.

George never had a choice before ever.. It was too good to be true. Right? George has thought about it before, and clearly Dream had to. George was just worried he would lose control.

"Again, what about your mask?" George questioned, trying to avoid the more serious questions. "What about it?" Dream asked, confused. "How are we going to kiss if you have that stupid thing on." George sighed. "Like we always do? I'm not taking it off." Dream crossed his arms, reminding George of a stubborn child.

George rolled his eyes. His plan clearly didn't work. "So.. is that a yes?" Dream's voice seemed cheery, as if he actually felt something. "Yes - but!" George stopped Dream before he answered. "You can not use your knife." George motioned towards his pocket. Dream sighed, "Fine."

George sat on the bed, Dream sat beside him. "Are you sure?" Dream asked nervously. It felt off that Dream was asking for George's opinion. "Yes, Dream. If I had doubts about this? Safe word, maybe?" George questioned, Dream just looked confused. "I- its like a word- like stop or pause or-? Do you know the light system?" George stumbled and struggled 
to explain to a really confused killer.

"Green means keep going, Yellow is slow down, and red is stop? Easy enough?" Dream tilted his head in what seemed like confusion. "Do you not drive a car?" George asked bluntly, raising his eyebrows. "Yes, but I don't follow the rules? What's the fun in that?" Dream chuckled as George rolled his eyes. Dream knew exactly what he was saying but was using the joke as a coping method.

"Dream please! Can you take this a bit more seriously..?!" George spoke in the most demanding tone, scaring himself while doing so. "I'm sorry. I got it." Dream tilted his head to seem more apologetic, George didn't know if he was manipulating him into guilt, which he probably was.

"Okay, I want to take this slow. You're in charge, right?" George looked to Dream's mask as if he could see Dream's reactions. "Of course," Dream said matter of factly. George sighed.

Why did I agree to this..

George watched with interest as Dream lifted his shirt, George had never seen Dream shirtless, so he was amazed. He was extremely strong and built, and George admired how he looked so ripped. "Dream? Can I?" George stared at his muscular body. He just wanted to feel everything.