dream - wilbur soot x bart sampson

this is so fucking old im-

(hey so uh. screeches loudly and runs away into my rat-infested sewer)

It was late at night when Wilbur heard knocking on his apartment door.

He pulled the covers over his head and buried his face in his pillow, hoping whoever was knocking went away. They didn't, and only began knocking louder.

Sighing in annoyance, Wilbur forced himself to sit up and quickly slip on a shirt. Whoever was at the door clearly wasn't going to leave until he answered.

He walked to the door and began awkwardly fumbling with the lock, before swinging the door open.

There stood Bart Sampson, wearing his signature red shirt and blue jeans. "You are Wilbur Soot, correct?"

Wilbur found himself unable to move. "This isnt... b-but you're not...." He was lost for words.

"I'm 100% real, Wilbur," He reaches out his hand and grabbed Wilbur's arm, "And I have to talk to you."

Wilbur shoved Bart back and slammed the door in his face. He quickly locked the door and rushed back into his room, pulling the covers over his head.

This had to be some kind of dream. There was no way this was actually happening. He shut his eyes as tight as he could, trying to fall back asleep so that he could wake up from this nightmare, but his racing heart prevented him from sleeping.

"Wilbur~" Bart's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You can't hide forever."

Panic surged through Wilbur's veins as he heard his bedroom door open. He felt tears in his eyes as he held tightly onto his pillow.

Bart threw the blanket off the bed. His black eyes widened in shock as he saw Wilbur sobbing into his pillow. "Don't hurt me, please." He begged.

Bart reached out his hand and wiped the tears off Wilbur's face. "I would never try to hurt you." He said softly, pressing a yellow finger to Wilbur's slightly parted lips.

Wilbur looked deeply into Bart's eyes. The cartoon character's passionate gaze pierced Wilbur's soul and seemed to ignite some sort of strange feeling within him.

Will crawled into Bart's lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He bit his bottom lip, trying his best to restrain the insatiable lust he was feeling.

As their lips touched, Wilbur almost seemed to lose control, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing him until the sun rose in the sky.

He pinned Bart down on the bed, beginning to kiss his neck. Bart raised his head slightly as Wilbur left dark yellow bruises on the skin of his neck.

After a few more minutes, Wilbur was exhausted. He pressed his face into Bart's chest as he felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep.

When he awoke, Bart was no longer in his bed. He shut his eyes, recalling everything he loved about Bart. The way he smelt, the warmth of his skin, his beautiful eyes. He smiled, hugging a pillow to his chest.

Even if it was just a dream, it was the best dream he'd ever had.