Conjugal Visitation

"But listen, I have something you want. And you have something I want." Despite the fact that he was the one with the weapon, Quackity felt very exposed as Dream's eyes raked up and down his body. "Wouldn't I have more incentive to tell you the truth if I get something in return?"

Quackity has questions. Dream agrees to answer them...on a few conditions. Or, the real reason Quackity's been visiting Dream every day. (it's because they're boning. That's it that's the fic)

Or: Dream trades the revival book for Quackity's fat ass

Or: this tag is full of non-con so here's some fun enemies-with-benefits hate sex

Originally posted to ao3, and will continue to be updated there dw. I'll probably publish a chapter a week on here.