Dream POV

Why? Why? Why! Just why! Why was this happening! Why did this have to happen! Agh! I flipped onto my stomach and screamed into the pillow. I. Hated. This. But I loved it at the same time. I loved my best friend. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?

George, Sapnap, and I were just chatting as friends do when Sapnap started going off about Quackity and Karl. The three were engaged and you could tell they loved each other a lot. Sapnap was explaining how he felt towards them.

"It's like, oh how do I say this, it's like that feeling of drinking hot chocolate after going sledding for hours on a cold winter day but it's a hundred times better then that." Sap sighed lightly, a goofy smile on his face. He really does love the two.

"Huh. That cool." George looked sort of sad. He was staring at his hands which were fiddling with the edge of his shirt. Sapnap noticed and patted his back.

"You'll find someone." George muttered something under his breath in response but didn't speak up, only nodding in response.

Dream had still been wrapping his head around Sapnap's words. The feeling his friend had described sounded awfully familiar. Then it hit him. He'd felt that way before. He still felt that way. He felt that way towards... George. He loved his best friend. Oh thats not good.

George POV

Sap, Dream, and I were sitting in a field, teasing and chatting and just enjoying each other's company. Something had set Sapnap off talking about his fiancés. Him, Quackity, and Karl were engaged and going steady. The three loved each other. It was evident in even the way they looked at each other. Sap was going on about how he felt around the two when he said something that... resonated with me somehow.

"It's like, oh how do I say this, it's like that feeling of drinking hot chocolate after going sledding for hours on a cold winter day but it's a hundred times better then that." The ravenette grinned dopily and sighed. He was lost in his own little world wasn't he. The feeling he described sounded oddly similar to- oh. Oh no. That couldn't be right. There was no way. Oh gods. Oh gods that's how I felt about Dream. Oh no. I- I like my best friend. No, I love my best friend. Fiddling with the edge of my shirt I spoke quietly.

"Huh. That sounds cool." I knew the blonde sitting mere feet away would never love me. There was no way.

"You'll find someone." Sap patted my back reassuringly and smiled. If only he knew.

"I have. There's just no way he likes me back." I didn't even mean to say it I just did. Luckily neither seemed to notice. Why did I have to be in love with my best friend?

3rd person POV

Dream was fed up. He loved his best friend and he couldn't live with himself if he never told him. The blonde decided that even if it ruined their friendship he was going to tell the brunette how he felt on the off chance George might return the feelings. Marching down the familiar path to his friends home he mulled over the hat to say.

Dream POV

I walked down the path wondering how to say this. I was going to confess my love to my best friend and probably destroy our friendship in the process. It might not be worth it but I would feel guilty if I didn't.

A small patch of color appeared in the corner of my eye causing me to freeze. Flowers? Flowers! Flowers were romantic right? Ya flowers were romantic. Walking over to the patch of colorful blooms I smiled. There were roses and blue orchids here. Roses were romantic and blue orchids were Gogy's favorite. Plucking a few stems I gripped the bouquet lightly, hoping to not bruise the felicite plants.

After that little detour I started heading to Gogy's house once again. I noticed a slight spring in my step but I didn't care. If this worked out well then I might not end up pushing away my closest friend. All to soon I reached his door. It was now or never. Raising my free hand I formed a fist and knocked. Once. Twice. Thrice. No turning back now.

George's POV

I was debating whether or not to tell Dream that I liked, no loved, him. It would probably destroy our friendship and drive him away and I wasn't sure I could live without him. Yet on the other hand I wasn't sure if I could live with bottling up my feelings. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Who the hell was that? I wasn't expecting anyone. Was I? No I wasn't. Well there would be no harm in seeing what whoever it was wanted.

Not wanting to keep them waiting I went over and opened the door. To my surprise it was the very man I'd been thinking about. Guess this was one of those 'speak of the devil' moments.

"Hey Dream what's up?" The blonde in front of me took a deep breath and pulled out a small bouquet of roses and blue orchids.

What he said next shocked me.

3rd person POV

"George I think, no I know, love you. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you and so here I am. I understand if you-" The blondes small speech was cut off by a quick peck on the cheek from the shorter man.

"Love you back? Absolutely." The brunette grabbed Dream's wrist and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind them. Gently he placed the flowers in a vase before returning to the main room where he'd left the blonde.

"I certainly wasn't expecting that." Dream chuckled lightly and removed his mask, setting on a side table. He's shown George his face years ago and multiple times since yet it never failed to stun the shorter.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Dream flushed a bright red at George's words.

"N- No." His answer was only a whisper but the brunette heard and smiled softly.

"Well you are gorgeous." Dream smiled back. Things worked out after all.

"Well it's late enough and I'm bored so let's celebrate love by getting drunk shall we?" Dream chuckled and nodded watching as George went back to the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a bottle of wine. After pouring a glass for both of them George raised his.

"To love." Dream smiled and clinked his own glass against George's.

"To love." The two both took a sip and started chatting. As the night went on the bottle was drained. And by the time they were half way through their second bottle both were just drunk enough to may not be the most rational decision makers.

"Can I kiss you?" George's words were slightly slurred and drunken.

"Yes. Please do." Dream had a dopey grin on his face and leaned towards the brunette who mirrored the action. The two stopped centimeters away from one another, the space was quickly closed by George. The kiss was passionate and filled with love. The shorter bit the blondes bottom lip softly, asking for entrance. Dream obliged instantly letting the brunette explore every nook of his mouth. George pulled away after a moment, both panting and trying to catch their breath. A smirk clung to the edges of George's mouth. He leaned down a whispered into the blondes ear.

"Want to take this to the bedroom." Drunk and lustful Dream nodded vigorously.

"Needy are we? God damn slut." Dream whimpered lightly. Something about George calling him a 'slut' felt good. Really good.

"You like that?" The smirk deepened on George's lips but turned into a frown when Dream nodded.

"Your going to use your words." It was a demand. One Dream was intent on meeting.

"O- okay." George's frown deepened.

"That would be 'yes sir' you whore." George stood and pulled Dream up quickly, giving him no time to respond. He dragged the stumbling blonde down a hall and into his bedroom, again shutting the door behind them. Pushing the taller onto the bed he smiled.

"Your going to need punishment now." Dream moaned slightly. He wanted nothing more then the top to use him, fuck him senseless. George sneered at the noise.

"God you are a needy slut aren't you." Dream started to nod but remembered George's demand.

"I'm your slut sir. All yours. Please sir, use me, fuck me, do whatever you want with me sir." Dream felt the tightness in his pants and wanted nothing more then to take them off but something told him that his sire wouldn't like that.

"Oh really?" George sounded skeptical and approached the blonde. Dream was fidgeting on the bed and George could see the slight bulge in his pants. The bottom nodded quickly, forgetting to speak.

"Use your words you damn slut. You know what. Strip." George spoke sternly. Dream was surprised but obeyed, anxious to get the too tight pants off. He slipped off his bright green hoodie and the white tee-shirt he had on under it, before moving down. The blonde slipped his pants off followed quickly by his boxers. He shivered as the cool air encased him. Dream's face flushed brightly as George moved closer, climbing on top of him.

"Good boy." George slipped his own blue tee-shirt off slowly and meticulously as to tease the blonde. It worked incredibly well. The man under him arched his back, silently begging to be touched.

"Please sir! I need you!" Dream whined as George went slowly slipped his jeans and boxers off as well.

"Well if your sick a needy slut you'll be okay doing me a favor right?" Dream nodded quickly wanting nothing more then to please his sire.

"Sit up and get off the bed." George sat back on his knees waiting for the blonde to follow the instructions. Hurriedly Dream did. As soon as he was off George moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed the blonde's hair. Harshly he pushed the bottom to his knees before slipping off the bed himself and standing in front of him.

"You going to suck me off you whore." The demand surprised the blonde to say the least but he obliged and began hurriedly, wanting to keep his sire happy.

Dream began licking stripes up and down George's shaft before licking the growing dot of pre-cum off the tip. Slowly he wrapped his mouth around the brunette's cock, pulling it farther into his mouth. Dream savored every sound that George was making through out the process.

Suddenly the hand in his hair tugged his head down the entire shaft. His nose was in the brunette pubes and the tip of George's cock was hit the back of his throat making him gag slightly.

George starting thrusting into Dream's mouth groaning at every vibration the bottom sent up his length. The blonde was tearing up, George's member hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. With a particularly loud moan the brunette cummed into the blonde's mouth, filling it with the sticky liquid. It was a lot more then Dream expected and he choked on it as he swallowed. Panting George pulled out of Dream's mouth and crouched to meet his eyes.

"Good little slut. You still have a bit of a problem now don't you? Let's solve it shall we." George smirked and pulled Dream up to a standing position. Quickly he pushed the blonde onto the bed for a second time.

"Hands and knees, ass in the air." Dream obeyed quickly, eager to be relieved of the uncomfortable sensation in his dick. Once he was in the requested position, George put two fingers in front of his face.

"Suck." Dream took the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, licking them in hopes of getting the top to fuck him sooner. Once George deemed they were covered enough he pulled them from the blonde's mouth. After only moments Dream cried out as one finger was abruptly into his hole. Once he adjusted the second was added making the blonde cry out once again.

"G- George just f- fuck me already!" George chuckled as he scissored inside the mans ass.

"Hold on you needy slut. You rather I fuck you without any prep?" Honestly that option sounded rather appealing to Dream in his list clouded mind. Squirming and pushing up on George's fingers he scoffed giving the brunette all the answer he needed.

Slowly George pulled his fingers out of the blonde's ass leaving him feeling cold and empty. It only took a second before Dream screamed due to George suddenly shoving his cock into his hole.

"GEORGE!" The brunette chuckled and squirmed slightly inside of the blonde.

"Can I move?" He whispered into the blondes ear sending shivers down his spine and further more causing him to squirm around the top. Dream nodded quickly, not quite adjusted to George's size but he didn't need to know that.

Slowly George began thrusting in and out of the bottom, pace meticulous and irritating. After a moment he began speeding up, drawing moans from the bottom.

"You like me fucking your ass slut? Who would think the Dream was a bottom." The words made the already growing knot in Dream's stomach become almost unbearable. It only took a few more thrusts for George to hit a spot that made him moan louder then before.

"R- right there! F- fuck that f- feels g- good!" Dream spoke between moans. George began thrusting harder, attempting to, and successfully, hitting the spot each time. After just a few more thrusts Dream cried out.

"G- George I'm gon- aH" Dream cut himself off with a scream as he cummed onto the sheets below him. George moaned at the sight and continued to thrust into the man below him, pace becoming less consistent.

"In or out?" George asked as he felt the ball in his gut grow. Dream knew what he was referring to and muttered quietly.

"In." That was all George needed. With a final thrust into the blonde he cummed. Dream moaned as he felt the warm liquid fill him. George began to pull out before Dream reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Stay." It was a simple request but George was a bit apprehensive.

"Are you sure?" Dream nodded sleepily and George was also starting to feel the affects of fatigue crawling over him. Carefully the brunette layer them both down, managing to stay inside of tired bottom. As soon as their heads hit the pillow the two passed out like that. Well, not before tried 'good night's and 'I love you's were exchanged.