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The first time it happened, it was unexpected. Not to say the other times weren’t, but you’re always caught off guard the first time anything unexpected happens. Or, at least, that’s how Wilbur felt. It had started as such an innocent thing, really. He was only gathering resources for himself, exploring the grounds of the server, nothing occupying his mind except ambition and excitement.
He didn’t expect to run into the owner of the server, though. Not that he was particularly afraid of him, no. He had fought an entire war against the man, their paths have crossed more than enough times for Wilbur to be accustomed to Dream himself. Running into him was nothing out of the ordinary. It was what he wanted that put Wilbur on edge.
“You want to give me supplies, just like that?” He asked, quirking a brow up in suspicion. It wouldn’t have been that hard to believe if it was anyone else, but he knew Dream better than most. He was the type of man to only offer something if he would get something in return, so he was wary.
“Yep. All the goods and resources you could ever need can be yours, on one condition.” There it was.
Wilbur paused, humming in thought. It could very well be a trap, but he needed supplies if he wanted to maintain a liveable situation. Leveling his options, he eventually sighed, giving in. “What’s the condition?”
Now, Wilbur was well aware Dream was wearing a mask. It was iconic, and essential, as the man never showed his face - but he could sense that smug smirk he was evidently wearing from a mile away.
“One night,” Dream said simply, shoving his gloved hands into the pocket of his green hoodie. “One night is all I ask.”
“One night to do what, exactly?” Wilbur asked, unable to help the curiosity that piqued in his mind.
“One night with you.”
Wilbur blinked, pausing as the implications of what he was really asking clicked in his head. As the realization set in, he felt his face grow warm, heat flushing from his head to his collarbone. “You- what?” He stuttered dumbly, definitely taken aback. “Why?”
Dream only shrugged in response. “I have my reasons. I don’t really see the need for me to disclose any details as to why I’m asking this of you. It’s a deal, an exchange. I give you resources, you give me, well... you. One night.”
“One night...” Wilbur repeated, more to himself if anything. It was already getting late, something he could tell by the orange, scarlet and pink hues of the sunset-induced sky around him. It would reach nighttime soon enough, and while Dream didn’t specify which night, he could guess that this was a time sensitive offer.
“One night,” Dream confirmed. Wilbur glanced over his figure offhandedly, and took in a breath of consideration. Dream was a decently attractive guy, if you looked past the whole no-face thing, and he held more power than anyone else on the server. Rationally, any adult would be dying to score a chance to sleep with him.
But was it worth it? Wilbur had a country to lead, and if word got out he was selling his body for supplies, his reputation was at risk of being tainted.
“Don’t worry, this stays between us. No one will hear about what happens, if it even happens at all,” Dream spoke up on cue, apparently reading his mind. Wilbur couldn’t tell if that last note was reassuring or not.
The brunette sighed, pursing his lips as he lifted his head back to meet the other man’s gaze in a futile attempt to appear confident. “One night it is, then.”
Dream let out an audible chuckle, and that alone was almost enough to make Wilbur regret his decision. Almost. “Alright. I’ll meet you later tonight.”
“Actually,” Wilbur said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “It’s already pretty late, isn’t it?”
Dream stilled, and suddenly Wilbur was well aware of what he had just said. “I mean, it’s already getting dark,” He added in a hurry, gesturing vaguely to the sky, which had taken on indigo and violet colors by now. “It’s just... an observation.”
“So, you want to do this now, is what you’re saying?” Dream asked, no readable inflection in his tone.
Wilbur shrugged, trying to seem indifferent as he scuffed at the grass beneath him with his boot, grinding it into the fresh dirt. “More like getting it over with.”
Dream let out another laugh, something that made the red tint on Wilbur’s cheeks deepen. “You’re a real prize, you know that, Wil?” The former said, amusement clear in his voice as he took his hands out of the pocket, letting his arms fall by his sides. “Come on then. Don’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Sure,” Wilbur mumbled, ignoring the teasing tone in favor of following the other as he began walking away, presumably leading him to somewhere they could get on with this ‘exchange,’ as Dream had put it.
Of all places, Wilbur didn’t expect to be led to a cave. At least it didn’t look completely natural, as told by the intricately carved details into the walls and what rushed furniture there was. It wasn’t much, just a table and some places to sit.
“You don’t live here, do you?” He asked, unable to hold back the genuine pity in his voice.
“No,” was the only answer he got back. He shrugged, taking the hint and letting it go.
He watched as Dream walked ahead, trailing his hands across the dusty stone walls. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of places, but Wilbur supposed they weren’t exactly here for romantic intentions. Unless, of course, you classified selling out your body in return for assets to survival as romantic.
“Have you done this before?” Dream asked, turning his body to face him.
Wilbur felt his own face begin to flush with heat again as he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Once or twice, yeah... just, ah, never with a guy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You don’t have to do much, just sit back and let me do all the work for you. I’m sure you’re used to that,” Dream remarked, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Whatever you’re implying, I don’t like it,” Wilbur huffed, his shoulders stiffening.
“Well trust me, you’re going to like this.”
He didn’t justify that remark with a dignified response, opting instead to shuffle forward awkwardly. “So... what do I-?”
He was cut off by a rough kiss, pulled in closer by his tie so harshly he practically crashed into Dream. It was anything but gentle, but surprisingly, Wilbur couldn’t find it in him to mind all too much. He noticed his mask was pushed to the side of his head, but he couldn’t make out too many facial features from this close proximity.
He gasped as he felt a knee slip between his legs, the other taking the opportunity to force his tongue into entry, all but shoving it down the unsuspecting president’s throat.
Wilbur let out a muffled moan as he felt Dream’s tongue brush against the roof of his mouth, tasting every inch of him before taking his lip between his teeth, biting at it abruptly.
Dream slid his hands down Wilbur’s sides, stopping at his lower torso where he began making quick work of undoing his belt and zipper, carelessly pulling them down to his knees with a sharp tug, never breaking the kiss or giving the other time to breathe.
It was all going by really fast, Wilbur’s head swirling with a flood of thoughts before he was unceremoniously pushed up against the wall, course cobblestone digging into his back uncomfortably.
He didn’t have room to complain, however, Dream’s advances being too much for him to think properly. The man in question nipped at his mouth again, lips bruised and abused. Dream finally pulled apart, finally leaving some space for oxygen. Wilbur heaved, gasping for air. “I didn’t expect that!” He said, mumble turning into a pitched yelp as Dream slid his hand down his boxers and groped at his dick.
“You’re already hard?” Dream chuckled darkly, looking up at Wilbur through lidded eyes, pupils dilated with a hunger he couldn’t help but be slightly afraid of. “Just from me kissing you? Kind of pathetic,” He smirked, a mean edge to his tone. Wilbur was ashamed at how that only deepened the red hue on his face, and not from anger.
“I just didn’t expect you to go so... hard,” He responded, grasping at any last threads of dignity he had left. Dream only laughed quietly, and Wilbur let put a shaky breath. Now that he had regained some sense of focus, he noticed Dream’s eyes were searing, cold and a shade of green akin to emeralds. Freckles dusted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and he had a jawline as sharp as his gaze, and he could see more of his dirty blonde hair that framed his face.
Overall, he didn’t find himself regretting this decision at all. His concentration was lost as quickly as it came back as Dream suddenly shoved his fingers into his mouth, nearly choking him. “Suck,” He commanded, voice giving no room for refusal.
Wilbur hesitantly obeyed, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he took the digits in his mouth, dragging his tongue along them, carefully making sure to coat them in a thick layer of his own saliva. He had half a mind to bite, just to see what would happen and if it would provoke the sadist in front of him, but his rationality prevented him from doing so.
Dream pulled his fingers out, glossed with spit as makeshift lubricant. He tugged Wilbur’s boxers down with his thumbs, not having the humanity to warn him before promptly inserting one coated finger inside his entrance.
Wilbur keened, eyes blown open at the sudden feeling. “Fuck’s sake! A warning next time would be nice,” He cursed, glaring down at the blonde, who didn’t share the same opinions.
“We’re doing this at my pace, Mr President,” He replied snidely, shoving a second digit to emphasize his point. Wilbur groaned, screwing his eyes shut. It was so, so different than any pleasures he had the benefit of experiencing before all of this, and honestly, it was uncomfortable. He didn’t see how any guy could possibly enjoy this— “Fuck!”
He gasped as Dream curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made him bite his lip so hard he swore he felt the taste of iron in his mouth. “There it is,” Dream hummed casually, pumping his fingers, repeatedly rubbing them across that same spot until Wilbur’s breathing had fell into an uneven beat.
Wilbur panted irregularly, fingernails digging into the stone walls, frantically searching for any surface to hold onto. He was slowly starting to see the appeal of things, groaning as he felt himself stretch in and out at a painfully slow pace.
“That should be good enough,” Dream finally said, pulling his fingers out without any remorse. Wilbur was quick to whine at the loss of something inside of him, opening his eyes to look at the offender.
“God, you’re such a whore. I pull away for two seconds and you’re already whimpering like a little bitch,” Dream sighed, but a satisfied smirk on his face betrayed the faux disappointment in his tone. “Didn’t expect a dignified president such as yourself to be such a slut.”
Wilbur whined again, rolling his hips against nothing, desperate to feel something again. “You’re a fucking prick,” He hissed, bringing his hands up to grasp at the green fabric of his hoodie. “Now quit with the talking and just fuck me already.”
Within moments he was spun around, back slamming against the hard edges of a stone table. “Shit!” He gasped, not having any time to register the situation before Dream yanked at his tie again, biting into the dip of his neck. A strangled moan slipped out of Wilbur’s throat, Dream sucking on the bitten area, licking at the bruise that formed. “You don’t call the shots here, understand?” He warned dangerously, looking down at the pinned man. “One more step out of line and I won’t be so forgiving.”
Wilbur nodded meekly, a prominent blush on his face at the dominant tone. “Yes sir,” He breathed out, rough hands sliding the deep blue coat of his down his back and elbows, stopping only to unbutton the white shirt beneath. Dream didn’t bother with taking the clothes off entirely, seeing as there was no point as long as he had more access to skin. He raked his eyes along Wilbur’s torso, the smooth, pale skin looking so pure, so clean and so untouched, aside from the single mark on his neck. He could change that.
He pulled his own pants down his thighs, along with his underwear, letting his hard cock spring up against his stomach, staining his hoodie with the beginnings of precum leaking from the red, throbbing tip.
Wilbur flushed at the sight, unable to find the right words to say as he watched Dream palm himself, rubbing the remains of the homemade lubricant he had left on his fingers along himself, letting out a rigid groan. “Fuck, I’ve waited for this for so long. Now I finally have you.”
A part of Dream wanted to fuck Wilbur at the borders of L’manburg, pound into him until he was shaking and crying so loud the whole country could hear their beloved president moan out his name, let the whole SMP know Wilbur was his.
“One night,” Wilbur reminded weakly, as if reading his mind, yet still hating the way his voice trembled.
“That’s all I need,” Dream grinned, spreading the other’s legs just one step away from aggressively, lining his cock up against the entrance before thrusting his full length inside.
Wilbur let out a choked moan, throwing his head back in shock, almost instantly wrapping his legs around Dream’s waist. He sighed, adjusting to the size before another thrust came in just as fast, eliciting another obscene noise. “Holy fuck, wait, big, it’s so-!”
“Good,” Dream said, bringing his hands to grip at the other’s hips, all but digging his fingernails into the soft skin, drawing out strained whines and whimpers, feeling the way Wilbur squirmed beneath his hold. He tightened his grip, slamming him down in place. Wilbur cried out, not getting the opportunity to complain as Dream pulled out, only to slam back in with equal roughness. “You’re such a mess. Damn lucky you’re a hot one, Wil.”
“Shit, it- it hurts. Don’t stop,” He gasped, chest heaving with every clipped breath he took. “Please.”
“Didn’t plan to, sweetheart,” Dream smiled, the encouragement only fueling him to go harder, ramming in and out at a strong, steady and unrelentless pace of his own. It wasn’t until Dream repositioned himself, angling at the perfect side to press directly onto his prostate. The moan that Wilbur let out was enough to bounce off the walls, echoing throughout the cavern.
Dream’s eyes flashed at that, pausing for just a moment to appreciate the pretty mess beneath him. Wilbur wasn’t even looking at him, which Dream took as an invitation to admire. Wilbur noticed the sudden stop, meeting his gaze with confusion. “Why’d you-?”
“You’re pretty.”
Wilbur pursed his lips, eyes widening at the praise, which was a very sharp contrast to the harsh words he was met with before. He flushed again, heat rising to his cheeks and ears as he turned away, covering his mouth with his hand. “That’s not an excuse to stop.”
Dream rolled his eyes, but it lacked the hostility his current actions had, instead a slight fondness breaking through, something neither of them noticed. “So fucking needy,” He said, picking up the pace. He thrusted inside the tight, warm heat that clamped around him, feeling his own breath hitch at the friction. He grabbed Wilbur’s hips again, lifting them from the table only a few inches, bobbing his lower torso, sliding him up and down his dick.
Wilbur whined at the sudden change, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill. It was so much, too much, and yet still not enough. “Fuck, Dream, I- can’t, more, fuck, please—“ He pleaded, incoherent nonsense spilling out of him, unable to form cohesive thoughts in his own mind.
Dream complied, giving it his all as he pounded into him, not stopping for any breaks or readjustments. He leaned down, nipping gently at one of the president’s pert nipples, taking it in his mouth and suckling on the bud teasingly. Wilbur whimpered, making futile attempts to writhe out of his grip to no avail, as every time he would attempt to inch away, Dream would only slam his waist back down onto the table without thought to the pain it caused.
A singular tear rolled down his cheek as Dream dished out the same treatment to the other nipple on his chest, before biting around it curtly. “Shit!” He gasped, throwing his head back again. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to curl in on himself or spread himself out, putting his whole body on display to be used.
Dream moved his mouth to his collarbone, hot breath making Wilbur’s skin tingle with anticipation before it was equally abused, unable to prevent the marks that Dream littered across his torso. Bruises and marks were spaced out his body like decoration, each time he felt teeth brush against his skin another tear replaced the last until he was completely crying.
He gasped for breath, a familiar pull in his abdomen signaling his closeness. “Dream, I- shit, I’m- I’m close, I can— fuck,” He sobbed, wet, hot tears cascading down his flushed face like paint down a canvas.
“You’re mine,” Dream said, biting just above his navel before looking up with lustful eyes, possession shining through evidently. “Fucking mine. You always were, and now I can finally prove it,” He growled, and Wilbur could only nod along aimlessly.
“Say it,” Dream said, ramming into his prostate again. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” Wilbur cried, thighs trembling with sensitivity. “Yours, I’m yours, please, Dream, just- I’m so- please!” He begged, heat burning his skin, need rushing through his blood.
“Fuck,” Dream cursed. “You’re so good. Such a good boy, all for me, huh? So pretty for me.” He laughed. “You’re such a mess, all because of me. You belong to me,” He said, knuckles glowing white from his harsh grip, nails tinted red with blood. “I own you.”
A pained sob was ripped out of Wilbur’s throat as he came, hips stuttering and mind blanking as he tainted his slim stomach with his white streaks.
But it didn’t stop.
Dream kept ramming into him, tears rushing down his face at the intensity, sensitivity overloading him to the brim. He cried harder, his voice breaking, getting caught between short cuts of whatever breaths he would manage to get. “Dream, please, too much, too- you’re too much, fuck, please!”
Too much, too much, too much—!
Dream came with a groan, draining himself inside the crying brunet, shaking with overstimulation. He panted, chest rising along with him, harnessing all his strength as to not collapse ontop of him right then and there.
His eyes trailed up Wilbur’s body, fragments of skin glowing red and purple from the markings he had left along the flesh, leading his gaze up to his face. His cheeks glowed red, streaks of tears dripping down his chin and neck. His curly brown hair was reduced to a mess, strands sticking to the sweat of his forehead. He was—
“Beautiful.”
Wilbur whimpered, meeting his gaze reluctantly. “Thanks...” He mumbled, embarrassment setting in.
Dream huffed out a soft laugh, brushing his thumb across the wetness of his cheek. “Such a pretty fucking mess.”
With that, he pushed himself up off the table, quietly pulling his trousers back up his legs, failing to look back at the fucked out boy beside him. “There’s a chest hidden below the back left corner, take what you want from there.”
Wilbur shakily sat up, blinking hazily. “Wait,” He murmured feebly, running a hand through his matted mess of curls.
Dream tilted his head, looking back up. “What? You upheld your end of the deal, now it’s my turn. Take your stuff, prettyboy-“
He was cut off with a sudden kiss planted firmly on his lips, his eyes widening at the bold move. Wilbur brought his hands up his face, entangling his fingers between his hair as his free hand tore the mask off his face, tossing it aside onto the dirty cavern floor.
He pulled away as quickly as he initiated the kiss, ears burning with humiliation, and yet, he tried his best to look confident. He wasn’t sure if it was working all that well. “Uh... how do you feel about one more night?”
Dream blinked, staring at him blankly for a few tense moments, before the corners of his lips twisted into a sinister smirk. “One more night?”
Wilbur nodded.
Dream shrugged, sliding his hands down the brunet’s hips, bringing their bodies together, leaning in for the third kiss of the night, however outstandingly different, passion and care filling their mouths as Wilbur quickly returned the action. Dream parted again, gazing into the pools of auburn and hazel.
“One more night.”