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Dream is prowling the near-empty courtroom, and Tommy can’t take his eyes off him.
“He’s a danger to society.” Dream says, flatly. Tommy smirks at him from where he lounges in one of the chairs.
“So are you!” Tubbo says, throwing his arms into the air. “This is just- bullshit, and you know it.”
Right. Tubbo. Tubbo who is also here. In the courtroom, defending him.
They’re trying to get this settled before Dream actually takes him to court, so Tubbo is doing the talking while Tommy sits there and looks pretty. Or, in Tubbo’s words, “Just shut up, don’t move, and for the love of god, don’t fucking taunt him.”
Tommy leans back in his chair, letting his head fall back. He rolls his neck to the side, trailing a hand up to brush his throat.
Dream pauses in his pacing to look at Tommy.
“…There needs to be consequences.” Dream says, looking away again. Tommy doesn’t sulk about it. “He can’t get away with this shit just because he’s the vice president of some stupid little country.”
Tubbo bristles, nearly hissing at him, and Tommy does snarl, before he remembers that he’s supposed to be quiet. Dream looks back at him though, and gives him a dark smirk.
Tommy bares his teeth. Dream is a dick. A dick who looks amazing in this lighting. A murderous, power hungry asshole who just also happens to have very kissable lips. Tommy hates him. Tommy wants him. Tommy— blinks, as he realizes that Dream is trying to get a rise out of him.
Dream can press his buttons faster than anyone else alive. Tommy had once gotten mad because Dream sighed too much. The resulting argument had destroyed nearly twenty feet of the prime path.
However, however, he can make this work. Tommy is just as skilled at riling Dream up.
When he thinks about it like that, it’s almost too easy.
Tommy sighs, and holds his own cheek in his hand. He makes sure Dream is watching before he licks a long, slow stripe from his palm to the tip of his finger.
Dream freezes.
“… And another thing!” Tubbo is saying. “You don’t get to just decide that treaties are invalid. You’re not even the King. So, there.”
Dream doesn’t say anything, as Tommy has taken his pointer finger into his mouth, and is sucking on it in a way that would make a decent man blush.
“Hello?” Tubbo says, waving a hand in front of Dream’s face, “Earth to Dream?”
“What?” Dream snaps, shaking his head. “I mean— no. Tommy needs to be charged for this. It’s only… right. He needs to…”
Tommy has taken two of the fingers into his mouth now, and is taking his time in making them absolutely sloppy. There’s literally spit dripping down his hand and yes, it’s disgusting, but Dream isn’t even forming words right now. It’s incredible.
“Needs to what?” Tubbo says, “What is wrong with you? Is this conversation too boring for high and mighty Dream?”
Tommy slides the hand out of his mouth and under his leg just as Tubbo turns to look at him. He goes for an innocent look, but Tubbo narrows his eyes at him anyway.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“Me?” Tommy says, putting his dry hand over his heart. “You think that I would—”
Tubbo holds a hand up. “No speaking.” He says. “Just… No.”
Dream has gathered his wits again, and turns away from Tommy to continue the argument.
Well. That won’t do.
Tommy shoots an apologetic look at Tubbo, who instantly looks afraid. He wonders why.
And then Tommy plays dirty.
It’s sad to say that what happened before wasn’t dirty, to Tommy’s standard, but he’s been winning arguments with Dream for the past month. Well-- shutting them down, maybe. Every time they’re together for more than a minute they’re fighting, and anytime they’re fighting for more than three minutes, they’re making out. Then it’s just a matter of how fast they can get each other’s clothes off.
So no, Tommy doesn’t consider making obscene gestures at Dream "fighting dirty". But, as he begins to rub his scent glands, he reflects that maybe, just maybe, Dream’s lack of morals are rubbing off on him. Just a bit.
Tubbo sees his where his hand is and manages to both pale and blush. It’s a feat. Tommy knows his best friend is the best man ever though, because he doesn’t stop badgering Dream, just increases the amount of legal bullshit he throws the other man’s way. He does stop looking at Tommy though, staring morosely at the wall.
The first sign of success is Dream’s back growing stiff. He’s still facing away from him so he doesn't get to see the expression he makes when he realizes what's happening. Still, even though Tommy isn't paying any attention to the conversation, he can tell that Dream's sentences are trailing off more often than not.
Tommy is a bit distracted, focused on how good massaging his scent glands feels. It’s not inherently erotic, but it feels fucking amazing. Like relaxing his jaw when he didn’t even know it was clenched. His whole body relaxes.
Tubbo is sending venomous glares his way in between his barbs at Dream, which, fair. He’s probably going to stink of Tommy for days. They normally share scents just through their own casual touches and how often they spend time together, but intentionally spreading his scent like this is considered… a bit gauche.
Tommy doesn’t stop, though.
Dream’s ears have gone bright red, bright enough that Tommy can tell from his seat. He watches with hooded eyes as Dream starts fidgeting.
His foot taps quick, quick, quick against the floor. He clenches his hand around the air. He coughs into his fist. Tommy lets out a shaky breath and Dream twitches, crushing the instinct to turn around and look.
Neither Dream or Tubbo are speaking now, and Tommy stops rubbing at his scent gland for a second. He feels a little woozy, anyway.
“I hate you.” Tubbo says, with feeling. “Both of you, actually. You both fucking suck. Just… figure this out between yourselves. Do not,” He points an accusing finger at each of them, “Get L’Manberg involved in any more of your… fucking, lovers spats, do you understand me? Fucking ridiculous.”
He stalks off, and Tommy hears him jump off the sky bridge into the water below.
Dream hasn’t turned around, so Tommy gets up off his chair.
“What’s wrong, Dream?” He says, snaking an arm around Dream’s chest. “Cat got your tongue?”
He presses himself fully into Dream’s back, reveling in the way he can feel his growl reverberating into his chest.
“I hate you.” Dream says.
Tommy smiles, pressing a kiss into Dream’s neck.
“Good.” He says, licking at Dream’s pulse. “Good.”
Tommy isn’t exiled. Tubbo tells everyone that the whole thing is some lover’s spat gone wrong, and no one even listens to Dream’s excuses after that. It’s great, Tommy didn’t want to be exiled but—
“Why does everyone buy that?” Tommy asks, after Tubbo has debriefed the cabinet. “Like… what?”
Quackity snickers, and sends Tommy a smirk. “Did you guys think you were being subtle? That’s not really in your nature, Tommy.”
Fundy is more crude.
“You smell like him. All the time.” He grimaces. “It’s kind of disgusting, actually.”
“You take that back!” Tommy shouts, “I do not smell disgusting.”
“But you do smell like Dream.”
Tommy doesn’t have an answer for that one. “Just… because I smell like him…” Everyone shares pointed glances above his head and Tommy flushes. “Fine! Just because we… fuck, it doesn’t mean we’re together. It wasn’t a ‘lovers spat’, because we aren’t lovers.”
Tubbo gives him a pitying look. “Have you told Dream that?”
“We’re not… a thing.”
“Of course not.” Dream says, walking into the church. “We’re people. Not things. Didn’t think you were that dumb.”
“Shut up!” Tommy says, standing up from the pew. “I mean… we aren’t an item. Fucking— we’re not lovers, dumbass!”
Dream slides his mask to the side of his face so Tommy can see the incredulous expression on it.
“Really?” Dream says.
Tommy huffs, and tries not to be obvious about the way he’s tasting Dream’s scent on the air. It helps that he can see Dream is doing the same.
“Just because we… fuck around a bit, it doesn’t make us lovers.” Tommy tries to spit the word out, but it trips his tongue. He feels like he’s swallowing the word, now that Dream is here, in front of him. Lovers. Ha.
Dream walks up to him, the light from the windows turning him all golden. Tommy could count his freckles, here.
“I kind of think the fact that we’re fucking does make us lovers, by definition.” Dream says.
“Well I don’t give a shit about what you think.” Tommy hisses, stepping into Dream’s personal space. “So we’re not. End of story.”
Dream hums, eyes locked onto Tommy’s. “What is a lover in your mind, then? Since I’m not it.”
“What kind of question is that?” Tommy asks, breaking eye contact. “I just- I mean, It’s… someone you like, yeah?” He wraps his arms around himself. “It’s someone you go home to. Someone who… makes you feel loved. Obviously.” The last bit comes out a mumble, and Tommy has to fight down the urge to growl.
Dream steps even closer, and Tommy’s eyes snap to him.
“I could be that, for you.” Dream says, reaching out to stroke Tommy’s cheek.
Tommy smacks the hand away. “Fuck off.” He says, taking a hasty step back. “I just said we weren’t doing that, it wasn’t— it wasn’t a fucking invitation!”
Dream frowns as Tommy pulls away, reeling at how quick his fear had bubbled up. Teasing Dream with heated glances, with quickies in the tower by his house, all that's fine. More than fine, it’s great. He doesn’t have to think about things like love, or what Dream wants, or the scary reality of who Dream is.
Murderer. Tyrant. Terror.
“Let me show you, then.” Dream murmurs, making his face go soft. It would be scarier, but Tommy is attuned to Dream’s scent. He knows the tinge it takes when it sours, and he recognizes the heat that enters it now. Excitement.
Tommy feels a bit like Pavlov in the way he relaxes. No, feelings he can’t do. But Dream just trying to show him a good time? Hell yeah.
Tommy doesn’t waste time as he tangles a hand in Dream’s hair. He pulls him down into a kiss, fully relaxing when Dream licks hungrily into his mouth.
And fuck, Dream is a good kisser. It’s nearly violent, he's so desperate with it. He’s wrapping his arms around Tommy, a rumble building up in his chest. When they break away, Tommy feels like he’s high as he sees the eagerness in Dream’s face.
Dream groans at whatever he sees in Tommy, and pulls them right back in.
Tommy lets himself get lost in it, of their bodies pressing against each other. They both unequip their armor in a practiced flash and then Tommy is letting out a purr as Dream’s hands rub up and down his spine.
He pants into Dream’s mouth, running his fingers through the hair at Dream’s neck. He knocks the mask fully off Dream’s face with a careless gesture. Dream just pulls him tighter, one hand hot and heavy against the small of his back, the other resting at the nape of his neck.
Their scents both spike as Dream presses his hip into Tommy’s, and Tommy wastes no time in grinding his dick against Dream’s. It’s a shallow thing, when they’re separated by layers of clothing, but when Dream is here, surrounding him, it feels like they’re merged into one.
Dream groans again, and pulls away from the kiss to stare at Tommy in wonder.
“Do you even know what you do to me?" He asks, breathless.
Tommy is panting a bit himself, slowly thrusting his hips against Dream’s.
“What,” Tommy says, voice deceptively light, “Do you want me to stop?”
Dream glares down at him and Tommy laughs, before he leans forward to press a kiss to Dream’s jaw.
Dream lets him, one hand reaching down to cup Tommy’s ass. Tommy groans, bucking against him. He kisses down his throat, sighing into the skin before he sucks on it, watching with something aching and needy as the bruise begins to form.
Dream’s hands on him tighten, and he gently thrusts his own hips against Tommy’s.
“Mine.” Tommy breathes, before he nibbles on another delicate patch of skin. He wants to paint his whole body like this, wants to mark Dream everywhere.
Tommy feels the rush of adrenaline to his glands and flushes. He’s in dangerous territory, thinking about marking Dream up like that. He shakes the thought away. He closes his eyes and tries to get lost in the pleasure, rocking against Dream. He revels in the way they fit together, Dream helping him grind up with the hand on his ass.
He lets instinct guide his lips, paying for it quick. He freezes when his kiss begins to tease at the edge of Dream’s mating gland.
They both still, with Dream not even breathing. Tommy has only a second to think. Shit, shit, shit. Play it off, or own up?
He looks up at Dream through his lashes.
“Something you want, alpha?” He whispers, pulse racing in his own throat.
Dream snarls, shoving him until Tommy’s back is pressed against the wall of the church. He cages him in with his body, pressing his nose into Tommy’s pulse.
“I want you all the time.” Dream murmurs, letting a hand trail down to rest against Tommy’s Adams apple. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
Tommy smirks, before he lets out a breathy moan of his own as Dream reaches a hand down to his abdomen, pressing him still against the wall. He tries to buck his hips but he can’t move.
Shit, but Dream is strong.
“I could be such a good alpha for you, Tommy.” Dream whispers, rubbing his cheek against Tommy’s. “I could take such good care of you.”
Tommy closes his eyes as he feels Dream’s stubble rub against his own. His scent is so strong like this, so close. It sets Tommy’s nerves alight.
He takes a beat to just breathe. “Prove it.” He whispers, raising his eyes to meet Dream’s fervent stare.
Dream huffs out a breath, but he backs up all the same. Tommy is confused for a beat, wondering if he somehow pushed too far and Dream is actually going to walk away, before Dream drops to his knees.
Tommy’s breath catches as Dream smirks up at him, untying Tommy’s trousers.
“Oh, shit.” He mutters, eyes widening as Dream pulls his pants down. Tommy’s cock snaps up to hit his stomach, and he’s a bit embarrassed by how hard he is from just some grinding.
“Beautiful,” Dream murmurs, trailing a finger down form Tommy’s navel to just above his dick. He doesn’t touch it though, just wraps his big hands around Tommy’s thighs.
Tommy watches, enthralled, as Dream tenderly kisses the side of his cock.
“Ah—,” Tommy’’s breath hitches, and he feels like he’s flying through the air as he stares at Dream’s pink lips. Dream looks up at him through his lashes as he kisses his way up to the head, watching Tommy all the while. He’s still got that smug fucking smirk on his face.
“Fuck,” Tommy says, hands twitching against the wall, wanting to hold on to something. “Fuck, Dream, come on, man.”
Dream’s eyes crinkle as the smirk turns into a smile, and then he takes Tommy into his mouth.
“Ohh, fuck.” Tommy groans. Dream sucks down his cock, sweet and slow, and sends Tommy’s head thumping against the church’s wall. Dream’s mouth is hot and wet and right, and all Tommy wants to do is get lost in it.
Dream can read his fucking mind, apparently, because he bobs his head, taking more of Tommy down each time.
“Shit.” Tommy hisses, nails digging into the walls, “Feels good. So good.” Dream sighs around his cock and Tommy’s throat bobs as he swallows down a groan.
Tommy can’t hide his moan once Dream finally takes him all the way to the base. Dream’s mouth is heaven, and Tommy has never seen anything as beautiful as Dream down on his knees, looking up at him hungrily.
“Fuck,” Tommy says, hand finally reaching out to tangle in Dream’s hair. “Is that- is that the best you can do?”
Dream’s eyes widen, like he’d really thought that Tommy would turn into the same drooling mess he had the first time. Like Tommy hadn’t already been overstimulated and in fucking heat.
Dream’s eyes narrow, and Tommy can see the message there. Challenge accepted.
Dream swallows around his dick, and Tommy curses, one leg twitching out. It thunks against Dream’s own leg, and the man catches it between his thighs.
“Ah!” Tommy says, hand tightening around Dream’s hair. “I— oh my god.”
Tommy lets out a shuddering breath and Dream is back to sucking him off, now with fun little things like “swallowing” and “humming” thrown in.
Tommy can’t help reacting to them, letting out little gasps and moans that have Dream staring up at him like he can’t look away.
Tommy’s leg twitches again, and it’s Dream’s turn to groan, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh, fuck me.” Tommy moans as Dream’s voice echoes around his dick. He has to press his shoulders into the cool wall to keep from wrapping his body around Dream’s head. He looks down, past Dream’s beautiful lips, past his hands, and down to where Tommy’s lower leg is trapped, firmly caught between Dream’s thighs.
Bingo.
He moves it slowly, rocking it back and forth, and Dream glares at him, like he knows Tommy’s about to do something he won’t like.
Fair enough. That’s most things involving Dream and Tommy.
“Come on, Dream,” Tommy says, voice hoarse. “You’re showing me you can take care of me, yeah? Might as well prove you can take care of yourself too.”
Dream growls at the implied insult, and the sound goes straight to his dick. Literally. Tommy moans, high pitched and verging on a whine.
Below him, Dream’s breath hitches. He thrusts his hips automatically, and then stops when he realizes what he’s doing.
Tommy pants down at him. “So good.” Tommy says, watching Dream with the same single minded focus being given right back to him. “You look so good when you do that, Dream. Come on, I want to see you to get yourself off. Or can’t you do even that?”
Dream stills completely, throat bobbing. He furrows his brow. Tommy is entranced by the blush working its way across Dream’s cheeks.
“Don’t tell me an alpha like you is embarrassed.” Tommy says, voice dark. He brushes Dream’s hair off his forehead, a teasing tilt to his mouth. “Or are you just too weak?”
Dream’s lips twist into a snarl around Tommy’s cock, and he bites back a whine as Dream licks hard against his cock head’s slit.
“Fuck.” Tommy hisses, pressing his leg into Dream’s thighs. “Come on, Dream. Come on, take care of us, yeah?”
Dream’s mouth softens around him, and he spares one look at the longing in Tommy’s face before he hesitantly rocks his hips against Tommy’s boot.
Tommy lets out a loud groan. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as when he was humming around his cock, doesn’t feel much like anything, but it’s far more erotic. It’s probably the hottest thing Tommy has ever seen, Dream flushed with embarrassment as he looks away. Dream rutting against him, Dream’s lips wrapped around Tommy’s cock.
“You’re perfect.” Tommy says.
Dream shudders and closes his eyes, and thrusts more firmly against Tommy’s boot. He can feel every hitched breath around his dick, and he revels in it. He’s not even sucking anymore, but Tommy is as hard as he’s ever been. He can feel slick leaking out of him.
“Come on Dream,” Tommy says, lightly pulling on Dream’s hair. “Thought you were gonna make me feel good?”
Dream stares up at him like he’s lost, and Tommy nearly cums then and there.
Instead, Dream just opens his mouth and stops moving altogether.
Tommy hesitates, and begins to pull his hand out of Dream’s hair, but his hand shoots out to hold Tommy’s wrist in place.
Tommy raises an eyebrow, until he realizes what Dream wants, and he flushes all the way down to his chest.
“Fuck.” Tommy says, beginning to thrust shallowly into Dream’s mouth. “Fuck, you’re just good at everything, aren’t you?”
Dream hums around him, scent pleased, looking blissed out. His pupils are blown wide when he can see them past his fluttering lashes.
“Does it feel good? Taking care of me so well?” Tommy asks, going at a steady pace, even though all he wants to do is choke Dream on his cock. Or ride him. Or both. Shit, now there’s an idea, if it weren’t physically impossible.
“Hey,” Tommy says, waiting until Dream’s eyes lock onto his, “I thought you could take care of yourself,” He tightens his grip on Dream’s hair, who swallows. Tommy feels like he’s going mad. “But it doesn’t look like it, huh? Can’t even get off on your own? Think you’re some god-like alpha, but you can’t even get yourself off properly.”
Dream moans loudly then, almost sounding broken around Tommy’s cock. He begins to thrust sloppily against Tommy’s leg, shuffling closer until he’s pressed against him tightly.
Tommy is struck breathless at the sight of him. Dream, who is positively dripping for Tommy, if the dampness he can feel though his pant leg is any indication. His alpha, with hazy green eyes and flushed face, looking so utterly devoted. All his attention caught on Tommy’s face.
The church smells like lightning and rain, and all Tommy can think of is Dream, Dream, Dream.
“Fuck,” Tommy says, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Dream, feels so good. That’s perfect. You— yes, ah! Shit!”
Dream suddenly takes initiative again, or more likely he just chokes a bit as Tommy thrusts forward harshly, and he swallows around the head of Tommy’s dick. Tommy lets out a whine as he cums, feeling slick drip down his thighs.
Dream swallows it all, whining as he humps Tommy’s boot.
When Tommy is coming down, he has to push Dream off of his dick. The alpha actually whines, looking up at Tommy like he’s breaking his heart. His pupils are blown, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are slick, a bright, blood red.
He’s everything.
“God, who knew you were such a fucking puppy.” Tommy mutters scornfully, brushing Dream’s hair away from his face.
Dream’s eyes go wide. He shudders, and then lets out a sound somewhere between sob and moan. He buries his face in Tommy’s thigh, hips stuttering in their rhythm.
Tommy doesn’t care about anything else, suddenly.
“What, you like that?” Tommy asks, attention rapt. “The big, bad alpha, just a fucking puppy for me? For your omega?”
“Please,” Dream says, and fuck. His voice comes out raspy as shit, and Tommy realizes if he heard this even a minute later his dick would be making a heroic effort to get hard again. “Please, please let me cum.”
“You can do it.” Tommy says, breathless. “So beautiful. You took care of me— so well. Perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect alpha. Fuck, Dream, you’re beautiful.”
With a bolt of inspiration that can only come from the devil himself, Tommy leans over a bit. He pulls Dream’s head back with one hand so he can look at his face, and reaches the other down to Dream’s mating gland.
He pinches it, hard.
Dream cums with a wordless snarl, teeth pressing bluntly into Tommy’s thigh. He thrusts sloppily against his leg, until he’s left panting into Tommy’s skin. He can feel Dream’s cum soaking through his pants into Tommy’s own. It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“You’re perfect.” Tommy murmurs, massaging the gland softly. Dream has never smelled so sweet. Sweet and safe and so fucking content, here, leaning his weight against Tommy’s. “So perfect for me. So fucking—”
Horror sets in a beat before it’s confirmed.
“Only for you.” Dream murmurs, resting his cheek against Tommy’s skin. “My omega.” He presses a tired kiss against him.
Oh no, Tommy thinks. He loves me.
Tommy manages to avoid Dream for about a week after that. Where before it was rare they’d go a day without seeing each other, now Tommy is making excuses to flee rooms, or, when he’s desperate, ducking behind other SMP members and pretending like he’s not there.
He thinks it’s going rather well, actually. If he ignores the way that Dream tries to follow after him, looking hurt when Tommy pulls away. And the way he’s slowly stewing in anger, scent growing more displeased as the week passes. And the fact that Tommy cannot figure out how the fuck he feels about all of this, then it’s fine! Super fine.
Dream is just the most dangerous person on the server. Dream is just the only person who’s killed him— twice. Dream is just the person who is almost, certainly, falling for Tommy.
It’s fine.
Everything goes to hell when Dream’s rut hits.