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it was all or nothing.
chest still panging from the loss of his second life, tommy’s grip on his discs tightened. recklessly, he’d made a deal to secure l’manberg’s independence in a duel with dream: an offer he could never refuse. remembering poison emptying down his throat, counting down from ten, bloody water filling his lungs, and most of all, the momentary exasperated look wilbur had shown him after he lost.
steadying his shuddered breathing, tommy straightened himself up and squared his shoulders. checking his communicator, he saw that dream hadn’t responded to his message yet, leaving tommy wondering if he was preparing for nothing. tommy didn’t elaborate much on the details, just telling dream that he wanted to negotiate and was waiting at his house. putting the communicator in his back pocket, he awkwardly leaned against the right side of the doorway, stray dirt falling off the wall and onto the ground.
(he didn’t have much time to build his house, anyway. the war took most of that time away, but tommy still liked the peace of the cold night air embracing him, all coming from the empty doorway he never filled. it would never be home to him. home had safety, memories, family.)
confidence was key. he needed to seem sure of himself, needed to seem like he had more aces up his sleeve. despite not wanting to admit it, tommy was really fucking desperate. he’d already blown the duel, the main event of it all, when everyone– when wilbur– was counting on him. it’d be clear to dream that he was only trying to cut his losses, but he needed anything from dream that he could get.
“tommy.”
immediately flinching backwards, tommy looked up to see dream, clad in shiny full-netherite armor, almost towering over him. reminding himself that he was completely defenseless in terms of clothing, tommy stepped back. the green bitch could kill him right now, finally taking all three of his lives. just one swing of dream’s enchanted netherite ax and tommy would be dead meat.
“dream,” tommy acknowledged, the hand holding his discs instinctively distancing itself from the masked man. noticing the movement, dream silently chuckled. sweating, tommy watched as dream… removed his armor, piece by piece, placing them into his inventory. despite wanting to turn away, tommy intricately looked at every movement the man made, watching his blonde hair fall out of his helmet, watching his chestplate’s leather straps click and detach, and watching dream finally turn to him and– he was staring.
“...didn’t think a guy like you would ever take off the armor,” tommy remarked, gesturing towards the man. “don’t need it,” dream commented, eyes boring into tommy even through the mask. “especially with you.” he said, amused. tommy could practically picture a giant smirk on his face as he was saying the words. smug motherfucker.
“so, what did you want to ‘negotiate’?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. scowling, tommy took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look directly into the peepholes in dream’s mask, unwavering. don’t show weakness, tommy reminded himself. he plastered on his best recreated version of what expression wilbur made when he made deals, and opened his mouth.
“i’ll do this for l’manburg, dream.” he said, gingerly inching closer to the other man. “i’ll give you both of my discs…for l’manburg’s independence.” tommy offered.
dream’s attention focused downwards towards the discs, pale moonlight reflecting off of them.
and now, dream was interested. he tilted forward, even closer than he was before, and tommy’s heart felt like it was beating at a million miles per hour. allowing himself to breathe normally, tommy fixated on the white porcelain of the other man’s mask.
for a few moments, dream imitated a thinking position before snapping his fingers in a fake ‘eureka’. letting out a small laugh, dream leaned back.
“so? i don’t want your discs, tommy. this is a nation we’re talking about here.” he answered, acting as if the very proposition was funny.
taken aback, tommy’s serious expression was wiped off of his face, and something more concerned took up his place. hearing a footstep, tommy immediately dropped the act and backed himself out of the doorway. cursing himself out mentally for making himself look stupid, tommy once again focused on the man in front of him.
“then– then what was the disc war for in the first place?” tommy desperately questioned, dream looking down at him like he was a show. “there has to be something, dream. fuck, i’ll do anything for l’manburg.” he continued, tone getting more frantic as he dragged on.
dream stepped closer to tommy, amusedly watching as he slowly backed himself into a wall. “how about we make a different deal, huh?” he purred, placing his hand to the left of tommy, almost cornering him against the wall. any sense of control tommy had before had now completely dissipated, now looking around for an escape like a caged animal. “fine, fine, but would you just fuckin’ get away from me??” tommy managed to reply, trying to look anywhere but at dream.
suddenly, a sharp jitter ran through tommy’s body at the sensation of fingers cupping his chin. turning tommy’s head towards his own, dream watched the boy struggle to get out of his grasp, his left hand trying to yank dream’s away whilst the other was focused on playing keep-away.
“i want you, tommy.” he said, the words sickeningly sweet.
tommy instantly tensed up.
“what?”
his grip on dream’s arm loosened, all his strength suddenly diverting to pushing the man off of him. dream stumbled back, quickly brushing himself off. “what the fuck does that mean?” tommy said in disbelief, his left hand gripping his own chin as if to wipe dream’s handprints off. he was still backed against the wall, too afraid to get closer. sighing, dream adjusted his hair out of his eyes.
“this is my proposition tommy,” dream said, tilting his head slightly. “if you let me have your innocence, l’manberg’s independence is all yours.”
tommy felt like someone was strangling him. no, no, he definitely did not want to agree to this deal. he wasn’t going to offer up his first time to dream of all people. just hours prior he’d lost a life to him, anyway. but, he remembered the final control room. the explosives hidden under the ground. wilbur’s pride for the nation…
“i’m gonna need a decision,” dream said flatly.
and tommy paused. peering up at dream’s figure, tommy pondered if agreeing to this is what wilbur would do.
“...fine. i’ll do it.” tommy whispered, almost biting back the words.
and tommy saw dream stand still in front of him. it was almost casual, if you hadn’t heard their conversation beforehand. reaching a hand up, dream took off his mask, the clasp of the handle catching tommy off-guard.
emerald eyes gazed into baby blues. tommy expected the mask to hide something, like if dream was extremely ugly or if he was blind in an eye, but instead dream just looked unabashedly…human. despite some faded scratches painting his face, there wasn’t anything out of place.
dream was grinning ear to ear. if tommy didn’t know better, he’d call dream handsome. he’d rather to keep it to himself than give the sick fuck any gratification.
“not what you were expecting?” dream asked, dropping his mask on the floor.
before tommy could respond, dream closed the distance between them and pulled him into a kiss. too shocked to resist, tommy’s grip on his discs loosened, both falling onto the ground. the kiss wasn’t rough: there was no mashing of teeth, no bloodletting, only a soft sweet presence against tommy’s lips.
and, upon realizing this, tommy immediately filled with absolute horror of who he was sharing his first kiss with. eyes widening, tommy desperately tried to escape, letting out a short cry of panic as he got loose.
dream scowled, grabbing both of tommy’s arms with a force that almost teared skin. dream’s fingernails started to dig into tommy’s wrists, his skin just barely staying unbroken. quickly, dream slammed tommy’s arms against the dirt wall, the rest of tommy following the backwards movement and landing onto the surface of his crafting table.
“fuck, fuck, get off of me–” tommy exclaimed, legs kicking forward. dream stopped the resistance instantly, knocking tommy’s legs so hard against the side of the crafting table tommy could almost hear them snapping. whimpering in pain, tommy’s attention turned to dream’s face.
“let me remind you that we made a deal.” dream said lowly, grip tightening.
tommy froze up.
“i’m doing something nice for you, tommy. i’d rather we both enjoy this.” he continued, grinning.
“fuck you,” tommy responded, half-lidded eyes trained onto dream’s.
dream once again kissing him and pushing his tongue into tommy’s mouth so intimately gave him the worst kind of whiplash. it was gentler than before, but the very thought of it made tommy want to throw up.
and when he noticed a certain tightness in his jeans, tommy couldn’t help but think god hated him.
involuntarily whimpering against dream’s lips, tommy pathetically tried to squirm out of his grip, dream’s fingernails only piercing deeper into tommy’s wrist. finally pulling away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, dream looked down at tommy.
and dream took it all in. the tears pricking the corners of tommy’s eyes, the rosy blush spread over his cheeks, the way his breaths were shallow and frantic and begging to be silenced.
he reveled in the absolute control he had over tommy. dream’s object of interest ever since tommy’d joined the server, helplessly laid beneath him. it was almost pathetic to dream that he could say he was holding back, accepting the deal. he wanted to take tommy away, make him hold him in a regard higher than wilbur.
however, he had to wait. he had to see how far his obsession could go. at least, he had to get a taste of what it felt like to have tommy for his own: and it was fucking intoxicating.
but for the first time in his life, tommy felt like prey.
letting go of tommy’s arms, dream relaxed, leaning into the crook of tommy’s neck. letting out a gasp of relief, tommy slumped into the wall, arms slack against the sides of the crafting table.
“you’re perfect,” dream said, nuzzling into tommy’s skin. dream’s hands wandered to tommy’s belt, fumbling with the buckle. tommy instinctively flinched at the movement, simultaneously forcing himself not to react further.
this’ll be over soon, tommy thought to himself, closing his eyes. this is all for wilbur, he thought, repeating it like a mantra in his mind.
unhooking the belt and throwing it behind him, dream grasped onto the hem of tommy’s jeans, carefully sliding them down. the very sensation of knuckles brushing against tommy’s legs made his breath stutter. dream’s hands slowly trailed from the boy’s upper thighs to his lower, peppering kisses against tommy’s neck.
and, as tommy felt the cold night air breeze past a place he never expected it to, he silently wished that he’d never see dream again after this. refusing to look down, he felt his jeans drop onto the floor.
pressing a final kiss against the boy’s skin, dream pulled away, looking down at his work.
“did kissing already get you this hard? prime, you’re so fucking easy–” dream said, prying a finger off of tommy’s face. quickly, tommy took his other hand away, grabbing dream’s wrist in an attempt to pull it away. yeah, it didn’t move.
“can, can you just get this over with?” tommy begged, forcing himself to let go. “mmm, i think i’m being generous enough here,” dream responded, mouth twisting into a shit-eating grin. taking his hand away, dream directed his attention to pulling tommy’s legs back and apart, slumping tommy into an awkward lean against the wall. situating himself in the middle of tommy’s thighs, dream reached a hand into the side of his pants. “you should just be grateful i’m letting you enjoy this.” he finished. using his arms to prop himself against the crafting table for more support, tommy glanced at dream nervously.
dream pulled out a container of lube from his pant pocket, uncapping it and squeezing it onto his fingers. “ew, you’re so fucking gross…” tommy commented, watching dream toss the container behind him. “would you stop whining? you’re the one who gave me that ‘anything’ bullshit,” dream replied.
“hey wait, wait, wait–” tommy exclaimed, interrupted by a finger pressing into him. letting out a noise mixed between a whimper and a grumble, tommy tried to not focus on the intrusion. the lube started to coat his insides, cold against his skin. it felt…way too fucking weird. not a bad kind of weird, but a funny kind of weird. he’d never done anything like this before, and feeling it for the first time was just strange.
stretching tommy out, dream added another finger, carefully prodding and caressing his insides. lost for words, tommy closed his eyes and tried to think about the after.
the citizens of l’manberg reveling in their newfound independence. him and tubbo lying in a field, watching the bees fly amongst the flora. wilbur congratulating him, smiling at him, patting him on the shoulder.
dream curled his fingers, accidentally hitting tommy’s sweet spot.
involuntarily, tommy let out a stifled moan, snapping himself out of his daze. it felt like sparks, like something triggered just right in his brain. his eyes flew open, trying to fixate on something. he was in his own house, but it felt like he was somewhere he’d never been before.
repeatedly pushing his fingers against him again, dream watched closely for tommy’s reaction. once hesitant breathing turned into long, heavy breaths, tommy exhaling little noises that dream bathed in. he hated that dream was making him feel like this. he didn’t want to award dream the satisfaction that he was enjoying every jerk, every movement dream’s fingers made inside of him.
his train of thought was cut off with another curl of dream’s fingers hitting just the right place.
“you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” dream purred, carefully adding another finger. twitching at the movement, tommy took in a shaky inhale. “shut the fuck up,” tommy offered, not having enough energy to roll his eyes.
curling his fingers one last time, dream slowly removed his fingers, wiping the rest of the lubricant onto one of tommy’s thighs. half-jolting at the sudden cold sensation, tommy tried to ignore the sound of dream wrestling with his belt, sliding fabric accompanying it after.
failing to do so, tommy then very obviously peered at dream’s waist.
oh.
oh.
he felt embarrassed that he was scared to have that inside him. the size difference between them wasn’t that bad per say, but seeing that dream was bigger than he was suited for enough embarrassment to last a decade.
tommy wanted to keel over and die.
seeing dream start to position himself, his brain went into overdrive. he would never be ready for this, but prime tommy wanted to stall so badly.
“dream, dream, dream– you, you said you wanted me to enjoy this right? just,” tommy abruptly cried out, desperate for seconds more to brace himself. taking in a second of breath, tommy met dream’s eyes, realizing how all of dream’s attention was directed on him. his gaze was fixated on tommy’s pupils, him hanging off of every movement, every sound, every breath tommy exerted.
dream’s very presence suffocated tommy in such a way that he had space to breathe. if tommy tried hard enough, he could think of it as a too-tight hug from a stranger. but, dream’s essence surrounded tommy. it seeped into his cracks when he got too close.
he was intoxicating.
“just please be gentle…” tommy pleaded, giving up. dream smiled at him, edges of emerald green eyes scrunching up in gratification. leaning down, dream softly pressed his lips to tommy’s, leaving them for only a second before pulling back.
“you should beg like that more. it looks good on you,” dream responded, basking in the frustrated noise tommy made afterwards. he still felt the gentle (sickening) sensation on his lips, unabashedly reminding him who’d taken his first minutes prior. watching as dream positioned the tip of his (autofill) against his ass, tommy braced himself.
for l’manberg, for tubbo, for wilbur.
dream started to gently prod into his entrance, tommy wincing. gaze averting from tommy’s entrance, dream turned his attention to tommy’s expression, watching him.
clenching his teeth, tommy gripped harder onto the crafting table, fingernails digging into the wood.
“you’re doing so good, tommy.” dream said breathily, the last word dragging out into thin air. “just relax a little more,” he continued, grasping both of tommy’s thighs.
unable to form a better insult, tommy managed to bark out a short “fuck you” before dream’s hips connected with tommy, pressing into his flesh.
finally bottoming out inside tommy, dream groaned. “so good for me, so good…” dream muttered. strangled noises spilled out of tommy’s open mouth, not able to stop his voice from crying out. shuddering from the newfound fullness, tommy tried his hardest not to focus on it.
he didn’t want to think about the good parts. how dream occasionally brushed against just the right place, how dream held him impossibly close no matter how much he ached, and how his discomfort at first was starting to disappear…he was irrevocably fucked.
“i’m gonna start moving, okay tommy?” dream warned, voice low. brain scrambling for a response, tommy blanked for a few seconds before realizing what that meant. “i’m not fuckin’ fragile, i don’t need–” tommy retorted, remark turning into a hushed moan as dream started to slowly back out, hyperfocusing on every muscle that tried to pull him back in.
gently ushering his hips forward, dream looked down at tommy, watching his expression twist with every slight movement dream made. setting in a pace, dream smiled down at the boy, tommy returning a scowl with the edges turned upwards.
“–fucking bastard,” tommy said, voice low inbetween his breathy panting. despite his brain almost refusing to believe that dream was doing this right now, his body kept responding to dream’s advances, a slight note of pleasure coursing through him every time dream said his name, pushed deeper inside, gripped his thighs harder.
raising an eyebrow, dream started to quicken his pace, cock beginning to reach even deeper inside of tommy. “oh? what was that tommy? you’re gonna need to speak louder…” dream taunted, staring down at tommy in amusement.
“i said–aah,” tommy started, a humiliating moan following as dream thrusted roughly into him. “you’re,” he said, his fingers beginning to relax into the movement, going still and limp off the walls of the crafting table. dream took his hands off of tommy’s thighs and placed them on tommy’s hips, forcing them into a rhythm that met his thrusts. “a fuckin–haah,–fucking–” tommy exclaimed, arching his back against the wall. dream shifted his position to hit tommy’s prostate again and again, grinning as tommy shamelessly moaned each time he rocked into him. “–bastard,,” he managed, breathlessly panting against the wall.
“prime, you really like this huh?” dream said. “why don’t you say it, tommy? say how much you enjoy this?” he mocked, eyes piercing into tommy’s. looking back at him, tommy stuck out his tongue, almost biting it when dream cycled his hips back. “i’d rather fuckin’ die,” he spat, scattered moonlight illuminating his wrinkled scowl. dream’s smile drifted off his face, his expression twisted with something tommy couldn’t describe. a sinking feeling suddenly coursed through him, tommy suddenly feeling more beneath dream than with him.
“don’t try to lie to me, tommy.” he said, pushing into tommy especially roughly. tensing up and twitching at the sensation, tears started to build up at the corners of tommy’s eyes, glistening in dream’s shadow. “your body says all i need to know,” dream commented, leaning down to meet tommy’s lips.
he tasted a little sweet, tommy haphazardly noted, too lost in the moment to refuse it. dream letting go of his hips, tommy dipped a little further down, his arms flailing to try to support himself against the wall. thrusting in and out of tommy, dream’s hand moved to tommy’s cock, his fingers beginning to glide up and down.
shuddering against dream at the touch, half-lidded eyes gazed up at him. and, fuck, if tommy didn’t want to shove dream off him, to run away, to never see him again, but every single time dream pushed inside him he kept thinking, in some cloudy way, of lmanberg, of wilbur, of freedom. he couldn’t help it if every time it came up he thought of it weaker.
the world worked in a funny way.
desperate for leverage, tommy took his hands off of the crafting table and wrapped them around dream’s shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life. he could feel strands of dream’s hair underneath his fingertips, tongue roughly nicking against his canines.
dream started to work his hand faster, leaving tommy in shambles against his mouth. trembling from the stimulation, tommy almost involuntarily jerked away from dream, tasting iron on the tip of his tongue. head digging into dream’s shoulder, tommy muffled himself as dream kept on hitting his sweet spot.
“–dream!!” tommy moaned, pure lightning coursing through his body as he came. seeing stars, he twitched against dream, mind not willing to focus on anything other than the pleasure. as he melted underneath dream’s fingertips, his arms started to slip off of dream’s shoulders. slamming him further against the wall to stop him from slumping, dream thrusted into tommy, groaning as he released into tommy. barely noticing the sudden warmth, tommy’s eyes glazed over, unfocused. panting, dream hunched over, the atmosphere still hot and heavy. pulling out, he backed a bit away, still speechless.
after a few seconds of silence from the both of them, dream started to clean himself off, tommy laying still on the crafting table.
hearing the sound of dream’s belt buckling, tommy started to come to his senses, pulling his legs onto the crafting table to hide more of himself. “uh,” he muttered, not knowing what to say.
grabbing his mask from off the floor and affixing it to his face, dream turned around to look at tommy, dots looking into tommy’s baby blues (where he knew he was staring. he knew his eyes were wide, gazing at every little bit of him, looking,).
“well, enjoy your little independence, tommy. you can hold your little celebration party and have your ‘declaration’ of freedom.” dream remarked, putting his netherite armor back on. tommy tried to speak, but his throat prevented him, closing up at just the right time to make him stutter. dream cracked his fingers, tilting his head at tommy. it was almost taunting.
he’d won.
turning around and approaching the doorway, dream leaned by it, embracing the moonlight. unconsciously shivering, a familiar breeze of cold air brushed by tommy. “tell wilbur i took your discs. wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious, right tommy?” he offered, tone unfittingly light and teasing for the situation. turning his head to the side, dream got one last glance at tommy’s figure. tommy, in turn, saw the white of dream’s mask, only made more brilliant by the light. “this’ll be our little secret, okay?” dream said, leaving the doorway.
only a step out, he stopped.
“enjoy your independence while it lasts, tommy.”
a few seconds later, it was like he was never there in the first place.
but, tommy could still feel him. tommy could feel him all around him, the touch lingering like a burn mark. even despite the night air setting in around him, despite the fact he was alone in his house, despite the fact that he could only hear the crickets outside and his own labored breath.