A Demonic Dance

Chapter Forty Four: Can I Kill him?

Love.

The word used to seem weird to Dream. Pathetic even. Useless. Something the world would be better without.

Now he couldn't imagine a place without it. A place without George wrapped in his arms, lips pressed against his.

God, George.

A world without George now seemed like a world not worth living at all. A world that would be empty and plain. Lifeless and dull.

"Mornin Dream." George muttered through a yawn, snuggling closer into Dream chest, something he was currently using as his own personal pillow.

"G'morning." He replied with a smile.

Last night had been, well, eventful to say the least, of course there was all the drinking and singing and all, but he'd be lying if he pretended that was what his mind was on.

George.

His mind was always on George.

"My head aches." The human whined, sitting up drowsily and rubbing his forehead, Dream happily taking in the view in front of him.

"That's what happens when you drink 5 pints of alcohol." The blonde remarked simply, the other just grumbling about how it was unfathomably unfair that Dream was unable to get drunk, before rubbing his eyes and climbing out of bed, deciding they'd already had enough of a lie in.

"I need some water." He groaned, walking out the room, clutching his head over dramatically as he walked out, no doubt on his way to the kitchen, an action that made Dream chuckle.

The demon ended staying like that, laying splayed out on the bed for a few moments longer, letting his thoughts cloud his mind before eventually dragging himself away from bed to follow the human

'Now you won't have nightmares either'

The words had been bouncing around his head ever since they'd been spoken, every second bringing his mind back to the thought of George's lips against his, the taste of alcohol from the others mouth clouding his thoughts, intoxicating mind.

He didn't think he would ever be able to forget the look on George's face as he pulled away, a flushed mess, eyes trying to go anywhere but his. He'd seemed confident when he said the line and boy was he confident, pulling Dream into him, but after that his mind seemed to process his actions, it was then he froze, almost looking like he was about to apologise for the action.

Dream just laughed and kissed him again.

It was like a tale out of one of the silly books his sister would always insist he read. You never expect to get a happy ending until you get to the end yourselves.

God, it's been ages since he'd thought about his sister. She would have liked George, hell she'd probably find a way to team up with Tommy and make a devil team of pure child annoyance. That would have been worse then any demonic underworld Dream could imagine. And for someone who'd been to hell and back, that was saying something.

Neither the less Dream pushed the thoughts of his long forgotten sister out of his mind, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn before walking out of the room to find George, as he had suspected, rustling through the cupboards for something to eat.

"So..." The demon called, walking over to the other and leaning against the kitchen counter, George turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Are we going to talk about last night... oooor."

At the question George froze, now Dream's turn to raise an eyebrow as the other turned to him, pulling away from the cupboards.

"Well..."