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The grass, the grass below him felt so real and so damp to be a video game. The wind brushed against his face in a kind greeting, and the chicken said its hello's as it made its way by. It took a quick second for all of this to process in Wilbur's mushed brain, he didn't even remember how he got into this situation. He did know that Tommyinnit also got thrown into this bullshit with him. He slowly lifted to his insoles and glanced around the meadow. A figure caught his eyes, their golden hair radiant under the sun's rays. He felt his toes clench at the sight, and he cleared his throat before gaining the confidence to say something. 

"Tommy? " he spoke, but it did not seem to be enough for the boy's ears to catch the sound, so he spoke a bit louder with confidence. "Hey, Tommy! " he boomed, and swiftly he had caught the other's attention. A smile welling itself onto the blonde's face as he caught the waves of Wilbur's raspy vocals, he jogged over. 

"Big man Will! I got us some food for later consumption. I am thinking ahead of this shitty excuse of a computerized game. " This, however, caused Wilbur to snort. Tommy huffed. "Anywho, big man. The sun is reaching the mids of the sky, we may need to build up a shelter before nightfall," he explained, Wilbur nodded, and stretched. A groan followed behind. "Alright. Let's go, gremlin. " he teased, Tommy arched a brow with a scoff falling from his lips. "I am not a gremlin, you bitch! " he boomed at Wilbur causing the older to playfully roll his eyes. The pout on Tommy's face stopped Will's heart. They began breaking nearby trees for materials that could build the two boy's a shelter. As the sun faded behind the mountains of earth, and stone. Wilbur and Tommy work together on their small shelter to keep the mobs away, Wilbur was first to strike up a conversation over the cold atmosphere. 

"Do you remember how we got here..? Like, how we got stuck in... Minecraft?" he spoke cautiously as he placed a few planks in front of him to form the shelters build. Tommy was silent, he tried to think back to when he woke up on the damp grass with the sun shining down upon his cheeks. "Thinking back to it Will, not really. I only remember getting shoved to the floor by Dream, and Quackity. They told me not to worry and it would only hurt a bit. " he shrugged as he continued placing oak logs down to form the poles of the house. Wilbur arched a brow and glanced off to the far side, deep in thought. "You think they are up to something? " he asked, causing Tommy to let out a half-hearted laugh. "I am sure, big man. I wanna think they tried to erase our memory," he mumbled, a noticeable twitch disturbing his eye, deep ocean pools staring into smooth dark chocolate ones. Wilbur couldn't hold the eye contact for long until he broke and glanced to the side with a gentle inhale. It hurt to stare into the teen's eyes, and he couldn't explain why. The older grasped his clammy hands together and smiled crookedly at the plank wall in front of him. The thumping of blocks being placed bounced off his eardrums, and Tommy's heavy breathing caught him off guard. Not even noticing the darkness overcoming the land. The older stood from his knees and exhaled quickly. He felt his knees becoming weak. "To-" he didn't even get the chance to get Tom's attention before an arrow was lodged into his thigh. "Tommy, skeletons, Eina-!" he yelled to gain Tommy's full attention. The blonde slid down from the roof, landed in front of Wilbur, and seized his wrist before taking a run for it into the shelter. A door already built for them, and wide open. Tommy was breathing heavy, and uncontrollable breaths as he carried Wilbur across his shoulder. "You got this big man, just hold on to me. " he was fearing for Wil's life now, arrows were flying past his, and Will's head. Tommy stumbled inside the brightly lit interior of the shelter with Wilbur in hand, the door was slammed shut behind and Wilbur stumbled to the floor. Tommy bent over with his hands on his knees, drool pooling from the side of his mouth. Wilbur swallowed thickly upon Tommy's current condition. 

"I didn't know you had asthma," spoke Wilbur with red cheeks, and a cheeky smile. Tommy wiped the drool from his lip and laughed breathlessly. "It's not, I just haven't carried a heavy load like you before. " Wilbur laughed softly and grinned. "Sorry not sorry, it's all muscle sweetheart. " he teased, Tommy rolled his eyes and gagged at the pet name. The blonde had fallen to his knees and straddled Wilbur's leg. He glanced down at the bloody mess among the olders thigh. "Do you mind if I rip your pants open wider to get to the wound? " he asked so innocently that Wilbur's words caught within his throat, and his breathing hitched. He shouldn't feel like this, he feels disgusting, but despite the feeling, Wilbur carefully nodded. He watched as Tommy's gentle hands gripped the black fabric, and slipped a finger through the ripped fabric. He ripped the fabric further down Wilbur’s leg until the male's thigh was fully visible. The blonde gasped at the blood pooling from the wound. "Fuck, will. It's pretty bad," he mumbled, before glancing up at the older. Wilbur's adam's apple bobbed anxiously in his throat as Tommy's hand explored the wound. Tommy didn’t even get the chance to place a hand on the arrow before Wilbur confiscated his wrist tightly. "You're doing this on purpose," he spoke angrily. Tommy looked majorly confused at the immediate change in emotion. "Huh? " he hummed, before snatching his wrist from will's grasp. "I don't know what you're talking about, big man," he spoke, curiosity seeping through his vocals. Wilbur swallowed thickly once more and pointed towards the arrow. "Just snatch it out, and hand me some food. This is Minecraft for fuck's sake. " 

Tommy gripped the arrow in a swift motion and snatched it out of the older's leg. Wilbur yelled, and his nose scrunched up in disgust as the arrow was pulled out. The blonde that was straddling the older's leg had been holding it down with a gentle smile, Wilbur groaned and rested his head against the wooden wall behind him. The older's hearts were low. Tommy reached into his sack and pulled out cooked steak. He handed it to Wilbur. Wilbur took it and ate it, his hearts began regenerating. “I didn’t mean to snatch it out like that, but that works I guess. “ he shrugged and wiped his mouth after finishing his steak. Tommy grinned before patting Wilbur's shoulder. “It’s okay big man. I got it out, that is all that matters. “ he said before standing up, “Don’t ever scare me like that again, bitch. “ he laughed softly. Wilbur grinned and sighed. “Sorry Tom’s. It scared me too, and brung a good bit of pain to me also. “ he explained which tickled Tommy. “We need armor, and tools. “ the blonde boy sighed causing Wilbur to nod in agreement. “Yeah, we do. “ he spoke as he stood to his insoles, and stretched. Minecraft logic is awesome, he was already feeling brand new after eating.

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Tommy grinned at Wilbur as he dug his feet into the sand of the beach, he felt dirty due to sweating. The blonde’s hair was sticking to his forehead, and Wilbur surely had to say something about it. “Tom’s your hair is sticking to your head. I thought you weren’t hot? “ he snickered at the teen with a gentle smile, Tommy sighed. “I am burning up. “ he huffed, fanning his shirt to hopefully cool himself. The waves crashed against the shore, and Wilbur sighed heavily at the peacefulness. “Who knew such a deadly game could have such a peaceful, and beautiful view. “ he snickered, stealing a gentle snort from Tommy. “I know right, big man. “ he hummed into the salty air. Tommy gave Will a quick glance before grinning. “Let’s take a dip. It will cool us off. “ he spoke, before Wilbur could protest the teen had pulled his own shirt off. The olders eyes quickly caught notice of the slight muscles the teen carried, and the buff build of his body, he watched as Tommy threw his shirt to the sandy ground and began sliding his pants off. The older was quiet, what was the teen doing? The teen kicked his pants off his feet, and finally, he stepped foot into the ocean. “I am cooling off. Stop staring, it’s weird. “ he grumbled as the water began reaching his waist, Wilbur balled his fists. “Fuck- Tommy. “ he mumbled under his breath, everything seemed to be running in slow motion as Tommy wet his hair, and ran a hand through it. The older felt as if he couldn’t breathe. What was the boy doing to him? Wilbur cleared his throat. “Um, “ he had a bit of a problem in his jeans. He glanced down at his lap and swallowed thickly at the tint peaking at him through his jeans. “Shit. “ he grumbled, before glancing at Tommy who just smiled sweetly. “Come on. “ the teen offered, not noticing the boner at all or the look of lust in Wilbur’s eyes. Wilbur nodded and began pulling his shirt off along with his pants. The older kept his eyes on Tommy as he quickly stepped into the water, he didn’t like where this was going. He was having a hard time fighting the urge to fuck Tommy senseless. He was disgusting, and he knew it. This was Tommy he was talking about, the kid he had always seen as a brother, and he was having urges to fuck him? The man scoffed and shook his head with a look of disgust. “Hey, you okay big man? “ Tommy asked Wilbur with a gentle smile, a hand rested on his shoulder. Wilbur pushed his hand away and nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. “ he said, noticing the curiosity in Tom’s voice. Wilbur’s eyes slipped away from the boy’s face, and down to his wet body.

Tommy’s body is perfect, amazing, and breedable. His hands-on that soft skin of his, and that look on the teen’s face that is just begging Wilbur to fuck him. How Tommy will be vulnerable under him as he fucks him sensel-
Wilbur shook his head and gasped. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes.
Tommy’s soft lips on his as they made out, then sucking the boy’s moans from his vocals-
Wilbur couldn’t take this anymore, he covered his ears with his hands and mumbled for them to go away. Tommy didn’t know what was happening with Wilbur. “GO AWAY! STOP! “ the older cried, Tommy, gripped Wilbur’s wrist. “Will!? Are you okay? “ he asked worriedly. Wilbur bared his teeth and shook his head. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD! “ he yelled, Tommy could see the fear forming in Wilbur’s eyes. Tommy began pulling Wilbur out of the water by the wrist. “Come on, we are heading home. You are becoming feral. “ he mumbled, he grabbed both of their clothes, and they both headed home in soaked underpants.

Tommy shoved Wilbur inside their shelter and arched a brow. “What is your problem. I am now in boxers, soaked because of you. Now tell me, what’s your problem big man? “ he asked with crossed arms. His body was soaked with water, and his hair was messed up and dripping. Wilbur cautiously glanced at Tommy and balled his fist. “Stop! You are fucking up my head! “ he yelled. Tommy leaned away from Wilbur once being yelled at, but he didn’t let that stop him from gripping Wilbur’s face in his soft hands. “I am trying to understand how!? Talk to me? “ he said with a genuine look of concern. Wilbur stared into Tommy’s crystal orbs and parted his lips the slightest. The thoughts were rushing in and before he knew it their lips were smashed together, Wilbur leading the kiss, and pulling Tommy to his chest. Tommy was in shock once Wilbur kissed him. In fear, the teen tried to pull out of the kiss, but Wilbur was holding him hostage. The teen was gripping Wilbur’s shirt with white knuckles, he didn’t like this. He didn’t like Wilbur like this, he couldn’t. He didn’t want this. Once Wilbur had pulled away for air the blonde boy shook his head. “Wilbur stop, I don’t like this! “ he whined and pouted not even noticing his own problem forming in his pants. Wilbur smiled widely, and let out a quiet laugh against Tommy’s skin. “Shush, it won’t belong. Let me help you. “ he hummed, causing Tommy to swallow thickly and glance down at Wilbur’s hips that were causing friction to his own problem. He glanced up at Wilbur with wide eyes, he knew that deep inside he wanted this, but he wouldn’t accept it. Tommy couldn’t accept himself, couldn’t accept that he sees his own brother as an attraction to his sexual fantasies. Did Wilbur feel the same way, and couldn’t accept it? Or, was he doing this because he is the only body in reach. He didn’t know, but it was too late to stop this now. Wilbur shoved Tommy against the wall and pressed his body against the blondes, grinding against the teen’s tint, a moan slipping off the boy’s tongue with ease. The older ran his damp hands through Tommy’s soaked hair and chewed his bottom lip. The boy parted his lips and continued to harshly grind against Wilbur’s tint. Wilbur gripped the teen’s hip and held his motion against the wall. “So, needy. “ he whispered against the blonde’s lips, before smashing their lips together again and slipping his tongue between the other’s soft lips. A muffled moan was shared within closed lips, and spit was passed around between the brothers. The look in Wilbur’s eyes could eat someone alive, mentally, and physically. Tommy’s boner begged Wilbur’s attention, and his eyes fell lidded with lust. Wilbur’s hand explored every part of the teen boy’s body, a smile spread across his lips the whole time. He pulled away from the teen’s lips to ask one request. “Tom’s, call me by my name. Moan it like the little slut you are. “ he said, before gripping the blonde hair of the teen. “Show me you want this. “ he spoke while slowly making his way down the teen’s neck with kisses and small hickeys. “Scream, and moan my name until you can’t speak. “ The older pressed his knee to Tommy’s member causing the teen to gasp, and fall weak against the older’s body. “Fuck, Wilbur.. “ he heard the teen whisper under his breath. This in fact made Wilbur shiver, he wants to hear more of those sweet moans from those pretty pink lips of the blondes. The older snaked a hand along the teen's side and licked the boy's neck from his collar bone up. The blonde exhaled heavily, and let out a precious whine. “More, Tom’s give me more. “ he groaned and teased the blonde teen by plucking the rim of his underwear. “Give me more. “ he demanded causing Tommy to let out a gentle hum in response. Wilbur began slowly pulling the brit’s pants down below his hips, making eye contact with Tommy as he did so. Tommy’s eyes were closing, and his lips parted slightly. “Please.. “ the blondie begged his brother. “Please..” Wilbur grinned at this. “Be patient baby, patience is key. “ he whispered to the breaking teen, as he slipped the underwear off and threw them to the side. The older gripped the teen's thighs and placed them around his hips. Wilbur pulled his underwear off as Tommy grinded against his stomach, precum dripping from the boy's member. “Your so needy. “ the older spoke with a quiet laugh, finally shoving his two fingers into the blonde's mouth who immediately began working his tongue around the olders fingers, spit lubing them up tremendously. Once he felt they were lubed enough he pulled his fingers from Tom’s mouth and smiled widely. “Ready, baby? It will hurt only for a second. “ he purred before carefully inserting the two fingers into the blonde's entrance. Tommy gasped and arched his back. “Fuck!- “ he shivered, and gripped tightly onto Wilbur's shoulder blades. Wilbur’s eyes fell lidded, and he smirked before thrusting his two fingers into the brit. “Breath baby, breath. “ he whispered into his brother's ear. The teen sputtered and choked on air as Wilbur continued to thrust his fingers. The atmosphere around was hot, and heavy. Tommy began moaning loudly once adjusted to his brother's fingers once Wilbur pulled out Tom’s rim flexed around nothing. The emptiness was enough to cause Tommy to groan, Wilbur’s words were caught in his throat as he watched Tommy’s face, and how it scrunched up in distaste to Wilbur's fingers disappearing. Wilbur gripped his own member, and lined it up with Tommy’s entrance, Tommy could feel the shaft against his entrance, and it made him needy. “P-please.. “ he stuttered out. That was all Wilbur needed to thrust into the teen at a rapid pace, the blonde's back arched, and he dug his nails into the olders skin. The olders head tilted back in pleasure, and he let out a loud groan. “Fuck, your still tight.. “ he moaned out to Tommy who was too busy getting fucked to hear his words. The blonde gripped his own cock, and began stroking in steady, but shaky paces. Wilbur continued to thrust violently into the teen, sluty moans filling his ears. “You're doing great, baby. “ he moaned into the blonde's ear before biting down onto his earlobe. Tommy choked on his own vocals, and dropped his own cock once he felt Wilbur grab his ass roughly, back arched, and close to his climax the blonde threw his head back to rest against the wall. A bit more friction. “Fuck me, Will. Ah, please a bit more!- “ he choked out before Wilbur gripped the needy teen's cock, and pumped the slick member, only a few pumps in and a string of ejaculate painted the olders chest, and the teen's thighs. The small teen panting and sweating in his brother's arms. Wilbur pulled out of the blonde and gave his own cock a few more pumps before he too came in his own hand.

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     Tommy had risen from the wooden floor of the shelter, the boy’s head was spinning off the rails and causing him to feel woozy. The thoughts of yesterday didn’t hit him until he fully sat up, and noticed the dry seed on his inner thighs, he didn’t immediately notice Wilbur’s lack of appearance in the shelter. The teen stood to his insoles and took in a deep breath of air with a frown, he still felt the aftermath of sex. Did Wilbur still like him after what they had done? The blonde ran a hand through his greasy hair and sighed, looking around the shelter he had finally noticed Wilbur’s disappearance. The teen grabbed his clothes from the floor and began sliding them on as he rushed out the door of the shelter. The sun immediately hit his features as he did so. The sun peaked high up within the sky and burned furiously. The boy began searching for the older and it didn’t take long to find the tracks of his brother’s insoles in the sand. He began running along the trail. “Wilbur? “
    The older took in a breath, and salty air filled his lungs as he forced his legs to carry him along the sandy dunes of the beach, he clenched his fists as he continued to remember the events that took place yesterday. It tore him apart to rethink the reaction he got out of Tommy when he kissed the teen, he told him he didn’t like it. Yet, he continued to force his brother into having sex with him, he was fucked up. The older laughed to himself and dug his nails into his arm as he thought of how Tommy dug his nails into his shoulder blades as he fucked him senseless. The way Tommy would sound so sluty as he moaned out Wilbur’s name, he was so whipped and it was gonna be the reason for his downfall. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice the crescendo of footsteps stomping up behind him, once noticing, he whipped around to face the unknown figure. “Wilbur! “ the blonde gasped and hugged the man. “I thought you left me, big man. “ he spoke, his tone confusing Wilbur to a great extent. “Huh? I thought you would be mad at me for yesterday?” he mumbled, loud enough for the blonde to hear it. The teen shook his head and grinned. “What about it? “ he asked with a raised eyebrow, Wilbur frowned, and sighed. “How I forced you into letting me fuck you, Tommy. “ he raised his voice a bit, and Tommy shook his head once more. “It’s okay, big man. You saw how my body reacted, if I didn’t want it then I wouldn’t have got hard by you touching me, Will. “ he explained. The older shook his head. “That is not how it works, you are only 17, Tommy. I am a 25-year-old man. “ he said before gripping the boy’s shoulder blade and pulling him into a hug. “I am sorry, forgive me. “ he whispered, not expecting Tommy to respond with the most unexpected sensuous tone. “I liked it, big man, I want you to do it again. “ he spoke before hugging him back and digging his nails into Wilbur’s back. Wilbur let out a short groan and exhaled. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, princess. “ he mumbled, Tommy snickered. “I do though, big man. “ 

     Dream gripped the clipboard firmly with a short sigh. “Quackity, I have been observing Tommy’s vitals and overall progress in the simulation. It seems that Wilbur’s vitals are through the roof most frequently as Tommy’s vitals aren’t as worrying as the others. “ he spoke with a blank expression across his facial features. Quackity nodded and turned to face Dream in his chair. “Join in with them, and examine their progress. I can put in a code for you to go unnoticed. “ he spoke with full monotone. Dream nodded and placed his clipboard down as he perched within his swivel chair. Quackity began typing in the code box swiftly, as he knew what he was doing, but within seconds he had begun noticing something. Something, serious. He glanced over towards dream within an instant and shook his head. “We have a problem. “ he spoke gravely. Dream raised a brow at the sudden change in tone. “With wh-? “ he was cut off by Quackity standing to his feet. “With Wilbur. “ he finished, and swiftly gripped his clipboard before heading out the room. Dream standing to his trotters, and following swiftly behind Quackity. “Can you explain what’s wrong with him? “ he asked Quackity, who immediately began rambling. “Okay so, within the code there is the genetics from which I cannot change, they are somehow glued within the system. Well, you are probably wondering what this had to do with Wilbur, well long story short if they don’t complete the game before the time limit then Wilbur, and only Wilbur will slowly be executed from the game’s code. The twist is that if he dies in the game- “ he was cut off by Dream finishing his sentence in worry. “He dies in real-time. “ he sighed. “Quackity, this wasn’t supposed to end badly this was supposed to just be a tiny experiment, and was supposed to succeed, what happened? “ he grumbled, causing Quackity to scoff. “You try coding the whole game of Minecraft to where real people can be put into the game, goddammit. “ he muttered sharply back to the American.
    Tommy felt more comfortable around Wilbur, even after the events from yesterday. It didn’t bother him as much as he was thinking it would, and he was glad that it wasn’t. Wilbur was mining through the earthly stone with his wooden pickaxe, and trying to gain some more coal, and stone to make a stone pickaxe. Tommy was following along behind with a gentle smile, the mildew smell of the cave wasn’t too pleasant, but it was doable. The teen began rambling along once again. “As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me. “ he sassed before continuing. “ Yesterday, I forgot to mention that you were mumbling something in your sleep. Something along the lines of “Leave me alone. Don’t touch me, and worst of all you began cursing within your dream. “ he spoke, this caused Wilbur to glance at the blonde. He smiled sheepishly and laughed gently. “Well, about that. I had this weird nightmare where Dream had shoved me against the wall and was forcing something on me. Quackity was behind Dream just watching with that devilish grin of his. I think it had something to do with us losing our memory of how we got into this shit game. I didn’t want to bring it up, because I didn’t want to worry you or anything. “ he explained. Tommy nodded with a half-smile. “It’s okay, I understand. You just kept me up for a good bit with you yelling, soon enough though you shut up. “ he let out a humored snort. Wilbur continued mining. “You know, Will. I was thinking, you know how if you die in Minecraft you respawn? Well, since we are human.. Do we respawn? When you got shot with an arrow, you were bleeding out plenty. I didn’t know a little arrow could cause such a great amount of blood. “ he laughed, Wilbur nodded, and glanced down at his ripped pants and at the scar that had formed pretty quickly. “Yeah, it scarred over. It didn’t disappear. “ he shrugged, “Your theory may be right. “ he finished with a short nod before he continued to mine. Tommy hummed and grinned a bit. “I mean, it’s common sense right? “ he pressed. Wilbur snickered. “You have some of that? “ he gasped playfully, causing Tommy to very lightly punch him in the arm. “Oh, shut up bitch! “ The two boys continued mining for a good while until finally, they got all the resources they needed, they headed home before the dark had reached the lands. Grabbing a few sheep’s wools, and planks on the way to make beds.

     "Wilbur?" Tommy mumbled as he placed the bed down at his feet, and flopping down into the sheets. "Do you think that we will ever make it out of this shit stock of a game? " he asked with a slight frown, as if he wasn't a happy soul two seconds ago. What happened? The older hummed, and placed his bed down also, before sitting onto the mattress. "Honestly Tommy, if I gonna be honest with you. I know so. " he smiled sweetly, causing Tommy to perk up and slightly smile. "Really? " he asked, which a used Wilbur to snort. "Yeah, Tom's. We are awesome, we can make it out of this shit hole. " he assured. Tommy let out a gentle sigh, and grinned happily. "Your right. " he punched the air. "We are awesome. " he boomed, and turned to his side to fully face the older. Their eyes meeting, and locking together, it made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. Suddenly though, as if it was meant to happen, the older had twitched a bit. A sudden pain caused the man to grip his throbbing head. "Fuck- " he mumbled, not even noticing Tommy rushing to his insoles and kneeling in front of his frame. "Wilbur? " the teen asked, but it began fading from Wilbur's hearing. Everything soon became black. He had passed out. "Wilbur!! " he yelled for the older as the man fell into his arms. The blonde had let out a heavy, and worried breath, and struggled the older onto the bed to sleep. "You fucking bitch. " Tommy mumbled, and gripped the olders shirt with white knuckles. "Don't you die on me. It's only been a few days. Please.. " he whispered.

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     Dry hands gripped the wooden clipboard and stared over at a computer screen that illuminated the darkroom. “Alright, I have the code ready. Go ahead, and hop in the game to find out the two’s progress, Dream. “ Quackity spoke with a short sigh. Dream had placed down his clipboard and plopped down into his chair. “Alright, Dream. A few things. Once you get into the game you HAVE to stay within the spectator mode, or you will be stuck in the game until the ender dragon is beaten. “ he explained, which caused Dream to smile. “Quackity. I sped run Minecraft in under minutes. I got this. “ he smiled, which just annoyed Quackity. “Alright, put your VR headset on and hop in, King. “ The American grabbed his headset, and pulled them over his eyes, once powering them on the man passed out on the spot as if his soul had been sucked out of his body. Quackity had nodded and turned back to his computer. “Alright Dream, wake up. Let’s do this. “ he spoke to him through his headset.
   

     The night breeze had rustled through the trees and sent the smell of grass over towards the limp body that lay almost lifeless against the cold ground. Once the rain started the lifeless body stirred in its sleep, and quickly rose from its spot on the ground. “Dream..? Dream, wake up. It’s nighttime, so mobs are out. “ Quackity pointed out from the american’s headset. Dream glanced around, and then down at his hands which were transparent. “Quackity? “ he asked. “I am in your head Dream, I am talking to you in real-time, but you will hear me in your head. “ he explained, to which Dream just nodded and glanced around. “Mobs won’t attack me, right? “ he asked. Quackity nodded. “No, but just in case I coded a chest a few feet away from you with OP tools and food for you. You never know what could happen. “ he sighed. Dream carefully navigated the chest and lifted open the heavy wooden lid. Inside were full-body netherite enchanted armor, and four types of tools. Including some cooked steak, and chicken. “Thank’s Quackity, I found it. “ he smiled and shoved all the materials into the sack resting against his hip. Quackity hummed. “Alright, I navigated their base. It is on coordinates -302,41,-71. Once you find their house make sure to not cause any interference just cause they can’t see you don’t mean they can’t NOT see you if you know what I mean. “ he explained. The American nodded, and carefully began navigation towards the coordinates, which wasn’t long due to the flying ability he had. Upon arrival, the man heard sobs coming from within the plank house in which he immediately notified Quackity. “I hear sobbing Quackity, If I am not mistaking… It sound’s like Tommy. “ he spoke, before carefully gliding through the closed door. Immediately Dream noticed Tommy on his knees next to Wilbur’s pale body, and the male barely breathing. It worried Dream to the point he rushed over. “Quackity! Wilbur is not doing too well, I thought you said it would take longer for this to happen! “ he asked, to which Quackity began freaking out. “Like I said Dream, you try coding a Minecraft game for real people to join in, Okay?! Okay, what I want you to do is turn off spectator mode. I will still be in touch with you, and can still code in things for you, but I need you to turn off spectator mode and help Wilbur. Tell Tommy not to worry. “ the Mexican explained as he quickly began typing into the code box once again. Dream switched off spectator mode at the click of a button and startled Tommy. Tommy didn’t process this right away, but before he could he was gently pushed away from Wilbur. “Tommy, give me a second. I have to help Wilbur. “ he said before kneeling next to the older. Quackity spoke up. “Is he breathing? “ he had asked. Dream leaned in towards the male's chest and listened to the thin, and quiet breaths of the male. “He is but barely. His heart is beating slightly, but it is very faint. “ Tommy wiped his tears as he processed the situation. “Dream, tell me.. Is he dead..? “ he mumbled quietly. “I can’t do this without him. I can’t.. “ he cried out to the American. “Tommy, I don’t know yet, but he should be okay. “ the American reassured, which didn’t calm the brit even a bit. Dream sighed. “Quackity, he is on the verge of death. What do I do? “ he asked quietly. Quackity spoke up. “Okay.. Done, If you look in your sack you should have health potions. Give one to him, and hopefully, it works the way I want it to. “ he mumbled. Dream reached into his sack and pulled out the hot pink potion, it sparkled, and glowed brightly within the glass bottle. Tommy watched with caution, and just as Dream was gonna pour the liquid into the olders mouth he was stopped by Tommy grabbing his arm. “Dream, please don’t hurt him… he doesn’t deserve it. “ he mumbled. The American sighed and shook his head. “I am not gonna hurt him, Tommy, I am helping him. “ he explained, but the grip on his arm didn’t budge, so Dream shoved the blue-eyed blonde away. “I promise. “ he smiled, before pouring the liquid into Wilbur's open lips. In under a few seconds the male had swiftly sat up in a panic. “Tommy!? “ he said, panicked as he glanced around. Tommy was in tears once seeing Wilbur alive, he lunged himself into Wilbur's arms. “Wilbur, I thought you were dead! Don’t ever do that again!.. “ he cried into his chest, Wilbur was confused at first, but he remembered that he had passed out. “I’m sorry, Tom’s. I will never scare you again.. “ he mumbled, only catching a quick glimpse of Dream, who seemed to be a bit uncomfy by the glint of anger in the older’s pupils. The American laughed awkwardly. “I am glad your back, Wilbur. “ he smiled crookedly, but Wilbur just scoffed. “Stop with the bullshitting Dream, I know damn well this is an act. “ he let go of the blonde teen boy, and glanced away from Dream in disgust. The American sighed and shrugged. “I can’t leave. Quackity has warned me not to turn spectator mode off, but I did to save your life so you should be thanking me. I am stuck with you two now. “ he grumbled, before smiling. “I have things though. “ he hummed, before pulling the OP netherite sword from his sack and glancing up at Wilbur specifically with glassy eyes. “A few hits from this, and your out of here. “ he teased and chuckled the slightest. Wilbur went quiet and watched the American turn his attention to the sword, it was his chance. The older swiftly lunged toward the American and gripped the sword which was pushed towards the American's throat. Tommy immediately gripped the olders shirt. “Wilbur! Don’t kill him! “ he yelled. Dream’s eyes widened as Wilbur grinned widely. The look in Wilbur's eyes said something that his personality didn’t. Dream grunted. “You're a psycho. “ he mumbled, which just made Wilbur laugh boomingly. “I know, now leave before it gets messy. “ he mumbled with an unmannerly tone and shoved the male away towards the door. “Leave! “ he yelled. Tommy watched from behind Wilbur and decided to speak up. “Leave Dream, you heard him. “ he spoke up with a look that Dream couldn’t read. “Alright, you will regret this.. “ he waved the two away as he made his way out the door, once he disappeared Wilbur turned to Tommy, and his anger dropped from his facial features. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you..? “ he asked softly as he pulled Tommy into a hug. “No, but he did save your life. “ the teen mumbled into Wilbur's chest, the older pretended not to hear the boy. “We might need him, Wilbur, you saw the tools he had.. “ he said, before pulling Wilbur down onto his bed and pulling the male's arm over his hips to hopefully notify Wilbur that he wanted to be spooned and as Will moved closer to the teen and his chest pressed against Tommy’s back the teen knew that the older got the message. The blonde sighed and entwined his and the olders fingers. “Wilbur, I wanna leave, so… bad.. “ he spoke miserably. “I just wanna be back home. I miss my family, and just.. The real world! “ he explained, the small kisses that Wilbur trailed along his neck caught him off guard. “It’s okay, Tom’s. I am here, we will get out of this shit hole. I promise. “ he grinned. “For now, we need to focus on getting what we need. “We need diamonds and iron. Which we have from the last time we went mining. So, now we need to make a nether portal, and get blaze rods and eye of enders. “ he explained, the blonde nodded. “I know. “ he laughed a bit and closed his eyes to relax in the comfortable silence. 

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     "Wilbur-! " the familiar voice that begged for mercy under the man as he was choked to the point of a raw and scuffed voice. The olders legs wouldn't move, and his arms wouldn't unlatch from the teen esophagus. The look of dejection and betrayal in the boy's eyes just tore Wilbur's soul apart, and his heart fell to pieces along with it. It was hard to look into his eyes as he breathed his final breath, and fall limp against his hands. It was hoarse, but he screamed Tommy's name until he couldn't speak due to the tears he was choking up. In a swift motion, the male sat up and caught his ragged breath. It was all a dream, nothing too serious. The older looked next to his hip, and noticed the male curled next to him comfortably, surprisingly not having been awoken by Wilbur's awakening. "Your so perfect... " the older sniffled as he ran a gentle finger along the teen's jawline, and across his bottom lip with a smile. "I will never hurt you. Never. " he let his tears fall as he cuddled up against Tommy, and wrap a snug arm around his waist. Tommy, though, had been awake and smiled once feeling Wilbur cuddle snugly next to him. "I know, king," he spoke tiredly. He turned to face Wilbur. "Are you okay..? " he asked with a lovely sparkle within his pupils from the moon peeking through their window. Wilbur had quickly wiped away the tears and nodded gently. "Yes, I am fine Tom's. " he smiled. "Get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow. " he sighed, before resting his head and closing his eyes.

     Dream's skin burned against the extreme heat of the nether, he had been sweating to the point he was dehydrated. He ran through the nether with a sword in hand fighting and trading with piglins for materials that he needed. "Dream, your vitals aren't looking too good. Your heart rate is above 150, which can cause serious issues you need to get out of the nether. " he took a second before speaking again due to receiving no reply. "Dream. I am serious, you can die. You can have a heat stroke if you stay in there for any longer. " he explained, to which he finally received a reply. "Alright, I will if you spawn me in some milk, and a water bucket. " he hummed, and shoved his netherite sword into his sack, turning the opposite way from the lava to head back towards his portal, Quackity just laughed at his request. "I had found a fortress near the portal, I might go there first. " he pushed. Quackity wasn't too happy. "Dream! You can't! It's not like regular Minecraft, you can die! Fucking idiot. " he sighed. "You know what, be stupid. I can't give any more fucks. " he grumbled, before typing into the code box again. Dream had stopped in his tracks when another wooden chest spawned in front of him. He kneeled and lifted the heavy lid before peeking inside. "A shield. Thanks, Quackity. I needed this, I guess I am so used to speedrunning I forgot to make one. " he laughed a bit. Quackity scoffed. "Whatever fuck face, get out of there. " he pressured before he began typing again, and Dream was teleported back to the nether portal. He stumbled over his own feet and looked around with wide eyes. "Don't ever do that again without telling me first," he said, before stepping into the nether portal and being teleported back to the overworld where mobs were waiting upon him. The American immediately was shot in the chest with a skeleton's arrow, and then hit from behind by a zombie. The sough in his breath showed his hurt, but suddenly another arrow flew past his cheek, and right into the skeleton's head which killed it immediately. He swiveled enough to see the figure that was carrying a glowing bow. "Dream, get behind me," they spoke, and swiftly shot down the zombie attempting to strike the American again. The British voice sounded so familiar to Dream, but he couldn't fully make it out due to the heavy breathing of the figure. Dream stepped back from the fight, and watched from the darkness, the figure tearing the mobs apart. After the last spider was killed the figure grabbed his hand and reached into his sack for something. The area around them soon lightened up, and he stared right into the eyes of the figure. The torch burned brightly in their face. "Hey, Dream," he spoke with a smile, almost immediately Dream had smiled. "George? " he had asked. George nodded and laughed. "Yeah, long story short Quackity forced me into you guy's stupid simulation, but he gave me some good stuff, so I agreed," he explained. Dream laughed a bit and felt George pull the arrow out of his chest, he only hissed out the pain. "Thanks, Gogy," he said, before reaching into his sack and pulling out the cooked steak from earlier. He felt better after eating a few pieces. It was shoved back into his sack. "Alright, let's head back to my little shelter. " George said and pulled dream along. "Did quackity say anything? " he teased but didn't expect the brit to answer. "Actually yeah, he told me you were being retarded and needed someone to stop you from being stupid, so here I am. " he shrugged and tugged Dream's arm. "Let's go. "

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     Across a desert with no water, and across a large forest with no energy soon brought Dream to the edge of dehydration, and gross insanity that would tear George apart since he is easily aggravated. “Also.” he heard George speak up. “Quackity said that Wilbur could possibly die in this simulation, and we need to help them as much as possible? “ he spoke, almost seemingly asking a question but it wasn’t a question it was truly confusion. Dream let out a gentle chuckle while George sliced through the saturated tree branches, he noticed the confusion as quickly as it went. “Well, let me explain. Tommy and Wilbur were forced into the simulation by Me.. and Quackit- “ he was interrupted by George gasping, and then sighing. “What! Dream! The simulation wasn’t even done when you shoved them into it. Why didn’t I know about this? “ he asked before crossing his arms firmly over his chest. Dream shrugged and glanced off to the side. “Well, it wasn’t my idea George. It was all Quackity. “ he protested, but the look upon George's features didn’t falter, and that made Dream tense. “So, you're telling me that Quackity is the one who forced both Wilbur and Tommy into the chairs. Strapped them, and pulled the headsets over their heads? “ he asked with a raised eyebrow. Dream felt his face heat up a bit cause he knew George could see straight through him, and his lie. “Okay, I may have helped with Wilbur since Quackity is quite shorter than he is. “ he sheeped, and cleared his throat. George nodded and smiled. “Now, see how easy it was to tell your side instead of spilling lies. “ he hummed, before stopping in his tracks and staring up at the huge stone wall in front of him. Dream glanced at the moist stone, and back to the brit that reached out to touch the stone and caressed the rock before a portion of the wall was pushed in, and it had lifted to reveal a huge room inside. George glanced at Dream and smiled. “See, it’s small but roomy. “ he boomed but was shoved inside by dream. “Yeah, those two words are not similar. “ he laughed. George looked confused. “Huh? “ he hummed. Dream rolled his eyes and sat down on the beds that George has placed in the spacious room. The door had closed with a loud slam into the stone floor again. “Small means less, and roomy means having plenty of room. “ he explained. George shrugged and sighed. “Alright teacher, I am not in school anymore. I am a grown man, I know what words mean. “ he sassed, which made Dream wheeze. “Okay, little piss baby. “ he teased. George shook his head and flopped down upon his bed. “Are you gonna help Wilbur? “ he asked, but the only response he got was a grunt, but finally Dream mumbled. “He hates me, maybe not.”
     Tommy slammed the pickaxe into the stone, and let out a heavy sigh once doing so, the teen then glanced over at Wilbur who was easily mining through the stone with his diamond pickaxe. “Why did you steal the diamond pickaxe..? “ he frowned a bit, but just as Wilbur turned around and looked at him with a gentle smile it caused the blond to smile once again. “ Only because I am a bit stronger than you, I am not saying you can’t hold it. I am just saying that I am stronger. “ he chuckled a little and lifted the pickaxe once again before slamming it into the stone that broke immediately once being hit with the pick’s end. Tommy watched with a dazed stare, and once realizing his staring he tore his eyes away, and cleared his throat. “Diamonds! “ he heard the older yell from his right, and before Tommy could react Wilbur’s hands were cupped in front of his face filled with a majority of 6 diamonds glimmering in the torches of light. The teen nodded and laughed a bit. “Lucky! I haven’t even found iron yet. “ he laughed, and began mining once again as Wilbur moved to shove the diamonds in his pocket. “Tommy..? “ A faint voice spoke. The blonde glanced behind him to find Wilbur nowhere in sight. “Tommy! “ the voice yelled loudly. “It’s Quackity, I’m in your head. “ the voice spoke. Tommy arched a brow. “How are you... In my head..? “ he asked along with confusion that was quite noticeable within his voice. “Who are you talking to..? “ Wilbur spoke as he turned the corner, which startled Tommy. “It’s Quackity, he is in my head..? “ he mumbled, Wilbur laughed. “In your head..? “ he thought Tommy was joking until he heard the Mexican voice in his head too. “Wilbur, Tommy. Listen to me, both of you. “ he paused and then continued. “George and Dream are both in the simulation with you. I will send you their coordinates, and I want you two to team up with them so that you guys can get out. “ he explained, Wilbur already hated the idea. “No. “ he immediately spoke up behind Quackity, Quackity laughed. “It’s not a choice, now go. “ he pressured while typing within the code box before a chest spawned at both Tommy, and Wilbur's feet. “There is some armor and tools in those chests, plus some extra food. Dream has eyes of enders, and blaze rods so you guys are set to head to the end. Now GO! “ he then cut out, Wilbur stood there in silence, and Tommy quickly grabbed the items within the wooden chest. He pulled the armor over him that shrunk to his body to fit firmly once on, Tommy glanced up at Wilbur and snapped his fingers in front of Wilbur's face. “ Wilbur, come on. We don’t have time! “ he yelled, before grabbing the things from Wilbur's chest and shoving them in his arms. “Now, put on the armor, and come on so we can beat this shitty game. “ he said, and finally Wilbur began putting on the armor with a blank expression. “Tommy, this isn’t a good idea. “

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     Dream gripped the sword in his hand as George sharpened it with a flint that he had found while digging around in his homemade cave. The two men didn’t exchange words during this process for the longest while, it was a comfortable silence until Dream broke the stillness. “Thank you for saving me yesterday. “ he mumbled, which wasn’t confident-filled at all. George’s head rose to stare into the other emerald green eyes. “Your welcome. “ he smiled. “It was easy to find you, I had a map. “ he hummed. Dream raised an eyebrow. “You have a map? “ he repeated quietly before there was a loud banging against the stone door. “Hey bitches! “ George had placed the flint down upon his thigh after hearing the voice on the other side of the slab. “Tommy? “ he said, before standing to his insoles and wandering over towards the door. He pressed the button, and the slab lifted to reveal Tommy. George smiled upon seeing Tommy. “Tom’s. “ he smiled gently. Tommy gasped and hugged George. “Gogy! “ he beamed, before being pulled away from Gogy by Wilbur. “Hey, Wilbur. “ George had greeted the older, and only got a wave. Tommy frowned a bit, once seeing Dream step up behind George. “How did you guys find us. “ the American asked, but Quackity listened in on their conversation. “Me. “ the Mexican replied swiftly and then began typing in the code box once again. Dream sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Tommy raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything about the situation. George couldn’t handle the silence, so he moved out of the doorway. “Come on in I guess. “ he said. Tommy had stepped inside with Wilbur following too closely behind. The armor weighed him down and caused his body to become soar. “So, Quackity had spoken on all of us defeating the ender dragon together since we all have good qualities in defeating her... Dream is good at saving himself on the verge of death. Wilbur is good at keeping the team together, and Tommy is good at speaking so look we all have good qualities. “ George smiled as he spoke of his friends. “We do need to partner up though- just in case we need to split up or something. “ the brit continued. Dream glanced at Wilbur and hummed. “Why don’t we partner up. “ he had a slight smirk, but it faded as quickly as it came. Wilbur’s eye twitched the slightest, but he forced a sickly sweet smile. “Sure. Why not. “ he mumbled and clenched his fist. Tommy glanced between the two, and cleared his throat, feeling the tension between the two men. “I mean- What do you say, George? “ he asked quietly. George sighed, and shrugged. “I don’t care. Let’s get suited up, Dream. “ he said before pulling his enchanted diamond armor out of his sack that rested heavily against his hip.
     After getting their armor and tools arranged, Dream had crafted blaze powder and put it on the ender pearl to make an eye of the ender. This would help them find the End portal. Tommy punched the air ecstatically, before being pulled along by George. “Alright, lead the way Dream. “ he hummed. The three watched as the eye began to float towards the sky before falling plummeting to the ground again, and right into Dream's hands. “Alright, it is flying north so that is where we need to venture. Stay close, and stick together as much as possible! “ he explained, before he began venturing towards their destination.

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Many blocks down into the mountain and Dream gripped his enchanted netherite pickaxe. The group of friends following close behind, sweat caked his forehead causing his hair to stick to his temples, and parts of his frontal lobe. The American breathed heavily with each deep slate block that he broke, they were close to lava, and it felt as if their skin was being sizzled off. George wiped his forehead with his dorsal side hand, and sighed. “We are close. “ he spoke as the eye of ender hovered in the air above them, and then landed back into the males hand. “It’s below us. “ he spoke up, and Dream stopped digging. He glanced at George, and smiled. “Stay above until I dig all the way down, I don’t want you or the others hurt. “ he whispered low enough for only George to hear. George nodded, and handed the american a water bucket. “Alright, take this and be safe. “ he smiled. Dream took the water bucket, and began making stairs down. They were a block close to lava so he had to be extremely careful. Tommy spoke up once Dream disappeared, and glanced at Wilbur. “Where did he go..? “ he mumbled to the older with a worried frown, but the only thing that he got back was a shrug, and a smile. The older had lifted his hand, and shifted them to where his fingers were shaped like a gun, and he smiled widely. “Probably just going to sacrifice himself for little gogy wogy his beloved. “ he said, before pulling his hand away and laughing. George turned around, and crossed his arms with a hardened expression. “I heard every single bit of that, leave it alone Wilbur. “ he sassed, before Dream had peaked up from the stairs. “Alright, I found the stronghold, we just gotta search for the portal. “ he explained, and turned to head back down the stairs with the team following him. Tommy had hummed in confusion as Dream stepped into a brightly lit room, vines had lined the walls, and the cobble stone of the room had seemed to be lined with narrow interstices. Tommy glanced around. “Hmm, this is interesting, and way different from the Minecraft that I play on the daily. “ he mumbled, and Dream laughed a bit. “Obviously. “ he pushed with a smile, and Wilbur scoffed. The jealousy showing confidently on everything Wilbur did and said, Tommy may have noticed it cause he had gripped Wilbur's hand, and squeezed it tightly, which caused the older to actually smile a bit, and relax his body, drifting away from the tension in his muscles. George had shoved the eye of ender into his sack, and smiled. “Alright, time to split up. Let’s find this portal and kill this dragon! “ he said, before gripping Tommy's arm gently and pulling him along, which cause Tommy’s hand to slip absently out of Wilbur's hand. “See you soon, Will! “ he smiled while waving his goodbyes. Wilbur waved the teen goodbye, and glanced over his shoulder at Dream who eyed him quietly. “Let’s go then. “ the american hummed, and turned away from Wilbur who began following along after him. Staying a feet or two behind him.
George hummed, and pulled his enchanted diamond pickaxe from his sack. “These hallways are like mazes! “ he spoke as he continued to peak around corners, and open iron doors that seem to be a tad bit weathered, and rusted. Tommy had nodded, and glanced at George. “They are usually over a pool of lava, if we listen we could probably be led there. “ he explained before closing his mouth, and listening closely to his surroundings. George had hummed, and pointed towards a close hallway. “Over there. “ he had said, before swiftly wandering over towards the darkened hallway, the popping and bubbling noises became louder as they wandered deeper into the hallway. The brightly lit door at the end of the hallway becoming closer, and finally once reaching the door George was the first to walk inside, but he didn’t expect Dream to jump out from the side and scare him. George yelled, and shoved Dream roughly away from him. “Your so annoying! “ he said angrily, Dream wheezed. “Your reaction was priceless. “ he laughed in his face light heartedly. Tommy stepped into the room, and was pulled into a hug from behind. Wilbur had smiled gently. “Tom’s.” he hummed gently, and ran a hand through the blonde's hair. Tommy laughed smally, and relaxed. “How long have you guys been in here..? “ he asked softly, and Dream spoke up as he wiped tears from his eyes. “We have been in here for about 5 minutes before you guys found it. “ he explained with a smile that slowly began to fade as he eyed Wilbur. “With a little bit of miscommunication, and a bit of struggle we had made it smoothly. “ he hummed, Wilbur just avoided eye contact with Dream, and cleared his throat. “Mm. “ he hummed. “We should definitely hurry, and kill this ender dragon. “ he said before snatching the eyes from Georges sack, and running up the stairs that lead to the ender portal. Dream darted his eyes towards the older. “If you rush in you can get hurt, we don’t even know if we will get a good spawn in the end. “ he explained, but before he could even stop Wilbur the male had jumped into the portal. Tommy had quickly an up the stone stairs and followed after, diving into the portal head first. Dream watched, and then slowly glanced at George with a smile. “After you. “ he teased. He followed closely behind George, and jumped in after him.
The air was thick, and unpleasant when the team arrived and a loud roar echoed through the abyss of the ender, Dream’s eyes quickly darting towards the soaring dragon. “Alright, quickly, let’s head towards the statue. “ he rushed, before digging through the spongelike blocks with his enchanted pickaxe. “Don’t look at the ender man. “ he explained, before reaching the sub level of the sponge like floating island.

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 In some weird way, the air was thick, and it seemed unbreathable even though they still took it into their lungs. The atmosphere didn’t seem to be too bland, especially with a dragon soaring above their heads and the sponge-like blocks below their insoles that had sunk slightly with every step they took. The brown-headed brit raised his sword towards the dragon as he stood upon the bedrock fountain. “Tommy, head up to the end stars and break them so that she can’t heal. Dream, shoot her down with a bow, and arrows. When she comes down to this fountain I will slay her. Wilbur, help Tommy! “ he yelled over the dragon’s roar. Dream had shot at the scaled beast above them, fiery arrows penetrating into her side, and a piercing roar ringing through their ears with every shot. Dream yelled as he shot the dragon angrily. “DIE! “ he forced words through his vocals and shot an arrow that pierced the dragon's right eye. She freaked out, and her tail had struck into the obsidian pillar which Wilbur had been standing upon, he gasped once the floor under him began tumbling. He thought he was gonna fall to his death, but a hand gripped his wrist and pulled him onto the unbroken side of the obsidian pillar.  Wilbur hung onto the teen's hand for dear life, pieces of obsidian tumbling down near him. “You almost killed me, fucker! “ he yelled at Dream before Tommy had carefully pulled him up to safety. Wilbur had exhaled heavily and pulled Tommy into a snug hug. “You saved my life, thank you. “ he mumbled. Tommy smiled and sighed. “I'm glad I did if you would have fallen. I couldn’t have lived with myself. “ The dragon flew down towards George and began throwing up the purple substance. The brit sliced at the dragon’s head, her scales giving her a great amount of protection. “Wilbur, last end star. Shoot it! “ Dream yelled as the Ender man surrounded him, and began hitting at him. He tossed the bow and arrow towards the older, which Wilbur barely caught, and almost tumbled off the edge of the pillar again, but Tommy caught him by the shoulder and pulled him back to balance. Dream pulled his sword from the sack against his hip and began slaying the Ender man. The older gripped the metal bow and the wooden arrow between his clammy hands which trembled the slightest. “You got this." Tommy whispered as he wrapped his arms around the oldest waist, and kissed his throat with a smile. “Stop being so tense. “ he whispered into his ear. Wilbur smirked a bit as he felt the breath against his ear lobe, he closed an eye and aimed at the last end star. It hit the crystal glass, and the star exploded upon impact with the flaming arrow. The Dragon roared, and flew back up into the dark sky, before plunging towards Tommy, but Tommy was prepared and swung his sword in the Dragon's face. She stopped in her place, and instead attempted to attack Wilbur, but also failed. She turned and plunged towards Dream who was surrounded by Ender man. George gasped, and yelled. “Dream! Watch out! “ Dream turned to face George but was met with rows of teeth and a pissed dragon. He didn’t get to defend himself at all, the dragon clamped down on his body, and everything went black. George immediately felt the burn in his eyes, and shakily grabbed his bow and arrow. He trembled as he gripped the arrow in his hand, Wilbur, and Tommy watched as George screamed, and shot the dragon to her death. She roared her last of her vocals before she fell to the ground, the ground shook once she had landed. Blood spewed from her wounds and eye. George shakily tumbled to his knees next to Dream’s dismantled body. “Shit.. “ he cried, baring his teeth, and pulling Dream into his arms. Tommy and Wilbur had kneeled down behind George, and Wilbur had placed a hand on the brit's shoulder and sighed. “I’m sorry, George.. “ he mumbled. George balled his fist and trembled as he rose to his feet. In the tension, a laugh echoed through their heads. “Ah! How wonderful! You assholes were so easy to fool! “ the voice spoke bitterly. “You really think I am gonna put you in a game, and help you out? Why do you think I put you in there in the first place, fuckers. I am so glad he is dead. “ he laughed loudly, and George’s face crinkled with anger. “I knew you were up to something, asshole! “ he yelled. Wilbur balled his fists but stayed silent so he wouldn’t snap. Tommy had hugged himself with tears starting to form in his eyes. “Fucking bitch. “ he mumbled. Quackity hummed happily. “Have fun dying, fuckers! “ he chuckled, before the voice in their head cut out. Wilbur took Tommy’s hand and tapped George on the shoulder. “I have an idea. “ he spoke to George and smiled. “ Bring Dream’s body along too. “ he spoke, he noticed George’s anger and confusion overcoming his features. “Why?” he mumbled. Wilbur smiled. “We are resurrecting a dead body! “ he smiled, before he turned away from George, and headed towards the portal with Tommy in hand. They jumped in together. George glanced down at Dream’s dead body and sighed. “I love you… “ he mumbled, before picking up the lifeless body up bridal style, and wandering over towards the portal, jumping in.

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   The air brushed against his rosy cheeks and dried away the salty tears from his features. He looked so miserable in the state he was in right now. Shaky palms, and weak knees as he carried Dreams lifeless, pale body to Wilbur, and Tommy’s abode. Wilbur had spoken up from the silent atmosphere. “George. “ he spoke while stopping in his tracks to turn towards the male. “It’s okay. We will save him, I promise. “ he smiled gently. Tommy had nodded, and smiled. “Definitely. I know how you feel, I almost lost Wilbur, and what I felt at that moment was complete horror. “ he spoke and frowned a bit as he thought about what would have happened if Dream hadn’t saved Wilbur’s life. Wilbur nodded and reached into the sack against his hip. “I have these. “ he said as he pulled his hand from the sack, and twirling the vile of hot pink, glowing liquid. George raised a brow. “A healing potion can’t bring a person back to life? Can it? “ he questioned Wilbur, and himself. Wilbur nodded. “Sure it can, It’s a healing potion. “ he mumbled, but in Wilbur's mind he wasn’t completely sure if this would work, but he could care less if Dream is brought back to life. It was sickening to see the so-called “Brave” American dead in George's arms, why did George care so much?

   “Place him on my bed, and Tommy go and look in that far chest near the door, and hand me a book, and quill from it. “ he demanded, and kneeled next to the bed. He pulled the other two potions of healing from his sack and placed them on the wooden floor next to him. Tommy had carefully trudged over to the wooden chest near the door and reached into the dark chest. He felt around and finally got his hand on the book and quill. The brit wandered back over to Wilbur, and gentle placed the book in the older lap. Immediately Wilbur closed his eyes and began writing down words in what seemed like a whole other foreign language. Tommy had hugged himself as he watched over Wilbur's shoulder, and George sat in silence as he watched. The question was... How did Wilbur know how to do this? The brit had carefully placed Dream on the bed next to Wilbur and quietly sat next to the older. The oldest was still writing down the weird-looking words in the book and mumbling in tongues. The air around seemed to become bitter as Wilbur finally began to speak to the lifeless body of Dream in front of him in the strange language he had been writing down. “Tempus est vitam tuam ab incognitis, quae te abstulerant, retractare. Redde nobis plenam formam, et nullum daemonium habes in via interiori tuo. Redi et esto dimidia persona prius eras. Morbi ac ante, ac sis vir, somnia ipsum qui te. Clamo ad te in amore pleno, et spero me esse rediturum.” he spoke and repeated. He pointed at the two healing potions next to him and motioned for George to pour them into Dream’s slightly parted lips. Tommy was shivering from the cold air that suddenly hit him. He didn’t like this. George stood to his feet and grabbed the healing potions next to him. He had crawled over the lifeless body of dream, and straddled his torso, before popping open the first healing potion. “Alright. “ he said, before slowly pouring the glowing potion into the small opening between Dream’s lips. Tommy watched, his head spinning as Wilbur began spreading up the pace in his words. George finished the first bottle. He put it to the side and grabbed the second bottle which he popped open with ease. The brit began pouring that one also. Once the last potion was finished Wilbur had stopped his chanting, but his eyes stayed closed. George put the other glass vile to the side and watched the wounds upon Dream’s skin close up, and disappear as if they were never there. The ripped skin and muscle had also healed with ease, and Dream looked brand new. The only thing was is that Dream wasn’t wakening, he wasn’t moving… He still seemed lifeless. Wilbur had finally opened his eyes and sighed. “Dream may come back, but he shall be a different man than was before. “ he spoke while standing to his feet. George raised a brow. “You just did a whole ritual on him, what are you talking about!? “ he spoke worriedly. Wilbur glared at George. “Leave it be, I know what I am doing. “ he spoke, but George pushed on. “How though, are you secretly some kind of witch?! “ he then was shut up by the man under him moaning in pain. George immediately gripped the man’s rosey cheeks in his clammy hands. “Dream! Omg, your okay? “ he spoke breathlessly, and slowly crawled off the man. Dream had sat up, and glanced around the brightly lit room, immediately his eyes landed on Wilbur who’s eyes seemed to glow an ember red, but it immediately disappeared from the man pupils, and was replaced with their normal color. “Welcome back. “ Tommy spoke from behind Wilbur, teeth chattering as he spoke. Wilbur turned to glance at Tommy, he held his arms out as an attempt to offer his body heat for Tommy’s warmth. Tommy accepted, and was wrapped in a snug embrace. Dream had arched a brow. “What happened?” he mumbled, as he rubbed his head. His body still ached, which could be assumed by the random moans of pain that escaped his lips every small move he made. George sighed of relief. “I know your still hurting, but I am so glad your okay. “ he said, before pulling Dream in a hug. The males face dug into Georges chest. Dream wrapped his arms around Georges waist and pulled him into his lap. Wilbur ran a hand through Tommy’s hair, and chuckled. “You feel better now? “ he asked, while Tommy pulled away from his chest. “Yes, thank you. “ the teen spoke with a warm smile. Tommy then began to whisper to Wilbur, face full of concern. “How did you bring dream back to life..? “ he mumbled, Wilbur gave Tommy a sly smile. “Just a trick I have up my sleeve, I learned it from the one and only. “ he said, but didn’t say much else after that which left Tommy guessing. Dream smiled at George so sweetly that it melted George’s heart, and he just had to kiss his cheek. WIlbur glanced over at the two, and sighed. “Alright love birds, leave. “ he huffed, and turned to face Tommy with a mysterious grin. Dream had cleared his throat, and carefully slid off the bed. George helping him, and leading him out the house. Waving a goodbye, and mouthing a thank you to Wilbur before disappearing, this gave Wilbur the chance.

Wilbur had slipped his hands under the teens shirt, and pulled him close by his hips. “I’m craving you so badly. “ he whispered into the boy’s ear before pecking his lips gently. Tommy blushed the slightest, and giggled. “Well, I’m all yours. Have at it. “ he whispered back, and fell on the bed, pulling Wilbur with him. The male landed on him. Tommy teasingly grinded against him, which caused Wilbur to groan to the sudden friction. “Fuck.. “ he spoke breathlessly. “Tommy.. “ he breathed, before he felt Tommys grip upon his face. The blonde pulled his face towards his, and Tommy pressed their lips together. The blonde immediately slipped his tongue into the mouth of the other, he was needy. Wilbur had leaned into the kiss, and ran his hand along Tommy’s sides. “Fuck me Wilbur, I’m all yours. “ he whispered upon his lips once pulling away. Wilbur smirked as he pulled from Tommy’s lips. “Do you really want me to? “ he asked teasingly. Tommy ran a gentle hand through Wilburs hair, but soon gripped at it roughly, and smirked. “Yes, I want you to turn me inside out. Fuck me so hard Will. “ he breathed, boner already peaking through his jeans. Wilbur hummed, and leaned down to Tommy’s neck to place gentle kisses, and a few hickeys. “Wilbur.. “ the teen whined. “Stop teasing, and fuck me. “ he demanded, but Wilbur just laughed, and pecked his lips. “Someone’s needy.” he purred with a gentle smile. Eyes all on Tommy as Wilbur slowly pulled the males shirt off. “Your perfect. “ Wilbur spoke lowly, and kissed along Tommy’s chest, and stomach. Tommy covered his face, flustered, but didn’t say anything just grinding against the older roughly. Wilbur pushed down on Tommy’s hips to keep him from grinding. “Sweetheart, don’t be so needy. “ he hummed. The oldest had bit his lip as hovered over the teen, cheeks red, and ready to ruin the poor boy. Tommy uncovered his eyes and took a glance at the male above him, and immediately he noticed the male’s lust-filled features. “Your so hot.” he breathed. Wilbur smiled and pulled away from the teen, which seemed to confuse him. Wilbur began undressing, but Tommy was still dressed in his pants. The older slowly undressed and flexed his muscles as he did so. Tommy just watched with a small smile, the blue ocean eyes of Tommy’s trailed all over Wilbur's body. It was almost alarming how much trust Tommy had in Wilbur even after it only being a few days in this shitty game. Wilbur slowly slipped from his pants, and all that was left were the olders boxers that fully outlined his boner, and Tommy’s eyes were set on it. Wilbur sat on the end of the bed and grinned warmly. “Go ahead, and undress for me. “ he hummed. Tommy didn’t know where this was coming from. He wanted him to undress, it was for his own amusement maybe. Tommy sat up, and gripped the button of his pants, slowly unbuttoning it just to tease Wilbur. The teen carefully pulled the button, and then unzipped his pants. Maintaining eye contact with the older as he slipped his pants down his legs. He noticed Wilbur’s adam’s apple bob unevenly as he finally tugged his pants off his feet, and threw them to the side. “Do I make you nervous, will?” he asked with a small smirk. Wilbur smiled softly and sighed a bit. “Maybe you do. “ he glanced to the side. “You’re just so fragile, and perfect. It’s as if one touch could ruin your perfect body. “ he said before crawling over to Tommy and pushing him gently down back onto the bed. Tommy giggled. “Never. “ he reassured before pecking his lips. “Now, fuck me Will. “ he pressured, before gripping the man's hair and using it to reposition his head so he will have more room to kiss. As the teen did this Wilbur had pulled Tommy’s boxers down to his ankles with a smile, carefully pulling away from Tommy’s gentle kisses, and gripped the boy's thighs. “Tell me when okay? “ he said, before gripping his cock in his hand. He made eye contact with Tommy and smiled. The teen nodded with a small smile. Wilbur carefully inserted it into Tommy, which caused the boy to grip the sheets. The older then began to slowly thrust. Tommy moaned his name in gentle, and lude ways, the male leaned forward to the breaking teen. “You like that, Tom’s? “ he whispered into his ear, the boy nodded shakily. “Yes- Fuck..! “ he groaned once Wilbur purposely thrust roughly into him. “Keep talking hun, I’m listening. “ he smirked, but as Tommy went to open his mouth to speak Wilbur thrust roughly into him once again this caused Tommy to let out a loud moan of pleasure, the teen’s shaky, and clammy hands were becoming weak as he gripped the bed sheets. “Please!- “ he whined, “Again.. “ he breathed, and as he said this Wilbur began thrusting roughly in and out of the poor teen. It broke the blonde, and he soon was a moaning mess. Wilbur was close, so he gripped Tommy’s cock, and began pumping it at the shaft. The boy’s body trembled once he reached his climax. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. “ he purred in a whisper. Tommy immediately came onto Wilbur's palm, and chest. The teen panted and lay there with lidded eyes. Wilbur thrust roughly a few more times, before he pulled out of Tommy, and came on the teen's stomach. The older panted and fell next to Tommy. Pulling then teen into a spoon cuddle, dick against Tommy’s back but due to the acceptance of his cuddle, the blonde didn’t seem to mind.

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George awoke before Dream did that morning, and decided to go mining while Dream was still sleeping cause he knew what Dream went through and knew the American needed the sleep. The brit carefully began down the cobblestone steps, letting the wall lead him down the narrow path, the air becoming earthy and stiff. It was becoming hard to breathe the deeper he went, but he continued carefully. Once reaching the last spot he had been mining before, he continued into the stone with his pickaxe, trying his best to find some diamonds. He prefers diamonds over netherite.
    Dream stirred in his sleep, mumbling something before carefully sitting up and rubbing his eyes, a stinging sensation all along his back as he stretched, he let out a small huff of annoyance. “What the hell.. “ he mumbled quietly, before sliding off the edge of the bed. Once to his feet, he yawned and turned to his bed. He grabbed the messy sheets and began making the bed. He noticed a feather poking out from under the covers, confused, Dream had gently gripped the colorless feather and held it up to examine it. It was huge, and fluffy and seemed to have come from a large feathered creature. The American shoved his confusion aside, and just slid the feather into his pocket. He lifted the cover over the mattress and smoothened it out, before fixing the pillow over the exposed line. “George? “ he called out, not knowing George had a mining cave. Dream didn’t even notice George step up from the cave until George said his name. “Hey Dream. “ the brit spoke, but instead of getting a greeting back, he got a spooked yell. Dream didn’t notice the wings expand behind him, the feathers were puffed up from being spooked. George stood in awe and was shocked for the longest minute. Dream raised a brow, before turning to get a quick glance at the wings. “What the hell! “ he yelled grabbing the feathers of his wing, wide-eyed. “This isn’t real. “ he laughed, before looking back at George. “This is a joke, right?” he questioned, just gaining a head shake from George. “No, Wilbur had brought you back to life Dream, but he was speaking in another language. He might have something to do with it.. “ he mumbled. “He did say you would come back as another being, or something along those lines. “ he explained. The Brit's shock was soon replaced with a frown, and a sigh. "Sorry, it's not like I knew what he was doing. " the male shrugged, and shifted his weight onto his left foot. Dream couldn't comprehend the situation, especially since he had just woke up from a painful sleep. A night of mumbling stuff that shouldn't be into the air, and bitter coldness. It only took a few more minutes of straight in eye contact with George to finally speak to him. "Its okay, I understand. " he reassured, finally his lip curled into a slight smile. Reassuring George of his forgiveness. George sighed once feeling the tension of the situation die down, he relaxed, carefully placing his pickaxe to the side and closing the distance between him and the American. He was curious about those wings though, were they real..? There was no way they were fake, after all this he still doesn't believe this is really happening. So, the tense Brit reached his hand to touch the Americans newly grown wings. In the moment, the wing had fluttered once feeling the touch of the Brits fingers against them, and even Dream felt it. It sent of sudden jolt of excitement through his body, which he completely decided to let George continue. Even though this could lead to a messy situation. George seemed to relax while he glided his fingers along the ulna of the wing, and along the large feathers. It was a awkward situation for Dream, he was getting aroused by George touching his wings. That couldn't be normal. The little jolts of intense pleasure that would come after George runs his fingers gently over his wings, which his wings would just fold every time this would happen. Dream tried to hold back from trembling from the others touch, but he just couldn't stop such a thing. George soon realized the trembling of Dream, and pulled his hand away from the wings. "Are you okay..? I'm sorry, I got so caught up in the moment that I-I just got s- " he spoke in a jumble of words, before being interrupted by Dream panting. "I'm fine.. " he mumbled, George's eyes scanned the American. Red cheeks, gentle freckles, green eyes, chiseled biceps, and abs, and lets not forget the boner that peaked through the males jeans. George glanced up from the males boner, and to his red face. "This is so embarrassing. " Dream spoke, feeling exposed under Georges eyes as they scanned him. George felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. "Its okay Dream, you didn't know that this would happen. You just got them. I don't blame you. " he explained softly, debating on helping the other or not with the boner in his pants. Dream sighed, and smiled sheepishly. "Thanks for understanding. " he spoke quietly, before he felt George gently grab his hand in his. "Would you.. Like me to help you with your little.. Situation..? " he asked, face heating up. Dream's words caught in his throat, and his eyes seem to scan the room as if he was gonna find a response that way. The Brit waited patiently, foot taping the ground anxiously. After minutes of Dream searching the air, he let out a sharp exhale through his nose, and nodded. "Please, George. " he mumbled, in a way he kinda wanted this. Wanted George on his knees sucking his cock in such a slutty way, cum over lapping, and running down the side of his lips. Hair messy, and lips bruised. The Brit had smiled, pulled his hand away from Dreams, and got down to his knees. Glancing up at Dream from the ground. The american exhaled sharply once his pants were unzipped, and his boxers were slipped off his cock. George watched as it sprung up from its captivity, and dripped of precum. The Brit gripped Dreams cock, and slid his thumb over the slit of the man's cock. A grunt was received from this action, and so George continued the movement until Dream was panting. Something about this made George feel almost.. In control of Dream. A small smirk across Georges features as he carefully took Dream into his mouth, and began face fucking himself with Dreams cock. Gaging as he went a little to far, but Dream didn't mind, and just slid his fingers through Georges hair to encourage him to continue onward. The Brit continued taking the man into his mouth, tongue working around the base of his cock. Dream had titled his head back in pleasure. "Fuck George, your doing amazing. Don't stop. " he moaned, a pant following behind. The Brit didn't stop, and continued at a fastened pace until Dream closed his eyes and began choking on air. "George-! Fuck! " he shakily bit his lip as he came into Georges mouth, the male took in every single bit, once pulling away from Dreams cock, he laughed. "You came fast. " he pointed out. "It was wing touching was it? " he asked, Dream just glanced to the side. "Totally. " he mumbled, embarrassed.

     Wilbur was woke up by Tommy who was dressing himself into the same clothes he had been wearing for the past week, i t wasn't sanitary, but its not like they had a way to properly wash their clothes. The older sat up from his spot on the bed, and glanced at Tommy. "Morning.. " he yawned. Tommy smiled at him. "Morning handsome, sleep well? " the teen asked with a warm smile that tore through Wilbur's heart. The teen was just so perfect. With the admiration in Wilbur's eyes, he slid off the bed, and grabbed his clothes off the wooden floor of their abode. "Did you sleep well? " Wilbur asked his brother with a gentle smile. Tommy nodded. "Yeah, I am glad you didn't wake up from the thunderstorm last night after we had went to bed. I woke up, and it was horrible outside. Even heard the hissing of spiders, and raddling of bones outside our door. It was pretty horrifying, but with you by my side I was warm, and perfectly fine. " he explained. Wilbur's eyes widened. "I can't believe I slept through that. " he laughed, obviously amused by his own actions. "You know you could have woke me up, right Tom's? " he asked. Tommy nodded, and giggled. "I know, but I didn't really feel the need to. I'm okay. " he reassured for the second time. Wilbur nodded, and slid his pants on followed along with his shirt. The clothes he had on weren't dirty per-say, but they were wrinkled. Once dressed Tommy hummed. "You wanna go see what Dream, and George are up to? " he asked with a gentle smile. Wilbur groaned in annoyance, but just sighed. "Why not. " he mumbled, and they began on their way. Gentle sprinkles of rain casting over them as they made their way through the sand dunes, and woodlands.

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Thunder rumbled, and rain trickled onto the earth as they made their way through the green woodland heading toward George's hidden home in the stones. Wilbur used his brown leather overcoat to shield him, and Tommy from the rain, and well, Tommy kept shaking his head, and pushing Wilbur away every time he would hover the coat over his head. "I'm fine! I promise. " Tommy giggled, which Wilbur could see through that lie by the aggressive shivering that the teen was trying his hardest to hold back. "I can see that you are freezing, let me help! " Wilbur contested, but Tommy wouldn't budge. "No," he said bitterly. The older arched a brow at the sudden change in tone from Tommy and just nodded. He slid his jacket back on, and they both continued to walk silently in the rain. The silence lasted until they arrived at George's rock, and they pressed the button hidden under hanging vines, Tommy had cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just was aggravated, and not with you. The rain. " he spoke with a frown, but Wilbur didn't answer back. He gave Tommy a nod, and that's when the door to George's rock home opened and revealed George. The male smiled crookedly. "Hey, Wilbur. Hey, Tommy. " he smiled, and moved to the side to let them in, and out of the thunderstorm. Tommy glanced around the dimly lit home as he walked inside, and then back to George. "Where's Dream?" he asked with a blank expression, George exhaled through his nose. "He isn't doing too well," he spoke quietly. They were all taking alert when quick steps made their way straight toward Wilbur. The older didn't even get to react before he was shoved outside and grabbed by the throat by Dream, who spread his wings and continued to fly high into the air. "Wilbur! " the American spoke, the demonic lining in his tone frightened Wilbur. The older couldn't speak due to Dream's tight grasp around his throat, all Wilbur could do was dig his nails into Dream's arm. Wilbur's face began to turn blue. Dream laughed in Wilbur's face. "I knew you would do some bullshit like this, turn me into a fucking psycho like you. I don't wanna be like you! Never! " he yelled, finally, dream came to a stop in the sky, they were above the clouds. Wilbur was choking, and finally, after those last few fights from Wilbur, he had passed out. No word came out of the male's mouth, except for a small smirk on the corner of his lip. Dream shook his head in disappointment. "How disappointing. Couldn't even fight back," he mumbled, and finally Dream let Wilbur go, and the older began plummeting to the ground. Shouts, and yells from the ground could be heard. 
     George yelled for Dream, and Tommy watched in horror as Wilbur fell full speed to the ground. Tommy felt the stinging sensation in his eyes. "WILBUR! " he screamed, before glaring at George, and running towards Wilbur before he hit the ground, but he was too late. Wilbur's unconscious body hit the ground with a loud thump, with broken bones, and a bloody mess. The rain poured over his skin and Tommy's scalp. "Please.. Please! Wilbur...-!" he hoarsely screamed, ugly tears spilling from his eyes. A gust of wind hit Tommy's back, and a laugh arose from over the rain. "Pathetic, I am glad he is dead. " the demonic figure spoke, before placing a rough hand on Tommy's back, leaning in to whisper into the teen's ear. "You know he deserved this, stop being miserable. You can do better," he spoke, before laughing boomingly. The hand disappeared, and another gust of wind hit Tommy's back. It was quiet other than the rain. George never came to check on Wilbur or Tommy. While Tommy was sobbing into Wilbur's chest, a hand had found its way through Tommy's hair, and what he expected was George, but what he got was a bloody Wilbur. He was alive, it must've been a miracle. Wilbur smiled as much as he could, he was cold and shaking. "Tommy, food, I need food... I have only a half a heart left," he spoke breathlessly. Tommy, while in shock he grabbed cooked steak from his sack, and began feeding Wilbur. Tommy smiled gently, with tears spilling from his eyes. "I thought I lost you for good this time..." he sighed, the rain still pounding. The thunder still shook the ground, and Tommy still cried. After healing Wilbur up perfectly, the male sat up and popped his broken arm back into place like it was nothing. "We cannot let Dream leave before us, we need to find a way out of here Tommy. Somehow, some way or we will die together," he explained, Tommy nodded and pulled Wilbur into a tight hug. "I am so glad that you are alive. " he sighed, not minding either of them being soaked. The blonde kissed Wilbur's lips and ran his hands through his hair. "Let's escape this place. " the older smiled.

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     Wilbur took a second to finally stand to his feet, and grip Tommy's soft hands. Tommy wiped away his salty tears with a smile forming across his lips, he spoke to his older brother. "Will, how will we escape? We already defeated the ender dragon. There isn't another way.. " he mumbled quietly. Wilbur laughed quietly. "Well, I wouldn't say that. " he purred with a slight grin, before reaching into his pocket to only pull out his flint and steal. "A little TNT can always fix a problem if you use it the right way. " he hummed, then continued. " Minecraft always has a breaking point." he snickered. Tommy seemed a bit worried at first, but then he just shrugged. "Are you saying we lag the game out until it kicks us out? And boom, we are back to the real world? " he asked, only gaining a smile from Wilbur. 
     George trembled under Dreams grip, the male had pushed roughly onto his wrists, and continued to straddle the brit. The wet tears upon Georges features stained his cheeks, and glistened slightly in the orange light from the torches placed around the walls. "Dream, please. Why did you kill him. " he cried, not daring to look the American into the eyes. "Your not the same, please...- " he choked on his words, before coughing violently. Dream smiled gently. "George, he needed to be gone. It is okay! I am here. " the male wiped Georges tears with his thumbs. "I love you. " he spoke, the words coming out in a deep, dark tone. The Americans eyes lidded, and a smirk across his features that burned through Georges soul. George trembled as he stared into Dreams pupils, deep down he could see the hurt in his eyes. "You are not Dream. " he spoke bitterly, before shoving the man off of him. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!! " he yelled, kicking the man in the chest. Dream grunted upon the impact, and hit the ground head fist. The brit panted, before realizing what he did. "Dream, omg.. Dream!!-" he tripped over his words, before scrambling to his feet. "I'm sorry.. " he mumbled. The American rose from the floor, and laughed. "It's okay. " he reassured, but his sweet tone went away as soon as it came. He gripped George's throat in an stiff grip, and smiled widely. "That's what the old Dream would say. " he spoke softly, "but that isn't me anymore. Call me, DreamXD. " he spoke, noticing Georges eyes closing, he let go of Georges throat. "I would never hurt you, georgie. " he breathed, before kissing the brit's neck. George caught his breath, and shoved DreamXD away. "Don't touch me! " he yelled. Dream gripped the males hip, before pulling him to his chest. "Your so hot when your pissed, baby. " he whispered in the brits ear. George just closed his eyes, and gripped dreams shirt tightly. "Stop.. " he whispered. "Your not Dream.. " he seemed to sway in Dreams arm, before his knees gave in. He had fell asleep in Dreams arm, a little trance Dream had gained from being brought back to life. The American laid George down on his bed, and sighed. "Your all mine. " he grinned. "Forever. " 

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     The rain soon lightened, and only fell in light drops against their skin as they made their way throughout the land. Tommy wielding his enchanted shovel to grab sand, and Wilbur killing off all the creepers they walked up upon. They never held a conversation, the only thing being held was a constant humming from Tommy. The older couldn't make out exactly what he was humming, but it wasn't a serious matter so he stopped thinking about it. The hiss of a creeper creeped up behind him, and he swifting turn and penetrated the creatures chest, and again to kill it. It dropped gun powder, exactly what they needed. Tommy opened his mouth to say something, and Wilbur glanced at him sideways. "What is it. " he murmured, the teen sighed, but soon lightened up. "How much more do we need? " he asked. Wilbur shrugged, and pulled out the pieces of gun powder from his sack. "I have about 50 pieces of gun powder. You? " he said, watching as Tommy reached into his sack. Tommy glanced down at the blocks. "Three stacks of 64. " he spoke. "Is that enough? " he asked, gaining a nod from Wilbur. "Sounds good enough. We might need one more stack of gun powder, but if we work faster we can totally get through this. " he smiled gently. Tommy nodded, and switched his axe with his enchanted sword. "I will help with the creepers. This cave is probably filled with them, we just gotta explore it really well. " he explained as he began venturing deeper into the deep, musty cave. Wilbur keeping close to Tommy.

     George took a while to awake, it had been multiple hours since he had last fell asleep. Once opening his eyes and glancing around he noticed immediately that Dream was no where to be found. It was that, or he was hiding. The blur within the Brits vision soon faded, and he fully began sweeping his surroundings. Not realizing that he was strapped to the chair in ropes, until he tried to stand up. "What the actual hell? " he grumbled as he pulled at the ropes, which easily came undone. "Some god he is, can't even tie a damn knot. " he snickered to himself, before shaking his wrist free, and then freeing his ankles from the ropes captivity. He stretched, the fabric of his shirt becoming snug as he did so, then that's when he heard the fluttering of wings. George immediately stumbled to the entrance of his cave getaway, Dreams voice booming through the rocks of his earthly home. "George! I am back, how are you feeling? " he spoke, as he turned the corner. Immediately noticing that George wasn't there, he ran to the stone door which was left open. " George!! " he yelled, his feathers fluffing in anger. The American spread his wings and took off swiftly to find George. 

Footsteps crunched through the silent forest, and the male held his chest as he raced through many twists and turns of the green forest. "George! " he heard in the distance. The adrenaline that rushed though his veins spiked each time he heard the rustle of trees above him, or Dreams snug voice say his name. George's breathing was heavy, and hoarse. The Brits felt his knees began to give out, but he soon heard some sort of laughter near him, and a creeper hiss. "That's the last one! " screamed the blonde teen. George began climbing the grassy hill, and that's when he caught a glance of Tommy. "Tommy! " he whisper shouted, Wilbur glancing up before Tommy even had that chance. "George!? " he asked, before rushing over. "What happened to your neck? " he asked, George chuckled nervously. "I'll explain later, now though we need to hide away from Dream. He has gone full on psycho! " he spoke a little louder, and Tommy finally made eye contact with George. "We got you king, its gonna be okay. " he gave George a reassuring smile, which made George feel weirdly safe. The older smiled, but it faded when he heard the boom of Dreams voice echo through the forest, and the fluttering of feathers. "Where are you! " he sung, he didn't have a hint of worry in his voice. Wilbur gripped Tommy and Georges hands, and gave George a reassuring glance before they all began to sprint back to safety, which happened to be the cave they had came from before George found them. The darkness was a bit overwhelming for Georges eyes because of the brightness outside but after a minute of adjusting the dark it became easier to scope out Tommy, and Wilbur's features. He watched as Wilbur reached into his sack and pulled out torch, he lit the cloth covered stick and placed it on the wall. The light illuminated the area pretty well, just enough for George to see the two other males perfectly. "Alright, plan? " George asked. Wilbur nodded, before reaching to his sack once again, now pulling out a block of TNT. George's eyes widen, and he backed away. "Wha- I thou- " he stuttered, before glancing at Tommy with worry for the teen, but he had a smile on his face. Wilbur laughed a bit. "We aren't gonna hurt you George, it's to lag the server out so we can get back to the real world. " he reassured. "You asked, and I showed you the plan. " he snickered. George felt his body relax a bit after being reassured. "Oh.. Okay. " he laughed with Wilbur. "Sorry. " he mumbled. Tommy shook his head. "Don't apologize. Its perfectly fine. " he smiled gently. Wilbur held the TNT in his hands, and began placing the blocks all through the cave path. The plan was meant to work, and George was putting his hope into Wilbur, and Tommy. He won't regret it, will he? The Brit shook the thought from his head, and continued down the path behind Wilbur, and Tommy who were still placing TNT.

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     Wilbur took in the thick, musty air of the cave as they continue placing down the heavy loads of TNT against the deep cave walls. Tommy smiled as he did so, and Wilbur had a blank expression across his features. George on the other hand stood nervously behind both of them, in silence cause he had no idea if this 'plan' would go to plan as Wilbur said it would, it became worrying, and even more worrying when Wilbur turned to face George. "Would you like to do the honor? " he asked the brunette with a crooked smile which threw George off guard, Tommy nodded behind Wilbur giving him a sense of encouragement, so George smiled the slightest and took the flint and steel. Tommy stood back. "You got this king!" he spoke boomingly, which echoed through the deep cave. George scraped the flint against the TNT block, and immediately the hiss of the TNT began counting down the time they had until the place would blow. Wilbur took both Tommy and George's arms and began sprinting out of the deep cave right the way they came in. The TNT behind them blew and shook the ground, fire inching closer to them as they swiftly fled the cave. Their figures are dark in front of the blowing TNT's fire, Wilbur yelled. "Get ready to jump out of the entrance or we can get badly injured!" he cautioned as the bright light of the entrance began shifting closer right as they reached the exit they all jumped at the same time, and fell roughly to the ground. The cave continued to blow to pieces, and gusts of winds brushed through the group's hair. Slowly, George couldn't move the way he wanted too, it was as if he was forced to stop moving at random times. It was actually working. Wilbur grinned widely as the world began to become laggy, and he slowly glanced at Tommy with bright eyes as if to say that they did it. Soon, everything went black for Wilbur.
     A grunt escaped Wilbur's mouth as he sat up from the uncomfortable chair he was placed in, his bones ached and his head throbbed. The man lifted his hand to rub his forehead, but it was stopped by a device around his head, he lifted it off of his eyes, and glanced around the lab room. "Hello? " he spoke, but it was silent other than the squeaking of the chair as he stood up from it. "Anyone? " he spoke again, and finally he received a reply from another end of the room. Immediately he knew the British voice. "Tommy..? " he asked, and before he could turn the corner to the room, he was stopped by a shorter blonde who had a small smile. "You did it. " he said, before pulling Wilbur into a hug. Wilbur sighed in relief. "I did it.. " he mumbled while resting his chin in Tommy's hair. 

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     The silence of the room didn't seem to last long when George finally turned the corner and almost ran into Tommy. "Oh. " is all the brit said at that moment seeing Wilbur and Tommy embracing each other with huge smiles, part of it was probably the fact that Dream hasn't shown yet. Did he make it out too? George crossed his arms, and noticed Wilbur glancing at him. "What's wrong, George?" The male asked with a gentle smile. George shook his head, and forcefully smiled back. "Nothing, I am fine. " he said, before feeling Tommy pull him into the hug. George was hugged by both the other two, and he laughed a bit while hugging them back. Tommy soon pulled away, and yawned. "What now? " he asked Wilbur, and that same crooked smile appeared upon his lips, and that feeling soon began fading back into existence for George. "Quackity. " he huffed before turning away from George and Tommy and just walking out of the room in a stiff manner. Tommy shook his head, and turned to George who still had his glance towards the door. George immediately opened his mouth to speak. "Tommy, is there any way that you know that Dream is gonna be okay..? " he asked quietly. Tommy sighed. "That's what you are worried about. " he pointed out before guilt filled his chest. "Well, I am only going by what Wilbur said. He said specifically that Dream wouldn't be able to come back since he was becoming part of the world, but I don't really understand the sense of that. " he explained, noticing the expression on George's face hardening. "Oh. " he said quietly. Tommy wrapped his arm over George's shoulders and began leading him out of the room. "While Wilbur deals with Quackity we can go look for Dream, ey? " he asked, and George nodded with folded arms. 
     Wilbur knew exactly where Quackity would be, and he arrived at Quackity's office in under a minute. The male slammed open the office door, and caught eyes with Quackity from across the room. "WIlbur!? H-how did you get out?! " he hated that he stumbled over his words. Wilbur grinned widely, an uneasy wide smile that radiated bad vibes for quackity. "Hey, look.. We can talk this through, right..? " he laughed nervously as Wilbur inched closer. Wilbur swiftly gripped Quackity's dress shirt collar, and pulled him close, eye to eye. "What the FUCK were you thinking when you abandoned us in that dumbass simulation, and you wanna talk this through, oh HELL no. " he yelled, slamming the Mexican to the back wall, which caused the shorters expression to harden. "You don't scare me, Wilbur. " the male spoke quietly, wilbur noticed the uneasiness in the Mexicans voice and it made him smile wider. "Mm, I am not here to scare you just show you not to fuck with me or my friends. " he said before punching Quackity square in the face, the shorter tumbled over once the grip on his shirt was retrieved. "Fuck.. " the Mexican mumbled, before sitting up again holding his bloody nose. Wilbur laughed, and dusted himself off. "Want another..? " he asked, but as Quackity was just about to reply Wilbur had gripped his shoulder, and punched him in his stomach which caused Quackity to cough roughly. Why was Quackity letting him get away with this, he knew Quackity... He was usually fighting back in these types of situations. Something was wrong. Wilbur took a second to eye the room, and when he looked back towards Quackity's desk the Mexican was gone. Wilbur immediately freaked, but before he could react he was knocked to the ground with his arms pinned to his back. "Your dead to me Wilbur. So, I made a nice little cell for you to stay in for the time being. " he whispered, Wilbur smiled widely as he heard quackity attempt to bring him down. "Oh, how sweet you are Quackity. " he snickered. "I might say, this is kinda kinky in a way. Your literally straddling my ass if you didn't notice. " he snorted, Quackity immediately felt his face heat up, and stood from his spot. "Shut the fuck up bastard. " he grumbled, and pulled Wilbur up by his cuffs. "Come on. " Quackity mumbled. "Wait, but quackity. " Wilbur said in a whiny tone. "Wanna talk about it..? " he asked with a sudden soft smile, Quackity knew Wilbur, and his tactics to escape any situation. Quackity scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I have nothing to talk about," he mumbled, but Wilbur knew him well. "Well, I would believe you if you face wasn't flustered, and you weren't fidgeting," he said as he looked up from Quackity's hands, slowly getting closer to him, and every step that Wilbur took closer to Quackity, he stepped back just as much. "Your fucking with my head Wilbur, I know that there is nothing wrong with me. I have nothing to talk about either. " he said, confidence in his voice, but before he knew it, he was stopped by his desk, and immediately panicked, but the gap between him and Wilbur was closed, and Wilbur kissed the Mexican deeply. Quackity knew not to give in, he fucking knew it, but he did. The bastard fucking did. He knew it was a trap, and still gave into it. Wilbur finally got the cuffs off his wrist, and carefully wrapped his arms around Quackity's waist. With cuffs still in hand he gripped Quackity's wrist, and began placing the cuffs on him. Wilbur smiling within the kiss that began getting heated, the male reached into the Mexicans pocket, and pulled from the kiss. The shorter was mess, and it was a wonderful sight, Quackity glanced up at Wilbur with lidded eyes. "I fucking hate you. " he grumbled, but Wilbur kissed Quackity's lips. "I love you too, sweetheart. " he purred, before backing away and raising his hand to show quackity the key in his hand. "Have fun getting out, see you soon!~ " he spoke in a sing song voice as he walked out the room obviously slamming the doors closed behind him. Quackity snickered, and shook his head with a defeated smile. "Bastard. " he whispered. 
     Wilbur flicked the key from his fingers, and it landed to the floor with a loud tink of metal. Wilbur licked his lips, and proudly turned the corner. Where he found Tommy searching rooms for who knows what. "Tommy, what are you looking for? " he asked with a hum. The blonde boy glanced up at him, and sighed. "Trying to find Dream, but he is no where to be found. His functioning body has to be somewhere right? " he asked him. The older of the two could care less about Dream, and everything he stands for, but Tommy wanted to help he was assuming george find Dream, then a voice was heard down the hall. "Found him!' it was George, but his voice seemed off. It seemed filled with worry. Wilbur, and Tommy ran off towards the room of georges voice and the sight they saw was sickening. George on the floor at his knees with tears spilling from his eyes. "He won't wake up. HE WON'T WAKE UP WILBUR! " he yelled at him, but Wilbur wasn't fazed by this one bit. "George, you gotta calm down. " the male stated, before carefully walking over to the unconscious American, and pulled the device off his head. The American was pale, but he was still breathing. "He is just sleeping George, he is fine. " he reassured. "Let him rest, and he should be fine. " George didn't think he could trust Wilbur, but the gentle touch that Wilbur gave him upon his back made him relax a bit. "Breath George, he is okay. I promise. " Wilbur smiled brightly, before grabbing Georges hand, and placing it upon Dream's heart which was at a steady, and normal pace. "See..? Don't worry. " he said, before stepping away. George took in a deep breath and smiled gently. "Thank you Wilbur, if it wasn't for you we wouldn't have made it out. " he said, Wilbur shook his head. "Don't thank me. " he smiled, before turning away from George, and glancing at Tommy who gave Wilbur a small smile. The blonde boy gently gripped Wilburs arm, and pulled him in for a kiss, but Wilbur pushed him away and walked away. In that moment Tommy felt his whole world come tumbling down. Wilbur let out a shaky breath. He didn't know what has gotten into him, but he didn't seem so attached to Tommy anymore. Was it just the game that made him think he was obsessed with Tommy. The older of the two put a hand over his chest and let out a deep breath that he had been holding with realizing it. "Sorry Tommy.. " he mumbled. Or, was it the fact that he knew it was wrong, and the game had fucked up his mind. Now finally realizing what he did was wrong. 

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     The air was cold, and bland and sent chills down the brits skin as a small jerk was felt from Dream. George swiftly lifted his head and glanced up at the freckled American. "Dream..? " the brit called out to him with worry coating his tone. He heard George groan, and finally, the American sat up. "Dream! " George gasped before standing from his knees and throwing himself in Dream's arms. Dream was quiet for a minute, but he finally sighed. "Ugh, my head is killing me... " he whispered to George. George nodded and shushed the male. "Shh, you're ruining it," he said, making Dream laugh a small bit. "Where's Tommy and Wilbur..? " he asked. George finally pulled away and smiled. "Tommy disappeared, and Wilbur is down the hall pacing," he said, but finally pulled Dream back into a hug. "I thought I lost you.. " he sighed heavily. 

     The wind brushed against Tommy's bangs and gently swept against his red face with the breeze, he stood on the edge of the needle or so they called it. Las Nevadas was beautiful from up there, he could see all the lights and even the small van hiding along the beach's edge. It made him smile just the slightest. He glanced down at the ground below, and it seemed to get further down the longer he looked down. A hand had gripped Tommy's arm, and the teen swiftly glanced back to see Wilbur with a blank, unreadable expression. It burned through his soul. "Tommy. " the older of the two spoke, stepping into the moonlight. "What are you doing? " he asked quietly, Tommy only shrugged and sighed. "Getting some fresh air," he said quietly. "And getting a look at Las Nevadas," he said before snatching his arm away from Wilbur. "What are you doing up here. " the teen mumbled before leaning against the railing once again, the overwhelming feeling began creeping into his chest as he stared at the ground below. Wilbur cleared his throat. "I came to actually.. confess something.. " he said softly, before glancing off to the side. "I don't love you, Tommy, I never did.. It was the game fucking with my head.. " he said. Tommy balled his fists, and he felt his body tense. "I am sorry Tommy, but I just can't do it anymore. You are a minor, and I am a grown man. I shouldn't have done anything to become attached. " he spoke so blandly that Tommy turned to face him, and the tears running down his cheeks glistened in the moonlight. "Wilbur. WE FUCKED! " he yelled at the older, punching the man in the chest with heavy breaths. "You're saying that now after everything we have been through..!? " he grumbled, before stepping back closer towards the railing. "This is fucked... " he mumbled, mind racing and the adrenaline kicking in as he began to press his back again the railing. Wilbur notice Tommy leaning off the edge of the railing, and just as Tommy took that one last lean he fell, and Wilbur couldn't catch him in time. "TOMMY!! FUCK- " he panicked, and swiftly ran to the edge to look down at the ground below, the sight of Tommy lying there. Blood pooling heavily around his body made Wilbur sick. "Shit, shit... SHIT! " he yelled. The male gripped his hair roughly, and he felt the tears fall. He fell weak to his knees and cried in his hands.

     Tommy swiftly sat up from his spot in the small chair that he had forgotten that he fell asleep in. The teen had tears streaming down his cheeks, and it didn't take long for Wilbur to be at his side. "Hey, Tommy.. It's okay.. " he whispered to the boy, as he pulled him up from the chair and into his arms. "What's wrong..? " he asked softly, voice like honey which made Tommy weak in the knees. "I had a dream that you said you never loved me... and, I.. committed suicide.. " he mumbled into the older chest. Wilbur felt a wave of guilt wash over him, and he sighed. "I know it's wrong for someone as old as me to love someone as young as you, but I fucking love you anyways and even that won't change it. " he spoke gently and smiled brightly. Tommy pulled away and glanced up at Wilbur. "Then why did you pull away when I tried to kiss you," he asked. Wilbur chuckled. "Cause I had a boner, and George was right across from us and if you would have kissed me there would probably be no stopping me," he admitted, Tommy shook his head and finally his frown turned into a smile. "I love you so much," he said, before gripping Wilbur's shirt collar and closing the gap between the two. Wilbur kissed back and wrapped his arms around Tommy's waist as he pulled the boy's hips closer than they already were. It was heated, and finally, Wilbur pulled away as Tommy began to become needy for his brother. It amazed Wilbur how something so small can cause such a huge problem for Tommy. "Fuck.. Wilbur. " Tommy gasped hoping to gain Wilbur's affection for whining, but it never came, and Wilbur stepped back. "Why don't we go see if Dreams awake, huh sweetheart? " he said, before turning his back to Tommy. Tommy ached for his brother's touch, but instead, he pulled his shirt to cover his boner and followed along behind Wilbur. Wilbur and Tommy pushed open the door to Dreams room, and George immediately greeted them. Dream caught Wilbur's eyes, and smiled crookedly at him, which came right back to him. "Glad to see you up, I guess. " Wilbur said sarcastically. Tommy waved and quietly opened his mouth to say something, but it was covered by Wilbur's hand. Dream arched a brow at this, and noticed Tommy holding his shirt below his knees. "Hmm, seems you two have been busy, huh? " he spoke out, and Wilbur glared. "Hm, why yes we have. And, we stopped just to come and see if you were dead, but sadly.. your not. " he sighed, and shrugged with a smug smile. George rolled his eyes at both Wilbur and Dream. "Let's just be glad that Wilbur actually saved us from dying," he said. Dream shrugged. "Thanks, I guess," he spoke with a small smirk. Wilbur laughed a bit, and soon enough the whole team joined in, except for a horny Tommy who stood there in awkward silence before he felt Wilbur's hand slowly grip his ass. Tommy glanced up at him and grabbed his hand. They ran off to go find a room somewhere in the casino.

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Wilbur pushed Tommy to the furthest wall as soon as they were closed off in a supposedly empty room. Wilbur began grinding against the blonde Brit as they made out, the light from the window next to them barely lighting up the room. Tommy moaned, and groaned within the kiss, and it just made Wilbur become rougher with the boy. "Wilbur.. '' Tommy had breathed out onto his neck, before placing gentle yet sloppy kisses along Wilbur's skin. Wilbur was weak in the knees as the boy continued to kiss along his neck, it all seemed to be running in slow motion for Wilbur. What was Tommy doing to him that made him fall this hard. Tommy did the unimaginable, and gripped the oldest arms before guiding him to the nearest couch and pushing him down onto it, slowly climbing up top of him and smirking. "Let me do this. '' he said, sneakily sliding a hand under Wilbur's shirt and feeling upon his abs which seemed to be something that Tommy enjoyed due to the small chuckle he had let out as he did so, he carefully leaned down and continued the make out session from earlier, and continued to grind against Wilbur's boner in which he felt against his own. Wilbur was honestly too stunned to speak, so he let Tommy do whatever he wanted to him, only letting out gentle groans as Tommy continued to tease him. Tommy had pulled away from their kiss, and pulled his shirt off along with the olders shirt too, and then his pants, and the others pants too. While both of them were in their underwear the innocent looking boy grinned softly, eyes filled with lust as he slowly made his way down to Wilbur's boner in which he slowly pulled from its captivity in Wilbur's boxers. Wilbur watched Tommy's every move. How Tommy moved his body just to fuck with Wilbur's head, and the looks that burned through his soul, and the touch of Tommy's gentle fingers around his shaft. He was being driven crazy by Tommy, and he fully understood why. Tommy slowly slid Wilbur's cock into his mouth, and began bobbing his head along the base of it, letting his tongue tease the tip as he bobbed his head. Immediately Wilbur's head shot back, and he let out a struggled breath. He began slowly thrusting his hips up to get more friction from Tommy's mouth, Tommy let him do it, and continued to be face fucked by Wilbur. The room was soon filled with loud moans of pleasure as soon as Wilbur had enough of Tommy's way of taking things slow, he had pushed Tommy's head back, and he was forced off of Wilbur's cock with a lewd pop sound, and once Tommy was shoved to the couch and forced onto his stomach, he knew what was to come. Wilbur thrusted roughly into Tommy, and Tommy immediately let out a loud moan of pleasure. "Fuckk! " he gasped, and dug his nails into the couch below, he continued to be slammed into by Wilbur who knew exactly how to get Tommy fucked up. The boy below him began drooling and shaking in pleasure, finally getting his brains literally fucked into mush, and as the pressure in his stomach began to build Tommy pumped his own cock to the rhythm of Wilbur's thrusts which brought him very close to his climax, but he heard Wilbur speak quietly to him. "Don't cum for me yet, pretty boy. " he spoke, and continued to thrust harshly into Tommy's entrance. Tommy had closed his eyes, and trembled. "Wilbur, I can't fucking hold it..!! " he said, but it was muffled due to his face being squished slightly into the green couch. "Please!.. " he whined, tears filling his eyes. Wilbur grinned, and slammed into Tommy once more before cumming inside the brit. "Alright sweetheart, you can cum for me now. " he said, and finally Tommy released, and choked on air as he did so. Tommy had taken a minute to catch his breath before turning onto his back once Wilbur had pulled out of him, and he felt Wilbur pull Tommy close. The blonde boy felt so safe in Wilburs arms, and without hesitation he closed his eyes to rest a bit, but something snapped him out of his slumber, a voice from the shadows of the room, and he knew it wasn’t Wilbur. “What a scene. “ the voice spoke with a gentle laugh that seemed softer than his darker tone, which he kept. “Quackity. “ Wilbur spoke quietly, and Tommy’s eyes had widened when he heard the name, wanting to fully hide himself now from embarrassment.

Wilbur had watched as the figure fully walked out from the shadows, and into the light it slightly spilled into the room. “Is this really what you are doing, Wilbur? “ he asked, concerned. “Fucking a young adult, who barely knows what he is supposed to do with his life? I saw the whole show you two put on.“ he spoke, Tommy quickly pulled himself from Wilbur, and grabbed his clothes from the floor, quickly dressing himself to shield his bits, which was probably way too late now since according to quackity.. he saw the whole thing. Wilbur didn’t seem to mind any bit of himself being exposed to Quackity, because he knew Quackity had seen him before, and noticed Quackity’s eyes trailing his body anyway. “Mm, I don’t think you're in the position to speak, since you just exposed yourself saying that you saw me, and Tommy’s whole ‘show’” he paused. “That is a really weird statement if you ask me. “ he said, before crossing his arms, and leaning back into the couch. Quackity felt his face heat up, and he grunted. “You know what I mean. “ he said, Wilbur shook his head though. “ I mean, if you mean that you enjoyed what you saw then yeah. “ he said smugly, a small smirk appearing onto his lips. Quackity shook his head. “I did not enjoy you having sex with a minor, Wilbur. “ he tried, but Wilbur could see through him so well. “Well, the boner in your pants says otherwise. “ he said, before standing up and pulling quackity onto his naked body. Tommy watched, and he frowned. “Wilbur…? “ he had spoken up sadly, but Wilbur glanced at Tommy, and let out a small hum. “You up for round two? “ Once the realization hit Tommy, he turned red and stood quietly until gently nodding.

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The tension of the room soon dawned on Tommy while he stood with quiet breaths escaping into the cold room, the only sound was the soft moans escaping Quackity’s mouth. It made Tommy angered with the fact that Quackity was overtaking the action, he watched it all. How Quackity gripped Wilburs hair, and tightened his grip as Wilbur ran his hands along his body. The fact that he himself wasn’t joining in and standing there in silence as the two men made out, well that was until his hand was grabbed and he was pulled into the orgy. Immediately his shirt was roughly pulled over his head, and a pair of warm lips began to kiss along his chest, and down to his v-line but, before anything else happened he heard Quackity’s voice. “Do you like that Tommy. “ he whispered, and Tommy immediately lifted his head to catch a glimpse of Quackity’s smirk, and Wilbur watching him with lidded eyes. “I..” he paused, it had happened so quickly that he didn’t even realize who had been kissing him, he didn’t even like quackity and yet the male made him feel some type of way. Before Tommy could even finish his beginning sentence he was overtaken by Wilbur man handling him and pushing him onto his stomach where Tommy was forced onto his hands, and knees. The teen glanced at Quackity who had his cock already in his hands, and grinning down at Tommy. “Don’t bite me or I might just have to put a mussel on you. '' he spoke, Tommy could already tell that he was gonna be destroyed. Tommy had a defeated look across his face before Quackity’s cock was placed his mouth and he had began getting faced fucked by their very enemy. Wilbur was groping Tommy’s ass from behind just to tease the boy a bit, but Tommy couldn’t complain with his mouth full of dick. Quackity gripped Tommy’s hair roughly as he continued to thrust into the teens mouth. Wilbur ran his gentle hands along Tommy’s hips, and gently gripped his hips before thrusting roughly into Tommy. It was such a pleasant feeling, he was such a slut for Wilbur. Everything about him made the boy weak in the knees. The pleasure he felt with the two males man handling him made his dick twitch, he felt that familiar knot fill his stomach.

George’s heart pounded within his chest as Dream had stood up from his seat, excitement was all that he felt once knowing that Dream is going to be well. He watched as dream ran a hand through his messy hair, almost brushing it out of his face but it just fell right back in its place. “I am so sorry George. “ he spoke, and immediately George's head perked up to stare into Dream's deep emerald eyes. “For what? “ he had asked while stepping towards the male in a shrunken manner as if scared to make the wrong move to drive the male away. “You did nothing on purpose. “ he spoke as he reached out just to place a hand upon Dream’s cheek reassuringly. Dream had smiled the slightest at George's warm touch against his deathly pale skin. “I did all those things to you, but I truly didn't mean to hurt y-“ he spoke until George's lips were pressed against his, and he was pulled into George's body. The warmth made him feel safe, and knowingly he always was safe with George. After the moment, George pulled away and sighed a bit. “Don’t apologize, I know you meant no harm, Dream. “ he reassured with a small smile. Dream didn’t seem to react right away, but his expression exposed his shock from George’s actions. It didn’t last long cause Dream pulled George into a welcoming embrace, and kissed the males head. “You have no right to be so perfect. “ he had laughed, George just letting out a sarcastic scoff. “Oh shush, you. “ he said playfully.

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The night had been going smoothly with Tommy, and Wilbur cuddling in Quackity’s bed, while Quackity showered, and George and Dream running off to go to someplace other than Los Nevadas which just navigated them to the prison where Dream carefully led George into. George didn’t even realize the reason Dream was taking him here until he noticed a bed, and different maps upon the wall. It hit George like a book in the face. “You.. live here..? “ he asked Dream, slowly turning his body to face the American. Dream had kinda glanced off to the side in embarrassment. “Yes.. “ he mumbled, and sighed a little time after. The room was cold, and something seemed off in the air, which George obviously seemed to notice cause his smile sorta dropped as he moved towards the bed where a chest sat opened, he caught glimpse of the book that sat inside, and it seemed to sorta glow in the dim light of the prison cell which caught George off guard. Dream raised a brow at George’s behavior, but he didn’t interfere, only taking a few small steps towards his wall full of maps. “What is that for? “ George asked with a gentle expression, holding his hands behind his back with an uncomfortable smile. Dream had turned his head to smirk at George, and after a quick second of eye contact he had made an animated gesture towards the map, and a gentle laugh slipped from his tongue. “Okay, hear me out. This.. This is a map of our land. OUR land. It’s amazing. `` he said, it was obvious. The change of tone as he talked about the map, and it weirded George out, was this the Dream that he knew. It continued, and made George highly uncomfortable. Dream seemed to become more hostile as he continued to speak upon the map, and it confused George to an extent, and finally George spoke again. “Ok. Ok! I get it. “ It was eating George up thinking about the mysterious glowing book that was hidden behind him, within his sweaty palms gripping the cold, and rough leather. Dream had stopped, and examined George once again noticing his demeanor. The male had grinned widely, it didn’t seem human the way his smile showed so much darkness. George swallowed down the anxious feeling in his stomach. “Dream. You're not normal… “ George mumbled, and Dream burst into laughter, a deep dark laughter that sent shivers down George's spine, it was too late to chat now. The second that Dream began to stride towards George, the second the Brit shot up from his spot on Dream’s bed and briskly ran to the exit of the cell, but just as he reached the opening the door slammed close right upon his escape, it cut into his arm, but he escaped. He wasn’t fully free yet, and he knew he wasn’t because the door began opening again. The book that had slipped from his sweaty palms had slid across the marble floor of the prison. George giddily stood to his feet, grabbed the book and swiftly began down the halls of the dimly lit prison, it was all run down and covered in moss the further to the exit you got so he followed the vines that hung from the edges of the stone walls. He heard Dreams footsteps begging closer to his figure, and the adrenaline made the hair on his nape stand on its ends. He didn’t know if he would make it, it was now time to see if all that peculiar movement from his time stuck in a video game paid off. George had seen the door that they came in, and he glanced behind him, almost regretting it with seeing how close Dream was, and how a smile continued on Dream's face even during the chase while George's face was scrunched in pain, and fear. Right as George reached the exit, he slammed the door closed, and Dream stopped in his tracks just to stare right into George's brown eyes, only letting his smile disappear. George, being out of breath, took a second to breath, holding the book close to his chest as if he were holding it hostage. Dreams glare through the door made George swallow nervously, and finally after catching his breath George turned his back towards Dream, and began running again thinking Dream would follow, but no sound ever came from behind him, so soon enough George came to a slow. Walking carefully though the plains away from the prison, George glanced over at the ocean along the edge of the prison. The water glistened slightly under the burning star that hung highly in the sky, it gave George a beautiful site as he slowly began coming down from his adrenaline high. It would be a long walk back to los nevadas.
Tommy shifted in his embrace from Wilbur, and Wilbur seem to grunt in disapproval. The small teen watched his brothers face as he slept, and soon being interrupted by Quackity walking into the room with dripping wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist, and knowing Tommy he stared quackity down with thirsty eyes and just as soon as Quackity glanced towards him and wilbur is when Tommy quickly closed his eyes to pretend to sleep, so he could get the chance to watch Quackity change. Quackity sauntered over towards the walk-in closet and turned to light on by the hanging string. He felt those eyes burning into his skin as he slowly pulled the towel from his lower waist, and Tommy swallowed thickly. Quackity laughed a bit. “I know your awake Tommy. “ he exposed, and turned just enough to where he and Tommy’s eyes met. Tommy only huffed in defeat, and quickly glanced away to dig his face in wilburs chest with red cheeks of embarrassment. “There's no need to be embarrassed, I just wanted to let you know that I could feel your eyes examining me. “ he said, pulling some underwear on and slipping his signature outfit on after. Overalls, a red tie, and a long sleeve white shirt along with boots. Wilbur, who still seemed to be a asleep , slipped his hand into Tommy’s shirt to hold his skin instead of fabric, and this made Tommy smile. The moment was ruined though when George burst into the room with sweaty skin, and heavy breathing, and a bloody cut within his shirt which exposed the bloody wound beneath. Quackity swiftly turned to make eye contact with George. “What happened to you, and where is Dream…?” he asked immediately knowing that was probably the cause of the frantic, and to his surprise when George finally caught his breath he spoke. “Dream is planning something big, and we are all in trouble. I don’t think he is normal…” he mumbled. Quackity scoffed. “That bastard was never normal, George. Come with me, lets get you cleaned up and into a clean room. All of you are gonna stay here safely. "