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Sapnap is the reason George is in this position and he’s about ready to kill him because of it. Just because he’s against killing, despite it being so normalized for his kind, he’s not above killing fellow vampires if it’s deserved, even one he considers his best friend.
They met online a few years ago on some server playing Minecraft. The two of them bonded quickly over the game, playing for hours on end. They would stay up all night and Sapnap’s voice would never devolve into that human-like sleepiness George has grown accustomed to over the years of living with humans, so it was easy to pick up on.
It’s not very common to meet another vampire, so they bonded quickly over their commonality of sucking blood and being–well, dead, for lack of a better word. The vampire population continues to dissipate as the human population overtakes their kind, being protected by those filthy, half-human dogs.
Ugh. Even the word makes George shudder in their shared kitchen that’s mostly just for show. Or–it is to him.
When George agreed to move to Florida with Sapnap, he thought he was moving in with his best friend and becoming part of their coven. Not into Sapnap’s house along with his best friend that’s also a mutt.
Sapnap had purposely kept his half-human other best friend a secret from George. He knew damn well that George would never move into a house with a werewolf. Not over his dead body. Literally.
Their coven, the Somnium Coven, hates wolves. They always have, always will, as far as George can remember. And in George’s defense, the Rêve Tribe hates vampires, too. It’s gotten far enough that they had to come up with a treaty–that the tribe will stay on one side of Orlando while the coven will stay on the other. The invisible line that’s carefully drawn out on maps in both Latin and French is a barrier, one that cannot be crossed. That’s why George would have never even thought to ask Sapnap if he’s friends with the enemies, let alone living with one.
But alas, here they are, living in a house on an unclaimed piece of land. George and Sapnap are being stopped from living their best life, all because of a dog.
Apparently Sapnap met Dream on a Minecraft server, too. They became best friends over the game and George, well, maybe part of his hatred toward Dream is partly jealousy. It’s like Sapnap, his best friend, had been living this entire secret life behind his back, fraternizing with the enemy.
Dream is exactly what anyone would expect from a werewolf. First of all, he fucking reeks. It’s a terrible, god awful smell that makes George hold his breath any time they are in the same room. It smells. A lot.
There’s nothing about it that pleases George in a sadistic way, not even a little. Even the musky scent that leaks from his pores, sharp in George’s keen sense of smell, surrounds him in a way that he wants to hate. Actually no, he does hate it.
Second of all, he hops around the house with a smile and long curls that bounce against his face. The stupid puppy look is not cute whatsoever. Actually, it’s the bane of George’s existence to live with such a hyper and energetic person. And it’s disgusting really, the way he has hair all around his body. It’s dark and curly on his legs and his chest, such a contrast to the way the hair on his head lightens at the tips. Dream is so–he’s such a man. Long hair, covered in rough curls across his body that George has absolutely no interest in touching. He’s so dog-coded, it’s annoying to George. He’s convinced that if Dream had ears and a tail in his human form, they’d be perked up and wagging almost all day, everyday.
George bets he looks like an idiot when he’s turned to a wolf. Stupid curly hair with broad shoulders but scrawny legs. The thought makes George laugh internally, knowing that Dream is probably a puppy wolf that gets bossed around by his elders.
Speak of the devil.
George can smell him as soon his bedroom door opens, hearing the creak of the floor from the other side of the house.
“Ugh,” George says before Dream is even near the stairs, but he huffs from across the house, annoyed. There’s a piece of him that gets excited when he hears Dream coming closer, knowing that Dream will challenge him.
“Shut up, George,” he replies with his normal speaking voice, even though he’s not in what would be considered normal earshot. Curse him for having even better hearing than George does–not that he’d ever admit that to Dream. He just knows because he’s done research on the nasty animals.
George rolls his eyes and throws Dream a glare as he walks into the kitchen, shooting invisible lasers into the back of his skull as he opens the fridge. Dream pulls out a vile-smelling piece of–what is that? “Ew, Dream, how could you possibly find that appetizing?”
Dream unwraps the thing, pulling foil off the piece of food and taking a bite that looks way too big. With the shit that’s in his mouth, Dream holds the food up while he messily chews and swallows it down. “Really? You’re going to criticize me for eating a burrito, while you suck human blood?”
“I hate you,” George deadpans, not bothering to correct him. Most vampires do actually drink human blood, whether it be from bags they get from hospitals or blood donations, or sucking on the skin of a person and turning them into another undead, it doesn’t matter. Human blood is the most energizing and nutritious thing for a vampire–but George can’t drink it anymore.
He drinks animal blood instead.
It smells better to him than human blood, and tastes better in his opinion, anyway. There’s something about blood from a human that gives him a metallic film that sits on his tongue, along with the guilt that will stick with him forever.
Besides, the animal blood keeps his eyes in their natural state, dark brown, in comparison to the red that usually has to be covered with contact lenses which just blur his perfect eyesight. He’s not sure Dream knows that he doesn’t drink human blood but he doesn’t clarify. He’d rather it just be another thing Dream dislikes about him.
“You can hate me all you want, George. At least I don’t eat people.”
George clenches his fists, refraining from attacking Dream for such a stupid fucking comment. And from a lying, irrelevant, stupid piece of–
“Woah,” Sapnap says and George flinches. He didn’t even hear him coming, which is extremely uncharacteristic for him. The rage took over though, not being able to take in anything other than his want to pummel Dream to the ground. “Stop fighting about whatever the fuck it is you’re always fighting about. I don’t care. George, I’m thirsty. Are you coming?”
George curtly nods and hopes looks can kill Dream before he dashes toward the door, too fast for Dream to even follow the movement.
At least the look of shock on Dream’s face gives him a good laugh, finding the idiotic a bit amusing. He attributes the pressure in his chest when he looks at Dream’s sad puppy dog eyes with a cute tilt of his head to being so thirsty that his insides are burning, because the other reason he thinks of is immediately stomped down.
No.
He lets the grin fall from his lips, glaring at Dream again just to drive the point home. George will not befriend Dream, he won’t trust Dream, he won’t look at Dream, unless he needs to. No matter how interested he is in learning more about werewolves than the internet could ever tell him.
George lets himself outside and breathes in fresh air; dog-free, outside air, before he and Sapnap race into the forest to go hunting.
–
“Oh, thank god.” George hears from Dream’s room when they get home from hunting.
He figures Dream isn’t talking about the fact that he’s home, but maybe Sapnap. Who cares? It’s not really any of George’s business, anyway. He doesn’t really care about Dream.
“George,” Sapnap says before Dream leaves his room, both of them shaking off the wetness on their clothes. “Please try.”
Raising an eyebrow, he looks at Sapnap skeptically as he pulls off his jacket and shakes it out more. “Try what?”
“Try being nice for once, I don’t know. He’s my best friend, too. I’m so sick of the fighting.” Sapnap’s voice sounds tired. Dejected in a way that is too-human to be coming out of a vampire’s mouth and George hates it. He hates that he’s the reason for it.
“But–”
Sapnap shoots piercing daggers at him, back to his natural color since they hunted for animals on their outing. “I’m just asking you to be nice.” His voice leaves no room for argument so in his head, George zips his lips and throws away the key.
He doesn’t talk about how Dream is a natural enemy and predator of their own kind, or that Dream purposely pushes his limits to piss him off. George doesn’t nod or bow down to the request but he doesn’t reject it, so that will have to be enough.
Dream’s footsteps start down the stairs so Sapnap doesn’t push, even though all three of them know that privacy is a lost thing to humanity with all of their super-hearing. “Hey guys, I was getting worried,” Dream says, softly. Something about him is different than usual and George can’t put a finger on why, but can find the changes. His usual cocksure confidence has wavered. Dream’s shoulders are hunched in a way that makes George feel bad, wide eyes and blown pupils. His hair is a mess, standing up and poking out in a million different directions, and he’s shuffling on his feet. George fights the urge to mention that his scent is stronger now, too; muskier and sharper.
“We weren’t gone long,” Sapnap says as he checks the digital clock they have hanging on the wall. His face falls. “Oh, well, maybe we were gone longer than usual. It’s raining, so,” Sapnap trails off with a shrug. Raining makes it harder to hunt and navigate, even with their enhanced abilities.
“Yeah, you were. Like, double the time,” Dream replies, mostly just to Sapnap but glances over at George too. “You know it’s dangerous at night where you hunt. What if the pack saw you guys? Uncharted territory isn’t safe.”
George snorts, letting the bit of concern roll off his shoulders the best he can. “We’re vampires, idiot. We’re faster than your stupid pack of dogs.”
Dream’s spine straightens but he doesn’t look any more put together. In fact, he looks a little wild. Feral, almost. “Wolves are made to kill you bloodsuckers. If they found you and they wanted to, they could rip you to pieces.”
The way George’s face scrunches is the same as when he gets a dying piece of meat. “Yeah, right. I’ve been here for months and haven’t seen one of you as an actual wolf,” George retorts, putting air quotes around ‘wolf.’ “If it weren’t for your putrid wet dog smell, I’d question if the whole thing was made up.”
“We’re only here because of your kind, George,” Dream spits, “and more keep turning because you guys just had to settle here, near our land.”
Usually, Dream doesn’t play back to this extent of bickering. He usually stops himself before he can actually insult George or George can do it back, but they’re teetering on a thin line here. Without Dream cutting off the fun, George can’t help but take it up another notch. “Aw, puppy Dweam thinks it’s their land. Is that what your stupid mutt friends think too?”
“Shut up, George,” Dream warns but of course, George doesn’t take it seriously.
“You came here, Dream. To live with Sapnap, a vampire. Oh and you said yes to moving in with me. And now you’re butthurt that we’re all sharing land?”
“Shut the fuck up, dude. Sapnap’s my best friend but I had no idea that you’d be such a fucking bitch or I would’ve never said yes,” Dream tells him harshly. His eyes are frenzied and his hands have a barely noticeable shake. “Living with you is such a nightmare and if I could go back to my old pack, I would. Just to get away from you.”
“Dream–” Sapnap finally cuts off their argument but it’s too late. Dream is running away from them and not toward his room like he usually does. He sprints out the front door and slams it, shaking the entire house with his strength. Sapnap follows after him but to no avail because Dream is already gone, somewhere lost to the wet woods in the middle of a storm.
He knows Sapnap could sniff him out easily if not for the rain, but that complicates things a little. Surely, Dream wants his privacy anyway.
George finally relaxes now that he’s gone, ignoring the tiny voice in the back of his head that wonders if wolves are good at navigating in the rain or if it hinders them in the same way it hinders vampires. They have to be good at it, right? He should brush up on his research. Really get to know the enemy better.
His shoulders slump and he speeds to the couch, getting comfortable in his favorite spot. Sapnap is quick to join. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Sapnap asks, smacking him against his head with a pillow. George grabs it and pulls, ripping it a little accidentally. He chucks it across the room and grabs the remote.
“I didn’t even do anything,” George tells him, defensively. “He just like, jumped down my throat.”
He tries to push his feelings aside, not digging into why Dream’s words cut into him like a knife, even through the thick skin of his vampire body. The words are making him feel like he’s freely bleeding onto the ground, scrambling to get it to stop. Since when does he bleed? And because of Dream, no less.
Sapnap scoffs. “I literally watched you antagonize him, George. Like, I just asked you to be nice to him and you start a fight.”
George doesn’t roll his eyes but wants to, flicking through the channels mindlessly like this doesn’t bother him. He pushed Dream because that’s what they do–that’s the extent of their ‘relationship.’ George didn’t expect him to spew out hatred and meanness even he’s never seen before. “Because he’s a dick.”
“He’s only a dick to you because you’re so mean to him,” Sapnap says, very matter-of-fact.
Without replying, George freezes his hand on the remote, landing on a show that’s in Spanish which he doesn’t understand much of. “Because he’s a werewolf, dude, how do you not get that? We’re like, wired to hate each other. He kills people like us, Sap.”
“He’s my best friend, George. If I can overlook him being a wolf, then so can you. And maybe if you talk to him about it without threatening, I don’t know, murder,” Sapnap says sarcastically, “you’d see why I like him so much–and why being a wolf doesn’t really mean anything. Even to us.”
“No promises,” George stands his ground but shuts the TV when he sees the defeated look on Sapnap’s face. “But I’ll try.”
The disappointment on Sapnap’s features dissipates at least a little and George groans internally, knowing that this means he’ll actually have to change.
–
George and Sapnap are still in the living room when he senses the presence of Dream approaching. Immediately, his skin tingles and he sits even straighter, like he has something to prove. He can’t help it. There’s just something about Dream and his deep scent that instantly triggers him into this mode. Even as a vampire, George feels more human around Dream than he has in decades.
When Dream walks into the room, it feels almost like adrenaline would have if he were alive. He can almost feel the memory of his heart racing when he’s near and the faint expectation that his cheeks will heat up when Dream’s eyes meet his. It’s new, it’s weird, and George has no idea where it came from. He also wants to tell it to go away because it has no place here.
Dream is literally his worst nightmare.
“You need to get that stick out of your ass, George. I know I’m a werewolf but you need to stop being a miserable fuck and get over it so I can hangout with Sapnap,” Dream orders when George gets up to leave. He tries to leave to avoid fighting with him in front of Sapnap more than anything, but he doesn’t tell him that.
His temper with Dream is shorter than usual though, still wounded by his hurtful words. “Maybe stop being such a fucking asshole all the time and I’d actually want to be around you,” he spits back, arms crossed over his chest and standing in front of the TV. Okay, so his ego is a little bruised. So what? He has to protect himself now.
Sapnap rolls his eyes and makes an obviously annoyed noise, standing and leaving the room. Fair, George thinks. In his defense, he is going to keep his word and try to talk to Dream. Just… not today. But it’s not his fault Dream is a big and dumb idiot.
“You hated me before we even met. It’s like you smelt me once and decided that we were mortal fucking enemies,” Dream tells him, arms thrown in the air with exasperation.
“Because you fucking reek,” George chucks back at him. He waves his hand in front of his nose as if to make a point. “And we are mortal enemies, genius.”
Dream rolls his eyes with an amused smirk, standing up from his place on the couch and getting closer to George. “No, we’re not.”
“Yes, we are.”
“Sapnap and I are friends. Best friends, George. So the only problem is you,” Dream says, pointing a harsh finger into his chest. George pushes it off, ready to defend himself further if he needs.
There’s something about their banter, their back and forth, that gets George going. He likes it and he thinks Dream likes it just the same. He hates to think he might have to give this up. “Yeah, well Sapnap is an idiot and you’re just–”
“Just what?” Dream challenges when George cuts himself off.
He doesn’t know what he was going to say but it must not have been important if he can’t think of it.
They’ve never been this close. Not once in the few months that he’s lived here has he actually gotten close enough to Dream to notice how–how big he is.
He’s a werewolf for crying out loud, of course he’s big, but somehow, George is just finally noticing. Or maybe he has noticed Dream’s size before but never really noticed how large he is in comparison to George.
Dream’s shoulders are broad, almost double George’s. He’s a whole head taller than him too, making it so he has to look up at Dream to see his eyes and long lashes. Dream’s hands must be able to fold over his own, more than should be legal, and–and everything else he wants to compare in size is covered by their clothes.
“It’s uh–it’s–” George stammers idiotically.
Grimacing, he looks down at Dream’s chest and leans an inch closer, inhaling the deep woodsy smell he lets off. That human-like feeling is almost enough to get him to give into his want and press himself into Dream, but he knows better. He’s dizzy on the smell, swirling around him and coating his nostrils like he’s never smelt it before. It’s the first time he takes it in without anger simmering just below the surface, ready to tip over with one snide comment. It’s the first time his mind is calm enough to admit that he likes it, even though he’s physically made not to.
He knows even Sapnap doesn’t like Dream’s smell because he’s said as much, but he wonders why Sapnap doesn’t and he does. It’s not like Sapnap would lie. Vampires complain widely about the rotting stench of werewolves, so why doesn’t Dream smell as bad as everyone makes it seem?
“George?” Dream asks, voice stupid soft in a way that’s never aimed at him.
“Hm? Oh um–” George coughs, looking back up at Dream’s eyes. “I don’t know. Stop–stop talking to me.”
As George steps away, Dream wears a look of concern but doesn’t say anything. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t, not if George had anything to say about it. George would never let Dream ask him questions, especially not personal ones. Especially about this. What would he even say? I’m dizzy from your scent, let me stay close? Yeah, right. He would never.
“Are you alright?”
That’s George’s cue. He sighs and shakes his head clear of his own thoughts as he rudely dismisses Dream’s question, walking away at too fast of a speed to be human but too slow to be considered typical for him. He’s all thrown off, now.
What the hell is happening to him?
Dream says something from behind him and he blows it off, waving at him dismissively to go upstairs.
Maybe he can talk to him another day.
–
George keeps checking the bottom right corner of his screen for the time, hating that he’s waiting for the sound of Dream’s steps to approach the house.
It’s late—too late to be considered normal for him. Maybe it’s Dream’s version of payback. Staying out late and making them worry, since they just did that to him. But they didn’t mean to worry Dream. George would have thought Dream would have been happy that they took too long, maybe hoping that George got attacked on the way.
He slams his hands on his desk once he decides he’s been along with his thoughts for too long, shaking it as he uses it to push himself up and head to Sapnap’s room. He doesn’t knock, knowing that Sapnap will have heard him coming, and barges in. “What?” Sapnap asks coolly without looking up from his phone. He’s clearly still pissed at George, despite how much time has passed.
“Dream’s not back yet,” George says with a duh tone. Like, obviously Dream is missing. Doesn’t Sapnap care? He should care. He should care a hell of a lot more than George does.
“I know,” he replies, not elaborating.
George takes it upon himself to sit on Sapnap’s bed. “You know? He’s been out for ages, aren’t you worried?”
Sapnap huffs and types something on his phone angrily before slamming it down. “No, George, I’m not, because unlike you, I trust that he can handle himself. He’s a fucking wolf, he’s fine.”
“I’m sure Dream can handle himself fine, Sapnap, I just think it’s weird that he’s been gone this long,” George explains nonchalantly like it doesn’t mean a thing to him. It doesn’t mean anything to him. He just–he’s–he doesn’t want Dream to get hurt and then it be George’s fault. That would suck. “Did you text him?”
“No, I’m not worried and he probably doesn’t have his phone. He never carries it with him when he’s, you know, wolfing it up,” Sapnap says, finally turning to look at George. “He’s fine, George, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”
It’s dawn. Dream should be back by now. It’s far too late and Dream–well, he needs his sleep. Wolves sleep more than the average person, especially on days that they spend on four paws instead of two feet. What if he falls asleep in a dangerous spot and can’t go on? What if something attacks him while he’s resting?
George sighs and looks at his own phone, wondering if he should text Dream. There are so many reasons he shouldn’t text Dream, considering they’ve never texted outside of their house group chat, but he needs to know.
When he does texts, he shouldn’t be surprised that he hears Dream’s phone vibrate from another part of the house. George isn’t sure where exactly, he doesn’t care enough to go look, and decides to sit in the living room, like that will make a difference.
The hours on the clock tick by one by one, going agonizingly slow. It’s painful and George is almost convinced the clock is tricking him with slower seconds than usual. He doesn’t make it long before he decides to give in and just… go outside.
Maybe he’ll be able to track down Dream’s smell, or he stayed close enough in the area that George will hear his breathing across the street.
He steps out and it’s cold–not in a way that feels cold to George as a vampire, but one that he knows just by the way the wind blows against his icy skin that it would be cold to anything living. It instantly heightens George’s anxiety about Dream being out here, though rationally he understands that wolves can be outside in weather that’s much colder than this by a landslide.
George sighs and closes his eyes, trying to focus all of his attention on his nose, and breathes in. He smells Dream instantly, inhaling something that is Dream’s usual scent and something so much more. It’s deep and it almost burns his nostrils as he takes it in, trying to put his finger on it. The smell isn’t distant–it’s close by and untainted by the rainfall, which means if Dream left, he already came back to be in the surrounding area of their property.
Thank god.
It eases him, like knowing Dream is close and safe and theoretically unharmed allows him to think clearly. He can untense every muscle in his body and open his eyes, thinking sharply again and able to peer through the front yard, listening carefully for movement or any sign of life.
There’s nothing here, not in the front, so George makes his way to the back of their house in hopes Dream is hiding somewhere on their large piece of land, safe from other wolves and vampires and whatever else is hiding out there that George doesn’t want to entertain.
Musk hits him in waves, mixed with the musty smell of Florida rain and mud. He can hear drops of rain fall onto the leaves and then to the ground, hard splashes against the concrete of their patio and soft on the mossy ground. He walks at a human pace toward the direction Dream’s smell is coming from, peering through the mist and into the woods.
The first thing he notices is a heartbeat thudding, the sound of Dream’s breathing coming to George soon after. Between the smell and the noise, George finds him without a thought.
He freezes before he’s noticed, taking a moment to take in the sight. His mind is split between fear and want, seeing one of the only creatures that he knows could kill him right in his line of sight, but knowing that this is Dream in his other form.
Of course Dream is huge and although he’s not sure, George assumes he’s bigger than most wolves based on the size of his paws alone. There’s a healthy dose of fear settled in George’s chest, feeling like he’s about to run at any moment, but the color of the wolf’s fur settles him a bit.
The color of his hair is exactly what Dream’s is; dark at the roots and gradually lightening at the edges. It looks long, almost too long, and curly, and George instantly wants to know if he gets his haircut as a human, does it correlate to the length of his hair as a wolf? He’ll have to ask one day, if he ever gets the chance.
With the uneasiness that comes along with seeing his biggest threat in front of his eyes comes appreciation for the creature that he knows is his roommate.
Dream looks… cute.
Fuck. What’s happening to him?
He’s settled asleep under a tree that keeps him mostly dry, yet there are big drops that gather on leaves above him every so often that they fall onto Dream’s head. His ears are down and pointed slightly outward, flicking every time a drop of water hits him. Dream looks so peaceful like this, with his paws tucked beneath his chin and tail wrapped close against his hip.
George debates waking him up, wondering if he should just let him rest now that he knows Dream is safe, but he doesn’t get the chance to make a decision.
He sees Dream’s eyes flutter open once and before George can even move, Dream is up and in defensive mode. George’s instincts send him into his own primal state, moving back and eyes lasering in on the enemy.
Dream’s tail stands straight up behind him, back ramrod straight and so tense in a way George didn’t even know was possible for a living animal. George, once he sees Dream’s eyes are almost exactly the same as in his human form, settles internally. He goes from ready to defend himself to his hands up by his head, palms facing toward Dream, as if to say he’s not a threat.
Before he gets to think about if Dream has his human knowledge in this form, he sees green eyes look at either of his hands before taking a step back. Dream doesn’t back down completely but George sees something in his demeanor change, tail wagging side to side slightly and jaw slacking.
God, he’s huge.
George had obviously heard that wolves are huge but nothing compares to standing here, being towered over by a wolf. Even in his human form, Dream is almost double if not triple his size, but here? He feels small.
Next to Dream in his wolf form, George feels like a useless, feeble creature that can be snapped in half without effort. He’s not sure he’d even be able to reach Dream’s head without a step stool and knows damn well just by looking that if Dream stepped on him with just one paw, George would have a broken bone.
“I was worried,” George says into the open stupidly, unsure what Dream can understand or if he has any way to reply. The wolf just stares at him, not making any motion to reply or acknowledge his words. George nods and swallows. “Right, uh, you can’t talk. You should come back in, it’s almost morning.”
Dream shuffles on all four paws, tail wagging a bit more now like he’s less skeptical of the situation. Then, he gets himself back down into a lying position. Damn, even as a wolf, he’s a stubborn fuck. He does it to get under George’s skin and he can tell by the mischief in his eyes, the same look he gets as a human.
George rolls his eyes, partly at Dream’s attitude and partly at the fact that he’s having a one-sided conversation with a wolf. “Oh my god, Dream, you’re so annoying,” George tells him then, crossing his arms but stepping closer. Dream doesn’t flinch to move away so George decides that it’s okay to approach him.
He catches Dream sniffing him and he wants to know if his smell is incredibly different to Dream when he’s like this. Surely it is, or it’s stronger than in his human form, at the least. That only makes sense. George doesn’t stop him though or make a snide comment, knowing that this will help Dream feel more comfortable with him while they’re like this, whether it’s just for now or it happens again.
“Don’t you need sleep?” George asks and he sees Dream’s eyes roll to the back of his head before he sets his chin on the ground between his paws and closes his eyes.
George jokingly slaps his large and soft shoulder, clicking his tongue. “You’re such an idiot,” George says.
When Dream doesn’t react, he’s worried that he’s crossed a line. It’s odd because they’re still them but in a completely different environment. They barely get along while Dream is a human, so George doesn’t know how their instincts may change while Dream is like this, outside and in his most animalistic state. Again, they are enemies, but they can at least exist in the house. Mostly. But maybe while Dream is a wolf, it won’t work and that’s fine, he just needs to know.
Instead though, George gasps when he feels Dream’s tongue against the side of his cheek. It’s warm against George’s freezing skin and bumpy against porcelain-like smoothness, wet and slimy as it drags from his chin to his hairline.
“Oh my– ew!” George screeches, jumping back a bit and wiping his face. “What is wrong with you?”
He can see Dream’s mouth open wider and tongue poke out, slipping to the side, tail almost vibrating with excitement. Dream pokes his side then with his nose gently, like a peace offering, and George takes it.
As Dream settles in again under the dry tree, George sits next to him. They exist like that for a while, just staring out into the yard as the rain comes down and hopefully waters their grass, side by side. George feels the tickle of Dream’s fur on his arm and eventually, Dream’s head tilts to the side.
It’s so animalistic that George isn’t sure it’s actually on purpose but he lets himself feed into it. As Dream’s head is tilted, George lifts his hand and puts it carefully onto his head between his two ears. He scratches and the response is quick.
Dream tilts his head toward George even more, pushing into his hand as lets out a groan as George hits a good spot. George chuckles but it’s not mocking or sarcastic like it usually is when he’s with Dream. It’s warm and unexpected but it’s okay. For some reason, even like this they’re okay. Actually, they are better off here as wolf and vampire than Dream and George within the confines of their home.
George scratches his head and behind his ears, making Dream vibrate with a sound that if George didn’t know better, he’d think was a purr. The way Dream’s eyes close and he seems completely comfortable has George reflecting on their relationship. He wouldn’t even consider them acquaintances, much less friends, but… here they are, in their most dangerous states, and they’re fine.
They aren’t even just coexisting peacefully but they are actually getting along with one another. So here lies the question: is their beef one sided?
Maybe George is a bit more fierce than Dream, and is a little bit meaner, but is Dream an innocent party in all of this? No, it can’t be.
Yet, sitting with Dream when he’s genuinely a threat, there’s nothing. All Dream has done is lick his cheek and ask for pets.
He doesn’t say anything aloud but he lets Dream wiggle his head around so George’s hand lands on the best spots. George giggles and looks down at him, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth as he turns on his side and swats at George playfully with his front paw.
George can try to turn things around with Dream. Hopefully, it’s not too late.
–
“You really hate living with me?” George asks one day when he’s in the kitchen and Dream is in the den, swallowing his pride. Sapnap isn’t in the house right now and it’s his only shot to really do this without outside ears.
They haven’t spoken since a few days prior, when George found Dream sitting in the rain.
It’s been eating George alive, what Dream had said. Is George really making his life that awful? Like, he’d rather go back to his pack than live with his best friend? That was never George’s intention, even if they hate each other more than anyone else they have ever met.
George doesn’t look up but knows by the way all of his movements come to a short stop that Dream is looking at him. “Um,” Dream starts, clearly caught off guard. Yeah, it’s out of character for George, to be fair. “I–I don’t know what you really want me to say to that.”
Another good point.
Ugh, Dream is winning here and no one has even said anything yet.
Instead of asking again with the possibility of getting his feelings hurt even further, he reframes his words and asks something completely different. “Are you going to leave?”
“No,” Dream replies easily but his voice is guarded, like he’s skeptical of George’s motives. George finally looks over to see Dream, making eye contact instantly that makes his cold and dead heart drop to his stomach. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”
The response is more honest than George was expecting, more open and willing to share than George had planned for. That’s a good start. “But you would?”
“Yeah, George, I would.” Dream doesn’t expand and George isn’t sure why his lungs lose all the air they were holding. He doesn’t even need to breathe as a vampire, which is why the feeling of losing his breath is so foreign to him.
“Why?”
The laugh that leaves Dream is cynical. He hates it. “Because you hate me.”
“I, uh, sorry. I don’t–I don’t hate you,” George says quickly. “I don’t want here to be, like, miserable for you.” His words mimic Dream’s, making sure to throw in the offensive language Dream used. He doesn’t respond so George asks another question. “What about your old pack?” George asks instead of apologizing again, trying to show that he’s actually asking to know and not just to use as information against him. He walks slowly, at a human space from room to room. Subconsciously, he knows it’s so he has more time before getting into the room Dream is in, but he tells himself that it’s to make Dream feel more comfortable.
After a moment of hesitation, Dream shakes his head vulnerably. As George approaches, Dream recoils. Like a scared animal, he moves quickly to cover himself. He goes from sprawled out on his back to curled in on himself at the corner, knees up against his chest and pupils constricted. George sits at the chair furthest away, as if to show that he’s not a threat with his hands up. It only eases Dream a little.
“Why are you being nice to me?” Dream asks, instead of answering the question.
“Sapnap asked me to try,” George says, “and he’s right. If you guys can be friends, then–” George doesn’t finish his sentence because Dream can definitely infer. “You didn’t hurt me,” George admits then, looking down at his fingers as he plays with them in front of him. “You were a wolf and didn’t try to kill me.”
Dream nods but doesn’t acknowledge George’s words. “You weren’t a threat,” Dream tells him. “I could smell it on you, that you weren’t going to hurt me. I knew I could trust you.”
George would love to know how that works but he assumes it’s something about pheromones, just like Dream could probably smell fear on him too. He never thought wolves could smell that on vampires though, just humans, so that’s something new to him.
“My old pack doesn’t–they don’t accept people like me,” Dream says, not waiting for George to reply, making his body and voice as small as they can go.
George empathizes with Dream, for some reason wanting to comfort him and have him open up into his comfortable self again. He hates that he feels that and for Dream of all people, but something about the usually cocky man being so unsure makes him feel… icky. Especially after the other day. Something about that changed George’s entire perspective on Dream. “Like you?”
“I don’t kill vampires,” Dream says, refusing to meet George’s eyes, “and that’s like, what we’re here for. When we start changing, it’s because vampires are around and we’re meant to like, control the population.”
“Oh.” George’s voice is breathless. That’s interesting. Maybe he can view Dream as like, an enemy instead of mortal enemy, now that he knows Dream isn’t looking to kill him. The other day wasn’t a one-off thing. “So you left your pack because of it?”
Dream shakes his head. “They wouldn’t let me stay. They pushed me out and spread the word to every nearby pack so they would deny me. I had to find wolves like me, or ones that would at least accept me.”
Huh. Out of all things that Dream could have said, George would never have guessed that. Someone who has so much hatred for George, for a vampire, he was sure that if it came down to it, Dream would kill him. He wonders if he would be Dream’s one exception to vampire killing. “So, you’re not secretly planning out my murder?” George says, intonation rising in a humorous manner, hopefully to lighten the mood.
“Sadly, George, no. I am not planning your murder,” Dream says with a half-grin. “Even if I wish I was. Besides, I would have done it already, right?”
“Shut up,” George replies playfully, a smile threatening his own features as he thinks about the other day. God dammit, why does this idiot make him smile?
Dream peers at him through mostly closed lids but it still feels light. “Are you planning mine? Getting ready to suck my blood?”
Faking a gag, George sticks his finger in his mouth to mimic the action. “First of all, no. I'd never suck a wolf’s blood.”
Again, Dream rolls his eyes. “Right, forgot we’re disgusting,” Dream says sarcastically but he’s still smiling. George can’t help but preen when Dream relaxes on the couch. He lets his arms relax around his knees before stretching them out in front of him. George isn’t sure how much of his human mannerisms are from his werewolf thing, but he can’t help but wonder if this is similar to the way a puppy will show its belly with trust. He runs with it.
“Second of all, I–I don’t drink human blood.” The words are said so casually, like it doesn’t matter. In all honesty, it doesn’t matter much to George, aside from the vulnerability that comes with it. Even when he was a young vampire, feeding on humans wasn’t something he was all that interested in and as he grew older in age but not in body, his quench for blood slowly got better and better.
“Wait, what? Never?” Dream asks incredulously. He looks so shocked, eyes wide and jaw slack, that George has to laugh.
“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” George says. He shuts his mouth, licking his lips. “No, I’ve tried like, processed shit but I won’t–yeah. I can’t.”
“What?” Dream repeats, almost like a broken record. “What do you eat then? I thought–you’re all like–”
With a lack of anything else to say, he cuts himself off and George shakes his head. “I can eat human food, too, it’s just not as energizing so I don’t. And when I need to quench my thirst, I only feed on animals.”
Dream’s eyes widen and then he looks around awkwardly. “Uh–”
“Not werewolves,” George corrects, with a face of disgust. “Trust me, not werewolves.”
Letting out a sigh of relief and swiping his forehead as a joke, Dream laughs. “Thank god.”
“Have you noticed my eyes aren’t red?” George asks, then.
Dream huffs. “Shit, dude, I had–I had no idea.”
George nods, kind of with a silly demeanor. “They’re brown, right?” George asks with a laugh, and then he blinks his eyes and looks up to the sky, as if to flaunt them.
“Obviously, dumbass. What? Vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors or pictures, ha ha, very funny. Not falling for that one,” Dream mocks with a stupid voice, deadpanned.
“No, I’m colorblind,” George says. “I have a hard time with like, reds and greens.”
He sees Dream’s eyes soften in a way that he’s not used to and he lets him stare straight into his own. It’s nice to see Dream relaxed like this. His body language is more chill than he thinks he’s ever seen and George internally slaps himself. Has he really been making Dream uncomfortable in his own home for months? After he got kicked out of his pack, all for people like George? He feels like shit now.
“You didn’t say anything about brown.”
George laughs, head falling back as he looks up to the ceiling. “I know, I can see brown,” George replies through his giggles and Dream dissolves into his own.
“You’re such an idiot, George,” Dream says and without the malice that usually comes along with it, George thinks he can start to enjoy the term idiot. Like a term of endearment or something.
He lets Dream get the last word before putting on a movie. George doesn’t think either of them are really interested in it but that’s very clearly not the point, so they both suffer through it while giving each other looks from the corner of their eyes and making fun of how shitty the film is.
–
After that, things are a lot more smooth between Dream and George.
They fight, yeah, but George isn’t sure he wants that to change. The only difference now is that their fights have humor-filled eyes instead of rage and possibilities of death behind them.
Sapnap is a bit happier. He doesn’t ask what happened yet, but George knows he will, and he still tells them to cut their shit when they argue but he can see that something has changed enough that they can peacefully coexist.
Sometimes now, the three of them will watch movies in the movie room together. George will even sit in the middle sometimes, saying it’s because he wants to annoy Dream but really, he likes the way he smells of Dream when he goes back to his room if they sit together for an entire movie.
He could never admit that though, not to anyone. Not even to Bronty, his stuffed animal from childhood that’s still in his room and hiding behind his pillows. It’s one of the only things he remembers from his early childhood now that he’s a vampire, the keepsake being something he never wants to get rid of.
“Want to go for a run?” Dream asks him one day. It’s shocking because aside from that one day, they never talked to one another, let alone went out of their way to specifically hang out with Sapnap.
But here they are. Dream wants to go running in the woods. He lets the intriguing idea bounce around his skull, saying yes before he contemplates why it could be a bad idea.
It’s not though.
The first thing George sees is Dream run outside, ripping his clothes as he morphs into a wolf, which is a sight to see. It’s odd how it happens but it’s natural, the way his body changes into that of an animal midair. All it does is peak George’s interest, wanting to get to know Dream better. Not just as a wolf but in general–he wants to learn about the first time he changed and his first pack and how he decided that killing vampires wasn’t his thing.
For now though, they run. They don’t do anything aside from run, really.
Dream doesn’t hunt and neither does George, but George gets to laugh while Dream acts silly in his form. He hops from side to side, jokingly crosses George in hopes to get him to trip, and can’t help but play a few rounds of fetch when George throws a stick that would have been far too heavy for a human to throw, or a pet dog to bring back.
It’s fun and George can’t remember the last time he’s laughed that hard, even as they make their entire way back from the woods to their house.
When they get to their front yard, Dream nudges him toward the front door. George chuckles and lets him push a little but swats at him. “Are you going back out?” Dream stares and pushes him again. “What? Why do you want me to leave?”
One day, George hopes to be fluent in Dream’s wolf language but right now, he’s at a loss. They just had such a great time, what happened? Dream is pushing him away. George wanted to go inside and continue their time together. He wants to ask Dream questions and learn about his lore.
George frowns and decides to just ask. “I thought this was fun, did you–did you not?” George asks and of course, Dream doesn’t reply, but he spins in a circle and pants for a second. He’s not the best at making inferences but that looks like Dream had a good time. He looks happy.
Before George can ask further questions, Dream stands and walks away. He sniffs the grass like he’s looking for something and eventually, grabs something between his teeth and brings it to George. At first, he’s confused. A piece of Dream’s clothes from earlier, ripped into shreds, hangs from his mouth. He nudges at George’s hand until he puts his palm facing the sky so Dream can drop it.
What does–oh.
Oh.
“Oh, I–sorry, oh my god. Do you–do you need clothes?” George asks, eyebrows raised and looking away with the uncomfortable question.
Dream just pokes at him with his nose again.
“Dream. I don’t know what you want,” George says, slightly exasperated. They have to work on this.
He hears Dream heavily sigh, turning around and taking slow steps away from him. “Dream!”
As he calls out his name, Dream changes back into his human form. It’s weirder to see wolf to human than human to wolf, but George just watches his limbs go back into place and his spine straighten out.
And uh–he’s naked. “George! Stop looking,” Dream says and George immediately closes his eyes, turning around. He pretends that he didn’t just see Dream’s toned chest or hung cock between his legs.
Jesus.
George tries to shove the picture out of his mind but the more he tries, the more he thinks about it.
His chest hair is dark, curled in the center and sparsing out around his nipples. It travels down his sternum and thins as it reaches his belly button, leaving a trail of course curls down and to his dick.
The hair around his cock matches, thick pubes that have clearly been shaved recently, and George curses that he’s seen so much. It’s not like when he was human with cloudy memories and needing to pay attention to detail to notice them at all.
Now, with his keen senses, George can imagine Dream inside his mind with ease. It’s the same as if he had stared at Dream for hours, knowing every single miniscule about what he just saw.
Don’t think about it, he chants in his mind but he fails. His brain goes straight to thinking about Dream’s cock again, thinking far too hard about if sex between a wolf and vampire would even logistically work.
“Go, idiot,” Dream says from behind him, large hand coming from behind him and pushing at the back of his head. George grumbles under his breath, not bothering to make any comment back because he’s not in the headspace. Dream doesn’t follow him through the front door but is in his room before George even settles on the couch.
“Hey?” Sapnap says, forcing George’s head up and his eyes off the floor.
In Sapnap’s defense, George had just been standing in the foyer and staring into the abyss, thinking about–
Shut up.
“Hey,” George says, letting his eyes fall away again.
“What the hell were you two doing?”
“We went for a run,” George tells him like it’s nothing, because it kind of is. Or maybe it’s not–maybe Sapnap will be thrilled that they’re finally getting along.
Sapnap gives him a weird look. “What?”
“A run?” George repeats.
“To exercise?”
George can’t really handle the level of stupidity that comes with talking to Sapnap. “Yeah, we casually ran on the side of the road together, wolf and vampire,” George tells him, voice laced with sarcasm.
“You were with Dream as a wolf?” Sapnap questions, hackles raised. He’s laced with worry, anxiety filling his features as he glances over his shoulder to the stairs.
“Yeah?” George is confused. “You wanted us to get along. We’re getting along.”
Sapnap stands as soon as there are footsteps leaving Dream’s room, standing protectively and awkwardly in front of George. “Dream–”
“Sapnap, what the hell are you doing?” George shoves him harshly away.
“George? Sap?” Dream asks then, rushing down the stairs at the little bit of commotion. He looks confused, similar to how George feels. Don’t think for a minute that George forgot about Dream’s dick. He has to fight his eyes to look away and not stare or try to make out the shape of his cock.
Sapnap walks over to Dream and shoves him, breaking George out of his own thoughts. “What–Sapnap, stop it!” George grabs him and pulls him back before a full-blown fight breaks out.
“What the hell is going on?” Dream asks first, though the same exact words were on the tip of George’s tongue too.
“You were with George as a wolf.” Sapnap’s words are clipped, sure and confident, though George doesn’t know the point he’s trying to make. Dream makes eye contact with him and behind the shock, there’s a bit of humor. It is a little funny, to be fair. George has to hold back his giggles, looking away from Dream. Like what the fuck is Sapnap on about? “Are you trying to kill him?” Sapnap asks then and George bursts into laughter, unable to hold it in.
Dream starts to laugh with him and Sapnap throws his hands in the air, exasperated. Shaking his head, Sapnap wiggles himself out of George’s grasp.
Before either of them get to make fun of Sapnap for it, he rolls his eyes. “In my defense,” he starts, “I’ve never seen you as a wolf. You said it’s too dangerous.”
“Yeah, when I first moved here and didn’t know the pack,” Dream explains. “It’s fine now.”
“And you chose to run with George?” Although it’s not technically meant to be offensive, it’s Sapnap, so he chooses to take it to heart.
“Hey! What’s wrong with me?” George asks.
“You hate each other,” Sapnap rushes to say. “Right?”
George shrugs and looks over at Dream again, a soft smile on his face. To keep up the bit, to avoid actual feelings and talking, George says, “yeah, we do. He’s disgusting.”
The way he smiles at George is secretive but his smile back is less so, because he can tell that Sapnap sees it. There’s a bit of understanding on his face when George looks at him but no one says anything. Keep it on the downlow, for now.
–
Peace doesn’t last long.
“George, what the fuck?” Sapnap yells as he slams the door, shoving him harshly into the wall as they get home from a hunting session. He flies back from Sapnap’s strength but catches himself before putting a hole through any of the sheetrock.
“I didn’t mean to, I–I forgot, okay?” George recoils from his own words, knowing they don’t mean anything.
He’s broken a century long, maybe even longer, treaty between mortal enemies.
Yikes.
Even George can realize how big of a mistake that was, but really, it was an accident. He didn’t even cross the line that far, to be fair. Just a foot or two while wrestling a deer. No biggie. Right?
“You crossed onto their land, moron. Do you know what that means for us? I–I can’t believe they didn’t follow us all the way home to kill us,” Sapnap says, starting a lecture that George has no intention of letting him finish.
George shrugs. He doesn’t have much else to say–he fucked up, he knows it. He can’t undo it, or take it back. “It was an accident, Sap. I don’t know what–”
“What’s going on?” Dream asks, cutting off George. If they weren’t in such a terrible predicament, George would make a joke, as usual, but he decides to shut his mouth.
“You didn’t hear about it yet?” Sapnap asks. Dream shakes his head. “Go ahead, George, tell him. Tell him what you did.”
“I crossed the boundary and accidentally ended up on your land,” George says, sheepishly looking at his feet. It feels very human, the way he feels embarrassed and ashamed to be telling Dream what he did.
Dream doesn’t respond, not really. All he says is, “I’ll deal with it.”
It’s a blip. No big deal, Dream’s got this. Right?
–
They spend a lot of time together after George accidentally breaks the treaty. Usually it’s Dream initiating it, but George almost never says no.
George learns soon after that wolves don’t have to sleep the same as humans, but much, much less. More than vampires, of course, but every few days or so is perfectly fine.
He also learns that Dream became a wolf three years ago, when a coven of vampires flooded the town he lived in and started killing. It was soon after that he decided to move, and eventually met Sapnap.
Wolves don’t age, either, so the three of them are stuck in time at their young age. George hopes the idiots will continue to mature mentally. It’s the least they could do.
Dream lost his family along with his pack when he left, beliefs different in every way, but he’s come to accept it.
They spend nights together when Sapnap is busy, usually ending up taking a run through the uncharted woods together and finding that same spot under a tree in their yard to hang as wolf and vampire. Oddly enough, wolf and vampire is slowly becoming Dream and George, even when Dream is a wolf.
George learns his way of communication when he’s in his wolf form. When he’s mad, he looks mad. His nose scrunches with a snarl and he doesn’t hesitate to snap in order to get his way. When Dream is sad, he whimpers and his ears slick back so George can barely see them. God, George hates when he’s sad. His happiness is clear, wagging tail and tongue off to the side, hanging out of his mouth. George knows him inside and out, wolf and human, just the same.
Or–he thought he did.
They’re sitting together in their spot when something changes. Dream is on his side, letting George rest with his head on his chest as long as he scratches Dream’s neck. He does it begrudgingly, or he tries to make it seem that way, even though George loves the feeling of his thick coat between his fingers.
George does all the talking obviously, but he’ll get a swat if Dream wants more pets, or a lick to keep going.
This though, is odd and George hasn’t seen it before.
Before George hears anything, Dream’s head lifts slightly off the ground. A split second after, Dream is up on his feet, guard up, facing the woods. His tail is pointed up so straight that it’s almost shaking, not a muscle in his body moves, and his ears are moving like he’s trying to pinpoint a sound.
Dream’s head turns and then George hears it, fast footsteps coming toward their house–too fast to be human. He walks in front of George then, like he needs to be protected.
If George weren’t so nervous, he’d have rolled his eyes and shoved Dream out of the way. And no, he’s not nervous for himself but that sounds like a vampire. A fight against a vampire is not something George wants to do but can. He doesn’t want that for Dream, he doesn’t think he could bear to watch.
Luckily, the steps stop. It’s like they pass and nothing happens, aside from the two of them being on edge.
—
Dream stays close to George in the house now too. He’d complain but he kind of wants to stick by Dream. He likes to keep an eye on him now that there’s a small potential for a threat, and he likes that Dream wants to protect him too. It’s like they’re a unit now, one that sticks together.
Maybe they are forming their own little fucked up version of a pack–vampires and wolves. That could work, right?
Before he even entertains the idea, he laughs at himself. No, that could not work.
When he laughs aloud, Dream elbows him. “What’s so funny?”
George looks over at him, debating if he should say it. Then realizes that he can now. They’re like, proper friends. “I was thinking about how we’re like, our own little fucked up pack. Wolf and vampire,” he tells the truth.
Dream laughs, head falling back, and George’s eyes fall to Dream’s throat immediately. His skin is glowing with warmth, adam’s apple protruding in such a way that makes George have to look away.
Listen, George maybe be a vampire but vampires have needs too, okay? It’s not his fault his arch nemesis ended up being his really hot, werewolf best friend. He’s tried to not think about it, at least explicitly. But again, he has needs. He just wishes his needs weren’t exclusive to needing them from Dream, a wolf.
“The rejects pack,” Dream names the stupid joke and George turns to look at him again.
Damn.
He stares at Dream’s eyes, glistening pretty in the dimmed lighting of the room, cheeks turning darker under George’s gaze, and lips red from biting his teeth.
Dream’s laughter slows as he senses George’s look and he wants to know what’s running through Dream’s head so badly. What could he possibly be thinking?
“George?” That’s unhelpful–zero insight into his thought.
“Yeah?”
“What are you looking at?” Dream wipes his bottom lip and checks.
George shakes his head. “Nothing.”
He’s not sure who is leaning in, maybe it’s him or maybe it’s Dream, or maybe it’s the both of them, but soon enough they’re so close that Dream’s hot breath is ticking George’s freezing skin.
“Is this okay?” George asks, feeling Dream’s lips as they just barely graze as he speaks.
Dream nods and his eyes flutter closed right before George closes the gap between them.
That human feeling is back, nerves fluttering in his stomach and building in his chest, feeling warm lips against his own for the first time since he’s become a vampire.
He reminds himself to move at a normal speed and be gentle, even though Dream knows him and has seen it a plethora of times already.
George has touched Dream as a wolf but rarely do they get close enough for George to feel him, so he takes the opportunity to run his hands up and down his shoulders before finding a place to rest on either side of his neck.
Dream is warm to the touch, heating George’s fingers that will never truly get warm. His lips are wet and his skin is soft in a way George’s never will be again. He can feel the pulse against Dream’s skin and he presses a little, just so he can feel it against his palms.
The action makes Dream gasp, separating his lips. Before doing anything, George pulls back to let Dream catch his breath and check in.
“Is this—is this okay?” Dream nods frantically and slots their lips together again, taking the initiative to tongue at George’s bottom lip. He laughs because it’s so—it’s so Dream that he has to.
Dream huffs, pouting, and he eerily resembles his wolf form like this. “Are you laughing at me?”
George coos, chuckling. “No, idiot, you’re just—“ George runs one of his hands through Dream’s curls. He shrugs and smiles. “You’re cute like this.”
He can’t see the blush form on Dream’s cheeks but he can feel the heat because of how close they are and his super senses. “Oh,” Dream says, glancing back down at George’s lips.
“Yeah,” George replies before leaning in.
They kiss on and off for the rest of the night, never taking it further, and George is grateful for it.
This idiot wolf was his biggest threat just a bit ago and now, they’re kissing. Is George being stupid? Or does this work?
He shakes it off and lets Dream fall asleep on his chest as the night falls over them, scratching at his scalp just like he would if they were under their tree outside.
—
“George?” Dream says from downstairs, not raising his voice but knowing George can hear him from the second floor. “Are you in my room?”
George raises his eyebrow, looking toward the door. He knows Dream is downstairs still by the footsteps and the sound of the front door closing. “How’d you know that?” George questions without getting up or talking louder but pausing the video on his phone.
“I can smell you,” Dream tells him with a duh tone, getting closer to the open door.
In George’s defense, he knows Dream’s sense of smell is insane but he didn’t know that it could help him determine the location of objects. Or people–or the undead. Or whatever, it doesn’t matter. “You can smell that I’m in here?”
“I can smell that you’re closer to the front door than usual, but farther than the living room. So, kind of?” Dream says, walking down the hall.
George wants to reply with some stupid ass remark, like tell him to be less nosey or whatever, but he walks into the room shirtless with sopping wet hair, ringlets stuck to the skin of his head, water dripping down the side.
He’s not sure if it’s all rain or if Dream’s just a little sweaty, but the thought flits across his mind and leaves without pause. Jaw dropped down a little, George can almost taste the saltiness of Dream’s skin from across the room as he breathes through his mouth, and Dream doesn’t even notice. He just trudges through the room with damp and shiny skin, boxer shorts ripped a little where they’re tight around his thigh. Dream flips through shirts that are poorly folded on his dresser until he finds one, pulling it out to put over his head.
George’s body acts on its own volition, standing up and meeting Dream before he can even unfold it all the way. It shocks them both, honestly, in which the speed he stops them is faster than he usually does when he’s trying.
With a dry throat, he swallows in an attempt to get the burn to stop, and he wishes that he had fed more recently. He’s not thirsty, not for Dream or his blood, or–not in that way. He wants Dream; he wants Dream in fifty different ways and one hundred different positions, but he does not want to suck Dream’s blood.
“Keep it off,” George ends up saying, voice hoarse with the pain as he speaks. He pulls the cloth from Dream’s hot fingertips and drops it to the ground. George lets himself invade Dream’s space, the space between them so tight, he’s not sure they could get any closer if they tried.
His cock is already hardening between his legs and George is almost positive he’s gotten ahead of himself, but he puts the blame on Dream.
They kissed. They kissed for an entire night, and then the next night, and–and too many times now, not to make a move.
Every night he doesn’t have an orgasm is another night his dick is painfully hard and weeping. So now, between Dream’s scent and breath and heat this close, he can’t wait anymore.
He pushes himself onto his tippy toes to kiss him and doesn’t get anything unexpected. Dream kisses him back, smiling into their kiss just like he always does.
It feels exactly like every other kiss and although kissing Dream is like nothing else in the world, he doesn’t want to stop there tonight.
Purposefully, he presses his half-mast cock into Dream’s inner thigh, showing his interest. Dream doesn’t react for a minute, like he doesn’t even realize, until he does.
The first sign that he notices is a whine that escapes his throat–nothing like George would’ve imagined coming from Dream. It’s odd–the way the sound is oddly familiar but not from Dream, unless George realizes how animalistic the desperate whine is, sounding like Dream in his wolf form.
Something about that, Dream falling into his primal instincts, takes George from zero to one hundred. Immediately, he grabs Dream’s biceps and guides him roughly to the bed without detaching their lips. He’s thankful that Dream is a werewolf and much less fragile than any other human because George’s strength is controlled, but not controlled enough for delicacy.
He pushes Dream onto the bed, straddling his broad thighs with his knees while attacking his lips. George can feel the heat increase against his own mouth as Dream’s lips get bitten-raw, blood rushing to them as their stubble brushes against skin.
Although he’s lucky enough to not need air, Dream does, though that’s a thought George momentarily forgets. Dream inhales sharply against his lips and George pulls away with a silent peck as an apology before connecting his lips to the warm skin of Dream’s neck.
He’s careful of his teeth, not wanting the sharpness of his fangs to break skin, though George isn’t sure he’d be opposed. No, he doesn’t want to suck Dream’s blood, but he thinks in this context, the sweet taste of it would make him so hard he could cut rocks with his dick.
Dream tilts his neck so George can lick and suck and nip at the soft skin there, letting him pull the skin tightly between his teeth until there’s a mark of George’s presence.
He’s already desperately rutting into Dream’s cock, hard and wanting, as he looks at the darkening claim of his lips on Dream’s skin. “Dream,” George pants, staring into Dream’s eyes. They look wide and dark, a little like they are when he’s a wolf, taking his most animalist form.
“Too many clothes,” Dream whispers, clutching without coordination at George’s shirt. It’s barely a movement that makes sense but George gets it and pulls it over his head in one motion, letting himself lie his chest against Dream’s.
His own chest feels freezing against Dream’s, who’s almost on fire in the contrast of their temperatures. George’s chest is smooth, the planes of his pecs completely hairless and porcelain-like, whereas Dream’s is the opposite. His is covered with almost black curly hair, wire-like in nature, roughening every inch of his chest.
The stark difference between the two feels otherworldly, like George’s statue-like vampire body is being heated and carved with the intimacy of Dream against him.
“Is this okay?” George asks, still moving his hips against the soft and hot body beneath him, but ready to stop if Dream says the word. There’s a trust in what they’re doing, even more so than being together in their most dangerous states as predator and prey, and George doesn’t want to screw it up.
This is important. Dream is important.
“Please don’t stop,” Dream breathes out, large hands pushing harshly at the waistband of George’s pants. George can’t help it; he thrusts against Dream once more and starts to chuckle before taking off his sweats, no underwear below.
“You sure?”
Dream nonverbally responds with a frantic headnod, reaching down to take George’s length in his hand.
The touch burns with Dream’s temperature, much higher than a human, and George groans. He lets his head fall harshly onto Dream’s collarbone, breathing heavy against his skin. “Fuck,” he groans, letting himself thrust slightly into Dream’s palm. “How–how do you want to do this?” George asks, not opening his eyes.
He can’t wait much longer, the touch on his cock too much. If he looks at Dream’s face right now, he thinks this night will be over far too soon.
“I–I don’t know,” Dream tells him, shyly. Without looking, George can tell that Dream’s chest burns with embarrassment, the blush moving from his cheeks and down his neck. His grip tightens around George and he bites his lip, getting a hold of himself.
“You don’t know?” George asks, trying to get the high ground back while he falls apart hovering over Dream. He tugs himself out of Dream’s hand, playing it off as a power take back but really, he’ll blow his load soon if Dream’s fire-like hands are on him like that. “You don’t know if you want to fuck me,” George says, making Dream groan. “Or be fucked?” Another high-pitched and desperate whine escapes Dream below him so he laughs with a coo. “Okay, I can take care of you tonight, okay?”
Dream’s wide eyes go glossy as he nods, croaking out, “yes, please.”
George can tell the way his instincts take over, never losing himself but giving into his wants that he’d never admit aloud. Dream goes pliant below him as George readjusts, pulling off the last piece of clothes between them and settling between Dream’s spread legs.
“Such a good boy, Dream,” George praises. He reaches to the end table and blindly searches through the drawer, only glancing for a second at the contents before turning back to Dream, grabbing the only bottle of lube inside to spread across Dream’s hole.
He preens at George’s words and he has to take a deep breath to ground himself in order to start prepping Dream properly. Before pressing a lubed finger inside, George kneels down to pull the tip of Dream’s dick in his mouth while massaging his hole, letting him get used to the feeling.
Once he’s in a rhythm, George pushes his pointer inside slowly, and Dream adjusts quickly. It’s his first time with a guy, something he sadly knows from nights of hearing him complain to Sapnap about being dickless, for which George is grateful, but definitely not his first rodeo.
George saw his collection of toys while retrieving the lube from his end table and he’s going to beg Dream to show him how he uses them at another time. Just definitely not right now.
Dream tells him when to add a finger, almost too quickly to the point that George stays a bit longer to scissor his fingers for a proper stretch before inserting the third and last one. Dream, although not fully human, is not like a vampire. He needs to be stretched, whereas vampires have a different kind of elasticity that makes it unnecessary. It’s been so long since George has had to prep someone or be prepped, he’d rather be on the more cautious side of things. Besides, he wants to savor it. George wants to feel Dream’s tight heat clenched around his chilly fingers, making the tips feel hot with wetness.
“Okay, George, please fuck me,” Dream whines and although it’s almost a fruitless effort, George’s throbbing dick can’t wait.
He’d love to drag this out and make Dream come on just his fingers, and then again with his cock, but George doesn’t have the willpower. His own dick is burning, twitching every so often and messily leaking precome everywhere. He can’t wait anymore.
“Okay, okay,” George tries to joke like he’s being put out but he’s too far gone for it to land. Dream’s not in the headspace to laugh at it anyway. “I’ve got you, baby,” George says sweetly then, crawling up so his dick is at the level of Dream’s hole.
Before pressing inside, he lets his cock rest between Dream’s cheeks and drops a light kiss to his lips. “You ready?”
Dream, skin hot and flustered-pink, nods. George wants to coo and kiss him senseless but can’t. He puts Dream, and himself, out of their misery.
He presses his cock inside slowly, letting Dream adjust even though he’s stretched. Dream almost seems ready too quickly, like he wants George to fuck him senseless with every meaning of the word, but George can’t.
Freezing, he tries to think of anything to get his mind off of this feeling so he doesn’t come in three seconds. He thinks of humans and cat shit and Sapnap’s feet but nothing gets his mind off the flaming heat that encapsulates his dick.
It’s hotter than anything in the world pulsating around him. He says Dream’s name, trying to give him a warning, but it does nothing. Frankly, it makes Dream clench down even harder.
The way Dream’s arms wrap around him and his nails dig into George’s skin is less than helpful in focusing, wanting to feel every part of Dream on his body.
He pushes all the way in, bottoming out, and pulls away. Dream feels hot, like hotter than hell, around his cock. The walls of his insides are soft, silky almost, with the way the lube makes the slide as smooth as butter.
“Jesus christ, Dream,” George says, trying to create a steady pace that’s not too fast for him, but not too slow for Dream. He wants this to be mind boggling for Dream, or something, but his own brain is mush and there’s only so much he can do.
George kisses Dream as he starts to find his rhythm, his balls slapping loudly against Dream’s underside as the bed creaks while it rocks underneath them. He searches and searches, trying to find Dream’s prostate. At first, he thinks it’s a lost cause but when Dream basically yelps, he knows he’s found it.
Memorizing the sound from Dream’s lips and the angle of his hips, he abuses that spot and grabs Dream’s cock from between them, hoping to get Dream to come before he does.
“George, George, wait,” Dream says, hands sliding from clawing at his shoulder blades to grabbing at his hips with one hand and the other one swatting George’s hand off his dick. “Let me–” Dream reaches for the drawer his lube came from. “I need to–”
Without letting George move away, he grabs this awful, awful fleshlight from his drawer, panting. “What the hell?” George asks, trying to pull out, but Dream locks his ankles behind his back. “Dream–”
“I–I need to knot you–I mean, something, I need to knot something,” he rushes to correct himself. “I can’t have sex with you and–and not… you know, knot something.” After he says it, he waggles the offensive rubber piece in George’s face.
He can see that George is insulted by the toy so he brings it down, a grimace on his face. “Knot something?” George asks. He can’t help the incredulous tone of voice. It’s not like George knows nothing about wolves but he supposes their–their mating rituals and orgasms were never a topic he stumbled across in his research. He knows what knots are, he knows quite a bit actually, but he never knew that was something that would ever translate to werewolves in their human form. “I didn’t know you–”
“Sorry, fuck, sorry. I should’ve told you, it’s just so normal for me that I forget sometimes.” Dream’s eyes are filled with apologies and George just kisses him, preventing him from spewing out any other sorry.
“Don’t be, I–I just didn’t realize you–yeah,” he finishes lamely, feeling embarrassed.
“Have a knot?” Dream asks and George nods, swallowing.
After a minute, Dream reaches between them to put the fleshlight on his dick while asking for the okay but George hits his hand. “No,” George says, starting up his movements again. His dick, if it softened even just a little, is back to harder than diamond inside Dream with the thought of his knot.
“No?” Dream’s surprise is evident but his head falls back into the bed, neck bared. George leans in and swipes his tongue across it.
“I’m close,” George tells him, lips dancing across the delicate and most vulnerable place of his body, at least to show a vampire. “When I’m done, you’re going to knot me.”
He lets his lips rest against Dream’s carotid artery, the pulse of his blood pounding hard and fast as George fucks him. “What? George, are you–are you insane?”
“Just need your knot,” George tells him. Now that George knows, he doesn’t think he’ll survive without it.
“But it’ll–we’ll be stuck for–”
“Don’t care,” George grunts. “Are you ready?”
Dream zips his lips then, nodding and begging for George’s come inside of him. “Yeah, inside, George. Please.”
They both moan loudly, too loudly for even what is meant to be a sound-proofed room, as George spills inside of him. His thrusts grow slow and sloppy, riding out his orgasm with his mouth attached to Dream’s neck.
Dream tilts his neck as if he’s asking for a mating mark and god, George can’t help it when he bares his neck, pulsating with his heart–he bites Dream’s neck as the last string of come spills from his dick. It’s not hard, it doesn’t break skin–there’s no danger to it for him or Dream, but it feels like a claim. That Dream, although a wolf and enemy, is also his best friend and his partner in whatever way this is.
He stays still, letting his come seep around his dick inside Dream’s hole, until Dream whines and squirms below him. “Aw,” George says, breathless. “Do you need to come, Dream?”
As he pulls out, Dream nods frantically. George flips onto his stomach, lube and come-slick dick pressing into the clean sheets, and hands the lube to Dream. “Knot me, Dream.”
“I need to stretch you,” Dream tells him hesitantly.
“No, I–vampires don’t need that. Dream, come on. Knot me.” George’s commanding words get Dream to follow easily.
He’s gentle, far more gentle than George needs as a vampire, but he welcomes it. The soft and warm touches of Dream’s skin against his freezing cold body, taking care of him in such a sweet way that George relishes in it. He hasn’t had anyone treat him so human-like since before he turned and he loves it. Every moment Dream treats him like anyone else, he feels warm and filled with love.
Dream, despite not needing to prep George, fingers him a little anyway. He thinks it’s slightly for fun and partially to make sure George was telling the truth, but it feels good either way. George lets Dream explore his body, his dick trying to sport a sad hard on below him. Even without being fully hard, it feels good to let Dream learn him and his body like this.
“Okay, ready?” George nods. “Fuck, George,” Dream moans as soon as he’s inside. “I’m already close, ‘m sorry.”
George grabs one of Dream’s hands that’s resting on the bed by his head. “It’s okay, please come. I want your knot.”
It’s not much longer that Dream lasts. A few thrusts and a couple more sets of encouraging words, his knot pops inside George, spilling in his sweet release.
When George feels it, he moans loudly with Dream, thrusting his hips lamely into the matress to get some friction on his dick, still mostly soft from his last orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” George cries, pushing back onto Dream’s dick as if he can get his knot inside further.
He can’t, not really, but Dream grinds into George as he finishes, and just like George, leaves a gentle, non-marking bite on his shoulder. Fuck, George has never hated being a vampire as much as he does right now. They can’t mate and never will be able to, which isn’t a big deal to George but he knows how important it is for wolves. Before he can panic, Dream lets his entire body weight fall on George’s back and he forgets all about it under the weight of Dream.
George hums, feeling some kind of bliss and content with the way he feels full. Dream’s cock is full, knot locking them in place, and he squeezes around him once. Dream doesn’t reply verbally but nuzzles his face into the back of George’s neck, and it almost feels like he purrs against George’s back.
They stay like that, probably longer than they have to after his knot goes down, before they get up and take a shower together.
Before George can even make an excuse not to talk about it, Dream sleepily gets into bed and grabs George to get in beside him. He falls asleep before his head even hits George’s chest and he’s grateful, just getting to spend the next couple of hours or so with Dream in his arms and reflecting on the best sex of his life.
The realization that he’s in love with Dream comes with that but he pretends it doesn’t exist because he can’t, not knowing that Dream could never love a vampire that will never be able to mate with him.
—
George gets himself downstairs and in the kitchen before the sun rises. He figures he will have a good amount of time to himself but within minutes, he hears Dream rush out of bed.
“They’re coming,” Dream says, hopping down the stairs too quickly to seem human at all. He looks frantic; wide eyes and messy hair, alert and looking around.
George swallows harshly and stands up, knowing that something must be very, very, wrong for Dream to look like that.
Sapnap stays seated on the couch, giving him a look like he’s insane. “Who’s coming?” Sapnap asks, one eyebrow cocked.
“The pack,” Dream says impatiently, like that was something they should have known. “They’re coming. You need to get out of here.”
By the time Sapnap stands, Dream is already running upstairs and coming back down with two bags. George knows those bags; they decided on their first night of being in the house together that they should have a backup plan, so they can leave at short notice if they need to.
George can’t help but notice that there’s two bags, not three. Dream’s is missing.
“Take your emergency bags and go, okay?” Dream asks. “I’ll hold them off as long as I can, but you need to go.”
Neither George or Sapnap move, too in shock to react.
“Now, you guys! You need to leave,” Dream shouts, walking closer to them. He walks up to Sapnap and shakes him by the shoulders a little, looking a little wild. “Are you listening?”
“Dude, I—I’m not going anywhere without you,” Sapnap tells him. George lets out a breath of relief.
“You have to,” Dream says. “If things work out, I’ll come find you guys.”
Sapnap steps tentatively steps closer. “What’s this about?”
“The treaty.” That’s all Dream says, nicely avoiding placing blame on George. “You need to leave.”
“Are you sure?” Sapnap hesitantly grabs the bag that’s been dropped by his feet.
Dream nods and urges Sapnap to the door. “Yes, if everything works—“
“You mean if they don’t kill you,” George tells him, still frozen in his spot.
He doesn’t bother to hide the fact and nods with a grimace. “Yeah, if they don’t kill me, we’ll find a new place to live.”
George feels his chest tightens, throat tensing and he can’t move or speak.
Maybe this thing with Dream has gotten a little farther than he had thought, but it doesn’t matter now. All he knows is that the thought of leaving Dream, letting him risk his life, has him feeling like he’s going to throw up or cry. Or both. And all because of a stupid mistake George made.
“George, grab the bag and go.”
“No,” he says quietly, staring at the floor.
“What? George, if he thinks we have to go, we have to go,” Sapnap says. His voice shakes slightly, fear clearly written all over him.
Dream walks over to George with the bag and shoves it into his hands. He drops it. “George, don’t do this right now. Don’t be stubborn,” Dream orders, “you need to leave.”
“And let you get killed? No.” George holds his ground, crossing his arms across his chest. “This is my fault, Dream. I’m not going.”
He can feel Sapnap’s confusion across the room, waiting for the question that must be sitting heavy on his tongue, but it never comes. Sapnap never asks why George is so reluctant to leave Dream here.
“Yes, George, you are going. I’m not asking,” Dream says. “You staying here doesn’t help me, it just makes it worse. I’m going to try to talk to them but you can’t be here when I do.” George stays in his spot stubbornly, shaking his head. “I have to find them, so you should go now, too,” Dream says, glassy eyes as he looks back at George. “Please, George,” he begs before opening the door.
“Wait,” George says, eyeing Sapnap but deciding fuck it. He runs to Dream at the door and presses the door closed, not letting Dream protest before grabbing onto his face to pull their lips together. “Please Dream, be careful.”
That’s all that’s said before they all exit together, Dream kissing George’s forehead on the porch before he runs down the stairs and morphs into his other form.
He watches as Dream meets the forest line. Dream turns around and nods right before he enters, and George nods back.
“Let’s go,” George says to a stunned and very quiet Sapnap, but he makes no attempt to move until Dream is fully out of his sight.
—
“Are you done moping?” Sapnap asks.
They’ve settled somewhere in, far away and somewhere most people wouldn’t bother coming to. George throws something at him and it breaks, but he doesn’t care.
Gone for days with nothing to hear from Dream.
George hates that.
He literally can’t think of anything else other than Dream.
Every single second is spent worrying, wondering if Dream is okay.
It’s not often that George wishes he weren’t a vampire but now, he dreads his own existence.
Losing people in life is normal and it’s challenging and terrible, but people die and George hopes that if things like the living dead vampires and hybrid human-werewolves are real, then when people die they meet somewhere in the afterlife to reunite.
But if that’s true, George doesn’t get that. All George gets is an extremely long and never-ending existence to mourn the deaths of his friends and family. How is that fair?
It’s not.
“Dude, get over it. He’s my best friend and I’m not crying about it,” Sapnap spits at him. George rolls his eyes and walks away, sitting at the new kitchen counter of the new rented place.
He sighs. “I’m not crying, Sapnap, I just–” George cuts himself, unsure what to say. “I mean, you–you saw. You uh, you know.”
“What, that you kissed? Yeah, I’m not a dumbass, George.”
“Well, you are, actually.” George groans, fingers running through his hair with stress. “Why aren’t you more worried?” It’s vulnerable, or it is at least for George, and he doesn’t love the feeling but doesn’t back away from it. Maybe talking to Sapnap will ease his worries.
Sapnap sits down next to him, ignoring the broken shit around him and stomping on the pieces. “Of course I’m worried but, I don’t know, there’s nothing we can do about it.” George nods and looks at his hands in front of him. “I’ve never seen you like this, you know.”
George shifts away from Sapnap in the spinning chair, not wanting to see his face. Again, there’s something that’s so ridiculously human inside him when he thinks about Dream. It’s a blessing and a curse, to feel so human when he’s not is something he can appreciate, still holding onto a piece of him that’s been left behind. But still, it makes him miss being human. It makes him wonder if he’ll ever love like a human can, or give the love to someone that they deserve, when he’s different.
When George doesn’t reply, Sapnap clanks their knees together lightly. “In a good way,” he clarifies, “you just seem–I don’t know, happier. Like you can actually be yourself.”
He fights a smile, thinking about it. Yeah, it’s embarrassing to be so down bad for Dream that Sapnap, the idiot of all idiots with zero observation skills, is able to tell, but still. Thinking about Dream and in a good way, when they haven’t been very hopeful, is nice.
George decides not to deny it, going down with the ship instead of trying to get on a lifeboat and floating away on it. “I’ve never felt like this before,” he says honestly, shrugging, “Dream is different.”
“Yeah, he is.”
Their conversation ends there, going their separate ways right after. They’ve never been the kind to sit down for serious conversations, so it’s nice to get some normalcy back into their lives.
–
George is lying in bed with headphones on, just thinking, when Sapnap bangs on the door so loud he can hear it through the soundproofing. The door flies open before George can even think about opening it.
Sapnap rushes in, frenzied. “I hear wolves, George,” he says, tugging at George’s hand, “get up, we need to go.”
His eyebrows scrunch as he pauses the music on his phone so he can listen carefully. “Sapnap, hold on.”
“Hold on, George? Dude, Dream said if anyone–”
“Shut up, you moron, I’m listening.” George closes his eyes to focus in on the noise he can barely hear in the distance.
“George–”
“Holy shit, Sap, shut the fuck up for a second,” he curses, holding up a pointer finger as if to tell him to wait.
Sapnap finally stops. He physically freezes and doesn’t talk, letting George listen.
Pinpointing the noise, he can tell it’s still decently far away. They have a few seconds to spare so George can listen to the footprints.
Knowing Dream, sitting outside with him all that time ago, he’s gotten to learn the different patterns of steps of the pack. Most of them, George never knew their names but knew that they were different by their smell, speed, and color of their fur.
And this? This… sounds like Dream.
He doesn’t get his hopes up. He knows better, so he doesn’t tell Sapnap or open his eyes. George listens even closer, holding his breath to make sure the sound is clearer as it comes closer.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
George can hear the way the wolf steps approach, alternating a little clumsily to be most of the pack, too familiar to be a stranger. As the wolf gets closer to the house, George can start to hear the breaths of an open-mouthed wolf and the swoosh of his hair as he runs, and he knows it’s Dream.
“Dream.” George can hear the falter of Dream’s steps now, close enough to hear George’s voice, but the steps keep coming. It makes George laugh, head falling back with laughter. It’s not really funny but endearing, thinking about the way Dream probably has a wide wolf-y smile on his face, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth. “You’re such an idiot.”
“You think it’s Dream?” Sapnap asks and George jumps, almost having forgotten he’s even there.
George chuckles when he hears Dream snort during his run. “I know it is,” he says, running down the steps, waiting at the front door.
When Dream comes into his view, the entire thing is hilarious. This is the first time Sapnap has truly seen Dream in his wolf form so he backs away, but all George feels is relief. He runs toward Dream and wraps his arm around his neck, squeezing tightly as he’s on his tippy toes, too short to actually reach him like this. Dream doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t need words to show he’s excited, tail wagging and perked ears more than enough, plus the gigantic lick to George’s cheek.
George laughs and shoves him slightly, shaking his head. “I was so fucking worried, nimrod, you couldn’t have sent a text?”
Dream just pokes George’s ribs with his nose.
Slowly, Dream walks away from George and up to Sapnap. His movements are extremely slow, clearly afraid to scare Sapnap away, who still stands at the top of the porch. “Dream?”
Sniffing in, Dream tucks his tail in and lowers his ears before lying on the floor. He stays like that until Sapnap moves, tentatively approaching Dream. “What the fuck, bro?” Sapnap asks, not willing to get much closer. Then, Sapnap looks at George. “This doesn’t terrify you?”
George cackles, sarcastically walking up to Dream from behind and patting him on the top of his head between his ears. “You want me to be afraid of this big puppy? Oh, come on,” George teases. Dream teases back, fake growl but doesn’t get very far when George scratches behind his ear in just the way he likes, making him tilt into George’s touch with closed eyes and a happy hum. “See?” George asks.
“That’s insane.” Sapnap approaches, getting a little closer. “So he can understand us?”
Dream hums in response and stretches his neck to touch Sapnap’s arm gently with his wet nose. “Yup,” George says, still scratching his ear, laughing as Sapnap flinches at the touch.
Fear present on his face, Sapnap puts his hand out like he would with someone’s pet, letting Dream sniff his hand. Without seeing Dream’s eyes, he can hear the huff that escapes him and the tilt of his head as he rolls his eyes, nudging Sapnap’s hand and licking it.
“You are feral!” Sapnap screeches, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his shirt.
“Oh my god, you’re such a pussy,” George spits at him, patting Dream’s head. “Alright, go turn into a human so you can tell us what happened.”
“Yeah, and let me go shower your fucking stink off while you do that,” Sapnap says, running away from them and into the house.
Dream whines like he’s wounded. George laughs and leans his entire body into Dream. “I like your smell,” he says quietly and even from upstairs in the bathroom, George can hear Sapnap gag from it. He lowers his voice and gets super close to Dream, tugging his long curly hair until he can reach his lips to Dream’s ear. “I know this is crazy but I love you.”
Obviously, the words aren’t said back but Dream licks him and then rests his chin on George’s shoulder, and he can feel the words before Dream is human and says them later that night.
–
Turns out, they were never really enemies to begin with. They come from the same pack, once working together and falling out over a feud about land. Rêve in French and Somnium in Latin both mean Dream, in which Dream’s great grandparents were the founders of the entire thing.
They head back to Florida that night and George can only be thankful that Dream is here with him. The treaty is void from that day forward, Dream being the head of the pack and now their coven, too, as the only ancestor from their founders.
Dream also discovered that he and George can mate–differently than a vampire and vampire, or wolf and wolf, but it’s possible to mate and share a special bond together.
Thank god, because George didn’t want to feel guilty about loving a wolf.
And now, he can love him in peace.