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Tommy was a young boy of 16 years of age. A simple young man who loved playing in the mud, running around under the sun, and reading adventure books. Not that there was much else he could do. The Internet would not be invented for another 200 years, so that was all he could do for entertainment, really. 

Every day he puts on a smile and sits at the dinner table with the parents who don’t see him. And every night he puts on a tattered shirt and some ripped pants, and sneaks away to the hideout where the village boys gather. 

He’s friends with 2 of them. Tubbo is the son of the carriage driver immigrant, and Ranboo’s parents run an inn. Nothing fancy. None of them are above playing in the mud (though Tommy is the only one who’s not afraid to eat it). The boy loves his friends. They see him as one of them. They see him as a boy. 

If only so did his parents. But all they see is their “beautiful daughter” named Elizabeth, who will one day make an excellent wife to some rich man. She will repay the gift of life her parents so generously gave her by marrying someone important, and therefore becoming their leeway into the higher class community. (Though that’s not for another 2 years, since Tommy is not of age yet).

Tommy blows his tongue at that fantasy. He bears a certain sense of gratitude to his parents for keeping him well fed and sheltered. He knows not every kid gets a roof to sleep under, and three meals a day. But that doesn’t stop him from hating them for being so blind. 

His identity is not a secret, but rather something they try their best to sweep under the rug, as they call him a “delusional little girl”. Tommy has come out to them. And then again, and again, and again. They never threaten him with asylum, merely saying that they’re disappointed in him for such silly fantasies. (They’re the ones to talk, thinks Tommy.) 

Tommy’s parents hold no authority over him. And therefore he does not listen to their orders. 

So when his dad told him to stay in his room - because it is of utmost importance that he does not see the guest they’re about to have - Tommy was down in the living room five minutes after the mysterious guest had arrived. 

He looked like a normal human being. Just a man-born man, slightly older than Tommy. His face does not ring any bells in the boy’s memory, but that’s not mutual. The man seems to know who Tommy is. Or well, who his parents claim he is. 

“Elizabeth, innit?” Asks the stranger. “It has been ages since last time I saw you. How you’ve grown.” 

“Actually, it’s Tommy.” Tommy doesn’t hold his tongue at all. 

“ Elizabeth .” His dad says in a disappointed tone. “Please, forgive her. She’s been under the influence of those damn village boys who sneak into our place.” 

Tommy blows raspberries, very unlady-like. 

“They don’t come a mile near here. I hang out with them because they are my friends. Because they see me for who I truly am - a boy whose name is Thomas. Unlike you.” The boy glares at all the adults in the room. His glance pauses on the stranger he does not recall. As if he’s hoping that he’ll stand up for him to his parents. It seems like a fantasy, but Tommy is young enough to believe in miracles. 

“Elizabeth, your behavior is unacceptable. Go to your room, we shall discuss this later.” The dad interrupts. “Right now, we have matters to discuss with our guest.” 

“And who is he?” Asks Tommy. He may know how to read books, but he does not know anything about reading the room. 

The stranger raises a hand at this dad to make him pause, “Hold on, sir.” 

He walks towards Tommy, his cane clanking against the wooden floor. 

“Do you not remember me? I’m Dream. I run the Hunter’s Guild. I came to see you often when you were a wee baby.” 

“Doesn’t ring a bell.” Tommy crosses his arms. He dislikes that he has to look up to face the stranger. 

Dream circles him, looking at him from all sides. It makes Tommy think of the way people examine vegetables at the bazaar. His words seem polite, and his smile is kind. But there’s a strange spark in his eyes when he looks at the boy. Tommy doesn’t like it. 

Tommy stares at Dream’s chest, refusing to crank his neck in order to look at his eyes any longer. But then Dream picks his cane below the handle and uses it to raise the boy’s face under the chin. He earns himself a glare. 

“Mister and Misses Inneth, I believe I have come up with a way you can cover your debt to me.” Dream says, smiling at the boy. It’s a toothy smiles, his canines reflect the daylight from the window. 

“Sir Dream, I’m not so sure…” The father begins, but is interrupted by the mother the next moment. 

“She’s only sixteen, she’s too young!” She says in a worried tone. 

She earns herself a glare of her husband and covers her head without him raising a hand. The father sighs. He agrees with her, but he knows shouting it out is not a way to go about it. 

“Forgive my wife. But I believe she… does have a point. Elizabeth is too young, and her temper is not the best at the moment.” 

“Your arguments are of no concern to me.” Dream politely let’s them know that he does not give a fuck. “Why would you speak ill of your own child? And to someone who wants to marry her?” 

Tommy’s heart drops. Mostly from the fact that Dream does not see him, but also because he just realized what’s going on. He’s being sold off into a marriage to cover some debt of his parents. 

He may hate his father, but in that moment he looks at him with hope in his eyes. Silent plea to be saved. He’ll put up with being called a girl by his parents, he’s used to it. But he can’t bear to be a wife, or worse… 

In his desperation he feels ready to forgive all sins to his father, if only he can save him now. 

But his dad lowers his head and speaks solemnly. 

“Yes, sir. You’re right, sir. I shan't speak ill of my own daughter. As a father, I am simply not ready to let go of her. But… I understand you’ve made your choice. We will take care of the ceremony preparations.” 

Tommy gasps. Not only is his father selling him off, he’s offering to put his child on a golden platter wrapped in cute ribbons for that monster they call a guest. 

“I’m glad you’re seeing reason.” Dream smiles at him, then turns his gaze to Tommy. “I can’t wait to bless my home with your presence.” Says his mouth. 

His eyes, however, look like those of a tiger staring at a bunny it holds under its paw, playing with its food as it looks for a perfect place to take the first bite from. 

Tommy storms off to his room. There’s nothing else to be said. 

Hours later his dad knocks on his door. Tommy doesn’t reply, but he comes in anyways. As if Tommy ever had the right for privacy in this house. 

“Are you really going to sell me off to that bastard?” He asks, sitting by the window with his knees up to his chest. 

“Do not speak ill of him.” His dad scorns him first, and answers his question second. “You should have stayed in your room when I told you to. There’s nothing I can do now.” 

And the sad part is, his dad is remorseful. He wishes he didn’t have to give his daughter up just yet. He dreams of taking her out for slow walks and talking to her about the beauty of her womanhood. Of what a pretty lady she is. He wishes he got more time with his little girl, before it was time to give her away to belong to another man. 

Tommy sighs. Even if his dad could never see him, he wishes he could understand his dad. He wishes he could accept his father’s love, even if it’s directed at a made up version of him. But even that little fantasy shatters the more his dad opens his mouth. 

“You should be grateful. I don’t imagine any other man would want to marry you with that attitude of yours. You’re a beautiful young lady, my daughter, but it hardly makes up for your boyish temper. Sir Dream is doing you a favour.” 

The one line he uses to insult Tommy with is the best thing Tommy will ever hear from his dad. He covers his face, indicating that the talk is over. 

There’s no use describing a landscape of his soul to a blind man. 

Things feel grim, but not all hope is lost yet. Tommy gets 3 days before the wedding ceremony is due. When he’s not posing for his mother to adjust her wedding dress to his size, he spends his time planning an escape. 

Tubbo said he can borrow his dad’s carriage. He’s got a spare in case the main one breaks down. Ranboo can bring food and water from his parents’ inn. 

They will meet by the sunrise of the dreaded ceremony day, and ride into the sunset. Never to be seen again by the people who wronged them. They will start a new life, one where Tommy will be allowed to be himself. 

He knows his friends are making a huge sacrifice for him. And he cries, hugging them tight. The plan is set. They will meet at sunrise in 2 days…

And they do. Everything is in place as the boys climb into the carriage and Tubbo makes the horse go. It trots slowly, but they’re not in a hurry. At least, not at first. 

A sound of a much faster horse catches up to them. When Ranboo looks behind them, he turns around and yells at Tubbo to make the horse go as fast as it can. 

They were found out. And Dream is personally catching up to his stolen bride. 

Tubbo uses his best knowledge of his father’s horse to make it go faster. He feels sorry snapping the reins, but he’ll do anything to protect his friend. 

Dream’s horse continues to close the distance, and with each passing seconds it’s more and more clear they’re not going fast enough. 

Tommy takes his last chance. He takes a leap and gets on the horse, unlocking the straps that hold it locked to the carriage as Tubbo instructs him on it. Finally, the horse is free with only Tommy on it. 

Tubbo and Ranboo hold on for dear life, as the carriage loses momentum and falls over. They’re fine, and they make it clear to Tommy, who’s looking back as the horse takes him away. But they run away as fast as they can before Dream can catch up to them. They’d do anything for Tommy, but there’s not much they can do if they’re caught and grounded. 

Dream’s horse gallops past them. All of his being is focused on capturing the boy on the horse. 

Tommy knows nothing about horse riding. He just knows that if he stops - death is certain. So he pricks his boots into the horse's sides and snaps the reins as much as he can. 

The distance between them gets smaller and smaller, and then Dream’s horse gallops right past Tommy’s. At first the boy is confused, wondering why the man didn’t try to drag him off the horse. But it becomes clear the next moment. 

Dream gains the good chunk of distance away on that narrow forest path they’re racing on, then he makes his horse get on its back hooves as it blocks the path. 

Tommy’s horse slows down and stands up as well, neighing loudly. Tommy holds on for dear life, but ultimately falls down, faintly hearing his horse gallop back to its owner. 

He failed. He can’t tell what’s more painful, knowing that he failed or the wounds he got from falling. He seems to be able to move and no bones feel broken, but there’s pain in his sides. 

It’s not over yet, he decides. As long as he breathes, it’s not over. Tommy tries to get up and gets ready to run. 

But while he was assessing his state, Dream jumped off his horse and walked to him, grabbing the boy by the wrist. Tommy tries to wrestle his hand free, so it’s hard to tell whether Dream is trying to inspect him for wounds, or just holding him down. 

“Why would you do that? You could have hurt yourself!” The man scorns him, but the words hardly register to Tommy.

“Because you can go fuck yourself with the whole arranged marriage thing! I hate you!” He yells back, tears starting to prick at his eyes. 

Tommy stops struggling, it feels useless. He’s alone in the woods with just another man who doesn’t see him. He doesn’t care what happens next. He doesn’t care about Dream. He hates that he’s crying, but there’s nothing else he can do. 

Silence follows, one that’s only interrupted by his sobs. 

Until suddenly, he is hugged. 

“I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” Dream whispers softly this time. “I was just concerned for your safety.” 

The statement is bittersweet to Tommy. 

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t be forcing me to marry you. There’s nothing I hate more than the idea of being a wife, or a woman at all. My name is Tommy. I am a boy. And I want to be in charge of my own life.” 

Dream replies nothing, but he takes a long look at the boy before him. Soft eyes filled with sympathy and pity. 

Tommy scoffs. 

Dream helps him up and gets the boy to sit sideways in his arms on the horse. They don’t talk during their slow road home. 

There’s nothing to talk about. 

They’re back just in time for the wedding, and Tommy can’t help but feel trapped.

The white dress feels like chains and ropes around his body. He feels laughed at by every person who wishes him a happy married life with Dream. He feels disgusted by the middle aged ladies telling him all about the wonders of childbirth and how cranky he’s going to be when he’s pregnant. 

He doesn’t think he can survive much more of it before he has to throw up. 

He doesn’t answer people anymore. They’re all just passing by, and Tommy feels like he exists in his own little bubble. 

“She’s very excited, she’s just being shy about it.” His dad answers for him to the people around.

Tommy wishes the ground would open up and swallow him. How could his own dad not see what torture all of it is to him? 

He wishes his dad would perish. 

He’s out of tears by the time he’s supposed to exchange vows. He tried crying ugly, but everyone wrote it off as premarital anxiety. So he just cried with his face stoic and tears slowly rolling down his cheeks for the rest of it. 

When his dad takes his hand to walk him down the aisle, Tommy whispers to him. 

“I will never forgive you. I hate you.” 

His dad ignores it. Tommy wishes he didn’t. He wishes he’d make a scene, yell at him. Anything to stop this nightmare from happening to him. 

At least it would prove that his dad cared about what Tommy thinks of him. But he does not. And if his mom ever did, she fears her husband’s fists more than she is willing to support her child. 

And so both of his parents are dead to Tommy. 

The walk is over, and Tommy stands before the third person he hates the most right now - Dream. 

“I hope they kiss soon.” He hears a whisper coming from one of the guests. He feels like he’s going to throw up. Is his suffering an entertainment to those people? A fairytale to read in the midst of the night, about his made up love for this monster? 

Dream brings the veil away from his face - the gentleness of the motion is unfitting. It sends a shiver down Tommy’s spine. He knows it’s all real, and he wishes it wasn’t. He refuses to look Dream in the eyes, staring at the red poppy flower in his wedding suit instead. How unfair. Tommy should have been the one wearing a suit. 

He never thought much whether he would want a husband or a wife, but he knew for sure he would have worn a suit to that special day. And perhaps given a choice, he would actually lean towards having a wife rather than a husband. 

He tries not to think of it much more. It only makes this moment hurt more. 

The bouquet he was holding is taken away, because it’s Dream’s turn to hold the boy’s hands in his own as he prepares to voice his vow of love. 

What love, Tommy thinks. This man doesn’t even know him. 

“My dear, I was fond of you since you were a child, and I wish for nothing more than a chance to love you for years to come.” Dream starts. 

The crowd awws. Do they not hear the fucked up implication, Tommy wonders. He was a child when Dream met him, and he still is! Do they not care? 

“I wish to share this life with you, through the good and the bad times alike.” Dream carries on. 

And I wish for your life to end sooner, Tommy thinks to himself. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take, but the tears are starting to come back in the corners of his eyes. 

“I’m grateful that today you make me the happiest groom of our town.” 

Dream squeezes Tommy’s hands, and reluctantly, the boy looks up at him. He wishes Dream could read the hatred in his eyes. But Dream remains smiling softly at him. 

“I only hope I can make you as happy every day as I feel today, when you are my rightful husband, Tommy.” 

Time seems to freeze for a moment. 

Tommy lets out a breath. He can hear his own heartbeat (it’s pounding), and he can hear the gasps from the guests. Notably he recognizes his parents. 

The shock nails Tommy in his spot, he doesn’t even lean away when Dream leans in to kiss him, sealing their union. It’s not an intrusive kiss, but rather the man’s lips brushing against the lips of the boy he is seeing. 

He can see him. He sees Tommy. The boy replays his name again and again in his voice. Was it real, or did he mishear him? But he also called him a husband. 

So could it be…? 

The rest of the ceremony flies by. Dream is too rich and noble for anyone to question his choice of words, but Tommy does notice a decline in people calling him a lucky girl for the rest of the night. 

He has a hazy memory of stuffing his face full of cake at some point. This might be the worst day of his entire life, but he’s not about to miss out on a quality pastry. 

It’s time to leave, and as he’s getting into Dream’s carriage, he can hear his dad’s voice behind him. 

“Congratulations, Elizabeth. You’ve become a married woman today.” 

Before Tommy can even consider a reply, he hears Dream speak for him. 

“He goes by Tommy. And he became my rightful husband today.” The man steps towards his father. “And I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting my husband.” 

Both Tommy and his dad are taken aback by the statement. Tommy’s dad motions at him, as if asking his child to back him up. 

Tommy leans out of the carriage to tell his dad something he’s been waiting to say for ages. 

“Fuck you, dad.” 

It’s loud enough to have been heard by the rest of the guests. 

“Well said, Tommy.” Dream agrees before slamming the carriage door behind him. 

The horses neigh and rush them both away from the party. 

Tommy is still crying, but for once that night, they’re happy tears. 

The two of them don’t talk much until they are at Dream’s place - a fancy manor on the top of the hill. The sight from the windows overlooks the city on one side, and the sea and the forests on the other. 

So far away from people, you can’t help but feel like they are inferior to you. At least that’s what Tommy assumes about the owner at first. But maybe he should give Dream the benefit of a doubt from the “rich asshole” persona he’s been assuming him to be. 

Tommy has so many questions, and he can’t wait to ask all of them. 

Dream leads him to a room that is no doubt a bedroom, evident by a luxurious double bed in the middle of the room, and a fireplace on the side. The fire is lit, courtesy of some maid or butler. There’s a soft carpet right by it, thoughtfully protected from the fire with a protective panel present in the fireplace itself. 

The day starts to catch up to Tommy, and he sits down by the fire as he feels tiredness setting in. It takes him a second to get his dress out of the way and comfortable. Oh, right. He’s still wearing the fucking dress. At least he feels much less anxious around Dream now. He feels like it doesn’t matter what he wears now, as Dream still sees him as a boy. 

Strange how unfamiliar this feeling is. But it’s a nice feeling nonetheless. 

“Thank you for calling me Tommy today.” He says as Dream sits down next to him. 

“Would be weird to call you anything else.” Dream shrugs, getting comfortable across from him. “It’s your name.” 

Tommy smiles. It’s a tired but a warm smile. 

“And now it’s decorated with my last name next to it.” Dream smiles back at him, clearly triumphant. 

“I appreciate that you see me for who I truly am.” Tommy begins the speech he practiced in his head for hours. “My parents weren’t so kind to me. But you will be kinder, right? You said something about making me happy and all that during the wedding…” 

There’s still a certain fear in him. And he’d rather thread carefully. 

“I did. And I stand by what I said.” Dream shifts in his place, sitting up. He’s still a head higher than Tommy, even sitting down. “I want to love you, Tommy.” 

It’s the phrasing that sets Tommy off. 

“You said you want to make me happy. And… I’m sorry, but… sleeping with you would not make me happy.” He’s not used to stating his boundaries. 

Tommy has been strong up until now, but now he stares up at Dream with his puppy eyes, so very afraid of what he’s going to hear next from him. A single phrase that will define whether Tommy has ended up in Heaven or Hell on Earth. 

“I want to make you happy, Tommy.” Dream strokes his hand down Tommy’s cheek as he stares loving into those puppy eyes. “But that’s optional. Truthfully…” 

The gentle caress turns into a claw digging into the back of Tommy’s head. 

“I desire you carnally.” 

Tommy's breathing picks up. He is suddenly acutely aware of just how close Dream has moved to him. 

"Wait-" 

"You are mine, Tommy. You are a boy, and I will always see you that way, but you are still my property. And I am going to enjoy you like a five course meal you are to me." 

Tommy opens his mouth to protest, but instead Dream steals his breath by sealing their lips together. 

This kiss feels nothing like the first one. It's rough and intruding, and Tommy wants to bite down, but he's also afraid of what Dream could do if he does. 

So he just claws at the hands digging nails into his face to hold it in place. It doesn't do much. 

The kiss pauses when Dream has to come up for air, but resumes right after with renewed vigor. 

Tommy feels like he's drowning.

Tommy feels like he's drowning but he's fighting for dear life. He does not go gently. He does his best to kick Dream in the face while the man is trying to undress him. He wished to get rid of the dress, but not like that. Not in a fight for his dear life.  

The struggle leads to a rip in the white dress, right across his tummy. 

"Look what you did." Dream scolds, although his tone is playful. It's terrifying to Tommy. He's like a prey being played with by a predator. "This dress was worn for generations! You need to learn to value what you're given, Tommy." 

Tommy wants to swear at him, but a hand around his throat pins him to the soft carpet with a loud thud, leaving him quiet for a second. 

The room spins in his eyes and things double, but by the time he's back to being conscious, Dream is holding a pricked candle in his other hand. 

"And I can think of a way to make this lesson... stick .”

Tommy's hands are busy gripping the hand around his throat, he doesn't even realize the danger he's in until the wax is dripping down where his skin is exposed by the rip in the dress. 

It burns. It hurts. And when he moves his hand to cover himself or get it off, some drips on his hand and it only feels worse.

Dream's hand moves up, now holding his face by the lower half. 

"Don't move." He warns, almost like it's advice rather than a threat. 

Tommy does his best to wiggle at first, but quiets down when he sees the candle right above his face. 

He shuts his eyes, preparing for the worst. Is Dream really going to blind him on their first night? All because of the stupid dress? 

Is it too late to beg for forgiveness? 

Tommy can feel himself shudder from a sob, but otherwise does his best to stay still in hopes of some sort of mercy for compliance.  

A drop lands in the middle of his forehead and it burns, but then the hand lets go off his face and wipes the wax away soon after. Then it cups his cheek again, softly this time. 

"There you go. Wasn't so bad, now was that? If you continue to obey me tonight, things won't hurt as much." 

Tommy just sniffles in reply.

"It hurts." Tommy manages to say through his sobs. 

"Aww. Poor little baby boy got a boo boo?" Dream coos. 

Tommy wishes he didn't. Somehow Dream being the one to torture and comfort him makes him feel worse, especially with Dream treating him like a baby while he's at it. 

It just... rubs him in a weird way. 

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" 

No. He doesn't. Tommy wants to be as far away from Dream as possible. 

But he can't. 

And... Maybe on the off chance that if he plays along Dream won't hurt him... maybe he could...?

Gulping down his pride, Tommy carefully nods his head. 

"Please. I don't wanna be hurt." He begs, hoping that this nightmare would end already. 

But the night is just beginning. 

Dream sets the candle holder down and picks Tommy up like a bride he is. Tommy cooperates by holding onto Dream, and earns himself a forehead kiss for his efforts. 

It feels weird. Probably because that's where the wax fell. But ... it doesn't hurt as bad as in other places, because that's where Dream wiped it away. It feels like a loving parent’s kiss goodnight after a careless summer day (but what would Tommy know about parental love?). Parent or not, the kiss leaves him feeling warm inside for a brief second. 

That's a crumb of kindness, if Tommy can pretend that the rest of the torture wasn't done by Dream’s hands.

Dream sits him down on the bed and takes his sweet time undoing the wedding dress. This time Tommy doesn't fight him. 

It feels wrong to just sit there and let him do that, but Tommy holds on to the hope that he can talk his way out of it if he just stays docile enough. 

Dream does seem to soften when Tommy is quieter. Maybe he just mirrors whatever Tommy is doing. Maybe the wax punishment is his fault.

Tommy's only got his underwear on now. He's pretty lucky for a trans boy, his chest is barely different from that of a cisboy. (Something that his parents often tried to make him feel insecure about). 

Dream turns him around (like he's some sort of a doll in his hands) and Tommy moves to cover himself, but two hands around his wrists don't let him. 

The boy closes his eyes, he can feel Dream's eyes on his body, and a blush creeping on his face. 

"You're so fucking precious." 

Tommy's eyes shoot wide open, fixated on Dream. 

His hands let go of Tommy's wrists, but the boy doesn't cover himself. He just watches as Dream's hands move down his hips and trace his thighs, all while he whispers. 

"Every curve of your body is perfect. I knew it would be." 

Tommy doesn't know whether he feels flattered or disturbed. But he can't bring himself to stop Dream, and he wants to pretend it's because he can't. Not because he doesn't want to.

One of his wishes kind of comes true, because Dream moves in to kiss him again, and Tommy remembers that he can't stop it because the man has no trouble holding him down. But the kiss is gentle again this time, and since Tommy isn’t struggling there’s no need for Dream to fight him. Dream connects their lips and lets go, letting Tommy breath all he wants, (how generous). 

Dream begins to unbutton his suit, but after just the first button he takes Tommy's hand and puts it over the second one. 

"I unwrapped you, my little gift. Only fair I let you do the same." He purrs, "I know you must be worried. But I promise you are safe with me here." 

Tommy gulps down a sob. 

"I don't wanna do this." He tries to protest. 

Dream ignores his plea, guiding his hand closer to the buttons. 

With the tears staining the silky bed sheets, Tommy unbuttons and discards his suit, then helps him pull the shirt off. 

It's still terrifying. But as long as he's following orders, Dream doesn't hurt or rush him. 

It gives him the tiniest sense of control over his situation. At least over the pacing. Before the inevitable.

Dream discards the rest himself, leaving only his underwear on. Though it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. 

There are hands on Tommy's body again. They're gentle and slow, but they bring his demise. He doesn't even realize when suddenly he's laying down, and Dream is looming over him, his fingers hooked around the waistband of his pants. 

"Please, don't." The boy begs. 

It falls on deaf ears as Dream pulls his last garment away, revealing the part Tommy hates the most about his body. 

Tommy wants to cry, he feels so ashamed, so exposed, so vulnerable, so hated, so- 

"You're a beautiful, beautiful boy." 

So... conflicted. 

Dream takes Tommy's hand and guides it towards his hips. 

"It's your turn to unwrap your prize." 

Tommy hates every second of it. He does it quickly just to get it over with. 

He's jealous. Dream's got a lot to offer to any bride, but Tommy would much rather have what he has, instead of taking it.

"My little boy." Dream whispers, and Tommy isn't sure whether to feel offended, disturbed, or supported. 

"I want to suck your dick." Dream adds. 

Tommy opens his mouth to ask Dream not to rub salt into his wounds. 

But before he can do that Dream bows down and does as he threatened, holding the boy's thighs in an iron grip. 

Tommy yelps at first, then covers his mouth. The experience feels weird at most, and he's not about to make some stupid moaning noises because of it. But the weirdness slowly turns into a feeling he doesn't even know the words to describe, and the stupid noises he dreaded fill the room.

Tommy grips the bedsheets, all he can think about is the strange pressure that keeps building and building, and he doesn't know what it is, but he needs to know what happens once it reaches a- 

It stops, when he was so close to figuring it out too. 

Tommy catches his breath (was he really moaning that much?) and he can see Dream smiling at him while he does. Why does this feel so humiliating? 

"You're enjoying this." Dream observes. 

"I'm not." Tommy denies. 

Dream sits up, placing Tommy's legs around himself. He keeps one thigh in a grip. His fingers trace Tommy's belly and slowly move down. 

Tommy tries to protest, but he can feel sharp nails dig into his leg when he reaches to stop Dream's hand. He withdraws the attempt. 

"Dream. Please. I don't want this." 

His pleas are ignored. There are fingers stroking his most private area, and sending a strange jolt of electricity through his body with each move. 

"Please. Stop." 

It doesn't stop. There is now a digit inside of him, in the most unholy of places. 

It feels so hopeless. It feels so bad. There's gotta be something he can do to stop it. 

"Dream!" He cries out, raising on his elbows. "I don't want this! I want you to stop! Please!! Can you even hear me?!" 

Dream withdraws his fingers and places the wet digits on the boy's chest, pushing him back down. 

"I can hear you, Tommy." 

Dream looms over him like a plague. There are shadows over his face. 

"And I'm loving what I hear."

Hopeless. Tommy can feel the despair fill his system, though it might just be Dream inserting his- he doesn't want to think about it. 

He doesn't want to be here. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine that he's anywhere but here. 

Things that Dream is doing to him feel so wrong... But... 

...Tommy has to admit, even with his lack of experience, he can tell Dream is being slow. He can tell the man is taking his time entering him slowly and giving him time to adjust with each centimeter. He could have just hammered into Tommy and gotten it over with quickly, but he didn't. It prolonged the torture, but Tommy finds a spec of mercy in it. 

It doesn't make up for the fact that Dream is currently raping him. But it makes him feel slightly better when he knows it could have been worse. 

The pleas have proven fruitless, but Tommy still mutters them. 

He says them while Dream enters him. He repeats them again when Dream has gone as deep as his little body let him, and waits for him to adjust. 

It doesn't feel pleasant. It just feels wrong. 

And Tommy begs more when Dream moves in and out of his body slowly. 

It's when Dream speeds up that he quits the pleas, because he's gasping for air now. Not from pleasure. Just from the sheer impact of the movements. The pace is brutal, yet somehow not as painful as Tommy thought it’d be, other than mentally painful. 

A horrible thought occurs to Tommy. He only has a brief idea of how sex works, but he knows what's coming, on Dream's end. 

And what if Dream knocks him up? 

He would simply rather die than live through his worst nightmare. The very thing he dreads about femininity the most. 

Despite the dick inside him currently stealing his breath, Tommy tries his darnest to get Dream's attention. To ask him not to finish inside. He grabs onto Dream's hands that hold his hips. 

And Dream completely misreads the gesture as a search for more closeness. He immediately wraps Tommy in a tight embrace, keeping him down on the bed.

Tommy scratched bloody trails on his back. Dreams only seems to enjoy it more. 

He kisses all over any skin he can reach. Either Tommy's face or his neck - whatever gets in his way more. And he whispers sweet nothings, asking the boy to hang on just a bit more, and he'll be done soon. Telling him he's doing so good. 

Tommy seems to get more wiggly as he says that. The poor thing must be impatient to be filled up with his seed. What a good husband Tommy is. Such a good boy deserves a reward, Dream thinks, sneaking a hand in between their bodies to touch Tommy's rosebud again. 

He brings the boy over the edge first, before riding his own orgasm through his spasming body.

Something bugs in Tommy's brain chemistry. He should be hating this with every fiber in his being. 

But all he can think about is this weird explosion he felt from inside, that left his body all tingly and tired. 

It feels good. He's too tired to lie - it felt good. But a part of his brain is just loud enough to make him wonder if he's betrayed his own masculinity by enjoying the body he was given. 

The hurtful voice is hushed away when Dream talks again. 

"Such a good boy, you were so good for me." There's a hand stroking through his hair, and another caressing his hips. "You're a perfect little boy for me, Tommy." 

Tommy grimaces. Some boy he is, taking a dick and finding it enjoyable. 

"Don't lie to me." He says, painfully aware of how sore his throat had gone. "Do you only love me because you see me as a girl?" 

Dream stares at him like he had said something crazy. (Which is saying something). 

"I don't like girls." Dream says, like he's stating a dinner preference. 

"But I have the body of-" 

"A beautiful boy." He finishes for Tommy. "One that will forever belong to me." 

"What if you get me pregnant?" Tommy voices his concern. Dream's answers still seem weird to him. 

Dream waves his hand in a dismissive manner. 

"I've got ways of dealing with that. You and I can adopt when we're ready. But not anytime soon. I want all of your body to be mine, and to never be shared with anyone else, be it another human or an offspring." 

That certainly sounds crazy. 

But Tommy can't help but notice a certain level of support behind those words, and an answer to his worst fear. 

Maybe it's the afterglow making him feel better. Maybe it's Dream's words. 

All that Tommy knows is that suddenly he is very content with everything. He gets to be a boy, he gets to read. He lets his body relax in Dream's embrace, and it feels kind of okay. Maybe even safe, a little bit. 

And maybe if Dream keeps this up, he wouldn't mind feeling this way again sometimes. 

A boy can dream.