Dream was the embodiment of all positive feelings in the Multiverse.

Everyone claimed to love him, but they only said that because of what he represented. His aura brought others happiness and calmed them down, washing away all of their worries and troubles like how a mother would stroke her child's head. The only people who truly loved Dream were Nightmare and Cross. Nightmare was his older twin brother, and even though he was holding a lot of grudges against him, he still cared about him.

Dream was a good person, one of the, if not thee, best people Cross had ever met. But despite his good intentions and 504 years of age, he was a naive idiot. He would do whatever he thought would make people happy, which always got him into big, complicated messes he didn't know how to handle. He was stupid, but loyal to his friends and to maintaining the balance of positivity and negativity in the Multiverse.

He knew what Cross had been like. Arrogant, selfish, and quick to abandon people if they didn't prove useful to his agenda immediately. He'd done it to Ink all because he couldn't bring people back to the dead, even though they'd been together for such a long time after the destruction of his world. But Dream had kept faith in him regardless of everything he'd done. That wonderful idiot... it made his soul ache with how much affection and care Dream showed him.

Cross knew it was selfish, that was just part of who he was and he'd accepted it, but he didn't want anyone else to have a chance with Dream. He wanted that golden guardian to be his and his alone. Nobody else had ever loved him as much as Dream had, even if his love (for now) was platonic. In all honesty, Cross doubted anyone ever would love him as much as Dream did. That's why he was so desperate to keep Dream to himself.

"I need him," Cross muttered out. "I need Dream."

Apparently, he had forgotten where he was and what he was doing. The latest episode of The Mandalorian was playing on the TV, and Epic had just walked back into the living room with a refilled bowl of popcorn. But he'd heard what Cross had said, shoving a handful of butter-lathered popcorn into his mouth. As he sat down onto the couch, he nestled into Cross's side. It was a platonic affection thing, with nothing romantic behind it.

"Don't we all, bruh," Epic snickered. "Without him we'd all be miserable wrecks."

"You know that's not what I mean," Cross frowned. "I... I love him."

"Yeah yeah, I know ya do," he nodded. "I overheard Ink and Error on my way back, they were saying something about Blue planning to confess to Dream."

"WHAT!?"

"Cross, inside voices."

"Sorry, Nightmare..."

~~~~

Dream wasn't that hard to find, even without Nightmare or Ink's help.

The guardian stood out like a sore thumb no matter where he went. His body let out an overwhelming aura of positivity and warmth that could draw anyone to it, seeking more of that sacred light. His cape was a bright yellow, an eye-catching sight. When Dream turned around, like he could already tell that Cross was approaching, he just about lost his nerve. Like something or someone punched him right in his metaphorical gut, stealing the breath from him.

"Beautiful" was the only word that could be used to describe him, with Cross's distracted train of thought. Nightmare said that Dream was quite the late bloomer, and it was true. Ever since he hit his puberty, he'd started to look more like his brother, minus the goopy state. He'd gotten taller and a bit thinner, his face looking more serious. "A fine young man", was what Nightmare had said once the news went out. Cross agreed with him without a second thought.

Especially when Dream's eyes lit up at the sight of him. Like a puppy when they saw their owner or someone they were familiar with. So much excitement in those eyes and that smile. By God, he was just too cute.

"Cross!" Dream called out, waving to him as he strolled over. "I wasn't expecting to see you here!"

"Y-Yeah... hey, Dream," Cross returned the greeting. "What's up?"

"Nothing really. I just got done helping Blueberry make some tacos. He has some interesting ideas," he replied. "Was there something you needed to talk to me about? Did Nightmare get caught in heavy rain again?"

"No, no, nothing like that," he shook his head, stifling a laugh. "Um... I was just wondering if you'd like to come over and watch some anime with me. Epic has plans for today."

"Anime?" Dream questioned as he cocked his head, curiosity slipping into his sideways grin. "I didn't know you liked anime."

"I watch it in my freetime every now and then," Cross smiled nervously. "Do you not like anime? We can watch something else, like a Disney movie."

"If we were gonna watch Disney, it'd have to be something like Mulan. I don't watch just anything these days," he laughed. "Anime's perfectly fine with me. What kind do you watch?"

On their way back to Nightmare's castle, they discussed different kinds of anime and which ones they liked. Cross's favorites were animes like Black Butler and Death Note, while Dream liked animes such as Attack on Titan and Fairy Tail. But Dream was also a big fan of isekai animes, like Re: Zero. They both had a similar taste in romance anime and manga. Maybe that would work out with Cross's perverted agenda, as long as Nightmare didn't catch on, or Killer or one of the others didn't rat him out.

"Cross, are you okay?" Dream asked, concerned. "Your face is heating up..."

"Sorry Dream," Cross said nervously, trying to shake away his dirty thoughts. "I tend to get lost in my mind sometimes."

"Oh! Is that all?" He asked, smiling, oblivious to his strange behavior. "I do that too sometimes! I'm sure if you asked Nightmare, he'd be able to tell you some funny stories about me!"

It was past noon when they finally got back to Nightmare's castle. It was like three o'clock or so in the afternoon. Cross assumed that Dream was hungry, so he had to take the responsibility of being a good host and serve him some lunch.

"Do you want something to eat?" Cross asked him, leading him into the castle. "It's past lunch."

"I could eat," Dream replied. "It's really not necessary though."

"Yes it is," he stated as though he'd been offended by it. "You need to eat three times a day. Don't be ridiculous."

Dream blushed lightly in embarrassment, averting his eyes. This confused Cross. He didn't understand why he would've been embarrassed by needing to eat, unless he'd been picked on and insulted for it. The guardian wasn't even all that plump or boney. He was lean, a little too lean in his opinion. But he didn't want to say anything and risk offending him. His chances would be ruined then.

The kitchen was large and stuffed with ingredients for cooking and baking. Dream took a seat at the counter, slouching in the chair a bit. Little did he realize that Cross, who was standing just a few feet away from him, was thinking about him in ways that probably would've made him uncomfortable.

"Wait, did Blue not offer you anything to eat?" Cross asked, as the thought just occurred to him. "Weren't you helping him make tacos?"

"I was, and he did offer me some," Dream cleared up. "But I'm not a fan of overly spicy foods, as you know. And I didn't want to stick around to be the evidence that his tacos taste horrible."

Cross had to cover his mouth as he held himself back from laughing. He didn't mean to be rude about it, but it was the truth. Blue could try all he wanted, but no matter what, his tacos would be downright horrible no matter what. Okay, maybe he was being a bit harsher than usual because of the race for Dream's heart, but still.

Cross opened up the fridge to be met with a rush of the chilled air. He was trying to face away from Dream, to keep his.. problem... hidden. They had a lot of things in the fridge. Leftover salad, chocolate bars, some pie. Dream probably wouldn't want the arm that was stored in the lower compartment.

"What are you in the mood for?" Cross asked him.

"Mm... do you have any ambrosia?" Dream asked in return. "It's alright it you don't."

"We have some. Nightmare likes to eat that a lot too," he replied as he pulled the container out. "Why do you two like it so much?"

"It probably has to do with us being energy beings. Special needs for us," he shrugged. "Unhealthy foods for you guys are, like, ten times more unhealthy for us."

"Is that so?" He questioned. "So that's why Nightmare nearly ripped Horror's head off the other day."

"Yeah, Nighty takes his health more seriously," he nodded. "I should take mine more seriously too, but... eh."

Now that Dream had his ambrosia and Cross had his chocolate, they headed to his bedroom. His room's TV wasn't as big as the ones in the numerous living rooms in the castle, but it was a good size. They didn't wait until they were in his room to start eating their snacks. Though the real snack was standing right by his side. Sorry, he didn't make the rules.

"Make yourself comfortable," Cross told him as he opened the door to his bedroom.

~~~~

They'd started to watch Sailor Moon, an all-time favorite of the classics.

They'd finished their snacks a bit ago, but they still had a large bowl of popcorn to share. Cross noticed how Dream barely touched it, he didn't even look at it except for when he brought it in. They were closely saddled together on the bed, Dream comfortably pressed into Cross's side, while the other had his arm around him. It was a position they were both used to being in, but Cross's face was absolutely burning. He didn't even realize that Dream was staring up at him, examining his face.

"Your face is getting really purple... are you sure you're okay?" He asked. "I can take you to the hospital or--"

"I'm doing great," Cross replied through gritted teeth.

But Dream knew better than that. He looked doubtful as he continued to examine Cross's face, and the dark blush only deepened from this. Cross tried his best to keep his cool and act normal, but it was so hard. He couldn't stand being this close to Dream right now, that's how horny he'd started to get for him. Dream gently grabbed hold of his chin and turned his head, trying to make Cross look at him. The guard averted his eyes the best he could, trying to put his attention on literally anything else.

But when his eyes locked with Dream's, he came to accept the fact. There was no escaping this. He had to face reality, which meant facing Dream about his feelings. He needed to make a move. He needed to confess how he felt before it was too late, even if he didn't return the feelings.

It was ungraceful and impulsive, with nearly zero thinking at all put into it. But he was fast. Dream hadn't even processed what was happening when Cross grabbed onto his wrists, his fingers tightening around him so much that it hurt. He pressed their bodies together, taking a moment to look at his shocked face. But they were falling backwards now, towards the bed. But neither of them really felt any pain, since the bed was super soft.

Dream was quick to get over the shock of it, looking up at Cross. Maybe he thought this was just some of their friendly, platonic brawling. The consideration of that made his heart ache a bit. But as Cross looked back down at him, he realized that Dream was-- somewhat-- aware of what was going on here.

Cross could only stare at him, trying to focus on his breathing. He could only focus on his face, specifically. That crown of solid gold that was woven around his head, which had slid up a bit and looked like some kind of halo now. Which was very fitting, considering Dream was a pure angel. The light yellow blush on his white face. How could anyone possibly look so beautiful?

Cross leaned down and kissed him. Dream cried out in surprise, which gave him an opportunity. He shot his tongue through his open mouth, which only opened it up more. Once Dream got over the shock of it, he didn't push Cross away like he'd been expecting. Instead, he started to kiss back, accompanied by a few light moans.

When the kiss started to heat up, it became a battle of dominance. Which was actually exaggerating it by quite a lot, as Dream was really just playing a little teasing game with him the whole time. Cross easily won, with Dream submitting to him rather easily once he was done toying around. Cross's eyes widened once he felt Dream start to claw at his back, pulling away rather quickly. He wasn't expecting things to be moving this quickly.

"Why'd you stop?" Dream asked him, sitting up. "Was it too much?"

"Are we... really gonna do this?" Cross asked him. "I-I don't want to push anything onto you."

Cross buried his face into his hands, blushing deeply. This was so embarrassing, and he was making himself seem like such a fool. Dream smiled at him gently, scooting closer to him. He wrapped his arms around Cross's body, pulling him up, making him look up. Cross blinked at him, not quite expecting him to take the initiative.

"If you're comfortable with it," Dream whispered.

"Have you... done this before?" Cross asked.

"Well.... no," he admitted. "I'm sure I'll be fine if you're gentle."

This was a lot for Cross to process, a big weight being put on his chest. He would be Dream's first partner in sex, the one who would take his virginity. That was a big deal. Not to mention that this was the brother of his boss, for God's sake. His ecto-cock had started to form, a gentle purple light coming from his pants.

"Alright," Cross nodded after a moment. "Let's... let's do this."

Dream nodded and leaned forward, pulling him into another kiss. Their tongues collided and rolled around each other, their magic salivas mixing together. Cross fumbled with the clasp of Dream's cape, letting it fall off of his shoulders. Dream pulled Cross's scarf off, along with some of the belts around his arms and legs. They raced to remove each other's clothes, only parting from each other when removing their shirts. They had gotten hornier by now.

"Fuck, Dream," Cross murmured, kissing Dream again.

Dream only gave a gentle laugh as Cross leaned down, kissing his neck. He tilted his head back to give him more room. Cross ran one of his hands up and down Dream's spine, feeling every bump of the bones and little space. His new lover shuddered from the gentle touches, biting his lip. Cross was listening carefully to the sounds that he was making, leaving hickeys and gently nibbling the bone.

Cross's hands were rough, even for a skeleton monster. They'd become like that from his extensive training in the Royal Guard when his AU existed, and they'd gotten rougher with training and working for Nightmare. But they felt great against Dream's bones, especially when he started to rub his sacrum and coccyx. Dream's eyes shot open, his jaw dropping open and a gasp escaping him.

"C-Cross....!" He gasped, especially when his fingers started to slip into the openings on his sacrum.

"Does it feel good?" Cross asked him, starting to pepper his kisses and bites across his ribs.

"M-Mhm..!" He nodded.

His voice went silent as Cross grabbed the very tip of his coccyx between two of his fingers, his other hand gently rubbing his pubis. Cross kept his eyes fixed on Dream's face, his ecto-penis fully forming out of his magic. Dream's eyes looked down, his blush darkening. Having recovered a bit from the sensations of having his most sensitive bones touched, he reached down to grab hold of Cross's cock. Once again they kissed, with occasional touching here and there. Cross littered kisses and licks along Dream's ribs, while the guardian continued to stroke his cock.

Dream pulled away from Cross, shifting his body down. Sliding his hand down to the base of Cross's cock, he lowered his mouth towards it. The feeling of Dream's mouth around his dick was intense. Enough to his fingers dig into the blanket they were on top of, tearing small holes into it. Incomprehensible dirty talk fell from his mouth, with Cross placing his hand on the back of his head. Dream made a small noise of complaint as Cross did this, but he didn't gag or anything. Dream looked so cute like this, but Cross bet that he would look even cuter if....

Cross grabbed hold of Dream's head, lifting him away from his cock. Dream looked up at him with confusion, a thin trail of saliva hanging from his mouth. He placed three fingers on Dream's lips, pressing them up against him. Dream seemed to get the message, closing his eyes and sucking on them. Within his lower bones, his ecto-pussy was forming.

"You're hot, Dream," Cross commented.

Dream spread his legs a bit when he said that, and Cross removed his fingers from Dream's mouth. He let them rest on the lips of Dream's newly formed vagina for a moment, circling them around the entrance. To test it out, he slipped a finger in. It was warmer than his mouth, and carried the strong essence of magic. Dream was pushing his hips down, leaning towards his touch. Cross's chest puffed up in pride. So much that he slipped up a bit.

"Moan for me, whore," he stated.

Dream's head snapped up as his eyes widened. His insides twitched around Cross's fingers, and he sat up some more. He placed his hands on his shoulders, smiling awkwardly. He reached down and slipped another one of his fingers in, lowering his hips. Cross could feel his patience slipping. Those small gasps and moans falling from Dream's mouth were making him blush.

"Be quiet," he whispered. "I won't be able to control myself if you keep making noises like that."

Dream's eyes glimmered with a mischievous look, grinning. He liked the sound of it. He wrapped his legs around Cross, pulling himself closer to him. His ecto-pussy was wet and dripping with magic fluids, coating Cross's fingers and getting onto the blanket.

"Please, Cross," he mewled. "Lose control. Fuck me already."

"You don't know if you want that," he replied with a shudder. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I can take it," he promised. "I want to take it. I want you."

Cross was still uncertain. This was Dream's first time, and while he knew that he was no special snowflake, but he didn't want to risk hurting him. He didn't know what he himself was capable of when it came to being in bed with someone. Dream was just so sweet and he really cared about him. If Cross hurt him, he could never forgive himself. He knew that Nightmare would never forgive him, either. It'd been enough of a hell to get him to agree to let Dream come over at all, and even more difficult to convince him to let Dream be in his room with the door closed.

But hearing Dream beg him to do it, he knew he didn't have much of a choice. His control was slipping. He wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer. He pulled his fingers out of Dream's hole, reaching over to the nightstand. Opening the drawer, he pulled out the bottle of lubricant he stored in there. Not necessarily for this moment or activity, but for... other activities that including his ecto-penis.

"Alright, Dream," he said, applying it to his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you. Try not to be too loud, okay?"

He tossed the bottle of lubricant to the side, lining the head of his dick up with Dream's entrance. His ecto-pussy visibly twitched with anticipation. Cross started to push himself in, being slow so he didn't hurt his lover. Dream shuddered at the feeling, arching his back. Cross immediately dove for his neck, kissing him. Once Dream had adjusted, he gave Cross the okay. At first his pace was slow and steady, easing him into it. Then he'd started to pick up pace with each thrust, until Dream was moaning and struggling beneath him.

"Do you like it?" Cross asked, slamming his hips down. "Do you like this?"

"YES!" Dream screamed, both as an answer and a reflex. "It feels so good, Cross!"

"You're so sexy. You're just so fucking hot," he purred. "God, I just want to destroy your ass."

"Cross," he started, gasping for air. "Please do! I know you can!"

"Fuck, I think I will. I am going to absolutely wreck your little ecto-pussy." He nodded. "You won't be able to walk for days without feeling my imprint inside of you. And then when you've gotten over it, I'll come and fuck your ass again. And again. And again."

The grip of Dream's legs around Cross's waist tightened even more, the guardian trying to get even closer to his lover. Cross grabbed a hold of him and flipped him over, so his backside was facing the ceiling. He grabbed a hold of his hips and lined himself back up again, pushing back in. But he wasn't slow about it this time. He grabbed Dream's hip and one of his arms, using his new hold to absolutely pound him into oblivion. Dream's head was spinning in complete bliss and ecstasy as he made noises he'd never made before, let alone ever heard before. His entire body shook when he finally orgasmed, tensing and locking up as it pushed out the magic fluids.

When he was done with his orgasm, his body gave out. His legs and arms buckled, collapsing onto the bed. But Cross wasn't done yet, and hadn't even realized that Dream was on the verge of passing out. He kept pounding into his body, hitting that one spot that had driven Dream to the edge. The guardian could do nothing but whimper and whine as this happened, his body too exhausted and tapped out to put effort into anything else. His eyes weren't even open.

"Dream," Cross spoke, nearly out of breath. "Can you spread your pussy for me?"

With a groan and some weak effort, and shaky arms, he reached between his legs and held the lips of his ecto-pussy open for Cross. His partner grabbed onto his hips, rather tightly too, and pushed his length in as far as he could go. Dream's already weak and shaky hold on his body fully gave out, his ecto-pussy involuntarily tightening and squeezing his cock. Cross let out a low growl as he hit his own climax, his magically-crafted cum shooting inside of Dream.

When Cross pulled out of him, his body kept squeezing the head of his cock, like it didn't want him to go. Dream didn't know how much longer he would've been able to last if Cross hadn't climaxed just then. He probably would've started to cry from exhaustion alone, not to mention the pain of soreness that he would be experiencing from this. Cross's cum started to spill out of his entrance, as the owner of said fluid sat back on the bed.

"Oh my God!" He cried when he realized just how limp Dream was. "Shit shit shit! I didn't hurt you, did I!?"

"N-No.... I'm just tired..."

~~~~

Cross had to help Dream into the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom, and then had to help him get into the tub without falling or hurting himself.

He'd offered to stay and help him clean himself, but Dream had said that it wouldn't be necessary. Cross was expecting to find him passed out in the bathtub when he came back. It felt a bit odd to walk around after having sex. He was glancing at everyone, as if they were mind readers in disguise. He just had to play it cool. So far he'd only come across those brainless, mindless shadow servants that Nightmare had. They didn't even have personalities.

But as soon as he walked into the living room, that was a different story. Practically everyone in the gang was in there, even Error. And Cross had thought he'd left hours ago. Horror and Dust had been playing cards, Killer was spectating to make sure neither of them cheated, and Error was sitting in a type of chair made from his strings that was hanging from the ceiling. In his hand he was holding a mug, which he was drinking from rather slowly. They'd all tensed up a bit when Cross walked in, and the Murder Trio was now murmuring.

"Um.... hey guys...." Cross greeted them. "Uh... what's going on?"

Error was the only one to respond to him. He lowered the mug from his face, revealing a wide and evil smirk. This made Cross's soul sink.

"Honey," Error started, using the word rather coldly. "You've got a big storm coming."

Cross felt a dark presence behind him. He slowly turned around, coming face-to-face with the king of the castle himself. Cross forced a smile onto his face, which also appeared on Nightmare's. Though his was much more clearly passive-aggressive, his tentacles flicking and lashing as he held himself back from breaking his neck right then and there.

"Heeeeey Nightmare..." Cross gulped. "Um... lovely day?"

"It'll be much lovelier when I break your kneecaps and your arms," Nightmare replied rather chipperly.