Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 9

slight sexual assault | telling someone to kill themselves | mentions towards rape, neglect, child abuse and suicide

George was awakened by a cold hand in the crick of his waist, a hand he didn't recognize. He opened his eyes to see Dream still asleep in front of him.

Dreams bed was in a position against a wall, so George was facing the wall, his back to the open room. Dream was facing the opposite direction. Someone was behind him.

The hand crept down to his hip, slowly making its way into the waistband of his boxers. His heart was racing, desperately trying to wake Dream up without moving. He didn't know what to do, who was behind him, or how to get his boyfriend awake.

Dream furrowed his eyebrows in his sleep and pulled George closer, wrapping his hands around his back.

"Dream." George whispered, hoping the person behind him wouldn't hear, hoping Dreams ear was close enough.

The hand moved across Georges pelvic bone.

"Dream!"

Dream slid his hand to Georges waist and slowly blinked his eyes open. "Is everything-"

"Shh." He watched Dreams face change when he saw the worry displayed on Georges expression.

Dream mouthed "Wha-" and cut himself off when him and the other persons hands collided on Georges hip.

Dream sat up in fear and pushed the person back, using so much impact they fell and hit the other wall. "What the fuck?"

George sat up too and watched Dream turn on the light, the person revealed.

"Dad? Get the fuck out of my room!" Dream got out of bed and grabbed his fathers wrist, dragging him out of the room. Dream shut the door behind him so it would muffle the noise, but George could still hear the yelling.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing touching him like that?"

"You fucking bastard stay out of my fucking room!"

"You have nothing to say you fucking dickhead! If you ever- EVER- touch him again I will send your sorry ass to court and you'll be in jail for the rest of your fucking life!"

"I will ruin your fucking life bastard, I'll fucking kill you if you even just look at him! Putting your hand in his boxers what the fuck is wrong with you? Kill yourself fucker, go in that fucking bathtub and end your own fucking life!"

Dream burst inside the room and slammed the door shut, locking it.

George just sat there, tears welling in his eyes. He'd never heard Dream speak to anyone like that.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Dreams tone softened as he turned off the light and crawled into bed with George, holding him tightly when they laid back down. "I'm so fucking sorry."

George could hear Dream choking up, and he knew they were both on the verge of tears. He was so grateful to have been sleeping in the same bed as Dream or he would not have been able to fight. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, baby. I'll never let that happen to you again, ever. Lay near the wall." Dream switched positions to make George on the side close to the wall.

"Dream I can't explain how much I love you." Not only was George thankful Dream was significantly stronger than him, he was also proud of getting stood up for. Even if the threats were empty, if Dream ever yelled at George like that, it would scare him enough to send him back to his parents and completely cut ties with him.