Antiheroes

Chapter 46: Basement

I realised this morning that I didn't inform you guys that Ezra wrote the smut for the last chapter.

However people who have read any of my other stories (and I assume that all of you have because this is the sequel to another story), you will know who wrote it.
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Dream POV.

My eyes focused on George’s mask. I had removed it from his face after I had knocked him out, having wanted to check for myself whether or not what Wilbur had said was true or not. And it turns out, my old best friend was correct. George was 404. Just as I had feared ever since George had disappeared with Karl.

Currently it was sitting on the wooden table in the middle of the dining room, right alongside my mask which I had taken off after coming back upstairs. The sight of the two beside each other hurt to look at, since it reminded me of how I had developed feelings for the brunette, even though it seems that he didn’t feel the same way.

And it was sad that that was the case.

Ever since I had stopped interacting with Techno and Philza years ago I had never felt close to anybody. There had been the occasional hook-up, and sometimes when that went well I’d date them for a little while, however I had never felt much of a connection with them. Until George of course.

But of course the first person that I ended up falling in love with had to be a superhero, a.k.a one of the people who were constantly trying to undermine me and throw me in jail. And to think how far I had gone with him; I’ve taken him on a date, he’s slept in my bed, and we had sex (multiple times in fact).

And it turns out that it was all a part of an undercover operation to find information on myself and my henchmen. That was enough to break me more than any injury I’ve ever had. And that was how I’d ended up sitting on the floor beside the door to the basement, listening to the sound of the superhero downstairs.

He had been crying on and off for the past couple of hours with me listening to him the entire time. And George’s crying made me cry, however I wiped them all away before they fell too far down my face. I couldn’t help but stand up and open the door, not even bothering to put my mask back on as I did so.

George was still restrained, a tight coil wrapped around his body keeping him to the chair which he wouldn’t be able to get away from easily. Light pouring into the room from the doorway made his eyes glisten from tears, however the brunette didn’t even lift his gaze to look at me as I walked down to where he was.

I wanted to say something to the brunette. It felt wrong for me to just come in here and say nothing to him, and even though he had broken my heart, and made me second guess all of my choices for my allies, I didn’t want to see or hear him crying. Still, what was I even meant to say to him?

So I didn't say anything, instead just walking over to him and cupping his cheek, lifting the brunette’s gasze so that he was looking into my eyes. “Hello Georgie,” I greeted him, before realising my tone made it sound like I was cooing at the British superhero, which would make it seem as though I still loved him despite lying to me.

“What’s with the nickname?” He growled angrily. “I thought you hated me but you give me a pet name now?” It was hard to tell how he was feeling. It was like a cocktail of emotions: Sadness, anger, fear, it seemed all three of them were fighting for control in George’s body.

“It’s the same nickname. Back from when you were mine George,” I reminded him, but I also reminded myself. Back only a few weeks ago when I felt the happiest I had been in a long time, back only a week ago when I had somebody to love me.
“Well can you stop it?” He asked in a snarky tone. Before sighing in defeat as I just shrugged.

“Can you just kill me already Dream?” He responded, ripping his face away from me and lowering his gaze back down again. “I don’t know why you want to keep me alive in your basement. Just shoot me and get it over with. We both know you hate me now.” My heart involuntarily ached as he said that

“How do you know that I hate you?” I questioned, just wanting to be able to hear his voice again because it was so intoxicatingly addictive.
“Because I’m a superhero. I can count all the times that you’ve talked about how heroes are dangerous, and how you hate us and want to kill us.”

Why did I have to say that? I so clearly want to forget it now. Please let me do that at the very least. “I do want to kill you,” I admitted. “But I also want to be able to hold you again. To let everyone know that you’re mine. However, we can't go back to that, can we?” At this point I was just verbalising my thoughts for George, since I never would have said this out loud consciously.

“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’m a superhero. You would never want to be with me after I lied to you. Plus, you made it clear you hated me and the others.” His gaze softened slightly, and I swear that I could see tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “So why don’t you hurry up and kill me instead of keeping me here to torment me.”

“No. I’m not going to do that just yet.” I told him, stroking his cheek as his breath hitched. “I still want to do something with you after what you have done.” My words made him shiver slightly as I continued. The two of us just stared at each other, and I was unsure of what he was thinking about it .

My hands went back to cupping the hero’s cheeks, keeping him in the same position as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. It was like the other time I had kissed him in the basement, however this time George was leaning back into the kiss against me, it seems that he wanted this as much as I did.

The sparks from his electricity flew through both of our bodies via our lips, and I couldn’t help but moan into the feeling. Without even realising I was doing I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he moaned around it, leaning into the kiss more.

After a minute we parted, and I turned without saying anything to head upstairs as my thoughts caught up with me. I regretted what I did, however, as I stepped up I heard the doorbell ring, causing me to shut the basement door and hide the masks before going to answer it.
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Who do you guys think is at the door? Is it the heroes looking for George and Tommy? Is it Wilbur Soot here to kill his ex-best friend?
Is it the super deluxe pack of sex toys Dream purchased for George?

Who knows?