Once Upon a Time, in the land of Dreamtale, was an ancient family.
This family was chosen by a divine being to be the guardians of a cursed and wicked tree:
The Tree of Feelings.
The tree grew golden fruits that was said to hold love, desire, and joy. But, the tree also grew black fruit that was said to hold wrath, hate, and sorrow.
While it seemed like the gold apples represented goodness and the black apples represented wickedness, the family's old records state that the tree was not so black and white.
The gold apples had the power of hell just as much as the black apples had the magic of heaven. This is not further explained in any records that still exist, as no family member had ever recorded the results of what would happen if the apples were to be eaten.
Still, because of that one line, it was decided long ago by the family that no one was to eat any of the apples. For the safety of the family, and the land.
Over generations, the family built a castle around the tree as a fortress to protect it and seal it away. Eventually, everyone forgot that the tree was ever even there. Everyone, except for the family of course.
The family continued to live in the castle, even as a kingdom under the Undertale-Dreemurr family name grew around their land and forced them to join it.
Still, the family would remain compliant with the Undertale Kingdom, even if it was only to protect their land and their undying tree.
Lady Nim of Dreamtale was never known to be a people person. She never married and never found a partner, but in using an ancient magic passed down from her family's records, she was able to grow twin boys from the land that the ancient tree grew on.
From the roots of the blackened side of the tree grew Nightmare, and from the roots of the golden side grew Dream. They would grow to be the heirs of the Dreamtale family and land.
Lord Nightmare learned the knowledge of the castle's library, which held the records of his ancestor's ancient magic and findings from centuries of watching the tree. He also studied combat in his spare time, which proved to be more useful than he thought it ever would be in his life.
Lord Dream learned the social way of protecting the family, so they would not be outcast by their fellow nobles, or stomped out by the royal family. Not to mention that they needed someone to care for the small village that resided on their land.
Once the twin Lords were ready to take care of themselves and the land, Lady Nim fell ill and died.
Their grief for their mother was both less and more than what they could handle.
Lord Dream could have gotten through his grief with Nightmare by his side, but Nightmare ran away.
The responsibility, the pressure, and his own feelings for Dream frightened Nightmare too much for him to handle without his mother. So he ran without much of a word to Dream.
Dream on the other hand spiralled into a despair that only few understood. With the help of the castle staff, he was able to keep his family's land afloat, but Lord Dream was drowning.
The golden apples were said to hold love, desire, and joy.
Something that Dream was desperate for. The love that Nightmare stole from him. The desire to live for tomorrow. And the joy that made life worth drowning for.
Lord Dream was desperate to not feel so numb, and so unloved.
He ate a golden apple with no more tears left to dry on his face.
The first bite made him feel love, excitement, hope, lust, joy.
The second bite burned like a fire in his throat.
The third surged through his body with golden magic.
Until finally the last bite made him sleep a dreamless rest under the branches of the ancient tree.
Lord Dream woke up in his bed several days later. The staff could barely tell if he had died or if he was just sick.
From then on, Dream could smell what everyone was feeling, he grew fangs that were as sharp as blades, and powerful wings that could hide under his golden cape.
He was immortal. A vampire, who was sensitive to the sun light, and silver metal.
What follows here took place a month before Lord-Lady Frisk's visit to Castle Dreamtale, and three months after Lord Nightmare first left Castle Dreamtale.
"Where are you going!" Lord Dream yelled at Lord Nightmare as he rushed through the library.
"I'm going back! I can't even find what I was looking for. This was a mistake!" Nightmare grumbled. It was unclear to what exactly Nightmare was hoping to find back in Dreamtale. But the moment he saw Dream again, he had to leave before he did anything that would be considered shameful.
"You just got back! You can't leave! I love you!" Dream screamed his lungs out as his tears rained down his face. He tried to grab Nightmare, but was only pushed away harshly.
"Stay away from me! We can't be together! It's beyond sinful!" Nightmare yelled back as he raced to the door quickly while Dream was still on the ground.
The doors slammed closed in front of him. When Nightmare tried to open them again, they were locked shut.
He looked back to Dream whose wings spread out as far as they reached.
"Dream?‐" Nightmare found himself speechless as he was quickly taken aback by the sight.
"You're not leaving..." Dream threatened with a hiss through his tears.
Dream lunged at Nightmare from across the room at an impossible speed. Before Nightmare could blink, Dream pressed himself against Nightmare and wrapped his arms around him. Clinging onto him and never letting go. That was until he could smell Nightmare's sent. Dream buried his face into Nightmare's neck and smelled all of the feelings that rushed through Nightmare's blood.
Dream ripped Nightmare's shirt open like a starving animal before sinking his teeth into Nightmare's neck.
Nightmare gasped out suddenly. Struggling at first out of fear that Dream was trying to kill him.
But Nightmare found his stress drain from his blood, all of his fear, and anger was sucked out of him by Dream's gentle mouth.
"Dream..." Nightmare groaned softly as he slowly sank. If not out of pain, then perhaps a different sensation made his heart rush.
Dream sank to the ground with Nightmare as they slid down the door to the ground. Dream's wings fluttered as he pulled his mouth away from the bite mark he made.
Nightmare hitched his breath again as Dream made a new mark somewhere else on his exposed neck. Dream drank hungrily. But Nightmare did nothing to stop him. He didn't try to pull away or pry Dream off of his bloodied neck.
He let Dream drain his worries away, until his Dream was well-fed of blood.
"You taste like love..." Dream muttered quietly against Nightmare's neck as he sat in his lap. Licking up the spillage with his tongue. Still, it was safe to say that Nightmare's shirt was ruined.
"What happened to you?" Lord Nightmare asked the other. Dream was silent for a moment before he started shaking.
"Please don't leave... I need you here..." Dream whimpered, "I don't know what to do... Nightmare, I'm scared..." he begged his brother.
"Okay, okay. I'll stay." Nightmare would quickly grow to regret ever leaving his dearest Dream.
After learning about everything that happened after he left. After what Nightmare did, the damage was already done, and it was going to take a lot of work to repair what he had broken.
They sat there in silence as Nightmare held his Dream and tried to comfort him as best he could. Dream's soft mouth licked at the wounds on his neck slowly, almost obsessively tasting him, seen as it was the first time he'd ever drank anyone's blood before.
"Tell me, what exactly does my love taste like?" Nightmare wiped the tears from Dream's face.
"I can't describe it... it just tastes exactly how you would expect love to taste like. But you don't only taste like love." Dream explained slowly through his gradually calming breaths.
"What else do I taste like?" Nightmare wanted Dream to focus on whatever he was tasting from his blood rather than what Dream's poisoned mind was telling him.
Yes, poisoned by sorrow and anxiety.
"You taste like love, worry, joy, arousal," Dream listed what he could still feel lingering on his tongue.
"Arousal?" Nightmare almost seemed to object or deny the idea at first.
"Yes~" Dream wasn't going to let Nightmare get away with denying that one.
After all, it wasn't anyone else that Nightmare begged to take his virginity years prior.
"How would you know what arousal even tastes like?" Lord Nightmare tried to pretend that he never had such feelings.
"I can still feel it lingering on my tongue," Dream showed Nightmare his wet tongue, "and I feel it against my pelvis~" He stared into Nightmare's eyes with an inviting gaze.
"If you feel it in your pelvis, perhaps you are mistaking your own arousal for mine!" Nightmare blushed at him, trying to avoid his tempting gaze.
"Nightmare, you're not listening to what I'm saying." Dream turned Nightmare's head gently. It's not like Nightmare didn't want to be tempted by him.
Dream got Nightmare to look down at their laps and see who of the two of them had the erection in their pants. Nightmare's arousal pressed against Dream's pelvis just as he said it was.
Bit of a strangely put together chapter, but I don't feel like rewriting it so-