TW: smut (not overly descriptive)
George woke up in a big white bed. He had to think a minute before remembering where he was. He got up and realised he had no idea what to wear. Just then he heard a knock on the door.

"Housekeeping" a deep voice said.

"I know that's you Dream" George said, sighing. "Don't come in"

"You got me" Dream said. "Also I can't you idiot, the doors locked. What's taking so long?"

"What should I wear?" George asked.

"Just wear a shirt and trousers" Dream called through the door. "And hurry up"

"I am hurrying" George replied. He threw on a light blue shirt with black trousers. He quickly grabbed his keys and opened the door.

"Dream?" George said, not seeing Dream anywhere.

"BOO" Dream shouted as he jumped out from around the corner.

"AHHH" George screamed. "What is wrong with you? We're supposed to be adults" he said, pushing Dream.

Dream was too busy laughing to answer. He put his hands on the wall to keep himself up. When he finally stopped he said "that was too easy."

"Oh whatever. We need to get going" George said, starting to walk down the hall. They both left the hotel and called a taxi. They told him the location which was about 5 minutes away from the mansion so they could walk up to it.

They got out of the taxi and started walking. They reached the mansion and stood at the bottom of the walkway.

"So do we just knock on the door, or..." George asked.

"I guess" Dream said. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. They were immediately grabbed and brought inside, being pinned to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" the man holding them down asked.

"We're here to work" Dream pleaded. "We know James"

"We'll see about that" the man said, dragging Dream and George off the floor and into a big room down a hallway. Inside the room there were around 10 people sitting on sofas or chairs. They all turned to look at the door.

"James, are these the guys you were talking about?" the man asked.

"That's them. Lock them up" James said.

"Wait James, we're with you! Remember! You know me" Dream pleaded.

"I used too" James said. "I joined the cartel. It's way more exciting than working hard and getting no reward as a spy. Either join us or we lock you up."

Dream and George looked at each other.

"Lock us up" they said.

The man took them into a door and down a flight of stairs. They were thrown into a cage-like room. The door was slammed and locked, and the man left.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT" Dream yelled at George.

"HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?" George yelled back, getting closer to Dream.

"You're the one with the stupid plans that never work" Dream said. "Just like always. I should have known." He paced around the small room.

"Dream this isn't"- George started.

"Just shut up" Dream said.

There was silence for a moment. Then George replied.

"Make me."

With that, Dream strode over to George and pushed him against the bars with a strong force.

He grabbed the bars behind George on either side of him. His face was inches from George's. "Don't test me" he said.

"Or what?" George whispered.

"Or i'm going to do this." Dream leaned in and kissed George, pulling himself in closer using the bars. Dream bit George's lip just hard enough that George would yelp, and immediately slipped his tongue into his mouth. George put his hands in Dream's hair and pulled it slightly.

Dream got on his knees.

George grabbed the bars behind him and struggled to stay up.

[ok ur going to have to imagine the rest yourself because i'm going though the 5 stages of grief trying to write this.]

Dream stood up.

"Why-why did you do that" George asked, out of breath.

"I was angry and I needed you to shut up" he replied. "Anyway, we need to think of a way out. Or at least a way to survive until someone realises we're missing, but we're alive for a reason. They should have killed us by now."

"That's true" George said. "But why?"

"I don't know, but we're going to find out at some point." Dream stated.

Just then the door burst open.

"Can you guys please not do that" a short, black haired man said. "I'm supposed to be watching the cameras but I can't if you're gonna do that. The camera doesn't even have audio and I could still hear you."

"Sorry" George said.

The man left. That's when George noticed the large security camera pointing in their direction.

"At least we found out the camera doesn't have audio" Dream said.

"Right. But what do we do with that?" George asked.

"We think of a plan" Dream said. "I have no idea where to start though. Do we wait here for the week? Surely they'll feed us?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow and if there's no food by then, we think of something else." George said.

They sat down on the floor and waited. George laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been a few hours and nobody had come in since the security guard.

"I think it's nighttime" George said.

"What are you, one of those astrology bitches? How would you know?" Dream asked.

"Just because it's been a few hours. I don't know. And I am, actually. What's your sign?" George said.

Dream sighed. "I'm a leo."

"Yeah I can definitely see that. Not too bad though" George said.

"Okay?" Dream remarked. "I don't really understand all that."

They sat in silence for a few more hours until George fell asleep. Dream looked at his face. He was cute. Eventually Dream fell asleep too.

They both woke up to the sound of people talking. It must be at least midday. It was cold in their cell. Both of their backs felt broken.

"I don't think they're going to feed us" Dream said.

"It's fine I have another idea" George said, a smirk starting to form on his face. He went up and whispered in Dream's ear: "We need to do what we did yesterday, but... more extreme if you get what I mean."

"I know what you mean but.. you sure?" Dream asked.

"Just do it" George said, lying on the floor. Dream got on top of him.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to" Dream said.

"I guess we could just... pretend?" George said.

"Of course" Dream whispered. "Just act like i'm doing it." He took off George's shirt.

After a few minutes the security guy came back, swinging open the door.

"Can you guys just stop! It's like"- the man started, but was cut off by Dream who had swiftly gotten up and punched him, knocking him out.

"We need to go, now!" Dream shouted.

They ran through the house until they came across a large window. George kicked it right in it's centre and it shattered. They ran through the window, getting cut by pieces of glass as they went. They could hear shouting behind them.

Luckily, their hotel wasn't far from the mansion. They knew they looked very suspicious because of the dirt and blood on their face and body, and George's shirt had been left there in the panic. They quickly went to their hotel rooms. Dream texted the general to tell him what happened. He then booked two tickets to get back home. The flight was at 5pm that day. Luckily it was only 1pm now.

Dream packed his stuff and went into the other hotel room to help George pack.

"We're going to the airport straight away" Dream said, worriedly. "Wait, first of all let's get you cleaned up."

Dream brought George to the bathroom in his hotel room and started washing down his face. He had a large scar on his back from where the window got him. George swore it didn't hurt but, Dream could tell it did by the way he winced every time he pressed the wet cloth on it.

"We'll get this looked at once we're home okay? We need to get out of here first." Dream told him.

They grabbed their suitcases and left the hotel. They were in such a rush, Dream had no time to make fun of George's suitcase. They called a taxi and left for the airport.