Soooo, I may or may not be absolutely obsessed with @giant-tiny-squid’s Giant Manhunt AU, and I sort of wrote a little something meant to be set after the infamous “George incident”... I hope that’s okay. I just couldn’t stop thinking about that fic and this little scene popped into my head, so I wrote it down :>
Bad flicks his tail in annoyance. “Sapnap, shush, George is sleeping―”
“Well I can’t help it if Dream’s being a total dick and―hey!” Sapnap stumbles as a warm, wet, slightly rough something slides its way up his side. He turns around and sees Dream’s tongue retreating into his mouth, a cheeky grin already forming. “What the fuck, Dream? Did you just lick me??!” He shakes his arm and droplets of giant saliva fly off. “Ew. This is gross,” he complains. “You’re gross.”
“Shut up, I’m not afraid to do it again,” Dream threatens lightly.
“Don’t you dare,” Sapnap grumbles. He begins to walk away, but is stopped short by Dream’s hand scooping him up and holding him tight. He gasps, but the tiny sound goes unheard by the giant above him. Dream brings him to his face and sticks out his tongue again, playfully threatening. But Sapnap goes rigid; after all, its not been all that long since the… George incident.
“Don’t lick me,” he commands, but it’s faint, with only a fraction of the power he intended and quite a bit more of a tremor. Dream either doesn’t hear the fear in his voice or doesn’t care, because his tongue comes up Sapnap’s side again, slower this time. As if taunting him. Or… savoring the taste.
On the ground, Bad is only laughing, telling Dream to stop being mean, and George is still fast asleep by the fire. Sapnap doesn’t want to struggle, doesn’t want to make Dream go further, but his breathing is coming a bit quicker now and he really, really wants to be put down.
“Dream… Dream… please let go of me,” he says. Before you put me in your mouth, he thinks.
“Why? Is Sappy-nappy scared of a little spit?” Dream asks. “Scared I’ll ruin your favorite shirt?”
“I just don’t want to be held right now,” Sapnap bites out, and it’s a little clipped, sure, but doesn’t he have a right to be angry right now?
“Aw, but you taste so goood,” Dream coos, and that’s it, that does it for Sapnap.
He immediately begins kicking and punching, pounding at Dream’s fingers wrapped around him, yelling profanities and demands to put him down right fucking now or else. Dream opens his fingers immediately in surprise and Sapnap falls about ten feet to the ground. Thankfully, Sapnap has the balance and reflexes of a good hunter, so he lands well. But immediately, he scrambles away, to the far side of the fire, though he knows full well Dream can easily reach over and grab him again. Bad rushes to his side, asking what that was about, if he’s hurt. Sapnap brushes him away. “Motherfucker was tasting me,” he says, viciously. “He just―he wouldn’t fucking let go!”
Across the cave, Dream is sitting up straight, having moved from his previous half-laying position to stare across the fire at them. Firelight dances in his eyes. He looks confused. Scared. Betrayed.
Sapnap knows that what he just said was a bit too harsh. But he can’t find it in himself to take it back. Not when he’s still shaking and covered in―covered in his saliva, just like George was...
He steps back until his back is against the wall, eyes never leaving Dream’s hurt expression.
“Sap, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean―”
“I don’t care,” Sapnap snaps, and he’s disappointed to find that the tremor hasn’t left his voice. “Just don’t ever―ever―do that again. Ever. Got it?”
Dream’s mouth opens for a second, but then he purses his lips and nods. The tension in the ring of firelight eases just slightly.
= = =
Sapnap sleeps on the other side of the cave that night, with a sizeable boulder between himself and Dream’s line of sight. Even so, he sleeps lightly and fitfully. Nightmares of blue scraps of cloth between huge teeth send him shivering in and out of consciousness, keeping his mind in a dark cycle until day breaks.
It’s going to be a rocky road to recovery, for all of them.
