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Nightmare || Don't Look Oneshot

So, I write this some time ago and I wasn't planning to make a translation, but these days I haven't been able to draw nor write and I thought of translating this to practice English and also doing something, so here it is(? I'm sorry if I have any grammatical mistakes... Or if something feels out of character lol

Oliver was not surprised when he opened his eyes and everything around him crouched in the shadows, almost as if someone had placed a dark cloth over the whole world.

He blinked a couple of times before closing his eyes completely, slowly inhaling and exhaling as quietly as possible, as he didn't wanted his strange natural alarm to disturb the others as well. He sat down carefully, blinking to get used to the dark environment as best he could. One of his hands snaked under the pillow until he managed to hit the small electronic rectangle that was his phone. He wrapped his fingers around it before pulling it out, pressing one of the buttons on it's side with his thumb,activating the artificial light and lighting up his face with it.

4:06 AM

Again. He wasn't surprised.

Taking the air out of his lungs once more, he dropped backwards, landing on the soft pillow, as his thumb slid on the screen, repeating the pattern that had already stayed in his muscle memory.

Zachary's throat made a sound to his right and Chester moved to his left, Kade was still on the other side of the redheaded guy. There was no need to check to know that everyone were still asleep, he was the only one awake at the time, as usual.

He check notifications from his social media before opening the application he used to write, and a few seconds later he was already continuing the chapter he had left unfinished since the afternoon of the previous day.

Usually it would give him some time to write a good part of the story before getting sleepy again and he could rest a few more hours, but when he was beginning to get lost in the words he heard Zach complaining in his dreams once again.

The brunet turned around confused. Usually Zachary would become alert with the movement of his awakening at first, then remain in complete stillness and silence until 6 o'clock, when his natural clock would waking him up, and by that point Oliver would be asleep again.

Taking advantage of the dim light on the phone, he observed his partner's face, finding him frowning sharply.

It was not difficult to guess that he must have been having a bad night, probably a nightmare occurring on his mind. Oliver was not a stranger with bad dreams, quite the contrary, he used to suffer them much, more often than he would like, so by that point they were no longer something he cared about, but that only applied to him, Thinking her boyfriend was struggling with that made him upset. Unfortunately he couldn't physically fight with whatever that was happening in the mind of other, so he had to go with plan B.

After bloking his phone and re-hiding it under the pillow, he slowly curled up on the other's chest, crossing his arms over it before resting his chin in place.

—Zach— he whispered in a soft voice, waiting a few seconds before repeating the name a little louder.

He watched his nose wrinkle and his eyebrows gather.

As much as Oliver wanted to rush the process, he knew it would be harmful to start shaking his partner and calling him urgently, so he kept trying calmly. He raised his head high enough to gently blow into the other's face, causing the bangs to flit and the muscles to contract again.

One of his hands approached and with the index finger he pointed the bow of his nose, barely touching the tip with the skin.

Stretching his neck, he left a silent kiss in the mouth of the other.

—Zach— he repeated once more without parting, smiling at the nice feeling to speak without breaking lip contact.

And as if that had been the key, he watch with pleasure how the heterochromatic eyes finally came out of their hiding place under the eyelids.

Oliver backed away just a few inches, letting his partner to analyze him at his own pace.

—Little moth— Zach gasp when his eyes managed to focus the figure in front of him. He took air, clearly relieved to have managed to get out of his mind. His hand ran over his face, pulling out any trace of the bad dream that might remain in his gesture.

—A nightmare? — Oliver spoke softly. They both knew it wasn't a question, rather a statement.

—A nightmare— he nodded in a tired voice, keeping his tone low. The other two were still sleeping and they wanted it to stay that way.

—You were stirring too much— answered the question in his eyes.

—I'm sorry— he apologized, managing to smile at the other, passing his hands on the sides of his face, watching him lie on his chest again—. Did I wake you up, polillita?

—You know I always wake up at dawn— he shook his head the best he could considering the other's huge hands were still holding him fondly.

He nodded, aware of that.

And for some reason, in less than a second, his gaze broke down, blurring to get lost in a non-existent world.

—It was very bad nightmare— guessed Oliver, playing with the collar of the other's shirt— Wanna talk about that?

Zachary clenched his lips, placing one of his hands on the crown of his partner before beginning to caress the messy fibers of dark hair between his fingers, careful to untangle it without hurting him. He stayed like that for a while, debating how much he wanted to talk about it.

Oliver didn't press on it, he closed his eyes and I patiently wait for Zach to bring his thoughts together.

Outside the window, the wind was squealing against the trees, a distant owl singing, and the leaves rustling. There was no sign of civilization, and surely it was due to the hour, since even those who got up early were still enjoyed their last hours of sleep. They were lucky, but Oliver was actually enjoying spending the night under his boyfriend's soft touch.

—I dreamt about you— Zach whispered shortly afterwards, in an almost gloomy tone. His gaze was still lost, perhaps gathering the little pieces of nightmare that were still fresh in his mind—. All of you.

—Us?— Oliver asked, turning to the other two. Their lungs inflated and deflated calmly, still cuddling in Morpheus' pleasant arms. The taller nodded before shaking his head slightly and dragging his eyes to the window, even though the curtain was cast and it was impossible to truly see what was outside.

—I think it's the first time I didn't like seeing you in my dreams— he smiled without looking happy at all— Remember how I met Chester?

—Yes. You went to the cafe where he work— Oliver narattes, drawing with his middle finger invisible figures on Zach's chest, he just wanted to feel him—. You talk with him for days until the day you dared to ask for his number. Such a cute story.

—It wasn't like that in my dream. I harassed him for weeks, until one day he stayed working until very late, and I... — his words stopped, squinting while swallowing, then release air as he continued—. I hit him in the head and locked him in the bunker. It felt... It felt very real. He was scared and I was just happy to have him there. With me.

Oliver didn't say anything, he knew the story wasn't over yet.

—I did the same with you, and with Kade. I hurt you and then I kept you locked up, scared, covered your eyes and tied you up so you couldn't leave— His voice shook a little, but he didn't stop, instead he continue, speaking a little more heated at each moment—. You were terrified of me and I could only feel ecstatic to have my little insect collection in the palm of my hand...

He let out a growl, stopping the caresses that he had been provided to the the younger one just to covered his face with both hands, hiding his expression.

—I know it was just a nightmare, but it felt so incredibly real... Your fear and my... My happiness, it's like it's still under my skin.

It wasn't the worst nightmare Oliver had ever heard, and yet he saw the way Zach's hands were shaking, the way his breath was stuck in his throat. He could feel the despair of his partnet on his own heart.

—It was just a stupid dream— he tried to comfort him, hugging his chest tightly— It was just a dream, Zach.

—That's not the problem— Zachary growled, and Oliver almost back away, but a part of him knew he'd regret it if he did, so he cuddle a little more instead.

—So what is it?— he asked carefully, letting the other know that he was listening, that he really cared.

—That I liked it— the words intended to sound heavy and grave, but Oliver couldn't do anything but sigh.

—Well, dah. Of course you liked it— now he did really back away, just enough to put his hands on the sides of the other to be able to have stability while climbing completely to the older's body, sitting on his stomach carefully. He looked at Zach with a smile as he took advantage of the new position to hold Zach's hands and, with a soft gesture, encourage him to separate them from his face.

That get his attention, and at the end he let his boyfriend's little hands guide his own to the sides as he watched with curiosity. The faint moonlight contoured the body over his in an almost mesmerizing way, and that gleam in his eyes... it was difficult to say if it was also the fault of the moon or if the playfulness in his eyes had a light of its own.

—Zach, I'm sorry to be the one to say it, but you've always been a little... well, very overprotective. That your biggest dream is to keep us locked up so we can get away from any danger in the world, sounds very you.

He didn't knew what to say. Now that the brunet put it that way, he could accept that he was telling the truth, his greatest desire since he had known them was to keep them safe, to have them with him so that they would never feel alone, not them, and not himself.

—I mean, you invited us all to live with you as soon as you had the chance— the onther continued, releasing the older's hands only to put his on his shoulders, slowly dragging them to his chest, admiring him as if he was the be most valuable thing in the world.

Zachary almost wanted to blush, but he was a little more attentive to the words that slipped from the contrary lips—. You didn't spend even a month talking to us when you were already offering us a home. You did it with Chester, you did it with me, and finally you bdid it with Kade. The only requirement was that we liked you and that we were fine with your little... harem. Just that and for you we were already someone worth having in your life.

—But...

—We can all be selfish, Zach— Oliver interrupted, returning to look him in the eye, his gaze was sharp and his mouth curved into a malicious smile—. If you ask me, I too would have enjoyed a dream where I lock you up in a bunker to make sure you're mine and only mine. Maybe share with Ches and Kade, but that's it.

It was hard to know if it was either a joke or he was serious, yet Zachary couldn't help but laugh. It was a light, almost silent laugh, but it was genuine and exactly what he needed, he almost feel that he had actually been exaggerating feeling so overwhelmed by the dream.

—You are so sexy when you laugh— Oliver whispered as he backed up to sit in Zach's pelvis so he could bow and rest his head on the other's chest once more.

Zachary ran one of his hands down his back, under the shirt, feeling how it was enough to squeeze a little bit to feel the bones under the soft skin.

They both sighed in unison, feeling the calm of the night regain it's place in the house. Kade growled a little and the sheets were heard stirring under his weight. He must have hit Chester because now it was his turn to whine and turn around, looking right at them if it wasn't for his eyes keeping closed. It was a fortunate that despite having light sleep there was a time at night where he could not be bothered even with the evening talk.

—Anyway— Oliver purr suddenly— if you are really bothered by that nightmare, you can always start taking therapy. I know that you grew up in a time when that was reserved for the crazy peolpe— he joked to bother him in a playful way—, but it really isn't, in any case you can try it and see how you feel.

—Maybe I will— he whispered looking at the sleeping face of his bumblebee, changing the frightened version of his dream for the calm one—. I'll think about it.

—I feel like me estás dando el avión— he smiled with a frown, standing up so he could look at his face.

—Of course not, polillita— he reassured him by turning his gaze back, passing his free hand to his cheek so he could caress it with affection—. I'm really going to consider it. There are many things I want to fix in my life. For you.

—And for you too— he spit rubbing against his palm— It's important that you also do it for you.

— And for me— he accepted in the end.

The youngest seemed satisfied and went back to lie down, not before leaving a quick kiss on the lips of his boyfriend, wishing him a good night. He decided that he would spend the rest of the night above the other, and Zachary did not complain, the weight was not too much and he even felt comfortable, so, not so long, they both fell asleep.

#dontlookvn #oneshot

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