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They were dancing. Calloused fingers twitching, cloth swishing with their back and forth sway, eyes roaming the space alight with tension. It wasn't their first tango- battles won, battles lost, wars at their start and wars at their end- but this one spoke to something different. The pauses were heavier than normal, carrying too much weight for them to bear feasibly.
Fortunately, they were both extraordinary men. They were handling it well, all things considered.
Technoblade rolled to avoid a brazen slash of Dream's axe, a dark sound of anger spilling from the latter. Dream jumped as Techno swept low to the ground with the intent to hit ankle.
Give and take. Jab, dodge. Thrust, parry. Stab, block. It had been going on for upwards of a half hour now, sweat rolling down their necks and painting the back of their respective shirts damp. Dream's short hair was dripping at the ends, and he frequently had to flick the strands so the salt wouldn't fall and burn his eyes. Technoblade was preoccupied in his internal dilemma on whether or not to lose the king's robe he was still wearing over his armor, and it earned him a nick in the arm when he failed to fully dodge an aggressive swing.
"Gimme a second to lose the cape, will ya?" Technoblade panted, ducking as Dream aimed high. Dream hesitated, then lowered his axe, carefully pacing back two steps. Technoblade bowed slightly, breathing hard as he unhooked the clasp, draping it over the nearest upright object; it was a sign of some sort, with arrows and letters that all swam together in his vision. After forcefully ripping himself back from the dead, his reading skill had become virtually non-existent, though he spoke this to no one.
"Whatta gentleman," he huffed, turning back to the green-clad man that remained blankly staring at him through an opaque smile mask. Technoblade allowed himself a few moments to breathe before lifting his sword and rolling out his shoulders. "Alright," he said, the 'l' lagging on his tongue attractively, "ready when you are."
Dream needed no other confirmation before he was back in Technoblade's space, axe raining from above. Technoblade pivoted right, then swung with as much force as he could, catching Dream straight in the ribs. The shorter man coughed, breath wheezing past his lips as a struggled laugh followed.
"Good hit," Dream breathlessly praised, the rare spoken words landing squarely on Technoblade's chest, where he let them sit. Dream took a moment to recover, clutching his side through the armor and gently applying pressure. When he winced, Technoblade assumed he'd bruised the ribs, perhaps even fractured them. He hefted the weight of his sword to one hand and twirled it end over tip. It's what Dream deserved. His goddamned arm hurt.
"I try," Technoblade said humbly, allowing the other's rest. He applied pressure to his own wound, and found it had cut deeper than he'd expected. Eyeing Dream, Technoblade reached into his satchel and pulled out a golden apple, ripping a chunk out of the flesh and watching as the rest disintegrated into mere ashes. A weird side effect of the one-bite-boost food, but he didn't mind the dusty presence as his wound ceased to hurt. Power surged through his limbs, and he saw Dream look over just in time for the ashes to float away.
A scoff. "Pussy."
Dream's words brushed off like an arrow would to his armor- harmlessly. "Ya'd like it if I had one. Maybe then I'd be o' more use to ya."
The lewd words were pulled right out of nowhere, catching Technoblade almost as off-guard as Dream. Still, a shocked laugh left the shorter male.
"Oh? What says you're any less of use?"
"Didn't know ya were into men who weren't George," Technoblade quipped. Dream seemed to stiffen at that comment, and Technoblade took the action as incentive to get under his skin. "'S wrong? Pretty boy break up with ya?"
"We were never a thing," Dream spit, hands gripping his axe more firmly. "And I'm not."
"Dunno," Technoblade fired back, enjoying the flip in conversation dynamics, "ya seem the type to get on your knees."
Snarling, Dream charged him. Axe met sword, and sparks flew between the metals. Angry hissing filled Technoblade's ears, coming from Dream, who aggressively shoved his axe down with enough leverage to push Technoblade's sword back several inches. Humor still dancing in his vermillion eyes, Technoblade pulled away and jumped back, narrowly avoiding the deadly weight of Dream's weapon.
"Would ya get on your knees if I asked ya to?" Dream froze. "We could work out our differences that 'a way, maybe ya'd like it more."
A frustrated yell. "I should kill you."
Technoblade couldn't help but laugh. "Don't let your mind run too wild, 'm right here if ya wanna take the offer."
When Dream didn't make any move to continue fighting, Technoblade paused as well. He couldn't...
"You're just fucking with me," Dream growled, voice echoing in a betrayed tone within his mask. Technoblade's eyes widened. "I hate being lied to, you know damn well I hate it. So shut your goddamned mouth."
Low heat pooled in Technoblade's stomach. To Dream, it had already gone beyond joking. To Dream, it wasn't a quip meant to cut, it was a temptation he couldn't have.
To Technoblade, that sounded like a problem. "Wasn't jokin'," he breathed, relaxing his grip on his sword.
Who was he to tempt Dream and not hold up his end of his words?
Disbelief met his sentence. Digging his feet into the beaten soil of the path, Dream only got more furious. "Shut the fuck up, Technoblade!"
A soft breath passed through the air. Technoblade leaned down, maintaining (attempting to maintain, considering the mask) eye contact, and set down his sword.
"I wasn't jokin', Dream. If that's what ya want."
Expressionless, Dream didn't move for several long seconds in which Technoblade waited patiently. Slowly, ever so slowly, Dream spoke.
"You're not fucking me over?"
"Not fuckin' ya over," Technoblade confirmed, pulling off his helmet and setting it on the ground at his feet next to his sword. Pink hair spilled over his shoulder, sticky with sweat and clinging to his chestplate.
Still, Dream didn't move. "You're not kidding."
"Not kiddin'."
"You want me... to..."
"To get on your knees, yes."
Unbelieving, Dream's voice wavered with his next words. "Take your armor off."
Technoblade did. A white shirt stringed in the back hung off his broad shoulders, brown trousers slimly fitting his waist as he pulled off heavy Netherite gear.
"Give me a golden apple," the next order came. Technoblade, wanting to pacify and convince the man of his seriousness, pulled one out and tossed it to him.
A confused tilt of the head. Dream slowly reached around and unclipped his mask, a white smile falling to the ground. Murky green eyes and conflicted features met Technoblade's similarly unmasked gaze.
"If this is a trick, I'll make your life a living fucking hell. One by one, I'll kill every single person you care for until you have nothing left, and then I'll hunt you down. I'll kill Phil, I'll kill Carl, you'll have nothing-"
"Dream," Technoblade interrupted, gaze evenly pinning his down. "How long am I gonna have to spend convincin' ya I ain't kiddin'? Sun's gonna go down soon. You're runnin' yourself outta time."
Honesty burning in his green eyes, Dream stepped closer. "I swear to God, Technoblade. I'll kill you."
Growing impatient, Technoblade allowed himself to glower in Dream's direction. "If ya don't get on your knees like ya said ya would, 'm leavin'. I wish I had all day to spend chasin' ya, but I don't. I gotta feed a horse, so either suck me off or pick up your axe and get to walkin'."
Technoblade could see the way Dream's eyes changed, could see the way his lips parted at the words, and he counted his blessings. It wasn't every day Dream took off that cursed porcelain mask. To see Dream's reaction, so inviting and candor- Technoblade reveled in it, staring back just as intensely.
"Not a trick."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Dream. Ya need help with this whole trust thing. Do I need to walk ya through it? I want ya to suck my dick. What else can I say?"
And finally, finally, Dream came close enough to sink onto armor-clad knees, gazing up openly. Technoblade held eye contact, lust surely blowing his pupils steadily black.
"Okay."
"Thought I was gonna have to try an' write a formal letter," Technoblade huffed, fingers coarsely undoing his belt. He popped the button, eyes stuck on the way Dream just waited, the most powerful man on the server down on his knees, all for Technoblade. The zipper was next, and the hiss that left his lips as he pulled out his cock was pure sin.
Dream was silent, but his eyes betrayed how desperate he already was. Boyish freckles did nothing to take away from the want swirling in green depths, tongue darting out to swipe across cracked lips.
"Ya ever give head before?" Technoblade asked, careful to make sure Dream knew what he was doing, not just trying to please the pink-haired man.
Nodding, Dream was heartless when he breathed, "To Schlatt, once, to get him fucked out before I had him sign his life away in writing."
Writing again. Third time Techno had thought about his failing skills. In compensation, he cupped a hand to Dream's jaw, tipping his head up until he could press his half-hard dick against wet lips. "Ya only gettin' all submissive so ya can kill me?"
"No," Dream immediately whimpered, tongue nudging the inside of his cheek impatiently. "If I was, I'd be doing more than just getting on my knees."
Technoblade groaned at the insinuated scenario. "Fuckin' hell, let me take ya out to dinner first."
A slight smirk, and that was all it took for Technoblade to throw their talk out the window. He rotated his wrist a few times around his head, then prodded Dream's lips with his tip. "Come on, this is healthier for the both o' us compared to tryin' to cut each other's heads off."
Dream rolled his eyes and obediently complied, taking the head of Technoblade's dick into his mouth and suckling. A second hand found its way into dark blonde locks, carding through the sweaty mess before gripping firmly. Licking softly at the slit, Dream took incentive to palm at Technoblade's balls, earning a deep groan.
"Shit, Schlatt taught ya this?"
Dream pulled off and took a deep breath, lips quirked. "No, Sapnap did. It was for Schlatt though, so I don't count it."
"Ya sucked off your best friend?" A tug on blonde hair had Dream moaning in pitch. "Hope ya don't still kiss your mother w' that mouth."
"Been a long time since I've kissed anyone," Dream confessed, returning his focus to Technoblade's cock. "Missed this more though."
"Never pegged ya as a whore, Dream."
"Never pegged me, either. Maybe you'll change your mind."
Technoblade shoved him back down, thoughts full of Dream spread out on his crafting table at home, begging for him. Dream took more in this time around, eyes threatening to water as he pushed his limit. Technoblade couldn't help the way his hips bucked, the heat of Dream's mouth enveloping his dick perfectly. Tight throat muscles met the thrust, and it went downhill from there, Technoblade consumed by the feeling of Dream.
If this was just a blowjob, how good would his green-eyed companion be split open on his cock?
"Goddamnit," Technoblade cursed, "your throat... s' tight...."
Dream whined. Vibrations went from his chest to Technoblade's stomach, stoking the embers building in his gut.
"Heh? Ya like it when I talk to ya?" Unintelligible filth fell from his lips when Dream moaned, gagging on his dick. "Such a whore. Maybe I will take ya home, lock ya up, make sure ya can't run away. Keep ya all for myself, comin' on my cock and droolin' like a dog."
A strangled sound that sounded akin to the word "please" rose from Dream, who was now crying, choking as Technoblade continued to thrust into his throat. Hands were stroking what he couldn't fit, but Technoblade swatted them away, eyelids growing heavier with every passing moment.
"Touch yourself," he demanded. "Go on, get off while you're chokin' on my cock. Look s' pretty with tears all down your face. Cryin' like a good whore."
Dream didn't need to be told twice. He shoved a hand in his pants, quickly finding pace with Technoblade's thrusts, which were growing sloppier with time. Green eyes peered back at crimson ones, and Technoblade found that for once, they weren't piercing- they were desperate. Desperate for release, desperate to please the man towering above him.
Technoblade found himself growling the closer he got to his own climax. He yanked Dream impossibly further down on his cock, eyes rolling as throat muscles pulsed around his head. Molten heat surged through his veins, and he barely had time to groan "'m comin'-" before semen filled Dream's mouth. Dream shuddered at the same time, whining high-pitched and obscene as he came in his boxers, quick to swallow everything Technoblade had given him.
Dream pulled off, coughing hoarsely and rubbing at his throat with his clean hand. Imagery of pinning the blonde to the wall by his neck filled Technoblade's head, but that was for a different day. The pink-haired man reached down and clasped Dream by the hand and shoulder, hauling him to his feet before redoing his own pants.
"I want new leggings," Dream croaked, voice scratchy and jaw stiff from giving oral. "I'm pretty sure I just got cum on mine."
"Add it t' the list of things we owe each other," Technoblade tossed back, pulling on his own over brown trousers. Seconds ticked by as they regained semblances of their sanity, and Dream huffed a laugh into the air.
"Maybe I can drop by your house sometime to pick some up."
Raising his eyebrows, Technoblade stared at Dream, whose eyes spoke to a possible promise of more. A deep chuckle filled the grassy clearing they always sparred in.
"Comin' back for seconds ain't very normal of ya, Dream."
Shrugging, Dream tilted his head. "Call me intrigued."
Deadly, daring, Technoblade pushed. "'trigued 'bout what?"
Dream was all sly smiles and suggestively poised eyebrows. "How it'd feel to get fucked by a god. How long you'd last if I bent myself over a table and spread my legs. How long I'd last if I convinced you to get on your own knees. How many times you could make me come, pressed against sheets or hard wooden walls-"
Technoblade chucked another golden apple at the man, hitting him square in the chest. Dream flinched, seeming to feel the unhealed pain of his injured ribs.
"Let me take ya to dinner first. Wouldn't do us any good if you ran out o' energy in the middle, now would it?"
Instantly, that same desperate look was back on Dream's face. He bit into the apple invitingly, leftover spit welling around the ruptured skin of the fruit. It crumbled into ashes, and Dream visibly grew less tense as the buff roared through his system.
"Didn't peg you as the type to wine and dine someone."
Lips quirking, Technoblade handed Dream the mask long forgotten on the path. "Peggin' ya sounds better, but I s'pose I can show ya some manners first."
Heat growing heavily in his gaze, Dream wiped spit and tears off his face with the back of his sleeve. "Never hurts to skip a few bases."
Technoblade grinned. "Oh, I'm thinkin' skippin' steps ain't the way to go if you're plannin' on sleepin' with me."
The faintest red re-blossomed on Dream's cheeks, having just faded from cumming. He took his mask and reclipped it in the back, pulling it up to hide the blush and green stare Technoblade was finding himself obsessed with.
"Goodbye for now, Technoblade."
Teeth flashing in a sarcastic smile, Technoblade nodded. "Dinner next time. I ain't kiddin' about that one either."
Chuckling, Dream turned and began to melt into the treeline. "I look forward to it."
He disappeared into the evening, and Technoblade found himself fond of the scent left in the clearing. Blood mixed with sweat and the distinct nip of something uniquely Dream, as well as his own scent that he could only barely detect, blinded by constant exposure. He couldn't place it, exactly- horses, hay, snow, and a heavier smell he knew was his individually.
"Lookin' forward to it as well," he spoke to the forest, and he thought he could hear a soft chuckle somewhere before it was whisked away by the wind.
Perhaps he should be more wary of his sworn enemy, but the way Dream had looked at him, truthful and willing, was a gaze he hadn't seen in a long time. It was a gaze Technoblade wanted to see more often, and in the end, it was the gaze that would spell his demise.
However, that also was a story for another day. For the moment, Technoblade stood in their sparring clearing, head full of a green-eyed man on his very knees for a god.