Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Conquering the world

Coliseum fights had been banned in the kingdom for years, but fights still happened in underground rings. Techno had been a top contender since they were legal, and nothing would make him give up the life he knew and loved, so he spent his time traveling the land, conquering every local fighting ring he could find. Dream also traveled for the same reason. Though he had been picked up from the streets only recently, he took to fighting like he had trained since birth, systematically crushing anyone in his way. The two somehow managed to miss each other for over two years, but they finally met in a town called Noxim.

It was soon made apparent that Dream and Techno were miles above the other fighters, so they were inevitably whittled down to the final two. Crowds cheered, daring to ruin the secrecy of the match, weapons clashed, sending the deadly ringing of bells throughout the stadium, sweat was flung off and muscles used the limit of their strength until there was a winner. Staring down at his opponent, Techno was barely able to stand as Dream was held at sword point. Neither registered the wild cheering of the crowd as they headed to the small empty locker room the organizers had allowed them to use.

They stared at each other with racing hearts and heavy breathing, bloodlust and adrenaline still coursing through them. Dream couldn't shake the immense instinctual power and brute force of his competitor, and Techno couldn't shake the calculated mindset and unforgiving flurried intensity of his own. The silence was tangible and energized.

Without warning, both lunged towards the other, in sync as they crashed lip to lip, closing their eyes to engage in battle fueled by desperation and passion. Hands gripped clumps of hair, tongues went cave diving, and backs were pressed uncomfortably into the wall.

They paused the battle to look at each other, hunger barely satisfied, but more certain than ever. "Let's do it, let's conquer the world." One of them said. It didn't matter which, both were thinking it. As a response, the battle was resumed with newfound determination, their actions given purpose and their love given form.

The next time they backed away, Techno grabbed the axe by the wall, and Dream grabbed the sword. Stragglers outside the locker room would hear the clanging and swoosh of metal for hours as the two pushed their limits and learned bit by bit, internalizing each other's movements.

The gash on Techno's shoulder that proved Dream's victory was quickly sucked up and covered by a fresh bruise, Dream obsessively licking his lips as if to savor the sweet metallic taste of Techno's blood. Bruises were exchanged and the sun started to rise, a more mundane hunger replacing the old one.

All along the journey they grasped each other's hands like they were dangling from a cliff and gazed with crazed smiles into each other's eyes, relying on their instincts and intimidating presence to keep from running into anything. Other than longingly calling the other's name, the first proper words they spoke to each other were over breakfast, flirtations and plans veiled in subtext to keep their privacy. They made an unbreakable promise that day, that they would drag the world under submission or die trying.

Starting a puppet collection seemed to be a fun hobby, so they journeyed together to smaller, remote towns to do so. They would wait until everyone fell asleep then break into the bedroom of whoever was in charge. With their weapons drawn it was easy. The next morning they would send a letter with instructions for the new tax and usually someone's severed body part just so the mayor wouldn't dismiss their arrival as a dream.

Then, they would celebrate in a hotel room.

Town by town they conquered until their reach extended in a full circle around the larger ones. Every so often one of the towns would get bold and stop the payments. Those problems would be dealt with quickly.