Pandemonium | Dream SMP

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I sit quietly, smiling to myself as I watch my partner and friend examine my ankle, fretting over the large bruise welling beneath the skin. Just moments ago we were locked in a heated battle, exchanging blows like the enemies we used to be. And then I tripped and fell, twisting my ankle beneath the jutted root of a tree. Unprofessional of me I know, but sometimes unexpected things happen. It was almost worth it to see the way Dream dropped his axe and rushed to check up on me.

"I can't believe you tripped over a tree," Dream mutters, running a thumb gently around the bruise, "that's so dumb."

"I didn't do it on purpose," I retort playfully, flinching slightly when his thumb slips over the bruise itself. "It's hard enough fending you off without fending off mother nature as well."

Dream tuts under his breath, unsatisfied with my response. I know he's frowning right now, probably thinking of how he can make me better.

He probably feels responsible since he was the one who wanted to spar in the first place. Other than George and Sapnap, I'm one of the few who can actually keep up with him in combat. To try and spar with anyone else would be pointless for him.

"I should be good to walk on it," I say, attempting to push myself up from the grass and establish verticality again.

A strong hand lands on my shoulder and pushes me back down.

"No, don't walk on it. It could get worse." Dream insists.

"It's a bruise. I'll be fine."

I make to stand up, but once again am met with resistance.

"Sit."

Realising it'll be pointless for me to argue further, I do as he says and stay put, watching with interest to see what he'll do next. He does realise the only way for me to get home is to walk, right?

Retrieving our weapons from the ground, Dream slides his axe into his belt and tosses the trident my way. I catch it easily, the weapon's inlaid enchantment guiding it naturally to my hand.

"So what-" the question lodges in my throat as Dream turns and squats in front of me, the curve of his back directed my way.

"Get on."

I stare. My mind has gone blank. Is this really happening?

I must take too long staring because Dream starts to shuffle, growing impatient.

"Are you getting on or wh- oof!"

I laugh as I almost bowl Dream over, draping my arms around his neck, my chest pressed to his back. He takes a moment to steady himself before hooking his arms securely beneath the crook of my knees and hoisting me up as we stand.

"I haven't had a piggy-back ride since I was eight," I grin, already enjoying myself from my new, tall perch. I feel like a child again. Carefree and excited.

"I can see why. You weigh a ton." Dream jokes, squeezing my legs as he begins to walk back the way we came, his boots crunching through the undergrowth.

"Careful what you say, I am in prime position to strangle you," I warn lightly, lifting my trident to press a prong against his throat.

"So we're talking threats now?"

One of his hands slides up my leg, his nails dragging against the black of my jeans. The sensation has me squirm as I try to pull away. It's both ticklish and provoking.

So it's a fight he wants, is it? Well challenge accepted.

"Now quit squirming so I can-" he hunches forward in surprise as I place my lips to the back of his neck, sucking gently on the skin.

"What was that?" I murmur, trailing my lips slowly up and around to his ear.

"I'll...I'll drop you..." he threatens breathily, his steps growing sluggish as he attempts to walk straight. It's an empty threat, of course. He wouldn't dare to drop me.

"Somehow I doubt that," I hum, blowing softly into his ear before nipping at the lobe. I feel the heat rush up the back of his neck and engulf his ears.

I slip a hand down the front of his jacket, placing my fingers over his erratically thumping heart. His breath hitches in his throat and he staggers to a stop. The grip he has on my legs tightens, causing me to let out my own stuttered breath.

"Last warning..." he mutters, his voice barely a whisper behind the mask.

I continue to plant butterfly kisses along his neck, ignoring his words of warning as my hand roams beneath his jacket, tugging at his black undershirt, wishing it wasn't there.

And then the world lurches, and I suddenly find myself sat in the dirt, my trident lost and my tailbone throbbing.

Did...did he just drop me?

I'm not left with much time to contemplate what just happened as a shadow suddenly falls over my body.

Dream looms over me, shoulders heaving with from his laboured breaths. From here I can see the generous spattering of love marks roped around his throat, red like a dog's collar. His green jacket sits half-zipped and twisted, sliding down an arm.

I laugh lightly at his dishevelled appearance. It's a stark contrast to his usually composed and confident stance.

My laugh is apparently the straw that breaks the camel's back, as within seconds the masked man is on me, his hands finding my wrists as he pins me back against the cool green of the grass. His mask is hitched hastily up and over his head, sliding off to clunk into the grass beside me.

Dream's eyes are just as green as I remember, like spring clovers in a cool breeze. Calm and calculative. Though today they're tinted with something more. Something sweet and dangerous.

"I warned you," he murmurs huskily right before his lips devour mine.

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Ayup lads, another excellent cha- wait, what's that? Why did I end right as things were getting good? Well, obviously it's because I'm a massive tease :D If you want more Dream x Ares you'll just have to read more.

P.S I would die for blob Dream -_-