Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Masque of the green death (Pt.3)

Years passed and Techno found himself at another party that made him question why he ever enjoyed the events, where minutes earlier he had seen a glance of a familiar figure in the crowd. After walking down the stairs and out the front door, he had had to loop almost the entire building until he could observe as Dream, still wearing his mask, finished robbing another wealthy man of his clothes and jewels. Bitter jealously stung his heart, but was quickly soothed when Dream decided to stop in place to lightly kick the man in the ribs. It was only then that Dream looked over and noticed him.

Smirking, Techno casually walked away. It was Dream's turn to chase him, though instead of a crowd of people they'd weave through, it was a hedge maze on the property. Techno stood in the center when he reached it, only slightly looking over when Dream, soon after, stood in the archway.

"I see you're having fun again so soon." Dream mentioned. He used his normal voice, the one that Techno had only heard once, the one that was cheerfully soothing.

"First of all, I'm at work." He replied, patting the sword hung on his hip. "And it's only been a handful of years."

"What are you doing out here then?" There was a laugh in his voice.

"Investigating the mysterious disappearance of our gracious host. I was highly motivated to make sure everything's alright." Techno walked towards Dream, pulling away his mask without resistance to reveal the messy constellation of freckles and glowing green eyes he'd been trying to remember since he last saw them. Dream was smiling, but had a humorous glint in his eye.

"Good job, I'm glad you did so well." At the response, Techno hummed in disappointment. "What, do you want a prize?"

"Well if you're offering." Techno interlaced their fingers, bringing them even closer, and wordlessly, their lips connected. Their kiss was slower and more gentle than any they had shared the night long ago, each wanting to hang on to every little part of the other as much as possible.

When Dream pulled away to breathe a sigh of bliss, Techno mumbled into his neck. "By the way the punishment for taking back my reward is being thrown off a balcony."

"Like you'd be able to." Dream chuckled. It was a beautiful laugh.

"They taught me a lot at the academy."

"Oh yeah?"

At the challenge, Techno pulled on the hand he was holding to disrupt Dream's balance, then forcefully pushed him to the ground in a practiced technique, kneeling over him with their faces within a hair of each other. "You were saying?" Techno quipped. Dream finished closing the distance, and they shared a long series of deep kisses in the grass, surrounded by flower buds and bathed in the light of the moon. The next morning they'd find themselves laying together in the grass, Techno's crown lazily resting on his head.