killing me slowly

Chapter 1

It had been weeks since that night at Dream's base.

Technoblade woke up that morning strangely content at finding Dream in bed with him.

And he was afraid.

For the first time in a while.

Techno managed to play it off as he slowly slipped on his clothes, giving Dream just enough lingering touches to make him believe there was something beyond another one night stand.

When Dream's door closed behind him and the morning light hit his eyes, Technoblade let out a breath of relief.

Now, the ache between Technoblade's legs had long faded, leaving a feeling of something else in his chest.

Maybe it was akin to missing someone, but Technoblade didn't want to waste the time and energy to sit down and figure it out.

Attachments developed weakness, and as far as Technoblade was concerned he was not adamant to make more.

What he and Dream had was confusing and beautiful and full of pain of more than one kind, but Technoblade knew that as much as he liked spending time in Dream's arms he could never let it develop.

Both of them were like lions on each other's throats, and every time they clashed Techno was amazed that they both walked away in one piece.

They were too much of the same to let anything resembling a possible relationship to develop, as much as they both wanted something to.

One wrong slip and one of them would end up bleeding into the grass, throat slit.

And he had a feeling that Dream knew that as well.

So Techno devolved back into his work.

He trained with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, and Wilbur.

Brushed off any questions of that one drunken night and the day after.

Developed his collection of weapons and armour, and started on building a cabin up in the north.

A place where he could live in seclusion away from the chaos of government...and Dream.

Technoblade sunk himself in so completely that he almost forgot of his promise he made to George all those weeks ago.

A favor.

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Another day of hopeless training for a bunch of practically useless kids. They were getting better, improving in the tiniest ways, but it was so agonizingly slow that often times Technoblade settled to watching on the sidelines and giving lazy pointers.

Tommy often questioned this lack of motivation with Wilbur, but Wilbur often dismissed the claims.

Wilbur knew that explaining to Tommy that Techno actually had no passion for their cause other than an obligation to Wilbur would only make the matter worse.

And so continued another day of the sun beating down relentlessly on the L'Manburg crew.

Tension had been brewing lately between L'Manburg and the outside.

Wilbur had declared himself de facto president, and many were finally bringing up their concerns.

As usual, Tommy had decided to stick his head somewhere he didn't belong and speak on Wilbur's behalf, so currently the threat of a possible scuffle or battle was on the horizon.

Sapnap had once again dangled the presence of the discs currently in Dream's position over Tommy's head, so, now sporting a fresh black eye, Tommy had decided to go to the only person he knew with the weaponry and the capacity to take down the dreaded Dream Team.