killing me slowly

Chapter 2

Technoblade knew that Dream was like poison to him.

Dream demolished any clear or coherent thought till all that was left were his animalistic inhibitions.

Dream drained him....slowly leeching any semblance of humanity.

When he was around Dream, the voices got louder, always craving more and more and more.

The only thing remaining after Dream got ahold of him was to be as close as possible and to take as much as possible.

Last time, he had let himself falter.

The softer emotions crept inside his veins and infected him.

Making him believe that he needed Dream.

Dream's soft touches...the semblance of lingering caresses through his hair that he could barely register through the haze of sleep...all of it made Technoblade weak.

And he couldn't afford to be weak.

In their first interaction that night at the party, he was the one in control.

But he made the mistake of giving in to that carnal ambition.

He should have never done it.

But Technoblade had made the choice anyway.

Through the haze of alcohol and cigarette smoke, he let Dream tease him over the edge.

Now he suffered the consequences.....

Oh, and how beautifully he suffered.

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When Technoblade attempted to slip out of L'Manburg that night, Wilbur was there at the gate.

Technoblade briefly thought about brushing past him, but Wilbur's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I hope you're not going where I think you're going," Wilbur whispered.

"...and where is that?"

"To Dream," Wilbur responded, pushing himself off the wall to stand in front of the button that triggered the gate.

Techno secretly cursed himself for leaving so much out in the open for the world to see.

He hated that the world knew just how much of a hold Dream had on him.

The weight of Dream filling his every waking thought was one of the reasons why he attempted to push him away.

To ignore the hold that Dream had over the voices in his mind.

"...and what if I am?" Technoblade murmured, his hand slipping down to grip his sword to claim a sense of calmness.

Wilbur sighed that Techno admitting this was a pain to him, "If you are...I know I can't stop you."

"Like you could regardless." Techno gruffed out.

"But," Wilbur continued, ignoring that little point, "I can advise you against it."

"Nothing you can tell me that I don't already know." Technoblade admitted.

"Yeah?" Wilbur shot back, and Technoblade barely saw Wilbur's eyebrow hitch at the question through the moonlight. "Well, glad you're aware at how potentially harmful your little escapades can be."

"Don't worry Wil, this is the last time." Technoblade whispered, almost like he was saying it to himself also to force the promise into existence.

"I thought that was the goal last time." Wilbur retorted.