killing me slowly

Chapter 3

After that, Technoblade used all of his willpower to resist as Dream leaned in for a kiss.

His hands dropped from Dream's face and onto his face, pushing him away with a disappointing click of his tongue.

"Not that easy," Technoblade whispered.

He couldn't stop the spike of pleasure as he saw Dream pout and bite his lip.

"Go take care of your George. I'll be watching." Techno purred, his head tilting to the bedroom that George had left through a short while before.

"You'll- the whole time?" Dream blurted, unable to stop himself as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

Technoblade felt his mouth twitch. "Who else will make sure you'll do as you're told?"

"As I'm told?" Dream asked, disgust creeping into his voice.

Techno's hand clenched at his sides as the voices roared in upheaval at Dream's resistance. "Yes, as you're told."

Dream opened up his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but something in Technoblade's eyes stopped him. He turned, and walked over to the door, looking at Techno before slipping inside.

Technoblade let out the long breath he had been holding inside his chest.

He didn't know if he'd be able to watch while Dream....did whatever he was planning.

He didn't know if he would be able to resist tearing them both apart.

Animalistically.

What Dream didn't know about the voices would hurt him.

And what the voices wanted more than anything right then, was to spill blood.

He had withheld them the first night, and the second, but this time....he didn't know.

Dream looked like a god looking down on him from the walls of L'Manburg, his figure imposing and sending a clear message of dominance.

But with Technoblade, the visage crumbled under his careful hands.

Under him, Dream relinquished everything.

And Technoblade didn't know how much longer he could resist not seeing Dream crumble under his touch, completely, fully, absolutely.

Tonight, Technoblade would make a god bleed.

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When Technoblade entered the bedroom, he didn't expect for George to already be bare.

He was laying down on the bed in only his underwear and glasses, and the sight caused Technoblade to stop halfway through the room in shock.

Technoblade's movement halting in his tracks caused George to smirk, his glasses falling down his nose as he looked down at him.

Technoblade darted his eyes around the room, seeing Dream bent down over a drawer, rummaging through it. Techno walked over, putting a confident hand on Dream's waist, causing him to jump under his fingers. Techno clicked his teeth at the selection before him.

"Naughty...." Technoblade muttered softly, and Dream's hand stilled over a rope.

Technoblade reached forward and slowly shut the drawer, making sure Dream's fingers had moved away after the initial shock.

He leaned in close, his lips passing by Dream's ear, "I'll be the one choosing which ones we use tonight, hm?"

Dream forced himself to nod, and Technoblade watched as Dream's eyes scrapped along George's skin inch by inch before finally resting on his face.