killing me slowly

Chapter 4

"I want you." Dream whispered, his hand reaching up to rest confidently on Technoblade's leg as he leaned forward for the second time.

"I know." Technoblade replied, talking more into the expanse of darkness between them than to Dream directly.

The soft way that Dream had treated George earlier was still bouncing around in his mind, the mental imagery of what their relationship would never, or could never, be.

In the end for George that feeling of frustration worked out well for him, but for Technoblade he was just left with a deeper feeling of emptiness as he reaped the pleasure from the tiny man, his mewls bouncing off the walls of Dream's not-so-cozy bedroom.

It fulfilled its purpose, to give the three of them what they needed to accomplish the task they had set out to achieve, but it most definitely didn't provide anything else.

The floor and walls were cold, almost as if the underground base reflected Dream's ideals.

Just like Technoblade, he never did anything without a cold and calculated purpose.

His room accomplished the bare bone purpose of sleep and occasional sex, but nothing more than that.

Technoblade twisted and settled back onto the bed and pillows, careful not to disturb George's blissful slumber as his chest rose and fell like a gentle breeze.

He let Dream shift in turn, crawling over him, his hair falling over his shining eyes that somehow glinted despite the dark as he bent down again.

He also let Dream press his lips against his collarbone, and again on his neck as Techno shifted his gaze to the ceiling to allow him access to his throat.

It was always strange, the relationship they had that they both refused to put a label on.

It was also strange that whatever they had was coming to a close.

With every kiss that grazed Technoblade's skin he couldn't stop the voices from whispering in his mind:

"Would this be the last?"

As much as he attempted to push the voices away, like he always did, he accepted that they spoke the truth of his heart, like they always did.

Dream's cock pressed against his chest, erect and wanting.

Technoblade supposed he should do something about that.

He tilted his head down, his lips ghosting over Dream's hair as he affectionately kissed Technoblade's sternum.

"What do you want from me, Dream?" Techno whispered, his fingers reaching to touch Dream's hips, slowly dragging his hand upwards, his fingertips dancing over hot skin.

His voice instantly made Dream's skin erupt in goosebumps, his kiss stuttering.

Dream exhaled sharply before responding, just as Technoblade was about to repeat his question. "I want....you to treat me..."

He trailed off, unable to force himself to finish the sentence, his hand shaking as embarrassment blossomed over his face.

"Hm?" Techno grunted.

"Like...that first night." Dream finished, and Technoblade couldn't help but feel as Dream's dick leaped against his chest.

He also couldn't ignore how his did the same.

"But better." Technoblade breathed, almost like a promise.

"But better." Dream repeated, confirmation in the words.