Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

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{Warning, this is very weird. It's platonic and not technically vore, which should tell you something.}

For some reason, Techno had always found it very therapeutic to chew stuff. Maybe it was his animalistic impulses, maybe it grew from when he was starving as a child, but he'd always liked to gnaw on stuff. Phil had many stories about all the times he'd had to pull stuff out of his mouth when he was younger, but by now he was an adult and could better control the impulses. All he had to do was overcook his meat and wash his lump of soft gold and he wouldn't get a panic attack every other day.

"Hey, let's spar!" Dream exclaimed one morning after waking Techno up with incessant knocking on his cabin door.

"No." Although he tried to close the door, Dream held it ajar.

"Please? I set up this super cool arena and I really want to test my skills with an even match."

"It's way too early for this."

"Come on! You can wake up on the way there, it's quite a ways away." He pleaded.

Techno glared at him through drooping eyes before finally sighing. "Fine, just give me a sec."

While he got ready, Dream excitedly emoted on the front porch, basically jumping when Techno came out with his full royal garb and armor, his weapons at his side. And so they started on their journey. Most of it was through the nether, as expected for such a long trek, which they waltzed through while catching up and joking around like they always did. It wasn't until they emerged on the other side of a portal that Techno realized how much time had passed.

"So, what do you think?" Dream asked enthusiastically.

"It's well past noon." Deadpanned Techno.

"Yeah, but what do you think of the arena?"

"I think it's too far away, you said we were going to fight, not go on vacation."

"Oh boo hoo, we both know you could survive in the woods if need be. I'll show you where to put your stuff." Techno wanted to protest, but couldn't find the right words so he merely followed along.

After setting the rules and finishing their stretches, Dream turned on the fancy redstone countdown timer. 3. 2. 1. And they were off. Their duel started off as they usually did, slowly waiting for the first opportunity, then clashing in a frenzy of quick thinking and instinct. But before long, they both started to use the unique terrain to their advantage, hiding spots, tricky parkour, the innate confusion of the layout, everything. It nothing like when they'd fought before, chaotic, strategy focused, tense, it felt like war.

The first round lasted until sunset had filled the sky with crimson, with Dream as the victor. Immediately, Techno demanded a rematch, citing the fact that Dream had literally built the place, so knew the layout far better than he did. First though, they needed a meal, and Techno was eager to get his teeth into the firmest piece of meat there was. His hopes were dashed when Dream presented to him a room full floor to ceiling with crates of high quality golden apples, nary a furnace in sight.

"That's all?" He cringed.

"What! What do you mean, 'that's all,' I have near infinite amounts of the best source of sustenance in the world." Whined Dream, clearly proud of his exorbitance.

"Whatever." Techno spat. Ugh, he was getting irritated.

"After losing this much I thought you would've gotten a better attitude about it." Dream quipped, giving him the side eye.

"Please, as if I could ever hope to compare to your level of petty arrogance."

"How dare you!"

Their meal was fine, though Techno was keenly aware of the dissatisfying crunch of each bite despite the gold coating. Of course, Dream didn't care and soon they were starting round two of their duel. The arena looked completely different at night. There were light sources, yes, but they were dim and placed strategically, perfect for misdirections and traps. It was the kind of environment that suited Techno perfectly, made him rely on his heightened senses of smell and hearing, allowed him to hide better despite his flashy outfit, and forced him to utilize his sharpened instincts rather than precision. Unsurprisingly, Techno won round two.