Pandemonium | Dream SMP

54. Classy.

As soon as I close the door I frown to myself and sigh, rubbing at my forehead.

Wait, no, what am I doing? That was entirely the wrong reaction. I may have been too tired to care about Dream appearing in my bedroom last night, but today is an entirely different situation. He's Schlatt's number one enemy. I can't just let him enter the White House as he pleases, let alone the country! What if someone sees him? There'll be panic!

I push the door open again and Dream perks up. He hasn't budged from my bed.

"You got a free pass last night, Dream. But today is different. So tell me what you want and then leave." I state icily, hoping he'll understand that this is me being serious.

"What? Not in the mood for a chit-chat?" He muses, resting his chin in a palm.

Narrowing my eyes, I hold out a hand and my trident zips across the room, landing square in my palm. I spin the weapon as I walk up to the seated man and point the three prongs at his throat.

He doesn't so much as flinch.

"I will hurt you," I warn.

"No, you won't. I've got you figured out."

"Oh? Please do tell. Because my patience is wearing thin."

"I don't need to, because if you were going to hurt me, you would have done it by now." I can hear the victorious smirk in his voice and know he really has got me figured out. "You never strike first, Ares. That's how it's always been. So unless I initiate the fight, you won't lay a finger on me."

Dream pulls the trident forward and tilts his head back, pressing its longest point to his throat.

"And if I'm wrong, then you can strike me down right here and now. Save the whole country the trouble and end the war before it begins. How does that sound?"

I stare steadily down at the masked man, debating if he's crazy or not. How can he be so sure of himself that he'd put his own life on the line. Does he really think he knows me that well?

With a tut I withdraw my weapon and Dream gives a short laugh.

"See? Told you. I know you better than you thi-"

In one swift motion I flip my trident around and jab the non-lethal end into Dream's gut, pushing his back against the bed as I pin him down like an insect to a wall.

"That may be so, but that doesn't mean I'm completely harmless." I smile down at him, resting against my trident as the man gives a breathy laugh, clutching at the weapon digging into his stomach.

"My mistake." He says, his voice strained but still amused.

"You're the first person to notice though, so I suppose I should give you that. But don't think it gives you an advantage over me. Because it doesn't."

"You're enjoying yourself far too much."

I shrug. "I need to make up for my complacency from last night. You caught me at my worst, so I want to amend that."

"Are you sure you don't just like seeing me pinned to your bed?"

I can hear the eyebrow waggle in his voice and blanch.

Where on earth does he get the confidence to say this sort of stuff?! We're enemies, aren't we?! This isn't even banter anymore, it's flirting! He's not supposed to be flirting with me! And I'm certainly not supposed to find it amusing.

A knock at my door breaks my concentration and Dream takes this as his chance to break free.

He twists my trident harshly, jerking it out of my grip, and with a well-placed kick knocks me in the back of my knee.