Before anyone thinks something else, I dont mean this in a sexual or romantic way. Ive always loved the writing trope when enemies dance together while fighting. Thats not romantic or sexual, its just the trope.
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There the two stood, staring at each other from across the abandoned ballroom floor. Techno and Dream. Each had their own small weapon gripped tightly in their hands.
Techno had a blade. Dream had a pistol.
And they just stared.
Dream was the one to break the silence between the two. He wore a sadistic-like smirk on his lips, and his eyes seemed to brighten with a taunt.
"Techno.. long time no see."
"You know what I want from you." The pinkette spoke, before Dream could say another sentance.
Techno's hand gripped the blade in his hand, and eyed Dream carefully. Dream took a step forward, and remained the eye contact between the two males. The blonde kept advancing closer, his smirk seeming to grow bigger with every step. He was starting to close the distance.
"And I can give it to you. Or rather, I can give him to you. But I want something quickly."
The pinkette gritted his teeth. He spoke lowly after taking a deep breath. He knew how Dream was. Dream liked to toy with his opponents. Technoblade couldnt let it get too far. Enough for Dream to hand him over, but not enough to get hurt or used. Dream stopped walking, when he was almost face to face, but still enough room to have to reach out to grab him.
Then, Dream slightly bowed. He held out his left hand, since his right has been weilding the gun. He glanced up and met the others red eyes, his own emerald ones seeming to challenge.
"A dance."
Techno gripped his blade in hand in confusion.
"A dance..?"
"Mhm. A dance. 1 dance is all I want really. Then I'll return him to you without any more harm." Dream looked all the way up to Techno's eyes, and smirked. He knew that Techno knew he was toying with him. But that was part of the fun for the blonde.
Toying with someone mentally and physically damaging them, while they all know it. But they cant do anything about it.
Thats what Dream loves.
Techno moved his knife to his left hand. He hesitated after that. He didnt want to, he knew Dream was toying with him, but Technoblade needed to make sure he was okay. Techno needed to get him back.
He took his opponent's hand.
Dream stood up straight, and smirked with his own manipulative pride. He led the other to the center of the ball room, their boots clicking slightly out of sync as they walked.
Dream had Techno wait there for a moment, while he walked to his original position against the wall. He took out a disc and played it in the old jukebox. Dream looked back at the pinkette, who visibly got irritated and panicked.
Dream was taunting the other.
The blonde walked back over to Techno, his eyes seeming to glow with smugness towards the red-eyed male. He held out his open hand, and put the gun against the pinkette's chest with the other.
Techno took Dreams hand. He allowed to have the gun at his chest, because his knife scaled around and gently pressed against the back of Dream's neck.
"Let's dance."
The music disc played eerily throughout the area, echoing off of the walls and surrounding the two completely. Almost incasing them in a dance of death.
Hell, they're pratically both dancing with death.
One foot after the other,the two made their way around the ball room. Dream hummed along to the music while keeping his eyes locked on his dance mate.
"You're quite a natural, arent you?" Dream spoke quietly, smirking as he taunted the other.
Techno wanted this over with to help him. Dream wanted to drag it out so Techno couldnt get to him.
The music seemed to suffocate Techno. Right foot, left foot, right, left, one after the other they continued their dance, Dream smirking more.
"How about a spin, hm?"
"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Techno muttered through his teeth in a response.
They moved their weapons simultaneously as they stretched out. Dream pulled the others arm harshly, forcing Techno to do the spin faster than it wouldve happened, and Techno didn't have time to get the knife ready again.
Dream held the other there for a moment. He moved the gun so it was at the side of Techno's head, and clocked it.
"Be careful know, Blade. Don't you enjoy the dance?" His voice was sly and eerie, and he was right next to Techno's ear.
"It's almost over anyway. Enjoy yourself a bit."
Techno huffed quietly at Dream's words. He was spun back outand they made eye contact once more. The music disc was almost done with. The dance was coming to a close.
The green-eyed male pulled the pinkette back in, and dipped him for one final move of the dance. They stayed there for a minute, and Dream was smiling.
He lifted Techno back up, and the music stopped. He pulled keys out of his pocket and handed them over to the pinkette.
"The blue one is for him. Down the hall to the left."
Techno immediately started running in the direction. The pinkette did hear Dream's taunting call though, that echoed through the place.
"Save me a dance for another day."
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