Love is like a delicate duel (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 7

A/N: you can skip this chapter if you want, it's kinda sussy. Nothing here really relates to the plot and is just a continuation of finally going to bed. See you in the next chapter if you skip this one :)
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Dream's POV
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"Um anyway, just put the shirt on already"

"alright alright", Techno replied, seemingly satisfied with the slight amount of torture he was able to give his rival.

When he finally had his jeans fully slipped off he grabbed Dream's shirt and slipped it over his head. Techno crawled back onto the bed after bending down to grab his jeans and t-shirt to put them out of the way. Dream, once again would be lying if he said he wasn't staring at Techno as he bent down, but that's besides the point.

Techno crawled back into the bed, propped himself up by putting his hands behind his back, and waited for the blonde to shut the light off. Dream got the hint, took off his jeans, slipped on some sweats and shut the light off.

He got into bed beside the pinkette and stared at how the shirt he gave the other was slightly too big. As a result it was slipped off one shoulder and revealed more of his milky strawberry skin. "Wait that's a hella weird way to describe your rival's skin tone. Eh I'm sure it's finneee," Dream thought to himself.

In Dream's room there were two small table top lamps on the night stands on either side of his bed. Dream turned the lamp on his side off with one simple flick of the switch under the lamp shade. Techno looked at the blond dumbly while he waited for the pinkette to turn off the other lamp.

Sometimes Dream wondered why this idiot was a straight A student.

With a sigh, realizing Techno was going to be a lazy bitch about doing his equal part in turning the lights off, he scooted closer to Techno, hooked a leg over the other's hip, leaned over and turned of the lamp.

Dream glared at Techno, his knees still on either side of the boy and said, "is it really that hard to turn of a lamp."

Techno huffed, aggressively grabbed the other man's hips, which Dream had to try his hardest not to yelp at the action, and leaned in to whisper, "well I just thought since you're the host and all I wouldn't take that gesture away from you. You seemed to kinda like it too, Dream. Was it really necessary to delicately place your leg next to my hip when you coulda just leaned over and shut it off? Do you like treatin' me like glass, Dream?" Dream shuddered at that and Techno simply let out a laugh.

At that Techno threw his head down on the pillow and grabbed Dream's hands, guiding them to hold his wrists and place them above either side of Techno's head. "Since you see me as a such a bottom, what now, Dream?"

Fuck. What the fucking fuck.

Dream knew he was supposed to get Techno to go on a date with him, but why the fuck is Techno being so weird lately? None of this adds up. Sure, they've always to an extent messed around with each other and made dumb jokes, but this is different. Way different.

He doesn't ponder on it too much. One, because Techno is waiting for a response and it would sure as shit be awkward if he just sat there to think about it. And two, because he's also been a bit weird. He knows that technically getting Techno to go on one date with him doesn't require him to make dirty jokes or do questionable actions, but that's besides the point. Right now he has to figure out what the fuck he's going to say in reply to that strange question.

He knows he's not going to fuck his rival, but, but, what is he supposed to do then? He could be nonchalant about it and just say, "go to bed you horny mother fuck", but that's kinda lame, right?

Maybe that'll lead Techno to wanting more. Something about "the chase" as Sapnap would tell him. That's probably one step closer to a date.

What does Techno want? Surely he can't be serious about anything sexual. It's all for the bit. But Dream can't deny the very real tension that goes on between the two. Are they even still rivals? Are they like rivals for the bit, now? Not friends, but people who like to annoy each other. Like someone you might try to one up once and awhile, but you're not like enemies. Is that what they are now?

I guess the rival thing has never been too serious. I mean sure, people around the school make their bets about who's better, but it's kinda always been a bit. Their friends get annoyed, sure, but it's just because it's been going on for some time and it's never something actually bad.

So now Dream is sat here, knees placed on both sides of Techno (he needs to stop ending up in these kind of positions), hands wrapped around Techno's wrists as Techno stares up at him.

Techno, deciding Dream is taking too long, unravels one of his hands from Dream's grasp (which isn't very tight, because Techno's the one who put Dream's hand there in the first place) and brings the other's hand down to his mouth.

Great. Because this is soooo much better.

Techno sticks the tip of his tongue out and licks Dream's index finger. Techno's eyes are a deep menacing hooded red. Dream let's out a shaky breath as Techno wraps his tongue around his finger. The whole time Techno is staring up at Dream.

Techno laces his mouth around Dream's finger and thumb like a drawstring back and then slowly pops the fingers out of his mouth and pushes Dream down on the other side of his bed.

"Goodnight."

What the fuck, Technoblade.
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A/N: I'm gonna put another chapter out either later tonight (it's late afternoon for me) or sometime tomorrow. Merry Christmas, you horny fucks, I love you.