Love is like a delicate duel (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 9

Techno's POV
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Techno walked into detention in a pristine manner, but not too cocky. he still refused to slouch, though.

He had to admit that it didn't feel great to walk into the room. He had gotten detention before with Dream, but this time felt different. It was a new school year and their rivalry was being challenged, by an annoying blond boy, but still being challenged non the less.

He walked over to an empty seat in the far right row of the classroom by the windows and took a seat, dropping his bag next to the old cramped desk. He leaned forward and put his chin in his hand out of boredom. The teacher still wasn't in the class, but he didn't think that getting a lecture or being stared at for an hour and thirty minutes would make much of a difference on his mood.

Finally the blond that helped get him here in the first place arrived. He walked over to Techno, plopping down in one of the nearby seats and tossed his bag to the floor. "Oh look who finally decided to show up," Techno grumbled.

"Awww. Are you in a bad mood piggy?" Dream replied rolling his eyes at the pinkette, "you don't need to act like I got you here. You're the one who decided to stay over and wouldn't let us drive to school together," Dream said in a hushed tone as to not attract any attention to the two.

"You literally agreed with me and showed no protest or sign that you thought we should drive," Techno deadpanned, turning his head to lazily glare at the blond.

"That might be true, but still you're the one who said it," Dream replied back cockily, "ugh. Whatever," Techno said going back to facing forward and being bored out of his mind. Gods, please someone save him from this agony (what? Techno's a petty bitch and he knows it).

He started lightly kicking his legs back and forth and shifting in his seat. It had been merely minutes and was already back to feeling qweezy with boredom.

"You really do have the attention span of the fly," Dream laughed. All he got was a simple huff from Techno.

The teacher still wasn't there and even though it had been less than 10 minutes Techno couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his bag and stood, "where are you going? You're really that bored?" Dream said quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, Dream. I really fucking am."

As he turned and started walking out of the room he heard the sound of a book bag getting grabbed and slung over a shoulder and soon some not so distant footsteps of a particular blond.

Now, nearing the end of the hallway, Techno, without turning around or missing a beat asks, "are you following me, Mr. Wastaken?"

Well, apparently Dream doesn't miss beats either 'cause he responds shortly after with, "wanna go get wasted?

"You never cease to show me your stupidity and bold behavior in new ways, Mr. Wastaken. Sure, let's go"

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Driving in Dream's pick-up truck, they pulled up to a wide open field framed lightly with trees that were loosing their green color due to the autumn weather.

"We're here. Why don't I help you step out of the carriage, M'lady," Dream said in a teasing tone, trying to prove a point on how bratty Techno's been lately.

"Oh, shut it. We still hate each other," Techno said. "Hmmm. Do we, Mr. Blade? Do we?" The only response given was a light huff from the pinkette, though it could hardly be called a response.

Techno watched, and followed, as Dream walked over to a small clean spot with no ant hills and sat down. Techno took a seat beside the blond and heard the sound of a wine bottle opening. The cork struggling and not wanting to release itself from the bottle, but eventually coming off with a satisfying pop.

"Do you have any glasses?" Techno asked, "nope. We're drinking straight from the bottle today," Techno should have known this. Dream has always been slightly barbaric in his eyes.

The blond takes a swig from the bottle, and with a soft grimace from the burning effect hands it over to Techno. He inhales, taking in the strawberry sent of the alcohol, brings the bottle up to his lips, tilting his head back as to not backwash, he takes a drink. Dream reaches over to grab the bottle back, slowing bringing his hand over, letting their fingers graze. As the touch lingers he takes another swig.

After awhile the alcohol in their system made them feel fuzzy and mushy. They were definitely drunk.

Techno shifted closer to Dream and felt the tips of hovering fingers over his thigh. The blond started lightly pinching and poking Techno.

"If you could be anything, what would you be?" Dream asked in a dazed tone, trying to bring himself back to the world to hear Techno's response.

"Um. I don't know. Probably like something technological? I guess I haven't looked too much into a career, but I think coding and games are pretty cool," the pinkette responded with a sigh, leaning into the touch from Dream. All four fingers now resting on the side of his thigh, slowing and gently moving back and forth.

"Oh. We were talking about careers? I was going to say a dog," Techno just laughed at this, "fair enough. As a dog you can get a lot of attention. Getting pet and belly rubs, having soft fur, chilling on a couch, all that sounds nice. Dogs really have it good," Techno pointed out.

"Do you like attention, Techno?" Dream asked, "you're always getting into weird positions with me and like I'm always on top of you and shit," Dream was really out of it to be voicing all this. At this point he was just thinking out loud.

"Hey, you're getting into weird positions with me. But uh, yeah, I like attention and affection," Techno says, less prideful about the last part.

Dream moves his hand further into Techno's thigh, large hand completely covering the lower half of his thigh. The blond moves his hand up to the upper half of his thigh, his ring and pinky finger dipping into Techno's inner thigh. Once again Techno shifts around and leans into the touch.

"When do you want affection?" Dream asked.

"Right now, I want affection now," Techno said hurriedly like if he didn't answer fast enough the touch would disappear.

The blond rubbed his thigh reassuringly, putting more of his hand on his inner thigh. Techno's breath hitched from the sensation.

He turned his body towards Dream and it didn't take long for him to climb on top of the other's lap.

The blond stared up at the boy on top of him and grabbed the other's hips. Techno was sat there taking short warm breaths and shifting ever so often.

Dream leaned in closer to the point where he could feel Techno's breath blowing on his lips and nose. He could smell the cozy strawberry sent and even though he had tasted the bitter alcohol he was sure it would taste sweet on the other's lips.

Techno scooted his hips further onto Dream to be closer to him. Their lips were now just barely grazing each other and in the background they heard the wind, the birds chirping, a teenage boy scream, and the crunchy leaves on the ground. Wait- a scream? Eh. It's probably fine. Techno embedded his fingers in Dream's soft locks and was just about to embrace him into a passionate drunken kiss when Techno saw a kid with fluffy brown hair and glasses with his jaw about to fall right off.

Oh fuck. They both scrambled away from each other and stood up straight as if they were going to be judged by a military leader.

"Heyyyy, Wilbur," Techno said, trying to keep his composure and steady himself from the alcohol.

Wilbur stayed standing there in shock on the gravel road near his neighborhood. After about 5 more seconds he just walked away, making the commute to his home.

"So um," Dream started.

"No."
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A/N: I know I said new chapter soon and it's been like a week, but uh idk what happened. Break is over now and idk if that means more or less chapters. Guess will see. The story is taking a bit of a twist lemme know what you think. Byyee, please vote and comment :))