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His skull hadn't grown back yet. Not fully.
Technoblade reached for his forehead, feeling the weird spongey texture of muscle and brain underneath the skin. He bragged about it in front of Quackity and co., but the truth was he did die, only to be resurrected by the Totem of Undying immediately. He ran as soon as he regained consciousness, stumbling across the patches of grass, barely missing the tunnel's opening if not for Dream's notoriously neon green poncho.
The man clad in green pushed him in and sealed the entrance without a word. Leaning on the cold stone wall for support, Techno took a moment to breathe.
Blood and brain matter, and perhaps bits of bone shards, and what was left of his eyeball coated his face and the front of his shirt, sticking the already soiled fabric to his chest. Absently, Techno clawed at his collar, making the already loose shirt sliding down further, rubbing away the blood that already started to crust on his skin. It was a good thing that he only just got up so he was wearing a plain old shirt, instead of the new blue shirt Phil gave him.
Oh, Phil.
Even with his mind stuffed full of cotton, Techno remembered the anger boiled in his chest loud and clear. They imprisoned Phil. At his own home, sure, but imprisonment nonetheless. Phil shouldn't be caged. Phil belongs to the sky and the sea, and Techno will use up all his lives first before anyone can lay a finger on Phil.
He forced himself to get up, wobbling his way towards Carl. His trusted steed sneezed, took a suspicious sniff, and started licking his face.
"Good boy." Techno chuckled, hearing his words slurring together into an unrecognizable blob of noise. "Let's get you out of here."
He took one step towards the chest with his name on it and almost threw up.
Carl nuzzled against him. Throwing one arm around his horse for support, Techno barely managed to not plant his face on the floor. He kneeled in front of the chest instead, fumbling for anything useful.
A chest plate, iron, from the weight of it. Some more armor pieces, a pickaxe. Techno ran his fingers through the chest one more time, hoping to find a lead for Carl. His left eye hadn't recovered, blood-matted hair poking at the empty eye socket, hindering the search effort. His fingers hit a round object instead. A golden apple. Useful, but not what he looked for. Techno took a bite nonetheless, feeling the healing energy rushing through his body.
The cobblestones blocking the entrance had been broken.
Quackity (not blonde, no furry red tail, and not black&white) stepped into the dim tunnel with his shimmering neitherite armor like he owned the place. Considering last time he heard, the man was the vice president, he kind of did.
Techno signed, propping himself with the pickaxe.
Here they go again.
As Quackity's body started to dissolve into the air, Techno fell down to the floor. He was proud of his performance, considering the odds, but he was so, so exhausted. The unexpected fight used up all his leftover energy, leaving him panting for air. Among the items dropped from Quackity's body, he saw a familiar compass, shining under the torches. Techno blinked, then squinted his eyes.
Techno's compass, engraved a small cursive font on the side of it.
He grabbed the compass immediately, securing it in a hidden pocket of his sash. Phil won't need it anymore, because he will get Phil out, and he will take him to his house directly, safely. They will start from there. With that thought, Techno started to get himself up. Unfortunately, his screaming muscle and swimming brain stopped him short, making him planted his face to the dirt again.
Techno groaned, feeling the wound on his face stung from the contact.
A hand grabbed his arm and started dragging him upwards. The sudden movement filled his vision with stars. Panicked for a moment, Techno swung his pickaxe backward but felt it got stopped easily.
"That's how you repay me?" The familiar voice said with a chuckle.
"Dream," Techno muttered, allowing the man to support him up. "I..."
“Save your strength. I'm just joking." Dream throws Techno's arm over his shoulder and easily took Carl's leash from his hand. "The totem wasn't enough, huh? I don't think you can leave L'Manburg like that."
He only grunted, allowing the man to guide him through the catacomb of a sewer system, feeling like he was walking on clouds the whole time.
"Where..." He started, but only a horrible dry heave followed.
Seemingly to know what he meant, Dream adjusted their position a little before answering.
"Punz's place. I have no idea where you live these days, nor do I think you can travel far like this. It'd be a waste if I went through all the effort just for you to get caught again. They may kill you for good."
Without an alternative option or the energy to think of one, Techno obliged.
There was a heavy wooden door Dream pushed open, a stone-paved pathway they stumbled through, and Techno found himself fallen on a soft bed. The sheets were a little scratchy on his tender skin, but Techno embraced the wonderful fluffiness with all his exhaustion.
But it didn't mean he would let down his defense.
Instantly, he snapped back and kicked at the hand around his ankle. Dream dodged back raised both his hands and kept an almost innocent expression on his face. How he managed to convey that with a mask covering most of his face, Techno had no idea.
The man in green slowly picked up the boot that dropped from his hand earlier and pointed to Techno's feet for demonstration.
"Just trying not to get mud on the sheets."
Techno snorted, fell back to the mattress, but still kept his ears peeled.
"Didn't take you care for clean one." Did his words make sense? Probably not.
Dream shrugged and approached again to remove the other boot. Oddly enough, that made Techno felt more naked and vulnerable than his lack of armor, or warm clothes. He shifted a little, grimaced when the crusted blood rubbed off on the pristine sheets. So much for keeping it clean.
Techno giggled at it, feeling bubbles bursting in his chest that made him ridiculously light-hearted and warm. Then he turned around, and suddenly, Dream was very close.
Red eyes looked into green eyes, and Techno got a tingling feeling of being the prey for once.
Ironic, seeing he just escaped from the Butcher Army.
Then there was Dream's hand, a calloused warrior's hand not unlike his, wiping across his chapped lips in a suggestive manner.
"You owe me a big favor, Techno." He whispered.
Techno could smell mint in his breathing, and that observation alone was almost enough to make him giggle again. What a gentleman.
"I'll...repay."
He waved vaguely in front of Dream's face. To be honest, Techno wasn't sure what he was trying to convey, either.
"I trust you will, when I called." Dream chuckled, sounded pleased with himself. "But it's going to be a long time before I will cash in that favor, so," He pecked Techno's lips lightly. "I want a down payment."
Oh.
It finally dawned on Techno what Dream wanted.
He rolled over, so he was lying on his back and right under Dream's arms. It took him a while to form the proper sentence to mumble into Dream's ear, as the latter nibbling at his chin.
"So how do you want to take me?"
Dream zipped down on his own, which was probably a smart move since Techno didn't think he had the teeth-eye coordination at the moment to not make a scene.
He was still laying on the bed, bleary eyes observing Dream pulled his cock out. The tip nudged his lips, so he opened his mouth and let Dream slid the head in. He licked it lazily, tasting saltiness on his tongue. The man looming over him chuckled, pulling out and lifting him up a little instead.
"Come on, Blade. You can do better than this."
Techno hummed. He guessed he could do better than this. He allowed himself to be lifted and shifted to a kneeling position, and take Dream's cock in his mouth again, planting kisses along the shaft like Phil would do to him. The taste wasn't the best, but Techno could make do.
His tusks must have accidentally got in the way several times as Dream gasped and grabbed a hold of his hair, pushing him down to avoid the pointy teeth smashing into his crotch.
"Dnnhgh." Techni grumbled, swatted the annoying hand away.
The vibration from his words seemed to please Dream, as his hip rocked forward and sent the cock thrusting further down Techno's throat. Chocking a little from the sudden intrusion, Techno slapped the man's thigh in annoyance.
The hand in his hair snaked its way down his temple, cheek, and finally wrapped around his throat, slowly massaging the curve there. Techno frowned at the threat of being choked from both inside and outside. He still dutifully bobbed his head several times, before glaring up.
He met Dream's eyes. Impossibly green eyes. They almost looked like they were glowing.
The man had moved the white mask away from his face. Under the wavering candlelight, Techno could count the freckles littered across the bridge of his nose. He always sees better in the dark.
"Like what you are seeing?"
He could hear the smirk in that voice. Techno blushed, feeling the tip of his ears burning red. Out of pure spite, he refused to break eye contact while licking and sucking the man's cock. Dream was still smiling, not looking away as well, but closed his eyes and let the other hand massaging Techno's scalp instead of pulling his hair.
Between breathing through his nose and relaxing his throat, a wild idea popped into his head.
Techno could probably take him down like that, having his most vulnerable part in the mouth of a beast. Holding onto Dream's thighs to steady himself, he could feel the blood flowing in the arteries underneath. Pierce those with sharp nails or the canines, even someone as sickly as he was could do some serious damage.
The calling of battle and blood rushed through his muddled brain. His feet shifted so he would be ready to sprint. The muscle in his jaw was getting sore from the constant strain, but he still tried to clench them in experimentally.
The hand slowly caressing his throat tightened.
Right. Probably not a good idea when he was still in the enemy territory and have nothing other than his pajamas to defend himself. Dream didn't even take off his pants yet.
And the green eyes were on him again.
Despite him trying to relax, the pressure on his throat only increased. Techno gagged and coughed, which only made him more miserable as the hardness in his throat managed to intrude further. The nice scalp massage he was getting changed into a painful pulling forcing the cock deeper with each thrust. It was shameful to admit, but Techno flailed.
His knees and legs were shaky. The hold on Dream's legs was his only anchor in the world and he held onto it hard. Tears and stars danced in his eyes as less and less oxygen was supplied from his airway. His throat was on fire from the rough friction, and it took all his dignity to choke back a sob.
And the worst of it all, Techno was hard.
It must've been obvious. His custom-tailored pajama pants, as comfortable as they are, did nothing to mask his burning erection.
Phil had teased him about it, but Techno never found it embarrassing when he let the older man choke him while riding his dick. Those magical hands were experienced with gardening and cooking but also excellent with a sword could always find a perfect balance on his Adam's apple, not too light and not too heavy, edging him until they cum together.
He shifted his legs a little, rubbing his dick against his thighs in hope of getting a little friction, but it was hard without making his intention clear.
Dream saw through his disguise, and a padded knee moved to rub against his crotch.
Techno let out a keen and squeezed his eyes shut. The motion was rough and uncaring, but Techno welcomed the pain. Sex with Phil could be all loving and caring, but neither of them minds some teeth and blood from time to time.
Maybe it's easier to imagine like that.
Phil was shorter, but also with blonde hair. The calming forest green Phil liked to wear was drastically different from Dream's bright green. Keeping his eyes closed, Techno pictured the older man flushed red and whispering in his ears. The hand pulling his hair moved to caress the tip of his ears, which helped him telling himself it was Phil's body he was holding onto.
He moaned and buckled his hip. Pre-cum leaked through the fabric of his pants as he desperately rutted against the knee, looking for release.
Light dots twinkled in the blackness in front of him as less and less oxygen was breathed in. Techno was light-headed and dizzy, the sucking motion sloppy with the soreness in his throat started to turn into pain from the constant stretch. He was so dazed that when the pulsing cock pulled out from his mouth he only looked up in confusion, wet lips still parted and tongue hanging out.
Strings of cum spilled over his face, sticking to his eyelashes and hair, blurring his vision.
Techno grunted in confusion. He gasped for air when another hand reached inside his pants. His throbbing cock was pumped quick and harsh to the point of almost painful. The sudden stimulation made him want to double over but the hand on his throat was still holding him up. Blindly moving his grasp to the hand teasing and rubbing his cock, Techno let himself moaned and rocked his hip along the erratic rhythm.
He panted hard, small oohs and ahs escaping from his lips involuntarily as he finally reached climax, painting his stomach with his own cum.
Exhaustion consumed him, and Techno could barely keep his eyes open as it was. Both hands left his body momentarily, only to return to hold his face between them and smeared the cum across his cheeks, as hot breathing whispered into his ears.
"You look so beautiful like that."
Techno snorted, although it came out as more of a weak huff. His head hit the pillow. Flakes of dried blood soiled the cream-colored sheets, but Techno didn't have the energy to care. The hand was petting his hair now as a blanket was pulled over his now-chilled skin. Some moist fabric rubbed across his face as sweet nothing continued to be mumbled near. Being bone-tired, it didn't take him long to finally succumb to the night.
Punz would be found standing next to his bed with a hard-to-read expression in the morning. The mercenary would throw Techno the satchel containing his items before tearing down all the bedding and grumbling about the dry cleaning fee. He would also toss him some ration and told him it was part of the payment and hurried him out of the door as soon as he could.
But for now, Techno slept, dreamed of blue eyes instead of green.