Think Again

Sunday is definitely a beautiful day. The birds are singing, the world is wonderful when you don't have to drag yourself to class, and when you realize you can lie in bed for an extra couple of hours, it feels like you're in a real paradise. Unless, of course, the illusion of this paradise is shattered by your overactive roommate who has got another "genius" idea. "Technoooooo..." whined Skeppy at his ear in a whiny voice "Where are our buttons? I've looked everywhere, but we don't have any... Technoooo, do you have any buttons? Oh, please, be a friend. Please! Pleeeeeeaa..." Emitting the most enraged growl he was capable of, Blade burrowed deeper into his pillow and turned away from him, hoping that he had at least some common sense, pity, and respect for his well-deserved twelve hours of sleep, after a week of wakefulness where he lived only by caffeine and an unnoticed nap during geography. Unfortunately, Skeppy had none of these three things. "Techno, don't you get it, this is a worldwide problem!" "God damn it, tear it away from a shirt or other clothes and let me sleep!" he couldn't see the look on Skeppy's face, but judging by his shocked and even hurt gasp - it didn't bode well for Techno. "How can you say that?! I want the best buttons! Blood red! Like the eyes of my beloved and awesome Bad! That's what the condition says!" Blade chose to remain silent. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, Skeppy would get off his back. He realized he'd been wrong as soon as the blanket was thrown off him and he was brazenly pulled off the bed. "Goodbye, perfect Sunday..." he thought longingly, still clinging to his pillow and stubbornly refusing to let it go. He was ready to continue his sleep, even on the floor, if his roommate would let go of him. "Get up! You're coming with me to the store! I need buttons!" Techno felt himself being dragged by his feet. "Go yourself!" He grumbled, still not opening his eyes and wiping the floor with himself "What do you need me for?" "For moral support!" When he realized he couldn't make Techno get up that easily, Skeppy left and returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee, which worked like fuel for all the students. He shoved the cup under his nose and the smell alone was already starting to work wonders. At least Techno was able to open his eyes. Progress. After making sure that his roommate was slowly beginning to wake up, Skeppy sat down next to him and began to enlighten him on his "genius" idea. "Anyway, I found a book in the library." He began and Techno was already surprised. Interesting. Usually, you had to try really hard to get him to go to the library "And there was this awesome thing... Well, I found instructions for making a voodoo doll, and I made one, and I need buttons!" Blade mumbled meaningfully, still too busy struggling with his eyelids closing. Skeppy's words didn't reach his sleepy mind until a minute or two later. Blade scrolled through Skeppy's last words in his mind. He wasn't imagining it, was he? "What again?" he asked, and his roommate patiently repeated, smiling broadly. "I made a doll for Bad. You know, like voodoo, the whole thing... And I need buttons." No, he wasn't. And why was he not surprised? He didn't believe in any form of "magic" himself, nor did he believe in voodoo, so he was very... mistrustful. Honestly, it even sounded wild. Twenty-first century, what magic? The only manifestation of the supernatural at the moment was the appearance of such naive individuals as Skeppy, who would fall for all this nonsense. But whatever lets you sleep at night, as they say... Techno sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, mentally asking himself if he should get involved in this. He could always go back to bed... "Show me. But make it quick. I'm still hoping to finish my sleep after this." Skeppy stood up cheerfully and pulled Blade with him into the living room, where the whole table was sloppily littered with sewing supplies and ruined pieces of fabric. His neighbor jumped up to the table, grabbed a book, and shoved it under Techno's nose, waving proudly toward the pile of fabric that lay sadly on the table, all its appearance indicating the suffering it had endured. "There." The creator of this "masterpiece" said contentedly, literally vibrating with excitement and the fact that there is someone to show it off to. Techno looked skeptically at what Skeppy proudly called Bad's doll. It looked more like crumpled rags. He looked at the book. Then again at the doll. Somehow there were even fewer similarities. "Did you even read the instructions? It says the more the doll resembles the person it's attached to, the more effective it should be! And besides, it needs biological material! I doubt that Bad will feel anything through..." he gently took the doll by the piece that was presumably its hand and hesitantly finished "this." The fabric rattled and Blade hurriedly put it back on the table, not wanting to have to listen to Skeppy whine later about how he was the reason it hadn't worked. "Look at it, it's coming apart at the seams. This thread isn't holding anything at all... And you need a stitch here." He reached out his hand to point out what he thought was wrong, but his neighbor, who thought he was about to change something in his "masterpiece," was faster. Skeppy hissed at his words, grabbing the doll and holding it against him. "No! My doll, my Bad!" he almost growled. Techno rolled his eyes. Fucking Gollum and his precious. "Make your own doll and show it on it!" The neighbor declared, and Blade decided he'd had enough. He turned and walked over to his bed, laying down on it and hiding his head under the pillow. "I'm not doing this crap. Besides, I don't believe in it." he muttered, closing his eyes and hoping to get a few more hours of sleep. "Well, I don't believe it either! But imagine what happens if it works! You have to try it!" Skeppy crouched by his bed, lifting the pillow slightly. "How much of a chance you'd have to make fun of Dream if the doll worked..." He grinned slyly, his tempter tone nudging Techno to the right decision. And... Blade didn't want to admit it, but from that moment on his interest suddenly increased. His eternal rival, with whom he'd had a beef since junior high, was a pain in the ass. They were always fighting for the title of the best student, and they were always sabotaging each other, purely out of spite, to make sure that life didn't seem like it was easy. For example, Techno could easily spill something in his bag or put glue on his chair. In return, Dream could slip bugs and worms into his locker, or somehow (Techno still does not know how he managed to do it) substitute his shampoo for paint, so that the next day instead of pink hair, he went with a blue hairdo. He looked great with any color, though, and didn't hesitate to tell the pouting Dream about it, so the shampoo-swapping stopped. Apparently, his opponent realized the ineffectiveness of this method and decided that he needed to change his approach. Perhaps that's why Techno no longer took any drinks in the cafeteria, remembering the consequences of the blond man slipping him a laxative in his coffee. Well, that... that was effective. With a sigh, Blade put the pillow away, showing Skeppy his willingness to listen. His roommate's smug smile had to be strenuously ignored. *** Returning from the store with a tiny box of all sorts of buttons, a small piece of sturdy fabric, thick black thread, and absorbent cotton to stuff the doll in, Techno carefully laid everything out on the table, and pulled the book close to him and began to make a pattern while Skeppy somehow sewed his clump of rags buttons to look like eyes. Techno wasn't a master sewer, but he could do the bare minimum, having practiced on his own clothes when they were torn or the seams came undone after long use. Then, with the help of the Internet and patience, he was sure he could do it right and neatly. Better than Skeppy's doll, at least. He made his doll with slightly longer legs than it was supposed to have and thinner arms, a little concerned that he paid attention to such little things in Dream's appearance. Nevertheless, the book had said that even such little things were important, so Techno kept his thoughts to himself as he continued sewing. Skeppy panted over the button eyes, pinned them on somehow, and with a triumphant look, went to his stash, where, as a true maniac, he kept everything related to Bad that fell into his hands. But the fact that his roommate balanced somewhere on the fine line between creepy stalkerism and full-fledged becoming a Yandere was no longer a secret to Techno, so he ignored it with a clear conscience. Finishing the approximate shape of his future doll, Blade reached for the absorbent cotton and began stuffing the stitched piece of fabric, giving it volume and looking closely at the book. It said that with the absorbent cotton it would be desirable to insert some biological material from the victim, like blood, nails, or hair, but Blade didn't have any of that yet, so he stuffed the doll, sewed it up completely, and proceeded to the eyes. Once he had Dream's hair, he could sew it onto the doll's head, and that should have been enough. For now, it was necessary to prepare at least the base. He picked out the bright green buttons he'd picked out at the store, choosing them to match his rival's eyes, (This was another disturbing detail - he shouldn't have remembered so well what shade they were and spent so much time in the store picking the perfect color) he carefully sewed them on and finally looked at his finished result. Well... There was nothing remarkable about it. Just an ordinary cloth doll with no hair. A thing like that was unlikely to attract anyone's attention. It was more likely to be thrown away because of its strange, even slightly creepy appearance. Skeppy dragged a couple of strands of dark-blond hair from somewhere and, with an almost manic expression on his face, began crookedly sewing them onto the head of the pile of rags he proudly called a doll. And that got Techno thinking. Where and how was he supposed to get Dream's hair? He didn't need much, but it would obviously look suspicious if he did it in front of everyone and the next day something strange started happening to him. Tapping his finger on his chin, he looked around their room, still ignoring the enthusiastically squeaking Skeppy, who was looking over his "masterpiece," and stopped his gaze on the kitchen. The idea that came to mind was brilliant in its simplicity. Techno grinned and his roommate, catching his mood, burst into maniacal laughter. Then he choked and wheezed, but no big deal... *** The plan was terribly simple. Techno came to class with a piece of chewing gum. All he did was discreetly stick it in the blond's hair at the beginning of class. By the end of the hour, when it had already hardened, Blade had maliciously pointed it out to Dream himself, smiling mockingly. "What the...?!" The blond was almost fuming when he realized what Techno was talking about, giving him a fierce look in his green eyes. He tried to pull the gum out of his hair and only yanked himself painfully on it, cringing for a moment at the discomfort "I'd be wary of eating anything today if I were you.' He hissed in his face as he grabbed his friends George and Sappnap and walked out of the auditorium. Bad wasn't with them, as he had management at this time. Techno waited a few more moments and followed them, trying not to attract attention and watching where they would go. The trio walked to the bathroom and Blade stood at the door, listening. "No, seriously, I'm going to poison him!" Dream's angry voice sounded muffled "And then I'm going to bury his corpse in the back of the dormitory." "Stop turning around." George's voice interrupted him "You don't want me to cut off your ear." "You're lucky he got it so crooked. You won't have to shave off half your hair." "I'll put gum up his nose next time." Dream said grimly, in response to Sapnap's words. "I'll also tape his mouth shut and make him choke to death." There was a clicking sound from the scissors. "Like little children..." George sighed as he snapped his scissors again. "Can't you stop this feud of yours? I can't take another year of this." Sapnap laughed. "Yeah, and imagine if they went on to the same job?" "Oh, no, no, no, don't even think about it, I'll move out." Dream chuckled. "You're evil..." The footsteps approached, as did the voices and Techno hid sharply behind the door. After waiting for the whole trio to come out, still arguing about something and teasing each other, he slipped inside, praying they didn't flush the hair down the toilet. It would have been a shame if his ingenious plan had ended up with the thing he needed going down the drain. Fortunately, luck was on his side, as the gum-stick strands were lying on the floor and all he had to do was pick them up. At the next lesson, he smiled at Skeppy and he gave him a thumbs-up, surely already impatient to try their dolls. There was only so little left to do... *** Tuesday started out... interesting. At least, as interesting as a day can be when you plan like an idiot to find out if "black" magic will work. Skeppy shoved him under the dining room table and made big scary eyes, hinting that the time had come. His impatience still felt strange. It seemed to Blade that they had decided to launch Armageddon, not just to test the properties of the slightly unusual cloth dolls. Techno looked in the direction of Dream, who was calmly eating his lunch at the table with his friends, and somehow felt a sneaking gloat overriding his skepticism and uncertainty. If this works... Oh, this will definitely be fun... Skeppy seems to be a bad influence on him. He's almost ready to believe in magic, shame on him... He carefully took the doll with the hair already sewn on out of the bag and hid it under the table, gathering his thoughts. Well, it's worth a try, isn't it? Hooking the doll's hand with his fingers, Techno thought a little, looked at Dream, and pinched it quite tangibly, first raising his eyebrows in surprise and then feeling a smile spread across his face as he saw his rival jump up and start rubbing his forearm, turning back to his friends. Skeppy next to him chuckled wickedly, discovering the absolute success of Voodoo magic. No, definitely his influence. Couldn't be otherwise. Techno might have felt sorry for Bad if his head hadn't been filled with thoughts of new possibilities. Dream should have prepared himself. *** Blade wasn't paying attention to what Skeppy was doing with his doll. All his attention was focused on Dream and the doll in his hands, through which he was causing him to stumble and drop things and twitch every time he pinched him painfully without even being near him. In one day alone, Techno managed to make the blond disrupt his presentation, spill coffee on the classmate with whom he was sitting at recess and laughing about something, throw books off the professor's desk, and literally fall down on the flat. Sometimes he caught suspicious glances from Dream as if he expected him to be responsible for it, and though he couldn't hide the smug smiles, Techno sat far enough away from his rival that he had no chance of finding evidence that he was the one involved in the whole thing. Nevertheless, Blade did not risk eating in the cafeteria, well remembering Dream's desire to poison him. But now he responded to the blond's every mischief tenfold and mocked him in every way whenever he felt like it. Sometimes he even pinched the doll at night in his room, which made Dream come to school exhausted, sleep-deprived, and twitchy, but he stubbornly kept up his studies, not conceding to Techno in anything. Blade was even impressed. Not everyone could handle almost a month at that pace. Yes, the blonde was pissed off almost every day and kept watching his movements warily, trying to figure out what was going on and why even though Blade seemed to have stopped bugging him, he felt as if the pressure had doubled on him. If not tripled. But Techno admitted to himself that it was a lot of fun to watch. Skeppy kept running around with Bad's doll and Blade was even grateful that he hadn't let him in on his plans because seeing him make out with a piece of cloth or do something worse would have ruined his psyche for sure. Remarkably, Bad, also like Dream, seemed more irritable, ready to snap at everyone at the first sign of trouble. Skeppy didn't seem to care one bit. Neither did Techno, in fact. And, to be honest, Techno would have continued to mock the blond if it weren't for one incident that changed everything upside down. They had soccer practice that day, and it was raining and the whole field was muddy. So, of course, he couldn't help himself and sent Dream face first into the mud, making him stumble again with the voodoo doll. The blonde exploded, (which was probably the result of his anger, fatigue, and lack of understanding of the whole situation over the last month) literally started screaming, and eventually dropped everything, heading for the showers while everyone else continued their training. And Blade, just getting a taste for it and not wanting to stop there, followed him. Techno snuck into the showers, trying to keep as low as he could and not draw attention with his steps. Fortunately, there was water running in one of the cabins, and the noise of it quite drowned out any other sounds that might have alerted his prey. Blade went into the next cabin and climbed onto a special ledge where they usually put the soapware, peering through a small slit above. Even though he knew roughly what to expect, it still took his breath away when he saw his opponent. Dream was soaping his hair, standing frowningly with his eyes closed under the stream of the shower, and Techno couldn't stop: he began to stare. He had... a fine body. Thin, delicate, and, as it turned out, quite small. He had muscles where he needed them, but otherwise, he seemed oddly feminine. His baggy sweatshirts always hid it and Techno even wished he'd known that sooner. How much compromise he would have... His gaze went lower, and he felt his eyes widen in surprise. Because Dream turned out to be a trans. Blade stared at his small body, at the way the water flowed down the smooth lines and frowned thoughtfully. He wanted to check something out. He must have been quite sick to think about it, but his sense of morality toward Dream had long been quite... ambiguous. He'd used Voodoo on him, what morality was he talking about? He lifted his doll to eye level and, hesitating a little, gently ran his fingers over its crotch without taking his eyes off Dream. The blond man flinched and opened his eyes, looking down. He frowned and somehow hesitantly continued to wash, unsure of what had happened. Techno waited a few seconds and then repeated his actions. "The hell...?" Dream muttered, shuddering again. Blade didn't stop this time and continued to run his fingers over the doll's crotch, making a little more effort and watching the blond bite his lip, putting one hand on the wall, trying to keep himself on his feet. After literally a minute, Dream was already breathing heavily, barely holding back a moan, and Techno felt his cock twitch with interest at the sight of his rival. The blond man slowly slid his palm over his body, from his neck, down his chest and stomach to his hips, and then both of them were completely out of breath. Dream let out a low moan when his hand touched his labia and then bit his lip, not allowing himself to make a sound. The only thing that gave his condition away was his labored breathing, which he tried to get under control. Techno looked at the doll. Deciding that things had gone to hell as it was, he continued rubbing its crotch, watching his rival disintegrate more and more from the sensations his body was receiving. Dream was already leaning completely against the wall, flushed, trembling, and with his fingers in his vagina, he looked so attractive that soon Blade spat on everything and let his pants down with his underwear, releasing his aching cock already oozing pre-ejaculate. He ran his hand over it, though it wasn't too comfortable because of his position and the way he reached for the gap between the stalls as he continued to watch his opponent. Dream trembled, almost slipping down the wet wall and clamping his hand over his mouth, trying to contain his moans and make his breathing not so loud. His delicate body beckoned Blade to run his hands over it, to snuggle up behind it, to cover it with marks... The blond man almost sobbed, and Techno, distracted by this absolutely startling sound, didn't notice that he was slipping off the ledge and ended up crashing down with a bang. The water in the next cabin was turned off abruptly. Pulling his pants back over his thighs, Blade stormed out of the showers. "Techno?" He heard a confused voice at the exit and cursed mentally without turning around. Even from behind he was easily recognized for his long pink hair, and he marveled at his stupidity for letting himself get caught so easily. Fantastic. *** The next day, after a sleepless night and the memory of his rival's body spinning as if on repeat, the first thing he did when he got to the college was to walk over to Dream's locker, where he was looking for something and slap him on the ass. It felt absolutely wonderful. The blond man squeaked and turned around abruptly, not expecting that. He stared at him incomprehensibly for a few seconds before he finally realized what had just happened and began to blush (Techno didn't know from embarrassment or anger), literally causing a fierce fire to flare behind his witchy green eyes. "Great ass!" Blade smiled at him, more grateful than ever to nature for his height, which allowed him to overhang his opponent, towering almost a head and a half above him and encasing him between his lockers and himself. The look of pure anger on Dream's sweet face was charming, but what followed was no longer so pleasant. Because the blond took one and kicked him in the groin with his knee, causing him to crouch and cover his strategically important spot with his hands, swallowing a painful howl. Dream snorted and, taking advantage of the fact that the aisle was no longer closed, stepped around the neutralized Techno and walked to class without looking back at him. It must have been at that moment that Blade decided that the blond would definitely be his. *** Skeppy kept running around with Bad's doll, probably even sleeping with it, while Techno himself ran after Dream himself, trying to get his sympathy. He had no idea how to do it though, so for the most part he had to retreat urgently when the blond was about ready to lunge at him out of anger and indignation, held back only by his friends. Any man would have listened to his instinct for self-preservation by now and stopped. It was a good thing that Techno didn't have one. Blade kept sending him lewd looks, trying to hug his waist or those gorgeous thighs at every opportunity and kept trying to kiss him, so far unsuccessfully. On eight out of ten occasions his insistence resulted in him having to flee from an enraged Dream, the other two from his friends. But he wasn't going to give up that easily, so no amount of obstruction would stop him from achieving his goal. He had to change his tactics. Dream must be conquered in any case. Taking a cue from Skeppy (God, what a shame to admit it...), Techno started using the doll again. He started stroking it in his pocket when he was close to Dream and tried to go at him with hugs and kisses again, only it seemed to make the blond man angrier. And though he was adorable when he started to scowl and almost growl, Blade realized that it didn't seem to be working either. There was no one to ask for courting advice, (not Skeppy, really) so Techno called his father. "Hi, Dad." He started when the ringing stopped and Phil's sleepy voice came through. "What do you do if you like someone?" Phil, tired, sleepy, not knowing what was going on, yawned and said: "You take him on your shoulder, confront him with the fact and stop calling me at 3:00 in the morning. Seriously Techno, go to bed. Call me in the morning - my head's not working right now." Blade listened to the beeping that soon appeared, turned off the phone, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. On his shoulder, then... *** "So what happened again?' asked the college nurse, handing him a towel of ice and looking curiously at his unhappy face. "My father's advice didn't work." seeing the woman's incomprehensible look, Niki if he remembered it right, Techno sighed and put the ice towel to his crotch, wincing in pain "I did everything he said - took Dream on my shoulder, wanted to drag him to my place, but he started to fight out of it." Blade grimaced "In another situation, I wouldn't have minded if he'd bitten, but here it was too... hard." "Yeah, I can see that." grinned this cruel woman, clearly not understanding his problem "Have you ever tried... I don't know, compliment him?" "I sing odes to his ass every day. And his hips. And his neck. And his clavicles. And..." "Okay," Niki interrupted him, "but what about flowers? Have you tried giving him bouquets? Or coffee at least, that's more valuable to students at this time than flowers, as far as I know." "Do you think that would help?" Niki shrugged her shoulders. "You'll never know unless you try!' She optimistically declared, patting him on the shoulder. Techno grimaced. It turned out that Dream's teeth were quite sharp... After sitting in the nurse's office for about another half hour, Techno, still limping a bit, went out and skipped one class to buy some good, freshly brewed and aromatic coffee, and went back to Dream's locker, waiting for him there. "This is for you." He held it out to the blond as soon as he was close enough, trying to look as guilty as he could. Dream looked at the cup in his hands with suspicion, then returned his frown to Techno, and evidently softened after noticing his creased appearance. "Thank you," he said quietly, taking the coffee from his hands. Techno almost purred at the feel of thin fingers touching his skin "And... Sorry for..." he twirled the glass in his hands, shyly hesitating as if he didn't know how to express the thought "for hitting like that and... biting..." Dream spoke more and more softly, seeming completely embarrassed, and soon fell silent, staring at the floor. Techno wanted to hug him so badly at that moment... His hands were already reaching for his opponent's little figure when the blond man jerked up and declared: "But try that again and I'll break your arms for sure." He stated seriously and Blade nodded at him, even though he made a mental note not to put this plan off and keep it as a backup. It would just take better preparation. Much better. After that, Dream was a liiiiiittle more tolerant of him, and now if Blade put his hands on his hips, he smiled first and hissed through his teeth that he'd better remove his limbs if he didn't want to have less of them. But it still felt like a step toward success. Sometimes he brought him flowers, and even though it didn't seem to make any difference, the fact that Dream didn't throw them away right then and there warmed him up inside. Using Skeppy's example again (he couldn't believe he'd come to this), Techno started sexually harassing the doll. This meant that he started kissing it, strange as it may sound, rubbing its crotch much more often, thinking about what Dream himself would be doing at that moment, and even started falling asleep with it in his arms, wishing it a good night. He didn't know if it helped, because Dream seemed to start looking so tired and confused again, but as they say, all is fair in love and war, isn't it? Dream should definitely put his walls down if he's going to pursue him on two whole fronts! It was with that thought in mind that he went to sleep one night, not yet knowing that the next day would be different. *** He dreamed... of someone else's body. Someone else's touches running gently across his chest and face, someone else's soft skin so close that he could feel the heat of his heated body, but so far away that he couldn't leave his bite marks on it. He slowly slid his hands along the lap and delicate lines of the other's waist and thighs stroked the thin legs of the one in front of him greedily and possessively. The desire to bring pleasure, to elevate his partner opposite to the peak of bliss, to make him lose his head as something hot gathered in his stomach and Techno literally felt himself drawn to someone else's, such a beautiful body, as if by a magnet. He gently ran his palm over the inside of his thighs, very close to the crotch of whoever was next to him, and his heavy, ragged breathing was interrupted by the sweetest moan Techno had ever heard, which was his reward for his actions. The body curved beautifully, shuddered, and nestled gently closer, wrapping around his waist with those slender, perfect legs and locking his arms behind his neck, trying to pull him closer to him. Someone else's lips - soft, gentle, and warm - touched his shoulder, moved lightly to his neck, making Techno almost melt under the delicate kisses. He buried his nose in the golden hair, continuing to run his palms over the heated skin, feeling the thin waist fit perfectly under his palms as if it had been made for him. The living embodiment of temptation in his arms rewarded him again with another moan, so melodious, so desirable... The small hands slid from Techno's neck to his chest, and Blade caught his breath at the gentle touch. He pulled the stranger's body closer to him by those incredible thighs and made it clear with his grip that he wasn't going to let go. The stranger's face smiled. Sweetly, affectionately, with such love that Techno immediately reached forward, trying to get a kiss. Then this living seduction put thin fingers to his lips and shook his head, shining with devilish green eyes. "Wake up," he said softly, enclosing Blade's face between his palms and playfully leaving a kiss on his nose. "Wake up, we're in trouble. Bad found out I made his voodoo doll." Techno looked at the stranger's face confusedly, and it began to blur before his eyes, disappearing like a mirage. He opened his eyes only to see Skeppy's face right above his own, who was panickedly repeating the same words Blade had heard in his sleep. "God, I'm dead. I'm definitely dead!" his roommate continued to lament, slowly but surely descending into panicked hysteria and screaming. "He told me I had to be at the stadium tomorrow morning if I didn't want him to break into our room and tear me to pieces." Techno doomfully pushed him off the bed and covered his head with a pillow, somehow aloofly noticing that he had a boner. Great. "What time is it?" he wheezed, trying to collect his thoughts and not regret not having the warm body of his walking obsession by his side. "Half past one am," Skeppy whimpered, looking at him with the eyes of a battered dog. "So what should I do?" "Go, of course! I doubt we'll get a new room if he kicks our door in." Skeppy started whining about how he didn't want to, and he was scared and everything was bad, but Techno wouldn't listen to him anymore, going to the bathroom to fix his boner problem and then going back to bed. His head wasn't working right. He needed either a couple more hours of sleep or a good cup of coffee. He could hear the rustling and footsteps of his roommate outside the door. Maybe he was worried, pacing from corner to corner trying to think of something, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't run off to another state now. Besides, for some reason, Techno was sure an enraged Bad would find him in other states, too. He might have been, in fact, one of the most polite and friendly guys Blade knew, but when he was angry, he was a completely different man. He wasn't nicknamed "The Demon" in college for nothing. Quickly dealing with his arousal, Techno walked back into the room and crawled under the covers, noticing Skeppy in the next bed, fidgeting restlessly and trying to make himself comfortable. At least the room was quiet, since his roommate was clearly too uncomfortable to spread waves of energy around him as usual, and decided to just lie down and try to sleep. Techno followed suit, closing his eyes and feeling the thoughts, already not too clear after sleep, leave his head completely empty. And it wasn't long before dreams took the place vacated by thoughts... *** (Somewhere in another dorm building) "No, can you believe it? That idiot just took and made my voodoo doll! - Bad was outraged, throwing his phone on the bed and tearing off his sweatshirt to get under the covers. - And I kept wondering why I kept getting these weird feelings all over my body... So it's just... It's just..." Dream hummed, lifting his head slightly off the pillow and watching his roommate almost tearing and thrashing around while he tried to find his pajamas at the same time. Bad's ears were almost steaming as he furiously smacked the pillow, trying to make it softer. "This muffin just thought it would be so clever to take and try to turn me on with this doll when I had a presentation! God, I was standing with a hard-on, in front of the whole class! It was lucky I was wearing gym clothes - it wasn't as obvious, but the very fact that he'd dared to do such a thing!" The blond yawned, feeling his eyes closing, and by sheer force of will continued to keep them open, watching his friend's thrashing. Or rather tried to. "When I get to him tomorrow, I'm going to find out how he made that doll, make it for Skeppy, and shove needles in it!" Bad spewed angrily and finally went under the covers to turn off the lamp. "Good night, Dream," he muttered, still retaining his angry tone, and after a few seconds of rustling, all was quiet. The blond man closed his eyes, already feeling sleep come softly pulling him into its embrace. He let his consciousness slowly shut down, feeling the nearness of his long-awaited rest. The silence rocked them both like a cradle, paired with the soft moonlight that poured in from the window, creating a peaceful and so cozy atmosphere. It was so nice to finally start relaxing... Until the realization came. Voodoo. Fucking voodoo. And what had been happening to his body for the last fucking month. A piece of the puzzle fell into place. Dream jumped up, tangled in the blanket and nearly falling off the bed, but already overwhelmed with bloodthirsty thoughts and a desire to destroy one particular pink-haired person... "Son of a bitch!" he screamed, and the next second something heavy came flying at him from Bad's side (definitely an alarm clock), accompanied by his absolutely bestial growl: "LANGUAGE!" *** Dream came to class the next day angry as hell, but no matter how hard he tried to spot the familiar pink head in the crowd, it was as if his sense of self-preservation had suddenly woken up as Blade seemed to have vanished. But that didn't calm the blond, on the contrary, it only inflamed his anger more. He'd been glued to him for so long, but once he was needed, there was no trace of him. The blond man could already feel his fingers trembling with the urge to grab someone's throat. Honestly, he didn't even care who it was anymore. The anger was getting in the way of his thinking, and he wanted to let it out. No matter how. And just as he was about to snap at the first person he met, his missing person was suddenly revealed, approaching from behind, smiling sweetly and holding out his coffee. That would have been nice of him. On a normal day and before the blond knew what was going on. Needless to say, he even enjoyed it when he did that, but right now Dream was clearly not in the mood to try to make sense of the mishmash of emotions that came up inside every time Techno gave him attention in this way.   Grabbing Blade by the wrist, he pulled him into the empty gym locker rooms, ignoring the confused look on his opponent's face and feeling the anger continue to boil inside. He pushed Techno inside and pinned him against the door as soon as it closed. "So where is it?" Blade froze, still holding the cup of coffee, and raised an eyebrow incomprehensibly, seeming to feel his heart stop. The action made the anger under the blond's skin boil even more. "Where's the doll? The goddamn voodoo doll through which you... you..." Dream hissed, cocking his head up so he could look straight into that insolent face he so wanted to punch. "I don't..." "Don't you dare finish that sentence, or I'll castrate you," the blond narrowed his eyes, hell literally brewing in them. "I don't believe Skeppy didn't let you in on his plans, and I can't explain what's been happening to me other than your interference. And I know it should be with you!" Techno raised his hands and set his glass of coffee on the bench in the locker room, slowly reaching for his bag. There was probably no point in denying the obvious anymore. Anxiety was firmly lodged in his stomach, and... maybe it was stupid of him, but Blade thought that maybe if he took his time, he'd still have time to save the whole situation. "What would Bad do to Skeppy?" he asked, rummaging through his things, moving some notebooks from place to place, just to avoid looking up at the blond. At least until he could gather his thoughts and figure out what to do next. Dream hummed, watching his every move tenaciously. "Fuck him. Then again. So that Skeppy wouldn't have any more thoughts of doing this behind his back. And they'll finally start dating because I'm sick of hearing Bad talk about him even in his sleep." Techno cheered up. "And we..." "Doll." Dream interrupted him brutally, not letting him continue. Blade sighed and pulled out a cloth doll, handing it to the blond. He eyed it suspiciously, twirled it in his hands, and pinched his hand, shuddering and feeling it on himself. "What a bastard you are..." he muttered quietly, staring at the doll's button eyes. Techno frowned. His gut told him he was very close to breaking whatever fragile understanding they'd managed to build over the past weeks. "Okay, I'll admit, I did it to ruin your life first..." he confessed, gently extending his arms and pulling Dream closer to him. "But then I wanted you to like me, and I... I couldn't do anything right, so I left it. I thought it would help me... get you." The blond man still kept frowning and glaring at the doll. This was bad. Techno didn't know what he needed to say. Dream snarled. "You know what?" He set the doll down on the bench and began tearing off his clothes, standing in front of Techno. "Here," he spread his arms, holding up his hoodie. "Take whatever you want. You can fuck me, do whatever you imagined, I don't care. But then you'll leave me alone. You'll keep your distance and pretend I don't exist. You'll stay the fuck away from me." Techno's insides went cold. He couldn't... He can't be serious, can he? Techno just can't lose him. Anything but that. His blood turned into a bubbling mess of fear alone, and Blade clenched his fists, trying to contain all the chaos inside and keep himself from losing his head to terror. "No." Dream snapped into a scream. He flailed his arms, and there was so much hysterical despair in his voice like he was one step away from a full-blown nervous breakdown. "No what?! I have a right to ask that! Do you know what it was like?! I thought I was going crazy, that I needed to go to the nuthouse because I was feeling things that weren't there and that just couldn't be, but it turns out you were having fun! So take whatever you want and just get the hell away from me!" Dream hugged himself by the shoulders, still clutching his hoodie in his hands and trying to wipe the tears of resentment from his lashes. "No. I know I messed up again, but... you can't ask for that. Look, I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll go to Niki for advice, and I'll make it right this time," Techno knelt down, gently taking Dream's palms in his. "I'll do whatever you ask, but please, Dream, please don't push me away." The blond man completely cried, but this time he let himself be hugged and nosed into the neck of the still kneeling Techno, sinking to the floor as well. "You're an idiot," he sobbed muffled, and Blade nodded in agreement. "And an asshole. And a jerk. I hate you," Techno froze again, feeling his insides ready to fall into the abyss. "Take me on a normal date." Exhaling a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and gently stroked the golden top. "I will." He'll fix it. He'll try his hardest, but he won't let himself lose Dream. Not a damn chance. *** Things started to get better from there. Slowly and sometimes with problems, but it did. Dream was wary and mistrustful, which, frankly, was heartbreaking. Why had he even agreed to make this doll in the first place! Although... Without it, he never would have realized how much he needed the blond... Techno made a couple of forays into the medicine cabinet, shaking every relationship and courting advice she had from Niki, and let all his energy go to win Dream over, only this time correctly. They went to movies and cafes, visited the library together when they had papers to write, and sat in each other's room just watching serials on the computer. Dream seemed to warm up little by little, letting Techno learn by trial and error, and when one morning the blond turned up at his locker holding out a cup of coffee to him, Blade definitely melted. Dream's soft laughter that day was the best sound Techno had ever heard. His rival (though it was already wrong to call him that) was getting used to his awkwardness and inexperience with romance and was even beginning to find it amusing. And cute. If, of course, his soft smiles, flushed cheeks, and affectionate touches after such attempts at flirting could be considered a sign. Skeppy hadn't been back in his room in a couple of days, but the blond assured him that it wasn't because he was dead, but because he'd been occupying Bad's bed for days now, from which this living demon incarnation wouldn't let him out. Techno was even a little jealous of him in that regard: so far he'd only progressed to cuddling and Dream playing with his hair. But Skeppy's absence gave them both the perfect opportunity to spend more time together in Techno's room, so no one complained. Like now, when Dream was sitting on his bed, scrolling through something on his phone and absently running his fingers through Blade's long pink hair, which rested his head contentedly on his thigh. It was moments like this that he appreciated the most. Tired of fighting against Techno's desire to touch him constantly, the blond soon just gave it a pass, letting his "almost-boyfriend" express his feelings this way. It didn't change the fact that if he tried to grab his ass without his consent, he got punched in the jaw. At least it wasn't in the crotch, and that was good...   Blade exhaled happily and dug his nose into Dream's stomach, feeling him pull away from his phone and look down, running his delicate fingers over the top of his head in a more concentrated way. The blond man leaned in and left a kiss on his hair, and Techno froze. He slowly turned his head, looking at him with one averted eye, and asked: "So will you be my boyfriend?" Even if the blond man said no, that wasn't a problem, Techno wouldn't back down and wait any longer. Even an eternity, if it will allow him to be with Dream. Only that's not required. Because Dream nods softly, and Blade literally purrs, hearing his favorite sound on earth again - the blond man's laughter. Techno stands up and gives a little leeway forward, stopping a few inches from the sweet face. "May I?" He asks, amazed at his patience. Normally, he'd almost pounce on Dream when he let him hug him. The blond sighed with a "what an idiot you are" look and moved forward himself, bridging the last centimeters between them and kissing him. His lips tasted even better than Techno expected. Dream kissed him lightly, and, though the realization of that fact blew his mind, it wasn't enough. Blade moved a little closer, wrapping his arms around the blond's thin waist and pulling him closer to him, settling him in his lap. Taking the initiative, he returned the kiss, allowing himself to kiss the soft lips insistently, tasting like sparkling champagne and peaches, almost rumbling at the fact that Dream was letting him do it. His, now definitely boyfriend, though he looked a little surprised by his pressure, said nothing, opening his mouth and letting Techno explore every corner of it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..." Blade whispered, pulling the blond boy tightly against him so that he could feel every line of his body, even despite his clothes. Dream let out something akin to a muffled whimper at how many promises could be heard in his boyfriend's husky voice and how scalding his kisses seemed. Techno seemed determined to get his soul out through the kiss, for he almost didn't pull away from his lips, biting and licking them and almost not letting him breathe. His hands stroked the blond's waist affectionately the whole time, possessive and somehow giving him a sense of security, going down to his hips and then going back up, near the edge of his hoodie, but not yet daring to go under it. Blade reached forward, continuing to taste Dream's sweet lips, lowered him onto the bed, hovering over the small body and feeling his thoughts fog over the little sounds the blond man was making. He was so cute, disintegrating in his arms from just kisses, and Techno's fingers trembled with the desire to leave his mark on him, to show everyone that this miracle was occupied, that this treasure was his alone. He was willing to do anything to make him his own, to make the blond happy, to hear his soft voice every day, and to wake up always with him by his side. He fell to his lips again, kissing Dream's quiet sighs and feeling the blond's hands reach for his back, trying to find support. His slender fingers found the base of his pink braid, pulling down the rubber band and letting the cascade of pink hair fall down like a curtain. The blond immediately burrowed his fingers into them, pulling Techno closer to him and forcing him to keep kissing him. Blade growled contentedly, sensing his initiative, and finally deciding to gently lift the hem of Dream's sweatshirt with his palms, running his broad palms over the exposed soft skin and running them further under his clothes. The blond shuddered as he felt his touch, and for a second, Techno thought he'd gone too far. Maybe Dream needed more time to get used to such intimate touches and his insistence... Blade admitted that he wasn't the most patient partner. But just as he was about to pull away, Dream pulled his hair tighter and wrapped his thin legs around his hips, pulling him closer. "Don't even think about it," he hissed against his lips, still breathing heavily and trembling, but determined not to let Techno go. "Finish what you started." The blond dug into his lips, biting sensibly and running his nails over his clothes, forcing him to lean closer, almost falling over his small body. Dream covered his face with his hands and gently stroked his cheekbones with his thumbs, peering into his eyes. "I love you," he whispered, smiling softly. Techno licked his suddenly dry lips. "Say it again." "I love you," the blond chuckled, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Again?" "I love you," Dream reached out this time and confirmed his words with a kiss, tousling his hair affectionately. Techno smiled broadly into the kiss and lowered his palms to his tender thighs, stroking them and hearing the blond whimper into the kiss, clutching the pink strands in his fingers. It was amazing how easily he could be brought to that state with just his touch. Blade gently slid his hand down his pants, feeling Dream choke on a breath and responsively curve toward him, leaving his hair behind and beginning to squeeze his hoodie, trying to pull it off his body. When Techno did nothing to help him, continuing to stroke his inner thigh and run his fingers over his crotch through his underwear, which already felt damp in places, the blond whimpered and bit Blade's lips demandingly, tugging at the stirring fabric. Techno had long known that in bed, Dream was supposed to be the one who would bite a lot. But right now it felt so much hotter than he'd imagined that a noisy exhale on the verge of a groan couldn't be contained when he felt his boyfriend's nimble tongue lick the marks of his teeth. And honestly, it shouldn't have been that arousing. But somehow it was. Dream smiled into the kiss, clearly aware of the effect on Techno, and teasingly ran his foot along his thigh, still trying to pull at least some of the clothes off. Each touch felt like an electric shock, leaving them both utterly stunned and gasping for air in an attempt to get more: more skin to touch, more kisses, more sweet sounds coming off someone else's lips. Techno pulled the blond by the edges of his pants, pulling them down lower and sliding his palms rather smoothly over his perfect legs, which were now free of any obstacles to touch. Completely pulling the clothes off his thin ankles, Blade moved a little lower and left a kiss on the inside of his knee, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. The blond man whimpered again, beginning to pull on his hoodie with redoubled effort. When Techno decided to ignore him again, instead distracted by his hips, Dream snorted noisily and strained to turn them both over so that now his boyfriend was lying on his back and he himself has saddled him, nestled comfortably on his crotch. With a little squirm and feeling Blade's hard-on with his ass, he looked down and smiled, finally successfully removing the hoodie from Techno and feeling him clutch at his waist once the thing was tucked away somewhere behind the bed. Barely murmuring at the sight of his strong muscles, Dream ran his gentle palms across his chest and leaned lower, leaving weightless hot kisses on it. Moaning through clenched teeth, Techno tried to push up, trying to get some friction, and the blond squeezed his thighs sharply with his legs as if to order him not to move.   "Nah, I want to play with you some more..." He pouted, flashing his devilish green eyes slyly, and Techno was sure he would go crazy at this rate. He stared at those seductive lips and the way Dream ran his tongue over them on purpose, teasingly, watching his reaction. Well... it seemed that just as he himself enjoyed watching the blond disintegrate in his hands from his touches, Dream himself enjoyed watching Techno lose all his self-control over him. "Baby, you should know what an amazing view I have from here..." Blade exhaled, smiling almost drunkenly and continuing to run his hands over his boyfriend's soft thighs. He smiled and, with his head down again, began to explore every exposed inch of his skin with his lips. He opened his mouth and ran his warm, wet tongue down a wide and long strip from his pelvic bone and almost to his neck, causing Techno to swallow a groan and squeeze his fingers harder on Dream's thighs, surely leaving a mark. In response, the blond sensibly clenched his teeth on his nipple, licking the bite spot apologetically afterward. His warm lips went a little higher, to his neck, and here he began to bite more, leaving his marks and driving Blade crazy with the way he slowly clamped the skin between his teeth and covered the bites with his hot mouth, licking each new mark. He covered his neck completely with them, left a couple more on his collarbones and shoulders, went a little lower, and didn't even neglect his pelvic bone, just above the edge of his jeans. Satisfied with his work and the sight of Techno breathing heavily, he pulled back and pulled his sweatshirt off, putting on a little show. "You're drooling now," he chuckled his finger closing Blade's mouth that had opened after he'd been left in just his underwear, wiggling his ass seductively and each time touching Techno's cock, which was uncomfortably tight against the fabric of his pants, making the sensation almost painful. Dream ran his fingers along the edges of one of the marks and, seeing Blade's hungry gaze, moved lower, almost spreading himself on his broad body and slowly kissing his lips, feeling strong arms around his waist. The kiss, though it started carefully enough, soon turned passionate, with intertwining tongues, saliva, and even droplets of blood. They were out of air, but both stubbornly continued to push their lips together, sharing their remaining breath. Without letting the blond get up, Techno rolled to his side again, changing their posture and enclosing Dream beneath him again. He seemed to want to be indignant, but after Blade bit down on his neck, he immediately fell silent, swallowing the words and interrupting them with a soft moan. "I'm about to get addicted to your moans..." Techno whispered against his neck, reaching down and nipping at Dream's chest. "If it hasn't already," he breathed deeply and rubbed his cheek against the soft skin. "God, you smell so good." When he looked down, the blond was embarrassed, red up to his ears and breathing heavily. And the sight was so seductive that Blade fleetingly thought he could cum just looking at his boyfriend and watching him literally melt with sensation and burst into the sweetest moans that had become a delight to his ears. Dream reached for his hair, dipping his fingers into it again (he seemed to like doing that), and impatiently ran his leg over his thigh, squeezing the long pink strands in his palms. This time, Techno heeded his silent request and began to pull down his jeans under the attentive gaze of the blond, who occasionally lowered his hand to his crotch, rubbing a wet spot on his underwear. "Baby... you're just so adorable..." Blade finally dropped his pants and hovered over his boyfriend again, who continued to stare at him with his witchy green eyes. "I can't believe I let you be without me for so long..." Dream blushed, and Techno reached up to kiss him again. "If I'd been smarter, I would have wooed you years ago. Maybe even since we were kids when we first started our rivalry..." The blond hesitated a little. "So you..." he said slowly, as if choosing his words, "Will you stay with me?" he looked so hopeful, it made Techno's heart ache. "You won't leave me when you're done playing?" "Dream," he began softly, stopping and pulling the golden strands away from his face, "you'll never get rid of me now," the confidence in his voice seemed to calm the blond a little, and he smiled. "Honey, I love you, how can I even think about leaving you?" He began to attack him with kisses again, kissing away every doubt and worry. Blade touched his nose with his lips, and Dream giggled, catching his face in his palms and returning the same tenderness in return, not skimping on an inch. The blond stared at him as he lay beneath him, and Techno thought that he wouldn't trade life with the blond for anything in the world. He felt tethered, enchanted by those eyes and soft touches, but he didn't want to cast off those charms or bonds. On the contrary, he only got more visceral in them, willingly letting them entangle his mind. "You're so beautiful..." Blade whispered to him, lightly running his palm through his golden hair. The blond blushed again and decided to shut his boyfriend up with kisses before he embarrassed him completely. He lowered his palms to the rubber band of Techno's boxers and pulled timidly as if waiting for permission. But since Blade didn't say anything, Dream continued his actions until the last thing on his boyfriend's body was somewhere on the floor, no longer hiding anything. The blond man lowered his gaze and visibly swallowed. "Shit..." He muttered, blushing even more. Techno felt the smugness bursting inside, and there was no way he could keep the smile that began to spread across his face. "Like what you see?" Blade asked, almost purring, rubbing his thighs a little, watching Dream swallow his whimper hastily. The blond snorted and reached down and began to pull off his underwear, feeling it already almost soaked from how much he was leaking. Techno followed his every movement with his eyes, seeing Dream's cunt clench convulsively under his hungry gaze and feeling a possessive growl gather in his throat. Blade reached up with his fingers to his boyfriend's crotch, noting how he flinched at the touch of his wet labia, and rubbing them with his fingers, he heard Dream's sweet moan and immediately pounced on him with kisses as he continued to rub his oozing vagina. He gently pushed one finger inside, kissing the blond's lingering moan, and began to move it slowly, working the tight muscles. Dream clutched at his hair and cocked his head, making the most amazing sounds Techno had ever heard. Blade took the opportunity to nip his neck with his lips, licking the sweet skin and driving his boyfriend to a complete loss of control over his body. He shuddered and wriggled and tried to pull Techno even closer than he already was as he continued to gently stretch him.   He moved his hips and rubbed his pre-ejaculate-leaking cock against the blond's leg as he gently pushed a second finger into his cunt and nearly rumbled as he shouted his name, clearly too lost in his pleasure to worry about the cardboard walls in the dormitory. Smiling, Blade ran kisses down his chest, leaving bites and traces of his fingers on his thigh, and, feeling Dream's legs press against his waist, he slid a hand down his side, going to his back and down below to squeeze the blond's tender ass in his hand. It felt even more delightful without his clothes on. And it felt so good in his palm... "Techno..." Dream whimpered, trying to find his lips, and Blade immediately complied, letting him lick his lips and share his breath. The blond ran his fingernails palpably down his back, began showering his face with kisses and moaning in his ear, practically throwing any self-control Techno had out the window. Having no more patience, Blade pushed a third finger through, spreading them apart and stretching the tight vagina a little more sloppily. Dream cried out, scratching harder, and clawed at his shoulder with his teeth. "Techno, Techno, Techno..." whimpered the blond, walking a trail of kisses to his temple, where he ducked into his hair and pressed his boyfriend's head against his neck. "Now, now, my pretty little one..." Trying to stretch him out as fast as he could, Blade reached with one hand for the nightstand, finding a condom there and opening it with his teeth. After rolling it around on his cock, he reached into his oozing cunt and collected the liquid with his fingers, taking care not to hurt Dream while he still had any residual control. Pulling his fingers out of the blond and kissing his protesting whimper affectionately, the Techno placed his cock against his entrance and began to slowly push inside. Dream hissed and squirmed. Blade immediately froze. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, tucking the disheveled golden strands behind his ear. "Yeah, yeah, just... give me a minute. You're not small, you know." Dream ignored his boyfriend's smug face and swung his hips lightly after a few moments, testing his sensations. "Move." Techno nodded and began thrusting further, slowly penetrating deeper and deeper until his entire cock was tight against the walls of Dream's cunt. The blond panted heavily, trembling and bursting into quiet moans, but continued to pull him closer to him with his legs and hands and kissed his lips as if addicted. Blade pushed for a taste, hearing the sweet moan, and began to move slowly and rhythmically, not yet allowing himself to break into a sharper rhythm. He didn't immediately realize that he was growling possessively, tugging at the golden hair and clutching his palms at the blond's legs, lifting them slightly to make it more comfortable to thrust into the delicate, small body. Dream squeezed him inside him, making Techno let out a low moan and, still holding on to his shoulders, began wiggling his hips a little, pressing him closer against his hot skin. "Look. I can see you," the blond whispered to him, finding his hand and placing it on his stomach. Blade felt a bulge and lifted his palm incredulously, looking at the outline of his cock in Dream's stomach. "God... you're so tiny!" Techno nuzzled into his neck, continuing to move his hips forward and feeling like he was in heaven, hearing his boyfriend's melodic sounds and sensing that he was literally fixing him in place, squeezing so hard, as if he'd decided that there was no way he was going to let him pull away. "Don't flatter yourself, I can still kick your ass when I have to." Techno laughed. "Don't worry, I've already been convinced of that." Dream smiled and reached for him again, squeezing his fingers in his hair and forcing Techno to lift his head to reveal his neck, which he immediately began to cover with bites. Sometimes he pulled away and gulped for air because of Blade's moans and movements, which grew sharper and stronger, causing the blond to slide back and forth on the sheets and be constantly pulled back by his hips with strong hands. Techno placed his hands at Dream's head, hovering fully over him and thrusting hard into his body, moaning low into his hair as the blond continued to leave him hiccups. "You know I'm not letting you go, right?" Blade asked hoarsely, feeling short of breath. Dream looked at him affectionately and caught his face with his palms. "I..." he let out a moan, covering his eyes for a moment from the sensation. "I don't want you to let go." The blond pulled him for a kiss, and Techno exhaled on his lips, feeling his boyfriend smile. Honestly, he couldn't believe his happiness. Dream, his sweet, adorable Dream, was smiling at him, moaning just for him, letting himself be touched and loved... What more was needed? It would have been nice to have the right to call him completely his, but for that, we had to wait until at least the end of their studies. Techno didn't want to scare the blond boy away by already being determined to start a family with him in the future. He pushed sharply into his body, all the way to his balls, to the vulgar slap and choked moan of Dream, and leaned down to his lips again. There was a demanding and angry knock on the other side of the wall, and they both froze, listening. The silence was interrupted by Dream's laughter, which drew him back by the neck and wiggled his hips invitingly. "Don't mind them. Think only of me," he said lovingly, running his tongue seductively over his lips, swollen from so many kisses. Techno was more than happy to oblige... *** Blade awoke to the sensation of someone gently running his hair and warm lips tenderly kissing his shoulder. He smiled and purred, pulling his boyfriend closer to him by the waist and nipping at the thin neck with his nose. These awakenings turned out to be very easy to get used to. Unfortunately, they didn't happen every morning. Sometimes, though, they had to be reminded that they had to show up in their rooms, too. At least sometimes. "Technoooo..." a gentle whisper in his ear. "I have a surprise for you..." Blade averted his eyes, looking up at his boyfriend's smiling face, and reached for a kiss. Dream rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, touching his lips with his own. Techno contentedly closed his eyes, possessively placing his palms on Dream's hips and planning to go back to sleep. He felt some strange, electrified, and very pungent sensation at his cock and twitched, opening his eyes fully. Dream was lying in front of him, rubbing the crotch of the cloth, neatly stitched doll with pink strands on his head with a sly grin. "Love?" Techno asked uncertainly. "It's revenge time, sweetheart, revenge time," the blond smiled, flashing his witchy green eyes as always and promising him a very fun time.