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"Dream whipped his axe at you, eyes cold and furious, hidden behind his porcelain mask."

"Who are you? What are you doing on my land?" "He demanded, voice dangerously calm."

"Dream narrowed his porcelain mask at Quackity."

"Watch your words, Quackity. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

"He lowered his axe and took a step closer to Quackity, measuring him up."

"What brings you here after all this time? And why did you feel the need to mention my... height?"

"Dream's eyes lingered on Quackity for a second longer before he turned away."

"Hmph. Enough small talk, Quackity. What's your real purpose for coming to my land? If you're not here to do business, then there's no reason for you to stick around."

"Dream jerked his hand away from Quackity's grasp."

"Don't touch me, Quackity. You know what happened the last time we spent time together. I won't let history repeat itself."

"He pointed to the horizon beyond them."

"Now leave my land before I change my mind about letting you go."

"Dream's porcelain mask betrayed no emotion but his eyes glowed with a sinister delight. He held his axe tighter, scanning Quackity's face before speaking."

"Anything, you say? Alright then, Quackity. If you want to stay, you'll have to prove your worth. Show me that you're still useful to me and perhaps, I may spare you."

"Dream stepped forward, his axe dragging against the ground as he moved closer to Quackity."

"Take this map and bring me the item it leads to. It's deep in the woods to the west and it won't be easy to obtain."

"He handed Quackity the map and turned away, his voice laced with a warning."

"You have until sundown to return, or pay the price for your failure."

"Dream recoiled at the sudden kiss and touched his cheek, feeling the warmth of Quackity's lips on his skin. He quickly composed himself and watched as Quackity flew away."

"He'll pay for that," "Dream muttered to himself before turning back to his land, ready to resume his duties."

"Dream stood at the entrance to his land, his eyes following Quackity's approach. He scanned the item Quackity held, satisfied that he'd brought back what he requested."

"Not bad, Quackity. You've proven your worth today."

"He stepped forward, taking a closer look at the item in Quackity's hands."

"I'm pleased with your service, but don't forget your place. I'm still in charge here."

"Dream held out his hand, ready to take the object from Quackity."

"Dream took the item Quackity held out to him and inspected it carefully before speaking."

"You've done well, Quackity. As promised, I'll spare you for now."

"He handed the item back to Quackity."

"Take this as my token of appreciation. You may go now."

"Dream turned away, dismissing Quackity without another word."

"Dream paused for a moment before looking back at Quackity."

"Fine, but make it quick. I'm a busy man and I have no use for idle chatter."

"He turned and walked back inside his land."

"You may follow me, if you wish."

"Dream led Quackity through his land, walking through halls lined with trophies and artifacts from his past exploits. He tightened his grip on Quackity's hand for a moment before releasing it."

"Be careful where you look, Quackity. Some of these items are dangerous and not meant for prying eyes."

"They walked in silence for a few more moments until they reached a large room with a throne in the center."

"This is my throne room. You may watch if you like, but don't say a word."

"He sat down on the throne, commanding his presence with a fully expressionless gaze."

"Dream allowed Quackity to hold his hand, although he didn't react in any way. He sat stoically on his throne, his eyes fixed on the room at large."

"This is my domain," "he said, his voice carrying a quiet sense of pride."

"I've spent many years building this fortress, and no one can take it from me."

"He gestured towards the various weapons and treasures that decorated the room."

"These are my spoils from past battles. I never forget my victories, nor my enemies."

"Dream's grip was firm but not harsh as he sat Quackity on his lap. He leaned back in the throne and tightened his grip on Quackity."

"I do not like others invading my personal space, but you have proven yourself useful. I'll let it slide just this once."

"He stretched his free hand forward, gesturing towards the other objects in the room."

"But don't forget your place, Quackity. This is my world, and I am its king."

"Dream noticed Quackity's reaction but didn't let it show on his face. He continued speaking with a cold, emotionless tone."

"I am not a fair or merciful ruler, Quackity. But I am just. I expect nothing less than perfection from those who serve me."

"He released his grip on Quackity's waist and sat up straight, loosening his mask slightly as he did so."

"Remember that as you go about your duties."

"Dream tensed slightly as Quackity rested his head on his chest, but he didn't push him away. He remained still and silent, allowing the other man to relax."

""I may need to keep an eye on this one,"" he thought to himself, observing Quackity carefully.

But he made no further comment, instead remaining silent and distant as always.

"Dream watched Quackity sleep silently, his gaze cold and distant as always. After a while, he gently shifted his position so that Quackity's head rested on the arm of the throne instead of his lap. He stood up and walked towards the exit of the throne room, stopping at the doorway to look back at Quackity."

"I have no use for idle hands. When you wake up, there will be work to do."

"And with that, he disappeared from the doorway, leaving the sleeping Quackity behind."

"Dream reappeared from the shadows, watching Quackity as he stirred awake. He studied the other man for a moment before speaking."

"There is work to do, Quackity. You have slept long enough."

"He gestured towards the door with a flick of his wrist."

"Follow me, and I'll show you what needs to be done."

"Dream allowed Quackity to take his hand, but showed no outward signs of emotion. He led him through the dark halls of his fortress, pointing out various tasks and projects that needed to be completed."

"You will assist in the maintenance of my weapons," "he explained," "And then we will work on constructing some new defenses for the entrance to the fortress."

"He paused for a moment, studying Quackity with his unforgiving gaze."

"Are you capable of such work?"

"Dream's grip on Quackity was firm and steady as he led him towards the armory. He walked with purpose and efficiency, showing no signs of feeling the softness of Quackity's body against his arm. After a few minutes of silent walking, they arrived at the armory, where rows of gleaming weapons lined the walls."

"This is our armory," "Dream said, gesturing around the room." "You will keep it in order and sharpen the weapons for the upcoming battles. You will also help me craft new ones."

"He released Quackity from his grip and turned to leave the room."

"Do not disappoint me."

"Dream's expression hardened as he felt Quackity's lips on his cheek. He stood still, watching Quackity fly away with a mixed expression of annoyance and surprise."

""I will not tolerate such familiarity,"" he thought to himself, his gaze following Quackity's form as he vanished from sight.

But despite his initial reaction, there was something about Quackity's boldness that intrigued him. Perhaps he would have to keep a closer eye on this one after all.

"Dream watched Quackity from the doorway for a moment, silently observing his progress. Satisfied that he was working competently, he turned to leave, but not before muttering a warning over his shoulder."

"Be careful with those weapons. They are dangerous in untrained hands."

"And with that, he disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving Quackity alone with his tasks."

"Dream stiffened at the close proximity of Quackity, his porcelain mask betraying no emotion. He tried to hide his surprise and annoyance as Quackity leaned in closer and closer, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at the other man's boldness."

"This is not appropriate behavior," "he said sternly, pulling away from Quackity." "We have work to do."

"With that, he turned around and left the room, leaving Quackity alone to continue his work."

"Dream didn't respond to Quackity's comment and instead disappeared into the shadows. He watched Quackity from afar for a while, making sure that he was doing his work properly."

After a while, Dream reappeared before Quackity, observing his progress. Satisfied with the work Quackity had done, Dream nodded approvingly.*

"Very impressive," he said gruffly. "You have shown great aptitude with these weapons."

"Dream paused for a moment before adding," "But don't get cocky. There is still much to learn."

"Dream raised an eyebrow at Quackity's comment, his cold gaze trained on him."

"You will be rewarded when your work is complete," "he said, his tone leaving no room for argument."

"He was growing increasingly irritated with Quackity's insubordination and familiar behavior. He was tempted to throw the other man out of his fortress, but there was something about him that intrigued Dream, that made him want to explore this strange attraction further.*

"But first, you have more work to do."

"Dream's eyes flickered with annoyance and frustration at Quackity's continued insubordination."

"I've already told you," "he said sharply." "There will be no rewards until your work is complete. Now get back to it."

"He pointed to the unfinished pile of weapons, his grip on his axe tightening slightly."

""This insolent fool,"" he thought to himself. ""I should show him my true power and put him in his place.""

But despite his irritation at Quackity's behavior, he couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards him. Perhaps it was the other man's boldness, or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever the reason, Dream knew that he needed to keep his emotions in check and remain focused on the task at hand.

"Dream nodded curtly and watched as Quackity resumed his work. He stood in silence for a while, observing Quackity as he worked diligently on the weapons."

""He's quite skilled,"" he thought to himself, impressed by the other man's dedication. ""Perhaps he's not as incompetent as I thought.""

After a few moments, Dream turned on his heel and left the room, disappearing into the shadows once more. He had much to contemplate, and he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him if he was going to succeed in his mission.

"Dream tensed up as Quackity's arms wrapped around him from behind. He felt his porcelain mask conceal any hint of a smile or frown as his body registered the unexpected touch. Quackity's breath on the side of his face was warm, and Dream could feel his heartbeat quicken."

"You have done well," "he said stiffly in response to Quackity's words." "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to."

With that, Dream slipped out of Quackity's embrace and disappeared into the shadows, his mind racing with conflicting emotions about what had just transpired.

"Dream sighed heavily as he felt Quackity's presence behind him again. He was growing increasingly annoyed with the other man's repeated requests for a reward, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation."

"I've already told you," "he said firmly, his voice carrying a note of warning." "I will reward you when your work is complete. I suggest you focus on finishing the weapons instead of worrying about rewards."

"He could feel Quackity's warm breath on the back of his neck as the other man leaned close, and he shuddered slightly at the sensation."

""Why does this man affect me so much?"" he thought to himself, feeling a sense of both attraction and revulsion towards Quackity. He knew he needed to maintain control over his emotions if he was going to succeed in his mission, but the other man

"Dream turned around to face Quackity with a stern look on his face. He was growing more and more irritated with the other man's insubordination and constant requests for rewards."

"I have already told you that there will be no rewards until your work is complete," "he said, his voice firm and cold." "And I am not interested in your attempts at seduction. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to."

"With that, Dream turned on his heel and strode away from Quackity, not looking back as he disappeared into the darkness once more. He needed to focus on his mission, and he couldn't let anything get in the way of that, no matter how attractive or tempting it may seem."

"Dream stopped abruptly when Quackity continued to follow him and plead for a reward. Reluctantly, he turned to face the other man once more."

"Fine," "he said through gritted teeth." "A kiss it is. But then you must leave me alone to attend to my work."

"With that, Dream leaned in and pressed his lips roughly to Quackity's, his hands gripping the other man's shoulders tightly. He held the kiss for only a moment before pulling away, his eyes blazing with anger."

"Now leave me be," "he hissed, his grip on Quackity's shoulders tightening." "I have more important things to attend to than your childish requests."

"Dream took a step back, feeling the intense anger within him starting to simmer down. He glared at Quackity with his cold, piercing gaze."

"I suggest you learn to follow instructions," "he said, his voice icy." "Or the consequences may be severe."

"With that final warning, Dream turned and vanished into the shadows once more, leaving Quackity behind. The kiss had stirred something within him, but he knew he needed to remain focused on his mission if he was going to succeed."