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Killer flopped on his bed face down, exhausted from the mandatory social gathering he just attended. He stared out the window in his room, reflecting on the conversation he had with Nightmare. A small smile formed in his lips. It appeared there was hope after all to salvage their friendship. He was aware it would take a while before they both could move forward, but he was more than glad to not have lost Nightmare completely.
Hope bubbled in his soul, at the small possibility that the violet skeleton would pay a visit. But it was ridiculous to think of such a thing. They had just started talking again, there was no possible way he’d want to see him so soon. Nightmare would probably need a break, distance himself before even considering talking to him again. Which was fine, Killer didn’t mind waiting. Yet, maybe just maybe Nightmare would stop by... even if there was a fraction of a chance.
He knew it was silly but he decided to give a description of the violet skeleton to the receptionist, in case Nightmare were to ask for him. He groaned and buried his face in the sheets. It was laughable the way he was behaving, like a grade school student anticipating a call from their crush. Not that Killer felt that way towards his male co-star. No, that would be insane. A phrase that the eyeless skeleton frequently repeated was “I dont catch feelings” and true to his words he never expressed romantic feelings for others. He was just looking forward to seeing his friend again.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
It was late, a couple of hours had passed and the violet skeleton had yet to appear. Killer let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagged, as he came to terms that Nightmare wouldn’t visit tonight. Yet, why did his soul ever so slightly ache? It didn’t make sense. He knew it was a shot in the dark, it would take a miracle for Nightmare to come and knock on his door this second.
Knock knock knock.
Killer whipped his body with so much force he nearly lost his balance. As he sprinted towards the door, he stumbled a few times getting across the room . Could it really be? Maybe he hadn’t completely ruined everything! Even if Nightmare didn’t forgive him, even if all they remained were simple friends, not having anymore intimate nights, Killer was accepting of that. All he wanted was to be able to at least spend some time with the small skeleton. Just to see his reactions when he teased him before that night. To see those violet orbs of his. Hell, even just getting scolded by him! That’s all he asked for.
“Sir? Er, Mr. Cide?” A soft female voice called out from the other side of the door. Oh... it was just the receptionist. Killer hung his head and quietly laughed at himself. How foolish of him. Getting his hopes up that Nightmare was behind that door. He didn’t even sound interested in coming over. Why, was he so insistent in keeping that useless hope? It only caused his soul to wrench in pain.
“What can I help you with, sweetheart.” Killer responded attempting to act natural. Cide wasn’t his actual name, it was an alias he used so crazed fans couldn’t stalk him, well not as easily anyway. He opened the door half expecting to see a staff member ask for an autograph.
Except his body froze and his sockets fixated themselves on the person standing beside the female worker.
“Pardon for interrupting you so late... however, based on your description... I thought perhaps this was the gentleman you were referring to?” The receptionist nervously stated, possibly expecting Killer to yell at her for bothering him at this time of night.
“........... Yeah......... yeah... that’s him...” Killer stared at Nightmare, who appeared to be apprehensive, almost questioning why he was even here. The eyeless skeleton didn’t want to take his eyes away from the other. He felt that if he looked away Nightmare would vanish into thin air. This was just too good to be true right? He must be dreaming..
He almost forgot the receptionist was even there until he heard the rustling of her clothing. “Right Uh, thank you miss. I’ll take it from here..”
The receptionist nodded and returned to the front desk. Nightmare didn’t say a word, he only shifted from side to side awkwardly holding one of his arms in front of him. He was nervous, and ready to bolt down the hallway if needed. Killer knew he had to be careful, he didn’t want to scare the smaller skeleton away.
The eyeless skeleton cautiously stepped to the side, allowing Nightmare to enter if he pleased. “So... you going to come in or are you just going to stand there.....” Killer stated in a lighthearted manner. Hopefully it would ease the anxiety that was building within the small skeleton.
Nightmare glanced up to Killer then to the end of the hallway, from where he came. He was debating whether he should stay or leave. The only reason he came was...... well it was because.......
A pause.
Actually, nightmare didn’t have a valid reason to stay. His mind and body acted on their own accord, and before he knew it he was standing in front of Killer’s room.
He bit his lip and curled a hand into a fist. Why is it that he always found himself in this situation? He’d done so well to avoid this insufferable man, and now that they’ve talked once, he’s standing at his doorstep. He sure was pathetic wasn’t he? He hadn’t forgiven Killer- not fully, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would. Yet, a part of his soul yearned for the other. The violet skeleton blamed it on the alcohol, he wasn’t in the right state of mind.
A lie.
He had a high alcohol tolerance and he was sober enough to make conscious decisions. However, blaming it on the wine was easier than accepting that fact. What exactly was he expecting from the other if he stayed? Certainly they wouldn’t just talk.... no they never did. He knew that, and maybe a part of him was hoping that this would be the case even if he didn’t admit it.
He pondered for a second. Wait, the receptionist mentioned that Killer had been expecting him... or at least he fit the description of the man Killer was waiting for. The eyeless skeleton had no indication that Nightmare would arrive. So, was he awaiting and hoping that he would come and knock on his door?
Why....?
Why would Killer be expecting his arrival? Did he know him so well that he was certain he would show? Or was he just being optimistic and hoping that the violet skeleton would come banging on his door? But... with how stunned he looked when they made eye contact.... it appeared he really wasn’t sure if he would show or not.
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Killer shifted from his spot near the door, a flash of worry reflected across his face. How long had Nightmare been standing there? Was he having second thoughts? That wouldn’t be a surprise... maybe he regretted coming here... Yet, now that the small skeleton was standing before him he didn’t want to let the other go. He gripped the door handle tightly, as the idea of Nightmare leaving settled in.
Killer wanted to reach out, pull him inside, hold him close, and..... and...... no... just by having him nearby was enough. He had to respect the decisions that Nightmare made. If he chose to leave then so be it... he couldn’t afford to strain their relationship any further.
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Nightmare sighed and turned to face the taller skeleton. He knew he’d regret it, that he’d hate himself for the next few days, but he couldn’t fight it any longer. It wasn’t fair how Killer had this effect on him, all rational left his mind once he gazed into the other’s eyes. Those damned eyes. It should be a crime to have eyes alluring such as his.
The violet skeleton swallowed dryly attempting to stifle the anxiety that threatened to overtake him. Finally, he took a couple steps forward entering Killer’s room. It was such a simple action. One that any other day wouldn’t have meant anything. But it was different today. Killer’s eyes widened in astonishment. This wasn’t the outcome he was expecting. Of course he wanted the smaller to stay, but he was certain he wouldn’t. Killer smiled in disbelief, this night sure was full of surprises wasn’t it?
He gently closed the door behind him before facing the small skeleton. Silence. It’s funny how the absence of sound could be the loudest noise one could hear. They were both at a loss on what to say. Killer’s typical flirtatious attitude was no where to be seen, he was still in shock that the skeleton was standing before him. What could he even say? Thanks for coming? Why are you here? He was the one who hinted at Nightmare coming over in the first place!
“So.... you were expecting me?” Nightmare voice tore him from his thoughts. He looked at him, vision resting on those lonely lips. “Killer?” The eyeless skeleton jumped as he snapped out of the fantasy that had quickly formed in his mind.
“Hm? What? Oh, uh.... no I wasn’t really... expecting anyone.“
“But the lady said-“
“I know what she said.. whether or not I was expecting you- someone is unimportant. What matters is that you’re here.. for some sort of reason right? Something on your mind Nightlight?” Killer tensed when he heard the words escape his lips. He wasn’t supposed to call him that but it was a habit to call him by his nicknames instead of his actual name.
Nightmare however didn’t say anything, in fact his cheeks for a second were flushed with a violet tint. Right a reason... he needed to think of an excuse... he couldn’t just say ‘I’m not sure why I’m here. Kinda wanted to see what would happen.’ Now could he? He pursed his lips together attempting to come up with a believable story.
“Well... you see I wanted to.... apologize... yes apologize! Uh.... I thought about it some more and.... well I shouldn’t have disrespected your found family. Blood or not... you still see Cross as your family er.. a brother. I should’ve been more conscious of that fact. And uh... I don’t think I could’ve slept with it nagging me all night. So... I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t lying... at least not fully anyway. He had contemplated long and hard the words Killer said. Yes, he should’ve listened that day let the other explain his side, but Nightmare was so upset he’d refuse to. It wasn’t something he needed to let Killer know right away. That’s not what was going to keep him up all night. No, had he not arrived he would’ve spent the rest of the night wondering ‘what if I had gone’ ‘what if Killer had something important to say’ ‘what if Killer wanted me there’ just ‘what if....’
“Oh, I see.... well I’m glad Nighty. It means a lot to me... thank you.” Killer smiled, but it wasn’t his classic smirk. It was that tender, warm, and gentle smile that had no right to melt Nightmare’s soul the way it did. Nightmare lifted an arm out to reach for Killer, he longed to pull himself closer, for their lips to touch, he wanted to be embraced against his broad chest.....
But Nightmare dropped his arm to the side.
No. That would be wrong, he’d constantly push Killer away, ignoring him. To pine for him now well.... he didn’t want to be that person. The one who uses someone when it was convenient for them. Except, he wouldn’t necessarily just be using Killer for physical purposes.. he wanted those moments where Killer wrapped him in a protective embrace... where he provided him with comfort... when they just laid in bed enveloped in the others warmth.... he missed it.
But surely the other didn’t care, he always said Nightmare wasn’t just another one of his... buddies. That he was more than that... said he was his friend... and even if that was true... was that it? Was Nightmare really just a friend? A twinge of pain shot through his soul. Yeah, that’s all he should be and that’s all he is.... a friend... Nightmare had made his decision already. He wouldn’t sleep with him any longer... there was no point.
Nightmare moved his weight from one foot to the other. “Right well....” They should just keep their friendship as is. No commitments... and no risk to developing any sort of attachments. Besides, isn’t that what Killer wanted? “That’s all I came here for.. so I guess I should head back now.” He had to leave. The violet skeleton took a few steps towards the door. Leave before he risked breaking down. Leave before his resolve weakened. Leave before-
“Wait!” Killer snatched the smaller skeletons arms, preventing him from walking any further. “Don’t.... I mean, you just got here... you can’t just leave..” What happened? Why did he want to leave? Did he do something wrong again? Everything appeared to be going so well... so why...? Why did Nightmare suddenly feel the urge to leave him alone?
Nightmare froze mid stride. “There’s... there’s nothing for us to talk about right..? Ive apologized... you’ve apologized. I already overstayed my visit... it’s late and we should sleep....” The violet skeleton looked away as to not make eye contact with the taller one. “I have no reason to be here anymore...”
Objectively, yes he was correct. Nightmare had no valid reason to stay in the first place, however he no longer had a reasonable excuse to stay any longer. Killer knew it shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Nightmare was just leaving for the night, surely they’d talk more later. Yet, something was telling him he’d regret letting him leave. He couldn’t understand why, but it was a gut feeling he knew better than to ignore.
“Well.... you’ve already come all this way, it would be rude to leave so soon. Besides, I was just about to watch a movie. Like you said it’s late, you can always go in the morning.” Perhaps Killer wasn’t being fully honest but he wasn’t trying to deceive the smaller skeleton. He was thinking about watching movie, since he wasn’t sure if he would be able to sleep. It was a poor excuse but perhaps it would persuade the other to extend his visit.
Nightmare pursed his lips contemplating his options. He could call his taxi... but it may be a few hours before they arrived, and besides the driver was probably sleeping by now. He could just book another room for tonight, but if Killer was offering... maybe he could just spend the night. As friends! Do nothing more than to just watch the movie. Just what friends do, right? “Alright, since you insist... I guess we could watch a movie together.... as friends...”
Killer smile was so radiant, Nightmare swore it lit up the room. As Killer led the small skeleton to the room with the T.V they began debating what genre they should watch. After much debate that two decided on an action type film. The two settled themselves on the bed and placed a blanket over their legs.
Killer had brought over some wine and popcorn for the two to enjoy as the movie played out. The two actors snickered and giggled as they pointed out several mistakes the main cast were making. Everything seemed to be going well between them at the moment. Just watching a movie, as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. That is of course until Nightmare began leaning against Killer and rested his head on the others shoulder. That was fine right? Friends do that all the time... it’s not what couples do or anything.
The eyeless skeleton shifted as he began to realize what the situation looked like. They were supposed to be hanging out as friends, so how is it that they managed to be all cozy and snuggled up next to each other? The tall skeleton glanced around his room. Wine, snuggling under the blanket, Nightmare resting his head on his shoulder.... it was all too romantic. Killer stiffened as panic began to settle in.
Romance was something Killer ensured to stray away from. It was all too complicated. You let yourself become vulnerable, let your emotions become bare for the world to see, and all because you like someone? That was stupid.
What’s worse is, what if that person didn’t even like you back? You’re left alone, unwanted, and humiliated. Why even risk something like that in the first place? It was best to continue a relationship where you could enjoy the benefits but not be committed to them. Besides, who needs those ridiculous feelings anyway? They’re too much of a hassle. Yet, here he was, in a situation he was sure most would deem as romantic. No, he had to fix that.
As he continued watching the screen he opened his mouth to say “So... you wanna screw?” Was that comment totally inappropriate for this situation? Absolutely. But did it have the effects of he was hoping for? It appeared that it had. He felt how the small skeleton tensed and slowly shifted away from him. The eyeless skeleton chuckled, as he could already feel the piercing stare the other was giving him.
Killer wasn’t being serious, or well not entirely anyway. He just needed a way to dissipate the romantic atmosphere in the room. Sure enough it appeared that it worked as the other huffed in frustration. “You’re unbelievable! We were having a good time then you go and ruin it by being.... well you!”
The eyeless skeleton laughed in response causing the other to become more infuriated. He couldn’t help it, he just loved to tease the smaller skeleton. His reactions were the best, from how he got flustered, embarrassed, annoyed, they were all some of the best reactions he’d ever seen. They were the only person who could entertain him in such a way. And let’s not forget the times he’d surprised Killer, like that one time Nightmare kissed him out of nowhere.
Speaking of kisses... those delicious lips of Nightmare’s sure looked pretty lonely.. he could risk it and steal a quick kiss. Nightmare was already frustrated and annoyed... what’s the worst that could happen? He would probably get slapped, and the smaller skeleton would storm off into the night. Worst case scenario he probably would distance himself. Well, it was a risk he was willing to-
Killer’s eyes widened as the smaller skeleton pressed his lips against his own. Nightmare wasn’t stupid, he’s spent more than enough time with Killer to realize what his intentions were. The eyeless skeleton wasn’t as slick as the thought himself to be. He made it painfully obvious what he was planning on doing. Nightmare feeling spiteful decided he would give Killer a taste of his own medicine. He knew the taller skeleton wouldn’t be expecting this, so why not give him a surprise?
The kiss wasn’t meant to last long, it was supposed to be brief, just enough to fluster the taller skeleton. However, as the seconds ticked by the small skeleton found it increasingly difficult to pull away. Nightmare had forgotten how amazing a simple kiss could be. The kiss was definitely a double edged sword, he didn’t think he’d miss kissing the other this much. Honestly if he wasn’t so prideful, perhaps he would’ve stayed in this position letting himself relish the taste of the kiss. But, he was that prideful and he needed to break the kiss, to not become prey to Killer’s tactics- oh... too late.
After getting over the initial shock, Killer pulled the small skeleton closer tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The eyeless skeleton already knew he’d miss the sensation of the others lips on his but damn.... he really missed him. He thought he would be satisfied with a kiss, but that wasn’t the case. It only served to bring to surface his buried desire for the other. He needed Nightmare with such intensity that he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
With just as much eagerness, Nightmare pressed his body as close as physically possible. The violet skeleton hissed as their teeth clanked a few times, but it was a sensation he welcomed. The kiss was uncoordinated and chaotic, definitely far from romantic. It had become a battle for dominance and neither of them would surrender.
Except, from the position they were in Nightmare had a slight advantage. He could easily press the other against the bed, and that’s exactly what he was planning on doing. Placing his hands against Killer’s chest, Nightmare used the weight of his body to gently ease the other against the mattress.
The violet skeleton wasn’t necessarily expecting to stay in this position long. Because, Killer enjoyed dominating and topping his partners. Nightmare just wanted to have some fun before allowing Killer to regain control. But, he had to admit, he did enjoy how the eyeless skeleton looked underneath him.
After a few minutes the two finally broke the kiss, and hungrily gasped for air. Their faces were flushed with tones of reds and violets, as they held each other’s gaze. Nightmare’s eyelights were sharp and unwavering, different then their first night together.
After settling down, Killer’s body tensed as he realized the position they were in. He was pinned between the bed and Nightmare. When did this happen? Was he so distracted by the kiss that he’d failed to realize what was happening? It appeared that way. He was at a loss on what to do, should he attempt flip them around? Or should he let Nightmare take control tonight? Anxiety began to churn in his non existent stomach.
“I think.... it’s about time... I take control don’t you think?” Nightmare said between breaths. He was mostly teasing. There was no way the other would submit, not when he was such a strong dominant man. He lightly began tracing Killer ribs through his clothes. He might as well enjoy this while he still can. It was only a matter of time before the other flipped them around.
Killer drew in a shaky breath. Nightmare sure looked excited... He supposed he could let the other dominate for once. “Oh.... I suppose you could....” He was nervous. Being in control was something he was comfortable with, because he knew what to expect, he knew what he needed to do, and it was all predictable. Once he let go of that control, he was at the other’s mercy. That thought terrified him. Not knowing what would happen next... it was unnerving. But, he trusted Nightmare. Surely he wouldn’t do anything to harm him.
Nightmare froze, as he registered what the skeleton underneath him just said. Did he hear him correctly? He was letting him take control? This was unexpected, not that he was disappointed or anything. He was rather surprised. He honestly never expected that he’d ever have an opportunity to top Killer. Nightmare let out a quiet “oh.” Well, now that the initial intensity had dissipated he’d have to reestablish the mood once again.
Nightmare paused for a second wait... this would be the perfect opportunity to relish and appreciate Killer’s ribs to the max! A small smile formed on his lips as drool began to pool in his mouth. Nightmare decided to resume his previous activity of just gently running his hands across the others chest, gently tracing his ribs through his clothes. As he did so, the eyeless skeleton cautiously ran a hand up the others leg. He needed to distract himself, he feared if he didn’t the nerves would overtake him.
He shivered as Nightmare continued to delicately run his hands across his chest. It didn’t feel bad, it was a pleasant sensation but he was too focused on remaining calm that he couldn’t fully enjoy it. He had to constantly remind himself that this is what he wanted. Nightmare wouldn’t hurt him. He knew that if he asked the other would stop. But, Killer wanted this... he really truly did. But the anxiety threatened to engulf him completely. Maybe if he ignored it long enough he’d forget about it....
The violet skeleton furrowed his brow bones. He could tell something was wrong, but he wasn’t entirely sure of what the problem was. Something about Killer seemed off, but what exactly? After a few seconds of observing the skeleton underneath him he realized something. The other skeleton seemed stiff... tense... as if he were nervous? No way.... that wasn’t possible was it? Killer being nervous? The same skeleton who was so boisterous when it came to having intimate relationships with others? There was no possible way.. but then why else would he be so tense?
“Killer... are you nervous?” The violet skeleton asked. He wasn’t being judgmental or anything. He was genuinely curious. Nightmare had never seen Killer in such a state before. So, he wanted to clarify with the taller skeleton to see if he was alright. Surely, if he were nervous he’d say something right? Or maybe not.... granted Nightmare wasn’t exactly the best at communicating his concerns either.
Killer’s eyes widened ever so slightly before scoffing in response. “W-what?? No! Im not... Don’t be ridiculous! Y-You’re the nervous shy one! Why would you ask such a stupid question.”
Nightmare narrowed his eyes slightly, not fully convinced by the other’s answer. He leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on the other’s neck. Killer’s nerves betrayed him, causing him to jump and flinch from the contact. He inwardly cursed at himself, ashamed he couldn’t mask his uneasiness. The violet skeleton pulled away- his brow bones knitted together. “You are nervous....”
Why was Killer so nervous? Did it mean he didn’t want Nightmare to top? Then why didn’t he say something earlier? Was it possible Killer didn’t see him as attractive as before? Perhaps he really didn’t want this after all. Nightmare bite his bottom lip, maybe it was a mistake to have stayed after all. “I shouldn’t have come..... I should probably go....”
Go...? As in leave? No... That’s not what Killer wanted. Despite what his nerves displayed he wanted Nightmare.... he did want this.... it didn’t feel bad... but unfortunately his anxiety was taking over. His fears refused to allow him to relax to enjoy this moment.
He felt the small skeleton begin to climb off, and panic enveloped his senses. No! He immediately reached out for Nightmare’s arm holding him in place. He opened his mouth to say ‘Stay’ but no words came out. Why...? Just why was he like this....? It wasn’t a complicated task... but his body refused to cooperate.
After a few seconds Killer responded with “Fine... I just... don’t get topped often.. it’s been a while since the last time....” His voice strained as he explained himself. He gritted his teeth together. He was absolutely pathetic! Why was he so scared to let go of control?? He wanted this so bad but why did his nerves betray him!! Nightmare wasn’t the type of person who would deliberately hurt him, he knew that! But his stupid mind created the worst case scenarios, and he was powerless to stop it. He just needed to get over it!
Their eyes locked together, and where words failed him- Killer’s eyes did not. Nightmare could see it, even without eyelights it was evident to him what the other was thinking. He was nervous, scared, he felt vulnerable. And even so he could see Killer wanted this as much as he did. He knew better than anyone what that feeling was like, because that was him not long ago. Killer had helped ease his concerns and fears, now it was his turn to return the favor.
“You know.... you have pretty eyes...” The violet skeleton quietly stated as their eyes remained locked together.
Killer’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his chest still pounding from the nerves that refused to disappear. “W-what...?” He wasn’t sure if he heard correctly, what did his eyes have to do with anything?
Nightmare slowly leaned down ensuring he wouldn’t startle the skeleton underneath him. He gently rested his head in the crook of his neck, gently nuzzling it. “You have beautiful eyes...” he repeated himself once more. He placed a soft and delicate kiss on Killer’s neck.
Killer’s breath hitched. Oh... funny how those simple words could have such an impact. His stiff shoulders loosened, evidence that what Nightmare was doing aiding in easing Killer’s anxiety. Nightmare continued to let his head rest near Killer’s neck, allowing him to grow accustomed to it. He wondered... would saying these words in his native tongue make a difference?
“Tienes unos ojos tan bellos... me recuerdan de una noche bajo la luna...” (You have such beautiful eyes... they remind me of a night under the moon...)
“...........”
“Podría mirar entre tus ojos toda una interinidad... nunca me podría cansarme de ellos...” (I could stare at them forever.... I could never grow tired of them...)
How could words he couldn’t understand alleviate his nerves and anxiety? Causing them to dissipate into the air? Killer wasn’t entirely sure, but he thoroughly enjoyed having the small skeleton’s soothing voice whisper in his ‘ear.’ It was a blanket of comfort and warmth that helped ease his worries away. He felt protected... he felt safe.. Huh... strange. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt so at peace before, it was.... nice.
Was this a romantic moment..? He wasn’t sure and right now he didn’t care. It was so calming, soothing, unhurried... a complete 180 then what he was used to... and frankly he wanted to absorb it all. Lost in the tender moment they were sharing, Killer couldn’t help but whisper “Moonpie...”
Nightmare froze as the word spilled from Killer’s mouth. He had grown accustomed to hearing the other’s nicknames for him but he’d never heard this one before. Especially not hearing him say it in such an endearing way. “Moonpie.... I... I don’t know what you said but.... please... say it again.”
The violet skeleton took a shuddering breath. It was strange seeing Killer in such a state of vulnerability, it awakened something within him. A sense of possessiveness...? He wasn’t sure if that was the right word, possibly protectiveness... he wanted to provide Killer with anything that he asked for... he wanted to make him feel good... hear him whine and cry out from pleasure... and maybe he could...
“Tus ojos son como una noche bajo las estrellas que iluminan la noche oscura... Me encantan tus ojos.. son tan hermosos...” (Your eyes are like the night sky under the stars that illuminate the dark night.... I love you eyes.... they’re so beautiful....) Nightmare slowly pulled away and gently cupped the skeleton’s face, carefully tracing his cheekbones. “Son un tesoro maravilloso para mi...” (They’re a marvelous treasure for me...)
Killer’s cheeks burned as he stared into those beautiful violet orbs. He was at the complete mercy of the skeleton on top of him, and he was enjoying it. He didn’t mind, not anymore. He knew he was safe, knew there was nothing to worry about, he knew that Nightmare would take care of him. Slowly, he slide a hand underneath Nightmare’s shirt tracing his bottom rib. The small skeleton shivered in response, those fingertips were cool against his heated bones. He took this as a sign to continue, and cautiously leaned down to press his lips against Killer’s.
It was soft and tender. No grating pressure or an intense need to rush, it was relaxed and sweet. It wasn’t like the one that sent an electric current through his bones. No, this was a kiss that gradually warmed their bones from the very core. This kiss was different from the rest they’d both had ever experienced, and they’d be lying if they said they didn’t like it.
Killer didn’t protest his body remained laxed as the kiss carried on, nightmare slowly lifted Killer’s shirt. Allowing him enough time to stop him if he wished, but Killer didn’t put up any resistance or trace of unease. Nightmare gulped as he removed Killer’s shirt exposing his ribs. He hummed as he gazed at his bones. The violet skeleton lightly pressed his lips against the ribs “Tus costillas también son hermosas...” (Your ribs are also beautiful...)
Killer shuddered at his words, he could only assume Nightmare was talking about his ribs. Especially with how intense he was staring at them. It felt strange having someone be so gentle with him. Not bad... just new. The eyeless skeleton swallowed hard as he gathered the courage to remove nightmare’s shirt. The skeleton in question didn’t rush the other, he was patient, allowing the taller to move at his own pace. It was a simple thing to do.. and Killer appreciated the action.
After a few seconds, Killer successfully removed the article of clothing. Man, he’d never seen a set of ribs as beautiful as his. Killer gently traced the smaller’s spine, carefully allowing his hand to glide up his back. He’d always admired Nightmare’s ribs but he never realized how porcelain white they really were. He supposed, that he never realized the small details when he was excited to rush the process.
Killer carefully wrapped his arms around Nightmare, urging him to lean down and press their bodies together once more. Their lips brush against each other. It was still unhurried, soft, and gentle. Funny how such a delicate sensation could have him crave for more. Killer had completely submitted himself to Nightmare, melting under his touch. The two continued on relishing the newfound sensation that this night brought. No need to rush... no time for desperation to settle in... they were just letting the warmth of the other blanket their entire beings as the night progressed.
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The two skeletons lay wrapped underneath the blankets, unwinding from the events that unfolded. Killer was more than satisfied with how the night played out, if the blissful smile on his face was anything to go by. He hummed quietly letting his heavy eyelids close. He felt so at peace that it only took seconds before he let the exhaustion consume him. Nightmare on the other hand had his eyes wide open. He couldn’t sleep. How could he? Nothing made any sense.. not with how this night started and especially not with how it ended
I mean first Killer apologized to him, practically wanted him to go to his hotel room, and what does nightmare do? He decides to pay the eyeless skeleton a visit. Next, Nightmare apologized which Killer accepted, and just as he was about to leave the other stopped him. He furrowed his brow bones together. Weren’t they meant to just watch a movie as friends? So, how was it that they ended up... like this? Nightmare could blame and say that Killer was going to kiss him either way, but that wasn’t the whole truth. No, had he really wanted he could’ve left-
A soft peaceful sigh escaped Killer’s lips as he shifted to face the violet skeleton, his eyes still closed. This small little action distracted Nightmare from his thoughts. Such delicate and tranquil features displayed on Killer’s sleeping face. The taller’s skeletons chest rose and fell evenly, and Night felt his soul skip a beat. It was similar to that morning after their first night. When he’d resist the urge to kiss the other, but today was different.
He wasn’t scared anymore, he wasn’t angry nor bitter, there was no negative emotions that impaired his thoughts. No, just an undeniable warmth that swirled within his core. He shook his head attempting to push those emotions aside. He wasn’t an idiot... or he liked to think he wasn’t.
Nightmare stared at the skeleton before lightly tracing the sleeping skeleton’s lips. Finally, he gave in to his desire, that he once ignored that morning and brushed his lips against the others for a few seconds
A small smile formed on his lips as he turned around in the sheets. He should get some rest, surely it was the lack of sleep that was clouding his judgment. What else would explain these strange emotions that kept probing at his soul.
Because, he’d be a fool to fall for a playboy sleep around, right?