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Nightmare groaned as he looked down at the stacked mounts of paperwork that never seems to go down despite him working endless hours on the work. His tentacles withered as they cramped and clumped together. Ignoring the ache in his spine, Nightmare twirled the pen between his acid-covered phalanges before starting to write. It didn't take long before a knock sounded through his dark office. He glanced up, a tinge of annoyance edging at him. He sighed, putting his pen down and holding his skull up with the back of his hand. "Come in." He commanded, as the door creaked softly.
In poked was a skull, unsurprisingly, as a red and white bright eyelight stared back at him. He felt himself sigh even further. Of course it was Cross, his lover was always aiming to get him out of his work. "Are you in need of something Cross?" Cross chuckled and entered the room. As Nightmare watched with an unimpressed eyelight. "Hey Darkmoon, you've been in here for a while." Cross started, moving towards the acid-covered skeleton. "There is work to be done and finished." Nightmare shot back, before giving a rough flinch as his clavicles were gripped softly.
He looked at Cross with a narrowed socket. "Cross." Nightmares tone was warning. "I have work to do." Cross sighed and shook his skull. Pulling at Nightmares chair, Cross grabbed and picked up the smaller skeleton. The tentacles immediately moving to strike Cross down before they froze and cramped. A wince breaking through Nightmares facade as his tentacles fell slack. Holding Nightmare to his ribcage, Cross started towards the door to leave. The stubborn skeleton gave minimal struggle, being to tight to want to move right now.
Cross huffed and hugged Nightmare close to him, amused by the guardians attitude towards taking a break. Opened their door room, Cross laid Nightmare on the bed. Gently hovering over the cramped and clumpy guardian. Nightmare groaned, adjusting so he wasn't so heavily on his tentacles. The heterochromic skeleton smiled and hugged Nightmare to his chest. Leaning up with Nightmare on his lap and leaned against him. Cross purred and gave his lover a few nuzzles. Nightmare seemed to melt into them as he reluctantly returned them.
His hands wondered to Nightmares jacket, starting to take the jacket off. The side now falling down Nightmares shoulders, revealing the smooth and cold bone. Cross leaned forward and started to give the bone kisses and small nips. Nightmare exhaling in slight pleasure. Not enough to turn him on but enough to be pleasing. Cross would like to pride himself in thinking he knows Nightmare incredibly well. So he continued to take off the article of clothing before he threw it to the couch across the room. Nightmare leaned into the touch Cross offered him, even if slightly hesitant.
Purring, Cross worked Nightmares turtleneck off. Giving gentle kisses along the way. Nightmare rumbled lowly, as if trying to hold in his reciprocated purrs. That was okay with Cross, he knew and understood that despite the stubborn attitude, Nightmare was being pleased by him. With Nightmares ribcage and vertebrae now exposed to him, Cross laid the smaller down on his spine. Careful not to discomfort the appendages that protrude his lovers vertebrae. Leaning down, Cross started to kiss and nip at the bone.
Smooth yet roughed up, uneven. Invisible scars that stories were covered by the acid. Yet the rough shape they were in couldn't be hidden. The chips that could catch your clothes or scratch your bones. The cracks that spiderweb throughout all the bone that you could slide the top of your phalange inside of. The little indents from where the bone had to heal and form scars that didn't match the rest of the bones. Cross felt and kissed each one, showing the love the guardian deserves but wasn't given. That will change, Cross will make sure of it. He will give everything for Nightmare, all his love, all his strength, all his body, all his soul. Everything that he has is Nightmares, everything.
No matter what others think, this was his choice. He wants to be Nightmares everything as much as he wants Nightmare to be his. The ultimate trade, himself for Nightmare. He didn't find so many cons in such a trade. Not when he glanced up and saw how peaceful Nightmare seemed. How relaxed these gentle touches and kisses made Nightmare, all given so willingly by him. He doesnt care what others think, Nightmare isn't all they chuck him up to be. Soft and gentle moments such as this proves this. A side only he and the gang get the beautiful pleasure of witnessing.
Sure, Nightmare was strict and brutal in training and rules. But he cared, even if it was in his own way of showing it. He cared, and truely, that's all Cross needs to know. He'll be Nightmares loyal soldier for the rest of his mortal life. His calloused and rough phalanges gently slide down Nightmares smooth bones. As they peaked down and at the rim of Nightmare shorts. This caused the skeleton below to slowly and hazily glance at Cross. Wondering if the other wanted to take this a step further. He shook his skull, purring lightly. "Relax." He spoke softly, not a whisper but not loud.
He didn't want to ruin this soft moment, he wasn't aroused by just the sight of Nightmare. Yes, he loved to look at him, but he had self-control. He wasn't going to allow himself to get so worked up over something soft and gentle. "I'll take care of you Darkmoon." He smiled, as Nightmare gave a light hum. Closing his socket once more and relaxing his tense and tight body. Cross could feel clumps in Nightmares acid. He was stressed and cramped, being bunched up in his office for hours on end wasn't doing the tense bone any good. Cross was going to change that, he was going to help Nightmare feel better.
Pulling Nightmare shorts down, and off with his socks. Cross looked down at his completely bare and trusting lover. It gave him warmth knowing that Nightmare trusted him know to allow Cross to be so incredibly close to him when so venerable. He vowed to never lose such trust in him, he leaned down and gave Nightmares pubis a light kiss. He got a small wiggle in return but otherwise Nightmare didn't reject the movement. He purred, reaching up and taking his scarf out from under the straps that held it in place. Giving Nightmares femur a kiss, causing a purr.
Now taking the scarf out from behind him, he slithered it out from under the top strap on the front. Giving Nightmares sternum a multitude of kisses, making sure to shower every inch of the blade shaped bone love. Reaching up and behind him, he unclipped the exe that kept his top strap secure. Letting his scarf now fall slack over his body. The two ends, one being the scarf that everyone sees and the other being the exe clip, handing and draping so beautifully over Nightmares bare bones. Truely a work of beauty, Nightmare was.
Cross couldn't find himself to take the scarf off Nightmare when it covered him so barely yet beautifully. So he took his hood off, and let the article fall completely ontop of Nightmare like a royal lingerie. He glanced up, noticing that Nightmare had the tiniest bit of teal on his cheekbones. He smiled, leaning up and using one hand to cup Nightmares cheekbone. Causing the skeleton to open his socket, the small eyelight a gentle heart. Leaning down, Cross connected their mouths as he passionately and gently kissed the guardian beneath him.
Nightmare hummed before reciprocating the kiss. The tentacles withering painfully around as they traveled like worms around the bed. Cross purred and detached from the kiss, giving his nasal bone a kiss. Nightmare glanced at Cross, before closing his socket and letting Cross do as he pleases with his bare and venerable body. The monochrome skeleton smiled, lifting Nightmare and bringing the small but powerful and deadly skeleton onto his ribcage. Shrugging off his short-sleeved open jacket and let it join the floor in company. Nightmare blinked at the new position, but leaned into Cross and hummed. Closing his socket and finding this so incredibly comfortable. The pressure released from his tentacles as the appendages moved around curiously. Not being mindful much as Nightmare was to relaxed to focus on what they were doing.
Cross found that incredibly adorable but pushed that aside in favor of his hands gently wondering over the the cracked and broken spine where the tentacles protruded. Slowly, he placed his back against the bedhead and with Nightmare on him, he rubbed his thumb into the middle of the four protrusions. This caused Nightmare to jolt and give a light gasp. Cross hugged Nightmare closed his his left arm as his right hand rubbed at the four tentacles. Nightmare gave soft exhales and whines as he was touched in such a sensitive area. He tried to move away in discomfort but with how he was being held. He couldn't, not without forcing himself out.
Cross kissed Nightmare skull as if to reassure him. "Relax.." Cross repeated, kissing him again. Nightmare was tense once more, feeling more venerable now that Cross was touching his tentacles so..gently. He wiggled, exhaling a wispy moan. Cross purred and nuzzled Nightmare comfortingly, continuing his motion of rubbing all the uneven clumps in Nightmares base. Uncramping the tense limbs from their disturbed strung. Cross continued to pepper Nightmare in love kisses and nuzzles as he works down the tentacles. Going one by one and rubbing out the uneven acid and letting it run smoothly once more.
Nightmares body, against his own will, relaxed once more. The exhales never stopping as Cross held the tendril like a snake. Using his thumb to rub over the acid. Making small circular motions with his thumb over any tight and clumped together areas. Doing this slowly and softly until there were none left. Going to the next tentacle, Cross continued this action. Eventually, around halfway through the second tentacles. Nightmare fell into a dreamless sleep, leaning and purring softly into Crosses clavicle. This caused him to smile, seeing how Nightmare trusted him so wholly to be completely unguarded. It was truely a gift Cross didn't know whether he deserved. He didn't care, he was a selfish monster.
Whether he deserves to have Nightmare didn't matter to him. Because Nightmare is his and he'd be damned if morals and what is wrong or right stopped him. With all tentacles close and now flicking so calmly. Cross readjusted both of them to be laying down. Pulling Nightmare to his chest and purring as the tentacles unconsciously hugged him closely. He's selfish and will take Nightmare as his whether he deserved the guardian or not. Because Nightmare accepted him, and he wasn't going to destroy his happiness over something as petty as insecurities.
He'll be with Nightmare forever, by his side as his loyal soldier and mate. Will forever protect Nightmare with his body and soul. Never let a single soul cause Nightmare anymore pain then the smaller has already gone through. He doesn't care if Nightmare loses himself sometimes, gets angry or stressed. He will be there, to comfort, to calm, to love. He will always be Nightmares pillar. Willing to help and hold Nightmare whenever he is needed. Always there to care and assist Nightmare as he carries and develops their children. Willing to kiss Nightmare everyday, every night and anytime in-between.
He held Nightmare close and laid his skull on top of Nightmares. Purring gently, as he smiled. He wouldn't trade this for anything. He was happy, very happy…he loves Nightmare. Intertwining their legs, Cross gently and slowly worked out of his turtleneck. Feeling how cold Nightmares body was. It was always so cold, Cross was always so warm. He smiled, easily using his legs to kick off his shorts. Now, holding Nightmare entirely against his body. Cross closed his socket, relaxing into the feeling of their bare bones touching. Nightmare cooling Cross as Cross warms Nightmare. Yeah..he wouldn't trade this for anything.