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Cross pushed his face further into Nightmares chest. The soft flesh cold against him yet he didn't pull away from the freezing touch. He held the breast gently, kneading them around his skull as his skull was lit bright lavender. Nightmare looked down at him with a raised bonebrow. Obviously amused by Crosses flustered state concerning her breasts. Cross voidly ignored the look, exhaling softly into the flesh as he rubbed his cheekbone against the chest he so joyfully kneaded. Nightmare gave a hum, readjusting her state as Cross straddled her. Their bare pelvises touching lewdly despite Cross not attempting to touch her besides her chest. Neither were really aroused at the moment. Crosses attention was purely on Nightmares chest as Nightmare focused on the gentle and pleasing touch. Her tentacles were nesting them, supporting her like a nest of smooth and freezing pillows. Cross has both legs on either side of Nightmares legs, his ribcage connecting with Nightmares spine as he kissed, nuzzled and kneaded the fake-flesh. The fake-flesh that Nightmare usually had summoned due to comfort in having them out. Most of the time, they weren't a problem. She wasn't so overly large that she became a distraction but she wasn't small that her chest didn't bulge in loose clothing. Cross exhaled, closing his socket before lifting up from where he had slight teal imprints on his cheekbones from her breasts. Nightmare hummed, looking down up at Cross curiously. Before giving a slight surprise noise as Cross kissed her. She wiggled, her breasts moving with her movements. She bent lightly, her pelvis more to the side. Exhaling softly, she returned the kiss. Cross purring at the reciprocation. Their mouths moved in sync, Cross leading the movement as Nightmare followed professionally. Cross moved further up, now laying on Nightmares chest as he connected them. Slowly moving their mouths passionately as Cross tried to seep all of his love and loyalty for the guardian in front of him into the motion. Let Nightmare drown in the emotions that she caused Cross to be so filled with. Nightmare wisply exhaled, briefly sounding like a gentle moan. The top was pleased he caused such a noise. Prehabs later he will take things a bit further and make Nightmare scream him name. That sounds pleasing, definitely a plan he'll have to create thoroughly if he wants to succeed and escape alive. He thinks it's worth the chance of death. Especially if it means he can see Nightmare in such a venerable and dazed state. He purred into the kiss, it rumbled between them causing Nightmare to glance at him. He looked back, his eyelights hearted. Nightmare closed her socket, allowing Cross the pleasure of kissing him without a break. Deeping the passion filled kiss, Cross found himself thanking that they were skeletons. He held reached up and scrunched the sheets beside Nightmares skull into his fist. They tightened as the kiss got deeper and more filled with want. He shook, his bones giving a gentle rattle in the dimmed room. Nightmare grinned into the kiss, seemingly amused by how effected Cross was from this all. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his vertebrae. Pulling him down and completely squishing her breasts against his ribcage. His fists tighten further, the sheets threatening to rip from the tight grip the clothe found itself in. He bit at Nightmares teeth, giving gentle marks to them as he kissed further and deeper. Nightmare wiggled further, her inverted nipples rubbing so seductively against Crosses ribcage. With a deep nip, Nightmare gave a rough cut-off exhale when Cross forced his tongue inside of her mouth. She huffed, their tongues fighting against each other as Cross worked on claiming every inch of her mouth. While Nightmare focused on the taste of Cross, her forked tongue curling and twisting around Crosses. Cross didn't allow Nightmare the pleasure of taking any dominance in this fight. Nipping and sucking on her tongue roughly, claiming her mouth with his own lavender saliva. He hoped that Nightmares mouth will forever have a taint of lavender. Proving to everyone that Nightmare is his and his only. He doesn't want to share, he's selfish. He's a selfish monster, and he's very willing with that factor. He's willing to cut down anyone who dares to think they have even the slightest chance with his guardian. He pulled on Nightmares tongue, getting a groan from the female. He disconnected the kiss but pulled Nightmares tongue gently with him. His tongue restrictive and tight around the snake-like tongue. Nightmare lightly moaned, her eyesocket opening to stare at Cross. Wondering what suddenly came over him to cause such a spike of possessiveness. Cross ignored that, he was to focused on sucking on her tongue. Before he leaned back down and connected them once more. Letting her tongue go as he let go, her tongue stuck out along with his as a string of teal and lavender kept them unphysically connected. Cross purred, licking away the string of their Intertwined tastes and into his mouth. Nightmare looked at Cross, who stared down at Nightmare with a sort of lust. The heated moment not pausing for a moment. Cross leaned down and started to kiss her vertebrae. Becoming increasingly pleased when she moved her skull so he can access up to where it connected to her skull. He gave small marks up her vertebrae, leaving a trail of his bites that was followed by a kiss each time. Reaching up, he kissed the bottom of her mandible before going up and continuing his prideful trail of marks. Then, right when he kissed below her teeth. He kissed her deeply once more, leaving no room to fight as he pushed further. His tongue licking over her teeth before entering her mouth with a purge. Sucking and pulling roughly yet so passionately at her tongue. Nightmare struggled to keep still, her arms falling down and laying limply besides her skull. Right besides Crosses clenched grip. Her arms reached up and above her, gripping at the pillows for some type of stability against the hostile attack Cross presued on her so mercilessly. That didn't deter nor motivate Cross to lest some mercy. In fact, it made Cross get more aggressive. Pushing his tongue down her throat. Overpowering the teal that was homed to the cavern. Filling it with an unfamiliar and invasive color of lavender. It pleased Cross to no end to know that he was dominating Nightmares mouth so pleasurably. That he had claimed Nightmare as his. If the lavender dared to be chased away by the teal inhibitors. He will just return to force more of his taste into her. The teal and lavender will become one. Both learning to inhabit the dark skeletons mouth with the taste of apple and chocolate. Good, Cross wants everyone to know who the queen belonged to. That is, if someone dared to get close enough and had enough balls to force themselves onto Nightmares mouth like a roach. He would cut them down before they could. Watch as they bleed onto the ground they so disgracefully walked on. He felt Nightmare wrap her tongue around his. He purred into the touch, his lovers tongue much longer then his own. That didn't stop him from pushing his tongue as far as the limb would go. He let Nightmare cover his own mouth in teal. Not as much, nor as inhabiting as his own action. But enough to have his mouth tasting of apples. Sweet apples~ the forbidden fruit within the gang. The trio and their companions weren't aware of why apples were so severely banned and punished. Cross did, he was very, very aware. Afterall, he was the first one to ever get the pleasure of laying his greedy tongue on Nightmares own apple. The beautiful black apple with hints of teal boarding the outlines. So pleasuringly connecting and rubbing it with his own upside down heterochromic heart. Letting them seep together and form one connection of a apple with an exe engraved into it. Two hallow hearts crossing around the soul. A protective layer Cross would forever use to keep Nightmare alive. He was the first to ever learn the reason to such a rule. He was the first since joining the gang to be able to eat apples. Not the red fruit, nor the green one, but the black one that he claimed so wholly. So tenderly and carefully eatting out the apple that Nightmare possessed as a show of his entire being. Their tongues twined and twisted, becoming a tangled mess of limbs that heated up hotter and hotter by the moment. Cross rejoiced in the small exhales and noises he elicited from Nightmare so easily by the use of only his tongue. The small guardian twitched underneath Cross. Unconsciously rubbing their pelvises together in such a way Cross was convinced it wasn't so unconsciously. He narrowed his sockets down at Nightmare, who had long since closed hers in order to focus on steading her ever breaking facade of calmness. Cross purred, his tongue sliding over his lovers. Deciding to please his guardian, Cross gave a deep nip to his own tongue. Letting the lavender thick liquid squeeze its way through the newly intentional wound. Nightmares socket shot open the moment she tasted the blood. Her eyelight wavering to change into a heart. She purred, starting to drink the blood up so pleasuringly. She had a thing for blood, for his blood. It pleased her, if it pleased her, he was content with having self-inflicted scars on his tongue. Getting the reaction he so desired, Nightmare sucked on Crosses tongue to get more of the liquid. A sweet darkly honey insounding purr rumbled from the female. Her tone so pleased and pleasured, so sweet and joyful, yet so dark and evil. He loved it, he couldn't get enough of Nightmare sucking on his tongue so excitedly. All for the simple price of some pain and new scars, quite the simple choice. Nightmare gripped the pillows tighter as his mouth was filled with the oh so overwhelming taste of Crosses delicious blood. Her socket fell slowly, squinting so dazingly at her lover. She wondered why the monochrome soldier has such a powerful dominance over her. She was Nightmare! Guardian of negativity. Reduced to a panting, dazed, and moaning mess from a simple heated tongue tied kiss. It was quite humiliating, Cross could break her facade so easily. Brush her tentacle, hover over her, kiss her mandible, intertwin their phalanges, truely; Cross held to much power over someone who could so easily dust him with a flick of her tentacles. It irritated Nightmare to no end, to find someone who should be so below her converting her to such an inspicable mess was so disgraceful for someone of her calabor. Yet, she didn't find herself complaining when Cross pushed her down and recked her insides with such love and possessiveness. It showed that she was wanted, her; guardian and queen of negativity: wanted by some lowly guard who lost everything only to gain something so much better. Nightmare wondered sometimes what went through her lovers mind when she is torturing and murdering the lives of innocent civilians for no more reason then her own desire for negativity. She wondered if he ever linked her destruction to what he had to go through in his own AU. Yet, found herself answering her own wonderactions when some monster had the balls to come up and grip her so lewdly. Only to be so mercilessly cut and tortured for months on end by her overprotective lover. Cross let go of her, as she gave rough and cut-off exhales. Heavy and out of unnecessary breath. Her mouth was tainted lavender, so heavily lavender. Blood stuck to her tongue, leaked from the corners of her teeth. Tainted her teal mouth the color of her lover so claimingly. Cross looked at Nightmare with a much pleased expression. Watching as he had created such a daze, aroused, and out of breath masterpiece. He purred, leaning down and licking, kissing and nipping at the females vertebrae. Before he spoke so softly, so tenderly, yet with so much damn desire that Nightmare couldn't control how aroused she got from it. "Were not yet done here, Darkmoon~"