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“And what do you think the word is lucky contestant!?” said the announcer on the TV. The contestant thought for a bit as the camera zoomed in on them. “is the word ‘robotic?’” a pause, then red light flashed on the screen with a big buzz. “oh I'm sorry that was not the word. The word was actually—” the TV was soon turned off before the announcer could finish, the tv remote being put down right beside him as the castle hung silent.
Killer groans and lies back on the couch as dust was beside him reading a book, as one does. “Nothing good on TV and I'm getting bored!” he complained. Horror was out on a mission with Nightmare, so it was just killer and dust in the castle. For once killer decided not to annoy Dust for the moment they are alone, mainly cause the last time they were left alone in the castle they got into a big fight and destroyed the place, getting themselves in trouble. So they promised they won't get into any more fights, and Killer promised to leave Dust alone when they were alone together as well.
The boredom was getting to him, he wanted to mess with dust a bit, get himself annoyed. Not enough to start a fight of course, but just one to annoy him a little. He leaned over to see what book the hooded skeleton was reading. Wasn't much to his surprise it was a novel about dark shit. But looking at one of the pages the skeleton was reading he could see a few words.
‘…the two stared at one another under the moonlight, as the vampire leaned in and kissed the scared mortal. A howl cries in the distance making the two break apart…’
Killer smirked, getting an idea. He spoke up, but was immediately cut off by Dust's hand shoving his face away from him. “Buzz off killer, let me read in peace!” he groans, annoyed but continues to smirk with a small laugh. “Fine fine… I'll leave yeah… you're probably not a good kisser anyways” Dust gave the other a side eye from under his hood. Watching the other face the turned off TV with his cheeky smirk of his. He looked back at his book, retracing and seeing the line of the two main characters kissing and looking back at killer. “Real funny kills. Not happening.”
The other turned his face, “What do you mean ‘not happening’!? I'm just saying you're probably not even a good kisser if—” the other cut him off. “I know what you're doing, I'm not kissing you. Keep dreaming…” killer kept smirking at him, before finally looking away. “Fine… though I don't know about you but… I think id be a great kisser!” That immediately got Dust's attention, closing his book with a sharp laugh. “Yeah right, you're not a good kisser.”
“Hmm… I don't know about that dust~, I think I would be a good kisser…”
“Like you would ever” dust said rolling his eye lights at him”
“How would you even know!”
“How don't I know?”
“Im a good kisser and I'm sure of it!”
“If your so sure then Mr smart guy, prove it then pussy”
“oh bet~”
Killer purred and he grabbed Dust's book out of his hands and set it down, moving over and placing a hand on his cheek. Dust sighed and placed his hands around killer's waist as they stared into each other's eye sockets. “Well… your move~” the black tears skeleton softly said, letting dust take the lead. Well dust had to admit one thing, when it comes to killer he doesn't push with him. Killer knows his limits when it comes to dust, so he knows when not to push or force things, which he appreciates a lot. So with a small nod, he took the lead and leaned in, kissing killer.
It was… soft. Simple, even. Sweet.
Then it got a little rougher with killer moving his “lips” around and eventually dust tilting his head so they could get a better feeling. Simple. Soft. And… surprisingly, enjoyable. Not like dust was going to admit that, though maybe killer was… a decent kisser. This wasn't so bad. But right before dust was going to pull back, killer bit his bottom ‘lip’. The hell!? He opened his eye sockets, not even realizing he even closed them in the first place. He saw killer looking back at him with pleading eyes, wanting something. Almost as if reading killer's mind he opened his mouth and the other skeleton's touch went in. It felt weird. The hooded skeleton wasn't sure how to feel about this.
Thankfully it didn't last too long as killer pulled back, breaking the kiss as small bit of saliva connected the two, shortly breaking however. “So…” killer started, taking a small break to breathe even though they didn't need to being skeletons. “I'm a good kisser? Right?” Dust just stared, he wasn't sure what to think. In all honesty, he hasn't kissed anyone so this was a first… probably killer's first as well now thinking about it. “I… guess… but still unsure…” killer nodded and got off him, letting him go and making Dust's hand drift back to his own sides.
His face felt warm, both of their faces felt warm, could see it on their faces too now thinking of it.
“I guess I have to give credit where due… your bot a bad kisser yourself dust…” killer smiles, but the other could tell it wasn't his fake smile he tends to wear every day. This one was different. A much more warmer smile, a more real smile. One that shot right through Dust's soul. Why did it?
“Well.. I guess I'll leave you to your book now! Enjoy reading!”
Killer teleported away before Dust could even say anything. Make killer stay long. He looked at his book then to the stairs that led to all their rooms. Sipping the saliva from his mouth he stood up and started walking over to the stairs. They haven't decided a winner, and killer knew that. He wasn't going to let that end so shortly, not this soon. As they climbed the stairs and walked down the hall, down to killer's room. He could feel his soul beating faster, his breathing getting heavier. Stars why was he doing this? It was just a kiss. He didn't even want to kiss Killer so why was he going to him to kiss him AGAIN!?
Now standing in front of killer's door, dust hesitated on knocking or speaking. He could hear killer talk to himself inside, probably rambling about their kiss. Couldn't blame him, he was also pretty worked up from it. He took a deep breath, put his hand down and just spoke up. “Killer… we… um… we haven't really… Yknow, decided a real winner…” killers ramble stopped as he listened to dust outside his door. “Yes we did, we agreed I was the better kisser!” he spoke up enough for dust to hear him, unable to hide his slight nervousness in his voice. Dust sighs, placing his hand on the door and he leans forward. “No… no we didn't, while I did agree I also said I was unsure… I- I-I... Um…” his words cut short as they caught tight in this ‘throat’. Was he really going to ask killer to kiss again? All for what?
The doorknob turned and the door opened, killer staring from the other side, the faint red blush on his face. Dust had never seen killer this… scared? Nervous? Unsure? Either way, he never seen killer like this, it was a bit cute. Killer's soul slowly spun as he opened the door all the way to let the other come in, trying not to step or trip over the clothes that were on the floor, killer closing the door behind him. They sat down on the bed, the room pretty quiet other than the soft meows that came from killer's closet. Of course, he snuck cats in, surprised he didn't get caught yet if being honest to himself. “So… you really wanna kiss again?” killer asked, slightly looking at him.
Dust just stared at the messy floor, thoughts all over the place in his skull. “I well… the first one wasn't... bad… I guess… so uhh…”
“What about the others? What if horror and nightmare come back as we are… Yknow, kissing?”
Dust raised his head at the realization. What if they did come back? Walk in on them kissing? Horror would laugh at them for who knows how long, bring it up every chance he got. And nightmare… oh he would be pissed. More pissed than any moment Hi and Killer got into a fight and ruined the place. He got out his phone and checked his messages with horror.
Horror: finished the mission but the stars came. Might be back in like 10 to 15 mins!
“We have like… maybe 10 minutes or less?” he says, putting his phone away. He looked at killer who still looked nervous. Guess he wasn't expecting Dust to want this again. Valid. This isn't something he would do, not even to killer out of anyone. “You wanna just… go for it—like… do it, no thoughts just do?” the skeleton finally spoke, placing a hand on the hooded skeleton's shoulder as he moved closer to the other. Dust thought for a bit, it would prob be best they just get it over with. One more round of this… “kiss battle”… just one more round. “Yeah, let's do it.”
A warm smile lighting on killer's face, he put a leg over Dust as he leaned in and kissed him. Both of their eye sockets going to a close as the kiss quickly deepens. ‘Lips’ moved along one another as dust pulled killer closer, pulling him into his lap. Once again, thank you killer bit down and dust open his mouth, letting killer's tongue come in. It was the same as last time, it felt just the same too, the only difference was killer being more confident, putting his tongue deeper into the other's mouth. He explored inside his mouth, leaned more into dust as it continued. Killer was taking lead—well till he felt something move, he felt Dust's tongue starting to move—Dust was fighting back, moving his tongue to battle agents' killers. How funny. Well if it's a battle dust wanted, a battle he’ll get!
The skeleton fought back, tangling his tongue with the others as he kept leaning forward, pressing against the hooded skeleton's body who was actively pulling him closer. How long were they at this? Definitely longer than 5 minutes by now right? Both their heads were getting quite lightheaded, felt like this kissing battle was going on forever…
Then dust heard his phone buzz and snapped out of it. Killer pulled back, now suddenly pinning dust down on the bed as both breathe heavily, staring hazily at one another. Maroon saliva connected their mouth before breathing shortly after. the phone buzzed again. Dust trying fetching for his phone but to surprised his hoodie was off? He looked down and saw it on the ground along with killers jacket. “I—ill get it…” killer said with a slight husky voice. He leaned down and grabbed dusts phone out of the hoodies pocket and handed it to him. He thanked him, his voice also slightly husky.
Opening his open he saw he had 5 missed messages from horror and one form nightmare. how did he not hear the other notifications!?
Horror: hey just finished the battle with the star sanses. Horror: Heading back now Horror: they had cross on their side this time! Horror: it was crazy! Horror: hey you there?
Nightmare/Boss: the castle better not be in shambles when we get back dust!
“fuuckkk…” dust complained as he dropped his phone back on his hoodie on the floor, covering his face with his hands. Killer just continued to stared down at him, chest moving as he breathed heavily. When dust moved his hand off his head as he finally realized the position they were in, killer sitting on dusts crotch as he was leaning over having one of Dust's hand pinned to the top of his head with Dust lying down on the bed. “Comfy?” he asked, knowing damn well what the ansquestion
Killer laughed at that question, leaning down more to Dust's face. “Yep~” he adjusted himself on top of him, watching dust just stare right up at him. “What about you~?”
The other skeleton sighs, tilting his head to the side. “Honestly? It does feel nice… though we should get up incase either horror or nightmare walk in when coming back…” killer sighs and lets go of dusts wrist, sitting up and getting off him. “Thats fair. So, you think we have a winner yet?” dust sat up adjusting his shirt and picked up his hoodie along of killers jacket, handing it to him. “Winner?”
“Yeah, on who the better kisser is?”
Oh yeah.
“Uh… well… what do you think? Cause I can't think of a winner between us… if being real here.” killer takes his jacket and lazily puts it on. “You're right… it's a tie… we're both good kissers.” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Though… I wouldn't mind more of these ”kiss battles” if your down that is…” killer added, looking away. Dust just stared at him, his hoodie back on but hasn't put his hood up yet. In the distance dust could hear the front door opening, meaning they were back. Coming to a decision, he moved over to killer and made him look at him, giving him a small kiss. “I would be down for that”
“DUST!! KILLER!! YOU THERE!?” horror called out.
Dust threw his hood over and started to walk over to the door. “Imma go see horror and night now, you coming?” the other thought for a bit, a red blush going across killers face. “You go ahead, I'll go say hi later… I uh… gotta collect myself here…” dust nodded and open the door. “I should too later, gotta think about the just went down. Cya kills” he left, closing the door behind himself as he stared walking down the hall to the stairs.
His face felt warm…
He could feel his soul beat faster than before…
Killer most definitely felt the same, let alone confused, and so was he.
Regardless of it. It happened. And much more was going to come to pass.
He didn't want to stop. None of them did. ‘Kiss battles’ or just simple ‘makeout sessions’.
Whatever you want to call what they were going to do. It wasn't going to stop any time soon. Not in a long while that is…