"Cross can you put this away for me?" Nightmare called, tugging his hoodie off over his head and bundling it into a ball.

"Chuck it." Cross called lazily, reaching a hand up.

Nightmare snorted, throwing the hoodie so it collided squarely with Cross face. "Missed."

A yelp sounded from the bed but Nightmare didn't acknowledge it, walking into the en-suite bathroom and grabbing his toothbrush from the sink. Being a skeleton meant that they could get away with a lot of things; such as not showering, going to the toilet or needing deodorant. But brushing teeth was still a priority. Unless you wanted them to go yellow that is.

He hummed softly under his breath and looked out of the classic clouded window you have in bathrooms, just about able to make sense a few objects like trees and mountains rushing past. He then ran the purple bodied white bristled electric brush under the tap for a good three seconds before squeezing a nice fat blob of toothpaste onto it.

They'd been bundled onto the train around three hours ago, the Capital having decided to ship them back to District Twelve for the celebration ceremony. Of course that'd be weird for him, seeing as he was actually from District One, but he'd just play along for the sake of it. Besides, he kind of wanted to see what District Twelve was like compared to the luxury of his.

Gazing tiredly around the bathroom, he started the electric brush and boredly moved it in circles round his teeth. As he did so his mind wandered back to the arena, the horrifying events of the final hour flashing in front of his eyes. An image of Dream came up in his head and he flinched, shaking it away quickly. Dream was gone now, dead, killed, deiced, dusted. He wasn't relevant anymore.

Two minutes passed soon enough and Nightmare spat out the residue, letting the brush be washed under the rushing water. He then placed it to the side and dried his mouth with a towel. "You coming to do your teeth Cross?" He asked.

"I already did them!" He called back, his voice sounding slightly muffled for whatever reason.

Nightmare raised a brow and peaked out of the bathroom door only to see Cross topless and slipping his hoodie over his skull. "Uh--"

The smaller squeaked and looked up at him, instantly pulling the bottom of the oversized hoodie over his exposed, scarred and bandaged ribs quicker than the taller could blink. "Nightmare!"

He slowly walked over to the embarrassed smol, who was now occupying himself by pulling the hood over his face like Nightmare had done so many times and hiding his face. "I thought I asked you to put my hoodie away, not put it on."

"And I was!" He looked up at him, his cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed lavender. "But it felt so soft..."

"So you put it on?"

"Yeah...?"

Nightmare snorted in amusement, looking the smaller up and down. "It's far too big for you."

"I've realised." He hugged himself tightly and snuggled himself up into the hoodie, the sleeves trailing down to brush his fingertips. "But it's so soft and warm..." He whispered, pushing the hood out of his vision so that he could look up at the taller.

"That's fine. I'll just put it away with you in it."

"Huh?"

Cross let out a shriek as Nightmare suddenly bundled him into his arms, squirming and kicking. "Hey! W-Wait!"

He ignored him and hummed, marching over to the large chest of draws at the other end of the room. "Time to pack you away."

"N-Nightmare no! You c-can't shove me in those draws!" He cried, trying to roll free to no avail.

Nightmare's tentacles pulled out the bottom draw that had a few items of clothing in them and then proceeded to dump the poor oreo inside of it.

Cross yelped and struggled, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he stared up at the grinning octopus. "Nightmare get me out of here!" He hissed, his face darkening by the second.

"Nah." He hummed and turned his back on the struggling teen, heading back to the bed and flopping down on it with a pillow pulled on his chest. He stared at the white ceiling, his eye wandering over all the bumps and cracks and creases made by years of use. In one corner of the ceiling a brown stain was visible, making Nightmare wonder why and how the fuck it had got there in the first place. It looked like it could have been some sort of coffee stain, but then that also begged the question of how on Earth coffee had managed to make its way up to the ceiling. The only solution he could think of was that someone had been drinking a mug of the hot drink and then been scared, resulting in the coffee being thrown up to the ceiling.

Why was he questioning the stain so much? Well, he didn't really have anything else to do. He wasn't tired, but the train didn't exactly provide them with any entertainment.

And then Nightmare noticed something. Cross had gone rather silent. Incredibly silent actually. He went to sit up and look at the draw where he'd last left him, only to have the wind suddenly knocked out of him as something barrelled into his chest.

A wheezed "Oof" escaped him and he looked up in surprise to see Cross sat on his chest, staring down at him.

The smaller's cheeks were still flushed softly, a mixture of a pissed and embarrassed expression on his face. His hands were planted firmly on Nightmare's sternum, his legs on either side of his waist and his main body weight on his pelvis.

"You comfy up there, your majesty?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Very."

Nightmare's eye slowly rolled down to stare at Cross' hands, noticing their rather close proximity to sensitive territory. "You've become rather touchy-feely ever since we left the arena, not gonna lie."

"Is your quest for everything you say and do to embarrass me?" Cross hissed softly, his cheeks heating up all over again after they'd finally started calming down.

"Maybe." He shrugged, slowly trailing his hands up the smaller's legs and resting them on his hips, squeezing them slightly.

Cross felt a shudder run through his body, a soft gasp escaping his 'lips'. "H-Hey!" He tried swatting his hands away, but the taller only squeezed them tighter.

"Is there a problem?" Nightmare asked, his grin growing wider by the second.

"Get your hands off of me!" He hissed, trying to push them away with no success.

"Maybe when you get off of me." He snickered, finding their current situation rather funny.

"I can't get off of you if you've got a death grip on my hips, Nightmare." He said through gritted teeth and planting his hands back on the taller's sternum to try and push himself away.

Despite how hard he tried to deny it, that push did feel good, sending the slightest tremor down his spine. He bit his lip an idea itching at the back of his mind.

"Hey Cross--" He blurted, catching the oreo's attention.

"What?" He sighed exasperatedly, looking down at him tiredly once more. "Thought of another way to embarrass me?"

"Perhaps."

"Hit me with it." He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Alright." He shifted a bit beneath him, his fingers loosening their grip. "I want my hoodie back."

Cross let out an exceptionally loud squeal as Nightmare suddenly shoved his hands up under his hoodie, his fingertips brushing over his scarred ribs and spine. His face burned hotly, heating up rapidly. "What the h-hell are you doing?!"

"Taking my hoodie back." He said simply, his fingers curling around Cross' spine and squeezing tightly.

He jolted, a bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine and sending his body into stiffened surprise. "Th-This isn't taking off your hoodie!"

Nightmare shrugged, his fingertips working their way into every crevice and bump in his spine, paying special attention to the vertebrae's. "I think it is."

Cross tipped his head back slightly, his teeth clamping down tightly on his tongue to prevent any embarrassing noises escaping. He shifted on Nightmare's lap, trembling slightly.

Humming a soft tune, the taller moved his attention to his ribs, his thumbs pressing against them and rubbing slow, firm circles. He took the fact that Cross hadn't slammed his fist into his face as the all clear to continue. But irritated that Cross wasn't making any sounds, his tentacles twitched and came to life, all four of them sliding under his hoodie and tangling through his ribs, but making sure to ignore the bandages ones.

Cross jolted and threw his head back, a wail of pleasure resulting from the feeling of the four appendages gripping, squeezing and pumping his ribs. His hands slipped down to grab Nightmare's shoulders, his fingers digging in so tightly that it made him wince.

He could tell that he was trying so hard to keep as much pride as possible, choking back moans and forcing himself to look down at him. He raised a shaking hand, clumsily wiping away the small line of drool that had started leaking down his chin. "I-Is that a-all you've got?"

Nightmare snorted, feeling a grin form on his face even wider than before. "Of course not. Not at all my dear Cross." His tentacles lost attention on his upper body, sliding down into his pants and curling round his pelvis tightly.

Cross let out a quiet cry of surprise, slumping forwards and falling onto his chest, panting. He hadn't expected it.

Nightmare leaned up to him so that their foreheads were touching, his eye taking in all of the smol's flustered and pleasured expression. "Enjoying this~?"

"N-Nooo..." He shook his head weakly, gulping back more moans as the tentacles squeezed his pelvis tighter.

The taller raised a brow in amusement, snaking a hand up behind Cross' neck before pulling him into a kiss. He didn't bother taking it slow, shoving his tongue into the smaller's mouth.

Cross tried to fight for dominance in the kiss, keeping it up for a few seconds before giving in feebly and letting him win. Nightmare purred and deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing against his hot sticky walls and pushing it down his throat.

The oreo moaned helplessly loudly into the kiss, panting and gasping all the while as the four persistent tentacles toyed with his lower region. He could feel a ball of pressure build up in his abdomen, like a balloon being filled with air. It kept getting larger and larger, surrender inevitable.

The two pulled apart for air after a while, a thick line of saliva strung between the two of them and dripping down their chins. Cross was panting heavily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and face dripping with sweat.

"Still not enjoying this~?" Nightmare purred, cupping his burning hot cheek.

All Cross could do was pant and gulp in response, drawn out moans leaving his parted 'lips'. His body felt like it was on fire, all the amazing pleasure focusing on his pelvis until he couldn't take it anymore. His magic sparked to life and his lower female body formed, already dripping wet from all the touches.

"Oh." Nightmare pretended to be surprised, his tentacles momentarily halting their onslaught of messing with the smaller's body and just lying limply on his trembling thighs. "What's this?"

"S-Stop acting so innocent and just get o-on with it." Cross hissed, trying to sound threatening in the hope to redeem his pride. He just ended up sounding desperate and needy, his voice cracking.

Nightmare licked his non-existent lips, his hands trailing down from his spine to grip onto his hips once more and rub them softly.

The smaller shifted uncomfortably, the need clear in his eyes as he unintentionally rutted downwards on the taller's lap. "N-Nightm-maareee~"

"Alright, alright." He snickered, his tentacles tugging down Cross' shorts with a slight struggle before tossing them to the side of the room. They hit the wall with a dull thud before falling to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Cross shifted nervously on his partner, trying to pull the large hoodie over himself a bit to be less exposed. But Nightmare was having none of it, a tentacle gripping onto the bottom of the hoodie and tugging it up so that he had an A+ view of Cross' lower body and rib cage.

He trailed his fingers up his thighs to his entrance, letting his index finger push against his clit before he paused.

The smaller panted and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to buck forwards into his touch. God, it just felt so good, even though Nightmare had hardly done anything.

The octopus watched him intently as he began rubbing his fingers in slow, teasing circles, his fingers applying the slightest more pressure with every rub.

Above him Cross was trying his hardest to be silent, the occasional squeak and breathy moan escaping him as Nightmare continued his slow torture. He was so wet already, Nightmare's fingers moving slickly and smoothly over his aching clit and constantly brushing over his entrance.

The older of the two rubbed Cross' hip softly with one hand as he continued to use the other to toy with the smaller's body. He slowly pushed a finger inside of him, feeling Cross' whole body shake and jolt in response. He started slowly, thrusting the finger in and out and curling it back towards him.

Poor Cross was going so dark in the face, trying to hold his breath to prevent any sounds that Nightmare could mock him for later. But alas his secret vow of silence was shattered as Nightmare deemed it appropriate to push a second finger inside of him.

"N-Nightmare n-no- nmghaAaH~!" He gasped loudly, desperately digging his fingers into Nightmare's shoulders and squeezing them tightly, drooling all down the dark hoodie.

He stayed silent and focused on pleasuring the smol, his fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of him a few times before scissoring and repeating.

Cross couldn't even form any words, his lower region pounding and his vision blurry. It just felt so good. He'd never felt anything close to this before, the experience all being so new.

"MnghaAH~! F-Fuck, O-oH Nighty~!" He shifted his hips and arched his back, the ball of pressure in his abdomen returning and feeling greater than ever. He tried to hold himself together, but that proved futile as Nightmare forced in a third finger and he shrieked, releasing instantly.

His sticky juices leaked all over Nightmare's fingers, dripping down his thighs and all onto his partner's wrist and lap. But he couldn't care less right now, just relishing the feeling of ecstasy, eyes closed.

Nightmare stared up at Cross, popping his juice covered fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. "Look at the mess you made~"

He glanced down at him meekly and panting, his body still tying to catch up with the amazing feeling.

Nightmare smirked widely and wrapped his tentacles round Cross' waist, lifting him in the air a bit so that he could pull off his own shorts and toss them in the same direction as Cross' had gone. He'd already formed his male body a while ago, having been rather turned on by Cross' helpless squeals and moans.

The younger gave a few confused calls, stuttered protests escaping him before he moaned loudly as the folds of his wet entrance were pushed apart by the tip of Nightmare's length.

A broken gasp of pleasure came from the smaller's mouth as he was slowly pushed down on the taller's length. Below him Nightmare gave a low groan of pleasure, Cross' walls so tight and hot around his throbbing member. He gripped onto his hips tightly, slowly lowering him fully before raising and repeating.

Cross couldn't even protest, moans spilling from his mouth faster than a river. God there was just something about the way he looked with his head thrown back and drool streaming down his chin, eyes rolled back and body slick with sweat. And with the added factor that he was wearing his own hoodie, Nightmare just found it so hot. He rolled his hips and let his tongue loll from his mouth, squeals and gasps escaping him every time Nightmare rubbed the right spot.

"AaanhAAaHAA~!"

The smol bit down tightly on the fabric of the hoodie, pulling it up slightly to expose his sweaty ribs as he did so. Muffled moans and cries still rang out through it, not preventing them from being heard whatsoever. He started moving by himself however planting his hands on his sternum once more and pushing himself up and down in time with his thrusts.

His mind was spinning and out of control, so when Nightmare's length hit his sweet spot he broke, crying out in ecstasy and releasing all over his partner's length and his own thighs, the juices slowly dripping out.

Nightmare grunted and shifted, not happy with their current position anymore. He flipped the two of them over and pinned Cross beneath him, a leg over his shoulder before he rammed his full length into him. One of his tentacles pinned his arms above his head roughly, the other three all playing roughly with his body. They gripped and pumped his spine, pulled at his ribs and messed with his clit, only adding to the dizzying pleasure the smaller was experiencing.

Cross wailed and shrieked in bliss, his back arching off of the bed, fingers digging tightly into the sheets and sticky hoodie falling from his mouth. His whole body was covered in sweat, juices and tentacle residue, tears of overstimulation running down his face as Nightmare continuously slammed his full length into him over and over.

"NmnaAAaAH~! T-Too muchaAH~!" He shrieked as he hit that special spot again, his whole body set alight with pleasure and the pressure in his lower region flooding downwards. He released heavily for the third time that evening, gasping and panting for breath with one side of his sweaty face pressed deeply into the pillows.

Nightmare thrusted a few more times before releasing as well inside of him, moaning softly. He then slowed to a stop, taking in a few ragged breaths and staring at Cross beneath him.

The oreo was trembling, his whole body shaking and twitching as he gulped down oxygen. His visible joints were flushed and hot, along with all the rest of his body that was slick with sweat. The bottom of his hoodie was stained by both their release, but Nightmare didn't mind. Mouth sticky with saliva, Cross weakly opened it to talk.

"N-Nighty...~" He hiccuped, voice weak.

"Relax, Crossy." He murmured, pulling out of the smaller and easing himself down next to him. He opened his arms and Cross quickly accepted the offer, snuggling close to his exposed chest.

He shivered weakly, dragging his hands up to trace over his ribs and sternum softly. He looked up at the taller as he shuddered, continuing to trace relaxing patterns before he let his hands fall to his side and his hot cheek press against his sternum.

Nightmare sighed and hugged him close, his tentacles curling around his fragile body and rubbing it soothingly, getting him to relax. "Did you like that?"

He nodded dumbly, not sure what else to do.

"Good." He whispered, wiping away the drool that caked the smaller's chin and kissing his forehead.

Cross gave a small yawn, his eyes fluttering closed as his legs tangled with Nightmare's, melting into his comforting embrace.

"Sleep Criss-Cross."

And that's just what he did.

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