So basically this is based off a scene in the anime Tokyo Ghoul (very noice anime) 

Long story short for the plot, there are these creatures called Ghouls that look just like everyone else yet can only eat human flesh- human food tastes disgusting to them.
Anyway so basically there's one couple in the show that kinda stole all my uwu's and I was reading the manga and thought it would be rather Crossmare-y so y e a - -

And I guess they might be humans idk it would probably make more sense-

Nightmare gagged, a fat wad of blood spitting from his mouth and landing messily on the floor. His breath came out in ragged wheezes, chest jerking up and down laboriously in delayed jumps.

"S-Stupid glitch--" He rasped, clutching his chest harshly and feeling the hot flow of blood seeping through his fingers like water escaping cracks in a damn. "It won't heal--"

He tossed his head from side to side, teeth clenched together and eye squeezed shut tightly. It was agony. He was too weak to heal the gaping gash in his side flooding like a waterfall and staining the bedsheets black with blood. He needed flesh.

That stupid mistake of a ghoul shouldn't have been able to surprise him like that. He thought the filthy creature had been too far beaten down into the dirt to fight back for that pathetic excuse of a human friend.

Letting out a pained groan he rolled over, spikes of pain flooding through his body like bolts of lightning and setting his skull aflame with agonising pain. God he needed food. Food... Human flesh.

"Nightmare?"

The ghoul froze, his pupil darting over to the bedroom door and focusing on the small chink of light that poured from it into the room. He could hear the sound of gentle shuffling from down the hallway of the apartment, soft footsteps padding close.

"Nighty...?" The small chink of light quickly flooded into a vast flow, the door being swung open. He hissed and shielded himself with an arm, soul pounding faster than ever in his chest.

The silhouette of a person stood illuminated in the doorway, their heterochromic eyes glancing across the wrecked state of the room before fixating on the crippled shape of their partner curled up on the bed with blood stained all around them. "N-Nightmare!"

Cross. The small human that worked long shifts as a university assistant in the science department, wore clothes that matched the winter weather 24/7, and constantly looked out for him. He was always optimistic, positive and joyful - the opposite of Nightmare - and for whatever reason deeply cared for the monster. But then again, he never actually knew what Nightmare really was.

"Cross--" He let out a choked gasp, his body instantly flooded with the urge to lunge at the boy, dig his hands into his shoulders and rip a large chunk of flesh from his neck. He was so vulnerable right now, so open, defenceless. It would be too easy...

The smaller took a step forward before gasping and going completely still, his pupils wide and shaking as he took in the sight of his boyfriend covered in blood with a mixture of the liquid and saliva caking his chin messily. His eye was wide and crazed, the white now black, and iris red.

That wasn't possible- apart from- apart from-

Ghouls.

The oreo looked like he was about to scream when Nightmare suddenly lunged from the bed, his fingers sinking harshly into his arms and slamming the smaller to the ground roughly. He shoved a hand over Cross' mouth, the horrible taste of sweat and blood dripping onto his tongue and sending deep shudders through his entire body.

Yet he didn't struggle. He stared up at Nightmare with frightened eyes, locking with his shaking one. He looked insane, his face and body slick with sweat and limbs trembling so much that he could barely keep his grip. A sickly growl left his mouth and he stared at the boy with a look that gave the impression that he was seeing the illusion of food.

But that's what Cross was to him; food.

The hand on his mouth slipped and Cross gasped, his chest rising and falling quickly. "N-Nightmare- th-this isn't you!"

The goul gave a snarl and bared his bloodied teeth, eye narrowed and stabbing him. He hunched over the smaller and hissed, the only thought going through his mind being just how good his flesh would taste in his mouth.

But then something hit him, his eye widening as he stared down at the horrified male beneath him. It was Cross. His Cross.

With a screech he tore himself away from him and slammed into the side of the bed, doubling over and giving heaving gasps that sent jerks through his entire body. Digging his fingers into his skull, he shook his head rapidly, trying to rid the thoughts of how his partner's flesh would taste as he tore it from his body and gulped it down his throat.

"N-Nightmare--" Cross breathed, his voice wavering, but more or less steady. "You- you're a ghoul...?"

He pressed his forehead against the floor and snarled, blood red pupil resting on him once more with a look that could be described as no more than pure desperation.

Staring directly back at him Cross took in the sight of the crippling wound on his side and the amount of blood pouring from it. He noticed how much Nightmare was shaking, his tentacles barely even registrable. They were in tatters, rips and chunks torn right out of them to be missing God knows where. And his face. He looked in so much pain...

For a moment the room was silent, only the gentle wash of rain drumming against the window pains behind heard along with the soft murmur of the people that lived in the apartment above them moving around as usual.

Then Cross swallowed and slowly reached his hands up to the grey fluffy scarf he had wrapped around his neck, his fingers trembling slightly as he dug them into the fabric and slowly undid it to reveal his pale white skin beneath.

"Cr-Cross--" He struggled for air, shaking his head and dragging his nails across the wood so hard that they started to bleed. He couldn't look away from his skin, the paleness of it illuminated by the moon's soft rays that slid through the thin glass of the window framing the entire scene. "Cover y-yourself b-back up- please."

But he shook his head softly and tugged down the neck of his shirt to expose up to his shoulder, eyes soft and warm. "It's okay, Nighty... You can take some from me..."

He wasn't stupid. He knew all the basics about ghouls; how they could only eat human flesh, how they were hidden among normal people- disguised as anything as far as teachers, accountants and in this case, coffee shop workers. He knew that humanity feared them with every fibre of their being, yet Cross didn't fully think that way. He'd always thought that outcasting the ghouls wasn't entirely fair, seeing as they were only doing what they had to to survive. I mean, doesn't everyone?

And having Nightmare be one only strengthened that opinion. He'd never asked to be a ghoul. In fact, this seemed to explain a lot- why Nightmare never seemed hungry when they went out on their dates together, no matter how much Cross whined at him to eat. Why he'd always flicked the channel whenever the news talked about ghoul attacks or ghoul deaths. Why he'd never join in with Cross' little bubblehead conversations about theories for why the ghouls were the ways they were, or what would happen if they found themselves caught by one. It all made sense now.

The ghoul growled and shook his head, wiping the drool from his chin with a bloody hand and only succeeding in smearing it everywhere. "I-I can't-!"

"Nightmare, please..." He offered a weak smile, beckoning him over. "Everything's going to be okay..."

Nightmare gave a strangled whine and curled his fingers into the floor before launching at him and snatching him into his arms. His hands gripped the trembling smaller's arms tightly, a tentacle shoving his face into his filthy chest.

Cross tensed and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling Nightmare's hot breath on his neck, hesitating for a moment. But then came the searing pain, the feeling of sharp fangs digging into the soft skin on his shoulder and clamping down, hard. He had to bite down on the fabric of his partner's hoodie to stop the scream that erupted from his throat. It took all he had to not shove him away and shriek in hysterics.

But he managed not to, gripping onto Nightmare with all his worth as the taller yanked his head back and ripped a chunk from his shoulder. Hot blood flooded down his arm and chest, hiccupy sobs leaving his mouth and tears dribbling from his eyes.

The ghoul gulped it down in a frenzy, panting and growling in bliss at the feeling of hot blood and flesh chewed up in his mouth. A line of the thick liquid dribbled from his mouth and ran down to his chin messily, adding to the other smears. He grinned and tipped his head back, feeling a feeling of adrenaline rush through his body. It felt so good. He wanted more.

A sniffle from below, however, broke him from his trance and he jolted, eye widening and loosing its blackness as he saw the mangled mess of a wound he'd left on Cross' shoulder. It was sickly, sending his stomach in twisted knots. "O-Oh God- C-Cross I--"

"...I-Is that better...?" The smol asked with a shaky voice, muted sobs spilling from him along with pained whimpers. "...D-Do you feel better?"

"I- yes- b-but we need to--" He found himself cut off as Cross flung his arms around him and hugged tightly, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "Then that's all that matters, Nighty..."

"... Not m-me, But you..."

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This just popped into my head

Hope you liked uwu :D

Ngl Tokyo Ghoul is good and you should go watch it. Like g o D:< ordontidk-

But yea Nishki and Kimi gave me so many Crossmare vibes that I found myself get the urge to write about them ahaha-

Aaaanyways might do more of his but idk, we'll see, as always.

Boi-

-Jess-