(NOT FINISHED!)

"Oh! CROSS!" Nightmare screamed out, his moans echoing through some of the quiet castle. So much for soundproof. Killer grumbled quietly as he tried to tune them out. He put his face under the pillow, yet he could still hear the king's moans.

Killer was currently laying his bed, trying to get some sleep. But, he couldn't. For a good reason too. "FUCK! CROSS, STARS!" And that was why. Like, seriously, who decides to fuck in the middle of the night? Nobody else had the guts to knock on Nightmare's door and tell them to quiet down and Killer sure as hell wasn't going to.

So he was just trying to get some sleep and ignore his erection that was straining against his shorts. He was such a perv. But could you blame him? He was listening to his crush get wrecked by his bestfriend and that was a depressing thought on its own. But here he was, angrily throwing his shorts off and into one corner of the room.

Stars, he was summoned already. He sighed gently, letting himself sit up as he pressed his skull to the cold wall. Thank stars his room was the closest that had connected walls to Nightmare's room. Nightmare and Cross had started dating only a few weeks ago but it seemed they couldn't take their hands off of each other.

"I'M CUMMING!" Killer flinched as another loud moan resonated from his boss, he could even faintly hear Cross' swear as well. "What's wrong with me? Am I really gettin' off to this?" He chuckled breathlessly, starting to let his hand take control of a pumping motion, his cock dripping of pre-cum from how excited he was.

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was him fucking the boss and not Cross. His amazing boss. The one he looked up to so much. His savior, his mentor, his everything. His soul shifted into that of a makeshift soul or in otherwards, a heart. He panted quietly, stroking his cock a bit faster when he heard Cross groan.

It was like he was there with him. His cock buried deep inside of the king. His tits in his face, gripping to him for dear life. Crying, begging, moaning for Killer to go harder or to cum inside of him. Begging Killer to impregnate him. "Fuck... Boss.. you sound so sexy."

His strokes becoming faster as he panted shakily. His soul was leaking through his shirt, the red, slimy, fluid ruining his black sweater and staining his spine. His breath hitched and a groan escaped him as hot cum flowed down his cock, staining his sheets. He'd wash it later. 

(I don't plan on finishing these but have the other one for that sweet 1000 words mark)

Bad Gays, Bad Dreams

Nightmare sighed as he awoke from another bad dream. He needed to calm down. These dreams he'd been having had been growing more and more intense each time he fell asleep. Nightmare looked to his clock and sighed. It wasn't even 5 in the morning. It was only 1 AM.

"I guess you're up for good then, huh?" Nightmare jumped at the sound of another but at the sight of Killer, he growled. "What the hell are you doing in my private chambers?" Killer was quick to address himself. "Woah, woah, calm down, Night. You asked me to watch over ya while you took a nap. Seems that nap turned into sleep. Another bad dream?"

He forgot he'd asked Killer to watch over him just in case he'd lashed out. "Yes, yes, sorry.. I am sorry. It.. was a bad dream." Killer got off of his phone and stuff it in his pocket before he scooted closer to Nightmare and rubbed soothing circles into his back. "They've been getting worser and worser. Wanna talk about it?"

Nightmare shook his head quickly and hopped out of bed. "No, no. No. I don't want to talk about it. Though, thank you for the offer." He put on his black slippers and yawned quietly before leaving his room with Killer trailing a bit behind him. He made his way down the dark corridors of the castle. Killer had to light a candle to see.

Soon upon arriving to the kitchen, he let Killer light up the candles they'd placed, and Nightmare had flinched rather hard when he'd opened the cupboard. "Horror?!" Realizing how loud he was, he dropped his voice to a yelling whisper. "Horror..! What the hell are you doing in there..?!"

Horror let out a grunt. He looked like a gremlin, hunched over and squeezed into the tight space of the cabinet, his long, slender fingered, hand shoved into a jar of cookies. "...Oh, hey, Boss.." His voice was deep and quiet, eyelight dim in the darkness.

Killer snorted out a quiet laugh. "I should've known. I'd been hearing noises from down hear for hours. Obviously, it was Horror, aye? Hm, you stuck there, Bud?" Horror ate the last cookie before he let out another grunt and nodded. "..Yes..." Nightmare rolled his eyes and used his tentacle to wiggle the overly large skeleton out of the cabinet, falling with a loud thud.

Though, Horror quietly said that he was alright before getting up and brushing off his clothing. Nightmare felt a bit more at peace to know that he wasn't as alone anymore. Though, before he could say anything, he felt a presence next to him. Looking to his side, he saw Dust. Nightmare flinched hard before calming quickly. "I.. I am sorry, Dust. Did we wake you?" Dust shook his head, quietly stating to him that he was already awake and had been for a while.

Nightmare sighed gently. "It seems we're all awake except for Cross." Horror shook his head, pointing to the now awake skeleton who still looked sleepy. "Oh, Cross. Are you alright?" Cross yawned quietly and nodded at Nightmare's question. "Yeah.. I knew I heard a noise down here so I checked it out.. seems it was good to do so. Did you have trouble sleeping again, Boss?"

Nightmare frowned. "There is no need to call me such a name when we are far more than just teammates, Cross. Please, call me Nightmare."