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"You're soaking wet."

"I know."

"You didn't think to bring a jacket?"

Dream stepped past her, feet carrying him straight to the bathroom. He needed to clean himself, the moisture dampening his bones making his spine prickle in an uncomfortable manner. Gripping the bottom of his hoodie he tugged it up off of his skull, casting it aside into the washing basket. The feeling was sickly, the moistness crawling across his body to join the slowly spreading guilt that crept up from from his toes, working towards the soul that half an hour ago had been fucked within an inch of collapse. The presence of pleasure was still strong, phantom tremors rippling through his body and making his joints feel weak. He'd blame any shivers for the cold weather.

"No." He answered simply, fingers closing around one of his plush towels and pressing it to his bones to dry. "I forgot to check the weather app before I went; oh, but I found you some nice nails, by the way."

The woman frowned, fingers gripping her arm in a regretful manner. He knew it was that for the reason that he'd held the same stance when coming back into the bedroom to see her after kissing Killer on the balcony. "If I'd known it was going to pour with rain I wouldn't have sent you out like that- I'm sorry-"

Shaking his head quickly Dream looked to her, facecloth patting down his skull. He'd shower after this, first he'd have to put his girlfriend to rest. "Listen Abi, it's fine. I hid under one of the shop overhangs for a while, but once I realised it wasn't going to get any better I decided I might as well accept my fate of getting wet." He found that lying to her wasn't as hard as he'd expected it to be.

His hand and to her cheek Abi sighed, letting his words convince her. A soft inhale drew from her lips and she paused, voice soft. "You smell of cigarettes.." He didn't smoke.

For a brief moment he felt his gut go tight, golden pupils flashing. If he were Killer he'd have already planned an exact response to manipulate the truth. He'd have practiced it in the elevator instead of bruising his lips against a man who was by fate supposed to be a stranger. The sly grin, the soft kiss on the forehead to create a false sense off security for her. Instead of all this he went silent, the air thick for almost 10 seconds before he found his voice.

"There were two men sheltering under the same overhang that I was; they smoked at least half a pack between them each. Sorry if it bothers you." Not a complete lie. He used to dislike the smell of cigarettes - and he still did really. There was simply something different about the way Killer smelt. The smoke in his hood was woody, a musky scent that left his nasal passage burning softly. It was nice actually, almost comforting against the usual cancerous smell of smoke.

"No no- I don't dislike it; it simply caught me off guard." She seemed shy, almost distant in the moment. Dream didn't care, it only made their separation easier.

"I'll have a shower now to clean up and get rid of the smell. I'll show you the nails I liked the look of after, if you trust my opinion." A tired smirk followed, something he assumed Killer would have done to Outer when he got back twenty minutes earlier. In fact he'd probably kissed Outer, held him in his arms and told him how he loved him. Dream couldn't bring himself to do the same to Abi.

She nodded, a cheeky glance forming for a moment. "Are you sure you don't need me to join? Just in case there are spots you can't reach?"

It earned a forced laugh, a soft push to her chest sending her a few steps back. "Not tonight, perhaps next time though." Oh how he hoped she'd forget.

Snickering softly she slipped back, fingers combing through her hair as she watched him retreat. "I'll probably be in bed reading, or in the kitchen making a smoothie when you're done; do you want one too?"

"Sure." No need to disappoint her more than he already had. "I'll be.. a while."

"Mhm." She blew him a kiss as she slipped out of the door and he made a halfhearted attempt to catch it in his hand. The door shut and he was quick to lock it, sigh shaky as his forehead pressed to the wall. He could hear her footsteps fade as she left, the sound almost embodying a deeper meaning, as if she were already walking out of his life.

Turning on his feet he took his circlet off, placing it on the plush towel laid out on the countertop. He didn't like placing it on hard surfaces; it had too much chance of chipping or scratching the gold. Stripping off of the last of his clothes he tried to dismiss the conscious thought of Killer's eyes burning into his naked body. He tried to tell himself he wasn't there, that he was in bed already or stretched out on the sofa watching a murder documentary with an arm around Outer. The alternative idea didn't please him much either.

His feet felt cold against the tiles as he stepped into the shower, but he liked that. He needed the cold to wash away the searing heat that had burnt into his bones a mere hour earlier. He needed ice to freeze the fire in his heart, the heat in his cheeks, the fuzz in his brain. His fingers curled around the handle, twisting it from the warm setting that no doubt Cross or Abi may have used (they both liked burning showers) all the way to ice cold.

The first water droplets to hit his skull felt like knives, fingers clenching. But as the icy torrents washed across his body he found himself succumb to it easily, head tipped back and eyes closed to let the ice wash away his fiery sins.

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It was midnight. Dream lay still, feeling his girlfriend's hair tickle at the bone of his shoulder. She'd fallen asleep hours ago, while he didn't think he'd closed his eyes to rest for more than 30 seconds. His golden pupils lay unwavering, fixated on the clock that steadily ticked on, digital screen displaying the time: 11:54 pm. It was nearly midnight. His thumb absentmindedly brushed over Abi's scalp, feeling her blond hairs slowly. The bedroom was silent yet his mind was buzzing, filled with the sultry whispers Killer had murmured to him as they'd passed in the hallway.

"Midnight, meet in the living room; you'll miss me."

He recalled scoffing at the time, saying that he'd be fine without him and that he should stay in bed all night. But now, lying there in his double bed, he felt desperately lonely. His body felt like it wanted- no, needed- craved Killer'a presence. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was like an awful itch, one that would continue to burn until he raked his fingers into the bone, deep to marrow. It was as if his mind could only focus on that short bastard, his permanent smirk engraved deep into his mind. It was as if he were sick with a fever, of which Killer was the source and the cure.

Regret was heavy. But not for cheating on Abi, no. Regret for telling Killer he wouldn't need to see him tonight. Because lying here now, he felt like a drowning man desperate for air. He hoped, hoped that the other didn't actually listen to him, that he knew him well enough to recognise his sarcasm and the offer for 12 am stayed open. He didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't. Knock on their bedroom door and ask Outer if he could borrow his boyfriend for a kiss and cuddle?

Rolling over he dragged his arm out from beneath Abi, breath frigid as she gave a sleepy groan. He stared, eyes wide for a moment before his position relaxed. She stayed asleep, blissfully unaware. If she was awake when he came back he'd tell her he went to get a glass of water. Or that he got the midnight munchies - it was unlikely, but he was scraping for excuses by now. Easing himself up into a sitting position he cast aside his sleeping mask from his skull, pushing the covers aside to creep out of the bed without much of a sound other than a crumple of the sheets. Abi slept, soundless. She looked peaceful; pretty even. He wished there was someone else to appreciate her - someone who gave her the affection she wanted and deserved. That man wasn't him.

Once on his feet he stepped to the door, mentally thanking his and his brother's expensive taste in apartments. If they were in one of those old ones with the creaky floors screeching underfoot he might have sobbed. Why was cheating on his soulmate so difficult? Not morally; physically.

The door handle barely gave a whisper of a sound and he glided through the gap with ease, clicking it shut behind him. Glancing across the hallway he let his pupils shift to scan the bedroom doors. Nightmare's was shut, soft shuffling sounding from inside. It didn't worry him; Cross often moved around in his sleep a lot. Soul missing a beat, he fixed on Killer's room. The door was open. It was only slightly, a slither of a crack in the white painted oak. But it was there; he could see it. It was embarrassing how quick his soul twisted in his chest at the sight - he was hopeful, pathetically keen to believe that the door was a sign that Killer had already slipped out, that he was already in the living room.

He made his feet carry him slowly despite the fast drum of his soul, his fingers flat to the cool wall in an attempt to calm his burning nerves. Why did he have to be so nervous just to meet him in the living room? It wasn't even the illegality that was bothering anymore; it was more a feeling of constant butterflies in his stomach whenever he thought of him. It must be a negative effect of the treatment he received earlier.

The hallway unrolled before him and within a few more steps he was in open space. The view from the windows were always glorious at this time; you could see all of Hyde Park, see the ocean of lights from other apartments, houses and skyscrapers. But he dismissed it all, only able to focus on the couch.

Killer sat there, grey pupils shining silver for a moment. His posture was relaxed, much like he'd walked in to him watching a low-energy programme. His mouth twitched, grin wide and smug. He knew he'd come. "You're late." He spoke, voice sultry and oh so inviting.

He found his feet walking towards him without permission, his conscious seeming numb at his presence. It was if he were a mere puppet, and Killer held the strings to tug him to him. He stood in front of him, managing to force himself to look at the clock. 12:01 am. He would have laughed if not for the lump in his throat, opting for a wobbly sneer instead. "Prolonged y-your withdraw systems, have I?"

"Something like that." Killer pat the spot beside him, arm open and inviting. Dream didn't think twice, body collapsing next to him so his skull could thud into the others chest. He lay there, tucked between the back of the sofa, Killer's body and his arm that wrapped around him to keep him close. The feeling felt so.. right. Like a puzzle piece he'd been searching for all day had finally been slot into the bigger picture.

He breathed out softly, eyes falling shut for a moment as he relaxed. "So.. what are we going to do?"

Killer glanced down at him, thumb brushing his cheek in the same way he'd seen him do to Outer. Except this held more affection, more meaning. He knew it, he was sure of it. The way Killer looked at him was so.. different. It made him want to stay in his hold for eternity.

"I didn't plan much; a little thing later, but for now I thought we could just relax today, if that's alright with you." His voice was soft, mellow.

Nodding, Dream settled down in his hold for a moment, eyes focused on Killer's wrist as he cupped his cheek. He stared at the spindly writing that dragged across it, the words holding far too much meaning.

You shouldn't smoke, you know.

"Did- did I really say that..?" He found himself  murmuring, gaze flicking to Killer to find he was already watching him.

His expression flickered for a moment, something else passing his face. "You did, angel. I know you did. I wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't, would I?" 

He shrugged, shifting until he could reveal his own wrist with the writing that stained his wrist.

Do you want one?

He couldn't remember Killer asking, he'd told him to stop smoking so many times that they all melted into one. He only recalled the time he'd told Abi, and she'd asked, his wrist burned, they'd connected. He'd been fine with it at the time, but now he wished with every fibre in his bones that he'd already been connected to Killer. "What.. what should it say?"

That was wrong, it did say what it should. But the choice of wording seemed to please the other, fingers neatly curling around Dream's wrist in a way that made his gut twist. "It should say; I know." His voice was low, thick with intention as he brought the taller's wrist to his mouth, pressing his lips to the tattoo in a smooth kiss. "But I have ideas to fix that.."

Dream's cheeks burned, barely registering his words. The kiss had him dizzy, fingers twitching. He didn't know if it was because it was Killer, or because it was on the tattoo, or maybe kissed there were just different, but it made his skull spin. Oh he liked it, and when Killer kissed the spot again he felt like he was falling, tumbling off a cliff. He nodded dumbly, the weight of the other's words irrelevant to him in the moment. All that mattered was them; the both of them.

Leaning down slightly, Killer shifted himself closer until he could feel Dream's frigid breath on his face, fingers curled. He looked so.. perfect. A product that stretched far past beauty. If he could spend all day looking at him he would. The obsession wouldn't wear off. Because that's what it was; obsession. Not a crush, a hopeful dream, no. He had to have him. And he would have him.

The kiss was mutual, both of them leaving in to press together, mouths connecting with more depth than either of them could put to words. They didn't need to explain it to each other, their actions could speak enough. The kiss shouted, yelled, screamed all sorts of messages that words couldn't. It was a long, yet sweet kiss. No tongues, no desperate scrabbling at each other's clothes, no grinding or rolling of hips. It was just a kiss, a sweet and passioned as a lovers kiss would be.

When they finally pulled back disappointment lay heavy in the air, Dream felt as if he'd been dipped in a jar of glue, sticky and slow with his actions. He looked up to Killer who stared back at him with all the affection he could ever crave in the world. He wasn't used to this feeling of weakness; vulnerability. But he found he almost relished it. It was a moment to let his guard down, to simply exist.

"Didn't you say you had something planned for me?" He whispered, thumb carefully swiping away a stray black tear that leaked down Killer's cheek beside his nose ridge.

"I did indeed." He spoke, low chuckle following. "Though I regret to inform you that you'll have to move off me so I can retrieve it for you."

A gift maybe? Dream paused, watching him for a long moment. "Will we return to this position afterwards?" He spoke, and the laugh Killer answered with had his stomach summersaulting in the best of ways. It was taken as a yes and he sat up, rubbing at his eye sockets lazily. He felt sleepy still, and he wanted morning more than to curl up in bed with Killer and sleep until morning. But that wasn't an option. The concept of renting a hotel room out crossed his mind, along with many other sinful fantasies that he aught to be ashamed of. The concept of having to come up with a convincing excuse to their partners and friends didn't bother him in the moment.

Killer got to his feet, walking towards the kitchen with an amble step. Dream watched, curious for a moment as he reached to pick something up out of his sight. When he turned however, he felt a dull drop of disappointment.

In his hands was a glass of water, and a plate of rich tea biscuits.

"...What is this supposed to be?" Perhaps he sounded ungrateful.

Killer walked towards him, tone sly. "Well I heard it's common curtesy to take someone you like out on a date before you fuck them in an alleyway; sorry I got the two mixed up."

He stared, unable to help but laugh. It was so stupid, and such a Killer thing to do. "You know you're supposed to have tea with rich tea biscuits, right?"

Soon enough he was stood in front to him, his laugh a delightful cackle. "The kettle would make too much noise, ungrateful brat. Do you want it or not?"

Feeling his cheeks warm, a smile twitching at his lips, he nodded. "Yeah, I'll have them."

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BLESS THEIR LITTLE SOULS

Listen don't condone cheating this isn't a reflection off my ideals just view it as doomed lovers. Okay? Okay. Good.

I'm not even joking I've read so many sun x moon x reader fics that the urge to write "you" instead of he was so strong that this almost turned into a Killer x Reader oneshot. I'm sure some of you filthy filthy sinners wouldn't mind that 🚫⛔️🔞🚭🚷

Anyway what oneshot do you want next? I'm open to ideas.

AND UPDATES SHOULD GO BACK TO EVERY OTHER FRIDAYYYY the break was taken for exams and because my last oneshot was so long it took a lot out of me

Okay, hope you enjoyedddd

-Jess-