Ain't no way I went 9 months without updating this series

Here's 6,000 words to make up for it

🚫not full smut but yk the drill, sexy stuff coming 🚫

"When should we tell the others about us?"

"There is no us, Killer."

"Denial is never good, angel." Killer walked with a slight spring in his step, his expression handsomely happy. "If there is no us, why did you let me kiss you by that tree? Or squeeze your hand? Or come on this date with me?"

"It wasn't a date; we went to buy groceries." He muttered, cheeks turning yellow. It was still early morning, and the sky was still tinted rose from the prior sunset. The apartment had been low on soy milk, and him, Cross and Abi refused to drink milk from a cow, so he'd volunteered to go buy some, along with salad and coffee granules. Suspiciously fast, Killer had said he'd join him so he could buy more cigarettes. Supposedly it was a good reason, as Dream himself would never buy cigarettes for the bastard. They had indeed gone shopping and got the needed essentials (along with cigarettes), but had taken the scenic route home through Hyde park, where - in Killer's words - he simply looked too pretty not to kiss.

He had initially worried about what people would think; if they would recognise him and see that he wasn't with Abi. But people barely pay attention to others these days; especially when they have their own soulmate to focus on. It had been nice to spend time with him in the daylight rather than sneaking around a dimly lit apartment at midnight.

Beside him, Killer lit a cigarette, the sound of the lighter flicking catching Dream's attention. He glanced over, admittedly focusing on the other's mouth as it delicately held the cigarette. It was clear he'd been smoking for a long time. "They'll have to find out sometime. Unless you plan on accidentally letting Abi walk in on us with my my hands under your shirt. Or worse."

The idea made his stomach drop, and a sick feeling crawled at the back of his throat. Consciously, he added an extra foot of distance between them both as they walked. "Not yet, Killer." His voice sounded sour.

He needed to know whether this.. relationship was authentic. He couldn't throw himself at Killer only for the relationship to last a few months. Abandoning your soulmate for another person who's love only lasted a short time was frowned upon as much as murder. It went against human and monster nature, rebelled against their biological code. Was he really prepared to take that risk?

Abi was your typical woman, sure. But she was nice, and only annoying most of the time. She was a genuine girl really, the opposite of Killer's rebellious personality and painfully attractive wrong morals. Maybe it was the sense of adrenaline that made him appealing. He didn't get any thrill or rushing in his skull when he was with Abi. But with Killer, it was different.

"The longer we wait, the harder it'll be to keep us a secret. I'm certain your brother already knows. How long will he stay silent for?"

"Don't worry about Nightmare." He spoke, voice bitter. "He's occupied with other things right now." Recently he had been working to extend Cross' visa so he could stay in England. If Nightmare tried any sort of power play, he'd make finding a visa very tricky for them both. Besides, his brother was fairly self centred. As long as he Cross to waste his time with, he would merely observe whatever disaster Dream wrangled himself into.

Beside him, Killer blew a ring of smoke into the air. Dream couldn't deny he was curious about how the other could make shapes with smoke, but he would never ask him. Perhaps it was an issue with pride. But the subject was dropped, and Killer was silent as he walked along beside him. At some point they must have gotten closer, because he felt the others fingers lightly brush the back of his hand, soft.

He looked down, soul twisting in his chest. He could see the faint ink of the other's soulmate tattoo, but the sleeve of his hoodie fell fast to cover it. Within the moment he felt guilty. He had no idea how Killer was feeling; to believe fate had torn him away from the future he wanted. Seeing him with Abi every day must sicken him. Having to act happy and in love to everyone around you while really it was fake. It sounded exhausting.

They were closer to their block of apartments now, and the risk of being seen by someone they knew was increasingly high. But he allowed his fingers to curl around the others, their palms pressed softly together. It was only a small notion, but he could see how it made the other man pause, and then smile slightly. He squeezed his hand, the feeling warm despite the cold of his bones.

The grass was damp beneath their feet, and Dream numbly thought about how they'd have to separate once they left Hyde Park. Anyone could be watching the street from their apartment windows. Anyone could look down the road and watch an ill-paired couple holding hands. Anyone could talk. Sure, they could enter the apartment complex together, but at a respectful distance and each carrying separate bags of shopping. It was frustrating, especially when his mind was currently convincing him that Killer looked incredibly attractive and kissable.

As if dictated by his own conscious, his legs stopped moving, feet planted firmly into the soil. It took Killer by surprise, and he continued walking for a a second more before he stopped short.

"Are you okay?"

It was spoken with underlying concern, his voice soft, eyes a dull grey. They spoke to him. Something about the endearment in his expression caused whatever restraint he was clinging onto to crumble, and the next thing he knew he was tugging the other back to him, pressing their mouths together in a kiss.

He didn't have time to be embarrassed, fingers clasping tightly at Killer's hand and sinking into the fabric of his jacket. His body seemed to move on its own accord, their chests pressed lightly together. Killer's mouth felt warm from the cigarette, and he found himself chasing the musty taste of smoke on his lips.

When they pulled back he felt raw, empty. As if separating their lips had resulted in a piece of him going missing. He felt breathless, squeezing Killer's hand tighter as he pressed his forehead into the other's shoulder. A soft hand cupped his back, resting on the ridge of his spine.

"You really mustn't be okay; you never kiss me like that." There was a softness and a sense of underlying concern in his voice, and it made Dream want to kiss him even more. He cared about him. Cared. He knew that there were plenty of people in the world that cared about him; his friends Ink and Blue, his work colleagues, even Nightmare on the odd occasion they were civil. But no one looked at him like Killer did, with that longing and desire. He looked at him as if he'd burn the world for him and only him.  Abi didn't look at him like that.

"I-I can't think straight when I'm around you-" It was a blurted confession, and he was ashamed to say his legs felt significantly weaker when the other flashed a sharp grin.

"I love it when you admit stuff like that." His free hand rose to cup his cheek, and his eyes darted around fast to cover their surroundings. This end of the park was quiet, but not quiet enough. "I could kiss you again.."

Dream felt weak, his head weakly leaning into his touch. "Then why don't you?"

Killer hummed, mouth cracking in a small smile as he watched him. "Because I wouldn't be able to make myself stop at just a kiss."

He looked unfairly handsome, silver pupils gleaming. It was almost as if it were an invitation of sorts, goading him into starting something both of them knew they couldn't finish. He wished to god he knew what was going on inside that head of his. Was he supposed to fuck all worries and kiss him? Or did he expect him to back down? To act a coward and retreat into following the rules. Like he always did.

The realisation hit him suddenly. He always followed the rules. Without fail, he would turn Killer down over fear of the consequences for their soulmate bonds. Only occasionally did he shy from what the world dictated right, and every time he found he loved it. That time they had kissed on the balcony; it had left him awake for hours. But not with a he dread he should have felt, more a tingle of possibility. Their alleyway meeting; he had never felt more alive in his life. Their midnight meet; he felt at peace for once. Their shopping 'date'; he felt calm, relaxed for the first time in a long while. Something about doing things with Killer - wrong things with Killer - made him feel like he was finally doing something right for once.

He wanted to feel alive.

Leaning up fast, he pressed their mouths together once more, grip on the other strong. The force had them both stumbling slightly and Killer dug his shoes into the soil to avoid a tumble. He probably got mud all over his expensive Nike Jordan's, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the way their bodies seemed to sink perfectly into each other. He felt the other's hands on him; gripping his hip, squeezing his waist. He felt his own hands wander, one squeezing the back of his neck, the other bundled into the fabric of his jacket.

This time Killer pulled back first, his cheeks flushed red, eyes wild. "Shhit angel, you have no idea how crazy you're making me right now-"

His soul pumped in his chest, chest fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. "W-why don't you show me then?"

A switch seemed to click inside of Killer, and he grabbed his hand fast. "We don't have long; we should have been back from shopping ages ago."

His feet moved too slowly, and he was forced to jog to keep up with the other's fast strides. The adrenaline he'd been longing for kicked in, his body buzzing. He only ever felt giddy when he was about to do something he shouldn't. Maybe it stemmed from his childhood habit of following the rules all the time. He was a perfect child, and that had turned out worse than he'd anticipated. "Where will we go?"

"Alleyway." Killer spoke curtly, and they rounded the corner sharply. He looked ready to rip the clothes from his body, the whites of his teeth gleaming cruelly in the City light. Dream wanted nothing more than to be pressed against the wall by his body.

"What are you two doing out here?"

His bones went stiff, gut plummeting at the sound of a female voice. God no no no.

Killer stood still behind him, their hands no longer connected. His mouth twitched in an animated smile, and he turned swiftly on his heels to face their interrupter. "Ah-! Rebeca- it's been ages!"

Feeling like a child being caught doing something they shouldn't have, Dream turned slowly to face the brunette stood in front of them. Rebecca was Abi's friend from university. They often met up for dinner dates and spa days. He'd forgotten she was supposed to visit today. His throat closed off, and it was all he could do to hold her gaze, silent. How much had she seen?

Her mouth was upturned in a soft smile, green eyes shining. She didn't seem angry. "I thought I recognised you- your circlet caught my eye, it was flashing in the light."

He felt his hands numbly rise to touch the smooth gold, his soul feeling like it was drowning in an ocean. God, they couldn't find out like this. Not like this.

Seemingly much better at keeping composure then him, Killer stepped over and slung an arm around her shoulder. "We've been shopping; had to get the essentials." He winked and subtly showed her the cigarette pack up his sleeve. "As we walked Dream mentioned some hearthrob story of how he found a kitten in this alleyway and gave it to his brother; isn't that sweet?"

Rebecca's face lit up and she laughed, pushing his hand away to hide the cigarettes. "Oh yes! Snowball, isn't it? He's such a sweet little cat, I've seen photos."

Dream was dimly aware that her words were aimed at him, yet he found himself unable to answer, his gaze fixed on Killer. He seemed to have the most incredible ability to be friendly towards everyone and tell lies smoother than a snake. His silver tongue worked wonders, and he couldn't understand how he worked so well under pressure. If he'd given Dream enough time to speak, he'd have blurted out something he'd have regretted later. He was almost jealous.

When he realised they were both staring at him for a response, he forced his mind to work. "Yeah- uh, Snowball. That's the beast's name." The kitten had shit in his best pair of shoes when they'd first taken him in. He hadn't made effort to befriend it since. It acted like an angel for night, but he knew the truth.

Sensing that conversation wasn't a good idea, Killer unslung his arm from around her shoulders. "Are you going in too? We could always catch the elevator up together."

Dream silently scowled at the floor. There were their plans ruined. Their kiss would have to stay just a kiss, and the next time they'd even be able to touch each other would most likely be in three more days.

"Oh no, not yet." She shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. "I have a hairdressing appointment; I'm getting it done first, and then I'll come up and see you guys."

He tried not to make his happiness too obvious. "Oh, really? Well no matter, we'll see you later." That giddy feeling was returning, but he knew they couldn't go to the alleyway now. It was way to public. They'd been lucky last time with the dark evening and the miserable rain. No one would have come near them or been close enough to see them. Today was different; sunny. They couldn't risk it.

Rebecca gave them both a cheerful wave and half heartedly scolded Killer for the cigarettes before headed off. "I'll be about two hours!"

Beside him Killer laughed, the act still in full swing. "Two hours for hair? I couldn't handle being human; it's too much hassle. Maybe I'd adopt the shaggy hair look, yeah, that'd do."

It was only when Rebecca was out of sight yet not out of mind that he finally found his voice. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" Killer looked around, his mouth twisting in distaste as he saw a few too many people passing by. They couldn't continue their kiss outside, and that irked him. There wasn't anywhere particularly private in their apartment complex. There was always the lobby toilets or the cleaning cupboard, but he had already suggested that before only to be turned down for being 'juvenile' or 'childish'.

"Lie so easily. Come up with plausible stories so fast. It's not- it's not natural."

"Oh?" His head tipped to the side, and his smile reminded him of a predator. "I've never really thought of it angel; I suppose I'm just fast on my feet." His hand rescued for his own, and Dream found himself tugged along behind the other, stumbling. "The others are probably wondering where we are, let's go."

Dream couldn't help but feel defeated, nodding slowly as he walked behind him. Ascending the somewhat grand staircase into the lobby, he made brief eye contact with the female receptionist. She smiled, he didn't. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude; he often didn't smile casually at people. Killer however gave a cheery wave, expertly hiding away his pack of cigarettes into the pocket of his jacket. They were of course prohibited inside.

He angled his body towards the staircase, feeling a yawn tickle at the back of his throat. Something grabbed his arm.

He paused, looking back to see Killer staring at him, expression impossible. "Stairs? Surely you don't want to carry all that heavy shopping up the Stairs, Dream."

"It's just bread and milk-" He moved to start the long yet manageable walk up to the thirteenth floor, but Killer's grip was firm, and he tugged.

"No no angel, I think the best elevator is a much, much better option." Something glinted in his eyes, and the message clicked.

The elevator.

Feeling his chest start to tingle, he slowly retreated from the steps, letting the other guide him along to the elevator doors as if he were weightless. Their destination was the thirteenth floor, that only took 2o seconds. What could the other hope to do? Maybe kiss some more. He wouldn't mind that.

Killer's finger punched at the open button, and he waited patiently for the doors to slide open. When the doors finally did open, they were empty inside. Allowing himself as much dignity as he could allow, Dream stepped inside.

He never normally took the elevator. He didn't like how there were no windows, how the floor was the same colour as the walls and the ceiling. It was like being in a cell, locked up and confined. He wasn't claustrophobic per say, but  he'd much rather walk up the long flight of stairs than spend any amount of time in a metal box. At least the staircase had a view.

Beside him, Killer stared at the floors available, eyes lingering on the top floor; 30th, before his gaze fell back down to their destination, the 13th floor. After a substantial pause, he pressed on their floor. The elevator pinged, a mechanical thrum following.

Neither of them wanted to look at the other first, eyes glued to the elevator doors as they slowly slid shut.

Dream's soul was pounding in his chest, his fingers clenching hard around the bag of shopping. In the moment he wished that their apartment wasn't full of family and friends waiting for their breakfast. He wished that it was empty, that the living room would be deathly silent, the pans and pots in the kitchen would be put away, his room would be void of life and the bed ready made. But he knew that wouldn't be the case; everyone would be watching and waiting for them.

Killer stepped towards him the second the doors were closed, his hands squeezing at his waist. "Oh angel, what's what anxious look for?"

He felt breathless, his eyes glossy. Killer looked handsomer than usual, his jawline crueler, grin sharper. In the moment his mind could only think of one thing. "K-kiss me- ggod kiss me, please-"

Killer didn't hesitate, one hand cupping at his jaw as their mouths met greedily. Dream struggled to keep up, his fingers tugging fruitlessly at the others clothes. He felt his back press coldly against the elevator wall, and the shopping bag tumbled from his hands and fell to the floor with a thump. He couldn't care less if milk spilt. All he could focus on was the way this man made him feel - electric.

The kiss got messier, saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth as killer's tongue worked wonders against his own. He felt his knees buckle lightly, but the other's grip on his hip was firm, bruising. He loved it.

As he pinned the other, Killer's eye slid to the electric screen on the wall, counting slowly. Floor nine already. That wouldn't do. His hand slid down, fingers nimbly tugging at the waistband of the other's trousers.

Dream pulled back from the kiss, gasping. "H-hhey now- K-Killer I-" His eyes widened, feeling his fingers brush across his pelvis. "Th-the doors-"

"I'm not finished with you yet, Dream."

He watched as the others free hand jabbed at the override button, cancelling their call to the 13th floor before pressing the top. The 30th. He stared at the screen, watching as their floor appeared. The elevator seemed to pause sluggishly for a moment, mechanics processing the change in objective before it seemed to register the task and started to rise once more.

Instantly, Killer's hands were on him. His lips pressed to his neck, teeth scraping at the bone. "C-c'mon angel- give me ssomething to work with-"

If his intentions weren't clear enough before, they were now. "Wwe d-don't have time-" He bit on his lip firmly, muffling the cry that threatened to leave him as the other's fingers gripped and squeezed at his pelvic bone. He was dully aware that if Killer wasn't careful he'd leave a mark on his neck, but he couldn't find the words to tell him to stop.

"You underestimate me." His voice sounded irresistible, thick like honey and sharp as cider. "Come on now, be a good boy for me." It was all he could do to obey.

Killer seemed delighted by the choice of summoning, fingers sinking into his supple flesh. "God.. you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for.." His gaze dragged downwards across his body, focusing on the gap where his shirt rode up to reveal peachy yellow faux flesh dipping into his trousers where his male ecto hid. He had hoped to savour a moment like this, but he could adapt.

Beneath him, Dream felt small. His mind felt sluggish, drugged, his body numb. It was all he could do to not collapse onto the floor along with their neglected shopping. He was vaguely aware of the other tugging his trousers low beneath his hips, fingers nimbly cupping his aching cock in his hand. "K-killer-"

"I'm going to make you feel so good, angel. I'll treat you so well.." His thumb swept over the tip, earning a muted cry. "You'll feel better than you ever thought possible with me, I promise.." His words were softly whispered, low and husky. It made his gut twist.

The pleasure applied was ample, growing by the second as the other's fingers nimbly twisted and tugged at his length. Moaning, his head tipped back, thunking against the wall. He hardly felt it. "K-Killer- whhat if someone c-calls the elevator-?"

"They won't." He tugged the fabric of Dream's shirt to the side, kissing his collarbone slowly while his fingers worked to pull him to pieces. The elevator was quite popular with the lazy residents of the complex, but they'd surely still be asleep at this hour. If someone walked in, they'd have to deal with it then and there.

Through blurred eyes Dream looked to the side. They were on the 20th floor already. He wished this elevator moved slower, then he could savour the moment. Instead he felt like he was on a rollercoaster, hurtling round and round the speeding track in loops twists and turns until he was thrown off the rails. His body felt hot, breathing laboured and fast.  Killer's fingers seemed to have a skill that his own couldn't dream of, and left Abi looking like an amateur. He thought he had decent restraint, but at the current pace, he felt he could spill before they reached the top floor.

Looking down at him, Killer felt ethereal. After months of yearning and plotting, he finally had the other beneath him. Like last time, it was in rushed circumstances and pitiful conditions, but he knew it was another steppingstone to the future he craved. Dream looked so pretty beneath him, panting and whimpering out his name over and over. It made his soul flip, twisting above his chest. He wanted to do this every day. If not for Dream's pathetic fear of being caught, he'd fuck him in his bedroom at every opportunity. He'd keep going if anyone walked in; Abi, Outer. He wouldn't care. In fact he almost hoped someone would catch them - they wouldn't have to act or hide away anymore. He could finally do what he wanted. But he could put up with hiding in the shadows if it meant they could continue their relationship. If only their futures weren't dictated by some silly tattoos and chance encounters.

Dream felt as if he might pass out. The other's mouth was hot and wet against his collarbone, and with every pump his hand he felt his gut tie in tighter and tighter knots. He squirmed, watching as a bead of precum was swiftly swept away by the other's thumb. "P-please-"

Killer's attention snapped to him sharply, as if he'd been unfocused before. His pace sped up, and Dream's fingers scraped pathetically against his clothes. "Please what, Dream?"

"M-more-" He whimpered, tears prickling in the corners of his eye sockets. Maybe he should feel ashamed to beg, but the way the other's expression lit up made up for the ordeal entirely.

Their lips were crushed together, the hickey on his bone left to tingle. His hands roamed all over him, raking down his back, gripping at his shoulders and squeezing around his waist. He cried out messily, his core tight enough to snap. He was close, dangerously so. As Killer kissed him he slammed his fist into the override button once more, hitting the request for the thirteenth floor again. The elevator groaned before starting to roll downwards.

Pulling back from the kiss Dream cursed in every way he knew, burying his face into the other's shoulder as his hips stuttered. "Kills-" It was a strangled whimper, his throat tight. Three strokes later he was spilling over the other's palm, shaking.

"Easy now.." Killer eased him through it slowly, eyes gleaming, sharp silver. Dream felt weak in his hold, and he slotted his knee between the others legs to balance him as he tugged the last of the man's pride from his body. "If only you could see yourself.."

He looked to the side shamefully, chest jerking with fast breaths. He couldn't believe they had really just done that - in somewhat of a public place. Were they juvenile teens?

"That- that was-"

"-Incredible." Killer cut him off before he could say now dangerous and careless it had been, and he knew he was right. It had been incredible, and he'd do anything to fall into his arms and repeat the ordeal all over again. But they had lives to return to.

Suddenly, the elevator sign lit up.

Stopping at floor 15.

Dream recoiled, shoving Killer away to the other side of the box. He stumbled to pull his trousers back up, face flushed. His foot kicked something, and he looked down to see one of the milk cartons had split and spilled all over the floor. He cursed sharply, swooping down to shove the contents back into the bag before he lurched to his feet. Killer stared, neglected in the corner.

The doors slid open, and an old lady stood in the doorway. To anyone with a sane mind it would have been clear what had occurred. Dream's trousers were dangerously low on his hips, and his shirt exposed half his shoulder. Killer looked like an animal that had been separated from its prey, and between them a puddle of spilt milk pooled at their feet.

The lady looked at them for a long moment before shuffling inside. "Going down?"

"Just the thirteenth floor." Dream's throat was raw from the kiss, lips dry.

She nodded slowly and pressed a wobbly finger against the button for the ground floor. The doors slid shut once more, and the box descended. The atmosphere was nice thick, the women smiling at Killer, who nodded curtly in response. When she looked at Dream, he avoided her gaze.

When the doors finally opened to reveal the thirteenth floor, they moved fast. The lady cleared her throat and they both looked back to see her staring curiously at the mess on the floor. "Did you spill some milk, loves?"

Smiling falsely, Killer shrugged. "Not us."

The doors closed, and she disappeared.

Dream could sense the other turning, and he forced his throat to work. "Not a word-"

"I wasn't going to speak." He stepped towards him, hand cupping his cheek softly. "I guess we pretend like we hate each other again now, huh?"

He tried desperately not to lean into his touch, avoiding his gaze. "We do hate each other, don't we?"

Killer laughed, pressing one last kiss against his cheek. "Far from it, angel. If only you knew the whole of it.."

The other frowned, mouth opening to speak. But Killer had already stepped towards their apartment door and was unlocking it. The oak swung open and he stepped in with a lazy call, disappearing.

For a moment Dream didn't move, staring at where he had been stood seconds before. He didn't know if he could do it; going back inside and acting. To pretend as if he hadn't just been intimate with him. He couldn't wrap his arms around Abi and kiss her like Killer would do to Outer. In fact, the idea of watching those two kiss and cuddle made him feel sick to his stomach with jealousy. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't society reject the ideals of soul bonds and search for whoever they like - to dictate their whole romantic future off of a chance encounter felt so.. unrealistic. He wished society hadn't bound him to such a regiment.

A minute later he heard Abi's voice calling for him. The sound made him flinch. God she deserved someone better than him. Rolling his shoulders back, he smoothed down his shirt and tugged his trousers up before he started to step into the hallway, mouth pressed in a tight line. For her, he could try.

Everyone was in the living room when entered, all eyes on him. He froze, feeling as if everyone had just been told his deepest secret. His eyes darted between everyone, his throat feeling closed off.

Killer already had a piece of toast in his mouth, munching at it. A generous slither of jam had been scraped atop. A curved mark was cut out of the toast, showing where he'd bitten off a piece previously. His eyes were impassive, and his arm was slung lazily around Outer's shoulder. The starry skeleton looked up at Killer with far too much love, his fingers resting on the counter softly. It made him feel sick.

Nightmare was staring at him oddly, his cold blue eye flicking up and down his body slowly. Something about the way he watched him was funny, as if he had something he wanted to say but didn't. Cross sat next to him, sipping from a mug of what he assumed was hot chocolate. He looked annoyed, probably because his cornflakes had been denied by his long trip to the shop.

Circling round the kitchen counter, Abi stepped towards him. Her blond hair bounced nicely behind her, and she looked pretty. It was unusual to see her without her makeup, in her pyjamas. He preferred her this way.

"Hey.." He murmured, taking her hand when she reached him. "Sorry if I made you wait."

Her smile was soft and warm, the opposite to Killer's cold grin. "Don't you worry about that, silly. There's no rush." She squeezed his hand and guided him towards the kitchen island. Her hand was warm, her acrylic nails tapping lightly at his bone.

"I saw uh, Rebecca before I came up. She's getting her hair done." He took the fresh milk out of the bag, leaving the split one neglected at the bottom. He ignored the speed at which Cross snatched it and filled his bowl, eyes focused on his girlfriend. Maybe to ignore the sight of Killer holding Outer.

She nodded slowly. "She messaged me a while ago."

Something in her tone made him pause. "She did, did she?"

"Yeah, she mentioned she saw you and Killer." She murmured, pulling him closer. Her eyes were soft, flicking to the skeleton who stood on the other side of the room.

His gut clenched. Was she suspicious? Suspicious about being seen together? No. She knew they'd gone to the shops to get milk and food. Maybe suspicious about the time it took from the text message being sent to them arriving? No, they'd taken the elevator (yes they'd gone up and down a few times, but the trip lasted around the same time it would take to ascend the stairs). So what was it. "You okay, love?" The word sounded thick, plosive on his tongue.

"Yeah.." She glanced at Killer again before wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, tugging him down slightly. "He gives me the creeps, babe. If you don't want to be near him you know you can just kick him out."

He blinked, surprised. She was worried he was uncomfortable around Killer? He supposed it was better than the truth. A laugh escaped him, and he kissed her nose softly. "I know, he's a freak, but bearable. I would kick him out, but he's Nightmare's guest, not mine."

She hummed and nodded, twirling her hair around her finger. "Hm, Outer is nice, I don't mind him. But he's a weirdo." She muttered. And he couldn't deny it; Killer was weird. But that didn't change the way he felt when he looked at him.

"Maybe one day I'll kick him out." He murmured, earning a smile.

"Yeah.. or we could get our own place."

The idea was so genuine that he paused, having to process the proposal. An apartment for just the two of them, no one else. From the outside they'd be a picture perfect couple. "Yeah, maybe one day.."

A shadow crossed over them both, and he looked to the side to see Nightmare, his gaze flicking between them both. "Brother."

Dream's bones prickled, his eyes looking to the side. "Do you need something?"

"A simple conversation." He stepped between them both, and Dream found himself compelled to follow. He shot an apologetic look to Abi, and caught Killer's blank gaze for a moment before he followed Nightmare out to the hallway until the chatter behind them died down.

"What's this about?"

In front of him Nightmare glanced back cooly, his expression void of emotion. He looked calm, practiced. He spoke concisely, as if he'd practiced the words he planned to speak from the moment he'd stepped into the doorway with the bags of shopping in his hands.

"I think it's about time you told me what's happening between you and Killer, don't you?"

His soul plummeted, and the split carton fell to the floor, milk leaking onto the wood.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh no Dream, I think you do."

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I actually really enjoyed writing this agahaha I can't believe I've left them so long

Maybe some plot will start soon 👀👀

What do you think will happen next? 😱

Oh man this is a rollercoaster but Ah I liked the smut ahahah kduxudksjzud I've had this smut planned for almost a year and I've finally written it tehehehe

Lots of fun 😍

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-Jess-