The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

The Kings Room

Warning: Mentions and themes of manipulation, drinking alcohol, slightly spicy chapter.

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  Nightmare sat in his office working on plans about the destruction of aus. He had given the rest of the Bad Sanses a well needed rest after relentless days of attacking aus. They were all tired and injured, and now that they had Ink in their grasp they could finally rest. Nightmare hoped the week of rest was enough to turn their sloppy attacks and pathetic ability to dodge back into their usual sharp instincts and near perfect attacks.

  His head popped up when he heard a knock at his door. He was so engulfed in his work that he didn't hear or feel anyone nearing the office. He groaned as he stood up, stretching his body after the hours of sitting he had forced upon himself. Nightmare walked over to the door and opened it to see the small creator standing outside. His annoyance quickly subsided as he questioned what he was doing here.

  “Cleaning.” Ink responded tersely. “Your room?” He barely elaborated.

  Nightmare sighed, opened the door, and gestured for Ink to follow him as he started down the hallway. He did so without a word from either of them as they walked. Nightmare stopped outside an ornate door, the entrance to his bedroom and unlocked and opened the door. Nightmare closed the door behind the both of them after they entered and Ink looked around the mostly clean room with squinted eyes.

  Nightmare flicked the light switch on which revealed the mostly tidy room. Ink looked around, taking in the room and looking for something he thought he could improve upon. It was a juxtaposition as opposed to his office which was a mess of papers, objects broken in anger, and dust collected over years of not cleaning it.

  “My office is a lot worse, I honestly do not think that room will ever be cleaned.” Nightmare stated, managing to gain Ink’s easily susceptible attention “I shall spare you the trauma of cleaning that mess.”

  “Ok, I guess you do work a lot, don’t you?” Ink asked.

  “Yes, most of the time I spend here is sleeping and maybe watching a movie or two on the rare occasion.”

  Ink walked over to his small desk and started cleaning it. Though there was not a lot to really clean. He mostly just tidied up papers and straightened up the few calligraphy pens Nightmare had on his desk. It was an easy fix before he moved to his closet, again doing the small bit he could to tidy whatever mess he could find. He sorted through the clothes and sectioned them off in whatever way he assumed was the best. He next moved to the dresser tidying that up and trying not to recoil at the idea of organizing Nightmare’s underwear.

  Nightmare’s eyes were trained on Ink, watching his every movement as he worked his way through the drawers. He was strangely methodical and fluid, rarely stopping to think. He folded things in a way that Nightmare thought was a little unnecessary, but to Ink it was very important to do everything a very specific way.

  Nightmare’s eyes and mind slowly wandered to the dress Ink was wearing. The way it moved, how cute he thought he looked in it. His thoughts eventually grew more lewd and wandered to Ink’s ecto-body. It was something that was required to summon in order to wear the dress. It amused Nightmare how short it was, and how he was sure it revealed a little more than Ink would be comfortable with him seeing. He was snapped out of his trance when Ink gained his attention with the god forsaken name he was forced to call him and everyone else in that house.

  “You’ve been staring at me for a couple minutes, everything ok?” He asked, though he more wanted him to stop staring than to actually see if he was ok.