Nightmare's Little Brothers [ShatteredDreammare Story]

Mine (lemon)

Warning
May contain tentacles
Tbh most of the chapters contain tentacles...

Warning
This entire book may contain tentacles.

For real though.
[Contains the following: biting, lil bit of blood, tentacles of course, masochism, rough sex, lil bit of praise, and the most kinky of all... after care. Also that gay shit.]

  

   The night after the Ballroom incident Nightmare chose to spend his night with Dream. He hadn't been able to make dinner for Dream in a while, so he decided he would that night. Especially after the chaos of yesterday, they both thought it would be best if the two lay low socially for a while.

   Nightmare started making dinner with what ingredients he could find in Dream's barren pantries.
   Seen as Dream couldn't cook, he mostly had easy to put together snacks and an unopened box of pancake mix. But after bringing a few ingredients of his own, Nightmare managed to make a full fledged dinner for the two of them.

   Dream happily watched Nightmare work his magic in the kitchen as he sat on the counter. Though it didn't take long before he jumped down and walked over to Nightmare, wrapping his arms around him from behind as Nightmare cooked on the stove.
   Naturally, Nightmare's tentacles summoned to then wrap around Dream's smaller body and cuddle him gently as Nightmare focused more on not burning the dinner.

   The same tentacles that took so many lives, and destroyed so much, held Dream with a delicate touch. They could crush his bones easily with their strength, but in this case, they weren't there to hurt anything. Just to hold, and comfort who Nightmare loved.

   They had their dinner together, with some quiet conversations here and there as they ate. Just talking about their day, their worries, their hopes, they could talk all day about their worries and hopes, wishes and guilts. Most of which they already know about eachother.
  
   After they ate, Dream started cleaning up, shooing Nightmare away anytime he tried to help Dream. "Nightmare cook, Dream clean" was his excuse. Truth was, Nightmare knew Dream was just a control freak when it came to cleaning.
   Nightmare pouted teasingly, clearly mimicking Dream whenever he wanted attention from Nightmare. Reluctantly, and with a pout right back at Nightmare, Dream gave in and let Nightmare clean the dishes while he dried them with a towel.

   Dream watched Nightmare like a hawk, making sure he was 'doing it right'. This was certainly a different side of Dream that Nightmare hadn't seen before. Nightmare couldn't quite tell if he found it annoying, or cute.
  
   After cleaning up, Nightmare went over to the living room, taking his book from the coffee table beside the couch and sitting down comfortably. He flipped to his page, taking the bookmark out and placing it to the side. Dream,  as soon as he was finished cleaning, went over and sat beside Nightmare, he snuggled his way to be right next to him, close enough to rest his head on Nightmare's shoulder as he read his book.
   Nightmare looked down at Dream, and Dream looked back up at him with his wide golden eyes.

   The way he looked at him, and the face Dream made, reminded Nightmare of Shattered. When Nightmare would just be reading and Shattered would cuddle up beside him, just to be close to him.
   Nightmare always tried not to think about Shattered, especially when he's with Dream.
   When he was kidnapped by Shattered, he couldn't stop thinking about Dream. Now that he's back with Dream, he couldn't stop thinking about Shattered. What was wrong with him?
   Nightmare pushed away the thought, he refused to be a victim of Stockholm syndrome especially now since he's free from Shattered's captivity.
   Still, he often wondered how Shattered was doing without him.

   Nightmare kept reading his book, his tentacles gently wrapping around Dream again to cuddle Dream and hold him closer.
   Dream was happy to be near Nightmare. Happy to be in his presence and wrapped up in his tentacles. He never minded the feel of Nightmare's slimy tentacles, the slime didn't stick to anything despite it feeling like it would.
   It was just the texture that bothered most people, being somewhere between a solid and liquid. And the fact that they were made of negative feelings, formed into a shape-shifting slimy substance.
   Maybe the tentacles would bother Dream more if Nightmare's aura didn't have an 'opposite effect' on him. In the same way that Dream's positive aura tried to push Nightmare away, Nightmare's negative aura always drew Dream in.