Under The Mask

Chapter nine: Away at Lunch, Midnight Dialogue

Beware: Lime

Killer wasn't at his table. Neither was Dream. They were both gone from the cafeteria. Nightmare was wondering where he was. Scratch that. That was a lie. He was looking at Cross who sat alone. He considered getting up and questioning him about hid scars again, but didn't want to stress him out even more than he probably is already.

Killer and Dream. They were in an empty part of the school. "You need something, Dream?"

"Yeah, I want to survey you."

"Why? Am I not being a model student and your trying to figure out how to fix me?"

"No, this is about your love life!" Killer was shocked with how Dream was so blunt about it.

"My love life? Darling, you better get someone else."

"Oh? You're saying you don't have one?"

"None."

"My, my. That simply won't do. . ."

"Told you. Now I'm going to get lunch-"

"I can give you one."

Killer looked up as his eyes widened. "Pardon?"

Dream smiled and shook his head. "You heard me." He stepped towards the other. He put his hands on his shoulders. "I can give you one." The last sentence came out like a whisper. The sound ringing in Killer's ears, sending trills down his back.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh yes I can~"

Dream gave Killer soft kisses on his jaw, making his way up to his mouth. His eyes went half lidded and he leaned in. Killer shivered when he felt Dream's hot breath hit his lips. He had time to sputter out only two words before Dream closed the gap. "No way. . ."

And with that, Dream gave Killer a warm, tender kiss. "Mphh~" Killer moaned into the kiss as Dream gripped onto Killer's hip. Killer's lips were unbelievably soft. Dream pushed down more to deepen the kiss.

Killer was hesitant to slowly but surely kiss back. He dragged his hands up to Dream's head, ran one through his hair while the other one traced the back of his neck. He felt him lick his bottom lip, asking to enter Killer's mouth. He blushed even more than he already was at the silent request. Carefully, he opened his mouth and let Dream in.

His tongue explored every part of Killer's mouth, coating his walls in even more saliva.  When Dream was done, he played with Killer's tongue a bit, making him moan. They went at it for a while more before parting. They were both panting heavily, a string of saliva hanging from the tips of their tongues.

"Why the f**k are you such a good kisser?"

Dream simply shrugged. "I can give you more after school~" He slipped a hand up Killer's shirt. "Way more~"

Killer blushed again. "My place or. . ."

"Your place."

"Right, I'll text you the address later." The bell rings loud throughout the school. Lunch had ended. Dream left with a smirk on his face and Killer with messy, stained blush.

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"Hey~"

"Hi, Dream. Glad you could make it."

"Oh~ is that so~?"

"Oh my gosh, shut up with your sexy voice and get in here."

"Hehe, alright. Needy much?"

"Shut up!" Killer dragged Dream to his room. He pushed him inside and locked the door behind them. He sighed and turned around only to be immediately pinned him to the door. Dream had a lustful look in his eyes as he went down to kiss Killer who stopped him. "Hold on."

Dream looked surprised, but didn't protest. Killer grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit on the bed. He pushed Dream down and kissed him. "K-Killer?"

"Just enjoy this, Dreamy~" Killer grinned at the sight of Dream under him. This would be fun~!

Downstairs, his parents were wondering what was going down- or, up? On! Yeah, on. . .

At Dream and Nightmare's place, Nightmare was wondering where his brother went, but not for long. He decided that it would be a great time to take advantage of the peace. He was scrolling through his contacts when he came across one in particular that caught his eye. Cross Peñaloza. Since when did he have Cross' number? That. . . didn't concern him at the moment.

He tapped on the call button and put his phone to his ear. Cross heard his phone vibrate and saw Nightmare calling. What!? Nightmare? How?? Despite his questions, he still answered and slid into the bathroom. He couldn't sign, so he had no choice but to speak. "H-hello. . ?"

Nightmare bit his bottom lip. He found Cross' voice absolutely adorable. "Heya, Crossy! I found your contact on my phone, so I thought I'd call."

Cross blushed. Crossy? Had Nightmare really just called him Crossy? He was dying. "O-oh, okay? Uhm, d-do you need so-something?"

"Hmm, do you want to come over to my place?"

"Wha-WHAT!? Oops, uh- sorry for being loud- I uh- uh! I- err, you m-mean that?"

"Haha! Sure. You can stutter a lot, you know."

"Uh, haha. . . I-I want to. . . kinda? B-but, um, it's M-Monday?"

"And?"

"I'm not really allowed to go out on school nights."

There was an audible groan. "Seriously?"

"Um, yeah."

"Where do you live? Can I come over?"

"My dad doesn't want visitors right now and my younger brother is asleep."

"Y-younger brother?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Oh! I just. . . didn't know you had a sibling."

"Hmm, well, I'm going to bed now. Night~."

Nightmare blushed a bit. That would make a good nickname, and the way he said it, too.

"Have beautiful nightmares, Crossy~." And with that, he hung up.

Cross' face lit up with a noticeable lavender. Crossy!? Beautiful nightmares!? Why the hell did he sound hot!? Aghhh!!

Cross got up and walked out of the bathroom. He laid down on his bed and fell asleep.