Under The Mask

Chapter thrity six: Beach Episode - Day Four - Aftermath

4788 words. Again, lime and implied lemon

Cross left the room a lot later, he used the connected bathroom earlier. "Hey, where's Nightmare?" Error asked. He, Cross, Killer, Dust and Horror were in the room.

"He's resting."

"Hm, sure."

Cross hummed and then smirked. "Well, think about it this way. Where's Ink?"

". . ."

". . ."

". . . YOU TOPPED NIGHTMARE?!" Error 'asked.'

"Maybe."

"HOW THE HELL!?" Dust yelled.

"Why? You want to do him, too?"

"Ew, no. I'm wondering how the f**k. It's Nightmare."

"In my eyes, he's my boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah. We know." Dust said.

Cross sat on the couch. "I might've used him too much." He hummed. "It was good, though. I think he enjoyed it."

"From you? Definitely." Error said. Dust pulled Horror somewhere else so they couldn't hear the three.

"I can't see Nightmare as a bottom." Killer chuckled.

"Good. That's only for me."

Error and Killer choked. "I never knew you were this shameless." Killer sat beside him.

"You don't know a lot about me."

"Yeah, fair."

"And I thought Reaper was the mysterious one." Error said.

"Even after I came along?" A door creaked. Nightmare looked tired and stepped out. He sat beside Cross and hugged him. Cross chuckled and sat in his lap. "Aww~" Nightmare huffed.

"God, what the hell happened?" Error asked.

Nightmare hid his cherry coloured face in Cross' shoulder. Cross laughed quietly. "I told you what happened."

"Nightmare, can I tell Dream?" Killer grinned.

"No-!" Nightmare's voice was a 'little' dry.

"How the f**k did we not hear him screaming? And same thing with Ink."

"Because I held mine in." Ink sat on the arm of the couch. Error cuddled him. "What happened to Nightmare?" Ink asked.

"He was topped by Cross."

". . . He was what?!"

"I know, right?" He hummed. "How're you feeling?"

"I feel better."

"Good."

"Error, is he wearing anything under your sweater, or?" Killer asked.

"I'll check." Error grinned at Ink.

"No-! When we're alone."

"I'm not gonna lift it up." Error chuckled. He slid a hand up Ink's thigh. Ink huffed and looked away. "Yeah, he's wearing shorts. A shame, really~"

"You're the one being a shame, but you don't care." Ink hid his face against Error.

"Rude."

"Horny."

"Hey. . !" Ink crossed his arms. Error pulled him into a kiss. "You looked amazing, by the way."

". . . Thanks. . ."