Crossmare Week 2022

Protect

This chapter is supposed to be the intro but it's also the most mature. Things will only get more wholesome, I promise.

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His boss was smothering handsome. Not even his foes could deny that but this particular enemy was doing something Cross could not leave alone. He'd known about his feelings for the deity for a while now but when that pesky excuse of a being touched his boss, it showed.

Cross didn't know how his outsmarting boss got into this uncomfortable situation while also putting Cross in a risky position. Not only for his own health but also the life quality of the deity's current opponent who was touching his boss in private places while also pointing a knife at his throat, threatening to slice and kill. 

Apparently it was necessary to have Cross watch as the creep whispered unwelcome and nasty things to the blind side of Nightmare's skull. While still remaining audible to everyone in the pool room, which would be Cross, Killer, Nightmare and the man himself.

Cross was fuming with hatred. He wanted to rip out this man's spine, grind it down and feed it to him, if only he could. Cross and Killer's brows furrowed more and more each time the bastard called their boss pretty or claimed his bones to be smooth like a girl. A ridiculous comparison.

Killer had tried to get touchy with Nightmare on multiple occasions and each time the boss had nearly amputated his hands. The deity would have given this unholy demon the same treatment if not for Killer's knife, its name supposedly Cassandra, threatening to end his life.

Which was the only reason Cross and Killer watched, furiously and a little stunned, how the enemy touched wherever he pleased. Cross knew there would be an end to this because the whole gang had a plan for if this ever happened.

He just had to keep hold of the gun behind his back and wait patiently.

Cross knew it was a part of Nightmare's unspoken plan and just another slice of his acting skills when he manages to distract the son of a bitch long enough for him to not notice they turned to the side a lot. Enough for Cross to hit the man without hitting his boss.

Cross didn't hesitate, wanting those sinful hands off of his boss as soon as possible. He pulled the gun, took the risk and shot the man through his head, successfully. The pool table now had a red blotching pattern on it.

With blood still gushing out of his head, the bitch's body was slumped down against the side. Face forever trapped in a perverted grin. Killer, getting them into this situation, would probably have to clean up the stains and dispose of the present body.

Cross' boss had long ripped himself from the unpleasant embrace and shook the ripples of ghost touches all over his body. There was an audible groan of disgust at the look of blood on the boss' suit although barely visible because of the fabric's dark colour.

Nightmare disapprovingly, same as Cross, stared at Killer who raised his hands in defeat while muttering a: 'sorry.'

"Clean this mess." The deity ordered Killer, who wasted no time in picking up his knife which had dropped to the floor, before dragging the body out of the room to somewhere they'll never know. "Would you mind directing me to the nearest closet?"

"Yes boss," Cross spoke on instinct, "if you would follow me." The deity made his way over to the exit and watched as Cross nearly bashed his skull open in his haze to open the door. He gave a huff, amused. When they arrived, Cross waited outside.

Cross ordered himself to not be tempted by that which he had sworn not to do, take a peek while his boss was changing, that was. He also swore to never let anyone touch his boss ever again, except for himself.