The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

Healing

Ink groaned as he slipped into consciousness, but he refused to open his eyes. It was light in the room, that much he could tell even through his eyelids, and he wanted to fall asleep again. His body still ached from the weeks he was forced to endure, and it was just easier to sleep through that pain while he waited for it to subside. He moved to get a little more comfortable in what he thought was Killer's arms. It was where he fell asleep after all, but his eyes fluttered open when he heard Killer's voice off in the distance, and not right above him.

"Welcome to the party, sleeping beauty." Killer said, chuckling to himself.

He hummed a small noise and groggily looked around the room. He saw everyone else awake, lounging around, and he was somehow in a different place, being held by a different one of the Bad Sanses. He looked up and saw Nightmare, still sleeping, nuzzling into him. He leaned up into him and turned onto his side, closing his eyes again.

"You doing alright?" Dust asked him.

"Better." He said groggily.

"That's good." Cross said.

"Bosss can I have him back?" Killer whined.

Nightmare groaned and Ink could feel him pulling him in tighter. He guessed he wasn't moving for a while, he was sort of resigned to his fate of being Nightmare's teddy bear for a little while longer. He didn't mind, he enjoyed the physical affection after weeks of not being able to touch anyone without agonising pain. The ache was still there, like a burning wherever Nightmare touched him. He wasn't fully healed yet, whatever cure they gave him didn't fix him immediately, but it was better than nothing.

"Pleeeaaase?" Killer whined.

"Fuck off." Nightmare said, pulling him even tighter.

"Niiiiight." Ink whined, struggling against him.

"Yes love?" Nightmare said, tone softening considerably.

"You're squeezing me too tight." He whimpered.

Nightmare relaxed his arms and kissed his forehead, dropping his arms to the side. He apologised to him quietly and Ink reassured him that it was ok. He continued cuddling into him and wrapped his arms around his neck lovingly. He forced his tired body to lean up into Nightmare and he pulled him into a loving, though pretty sloppy kiss. Nightmare pushed back against him and closed his eyes. The two could hear the others laughing at them and making both jeering and sexual remarks, but they didn't care all that much. They just continued to enjoy each other's company.

Ink pulled away from him and dropped back into his lap. He leaned up against his neck and nuzzled his clavicle.

"Aww, none for us? Why's he the only one that gets to make out with you?" Killer whined.

"Oh be quiet Killer." Nightmare said, rolling his eyes.

Though Ink took a much nicer approach and he gestured for Killer to come over to him. He smirked and stood up, leaning down to him. Ink wrapped his arms around Killer's neck and kissed him sweetly. But it was honestly much more of a little peck than the passionate kiss he gave Nightmare. Killer scoffed and tried to lean in for another kiss, but Ink dodged it and instead just leaned into his chest affectionately.

"That was it?" Killer asked.

"You'll live with it." Ink mumbled.

Killer sighed and wrapped one arm around his back and placed his other hand on the back of his skull. He leaned down and whispered to him lovingly.

"I'm so glad you're ok," he said.

"I missed you." Ink replied, equally as quiet.

"I missed you too baby."