We're Not Toys

Chapter 15

TW: Cheating and mentions of drugs

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Night walked into Ink's room and lifted him from his wheelchair up into his bed. Dream was asleep, the drugs ending his ptsd induced panic attack, and he wanted to make sure that Ink was alright after being cast out of the room. He placed a hand on Ink's and looked up into his eyes with a mixture of worry and love.

"I am sorry that happened. For what it is worth, I do not think he did that because of whatever happened between you two in there." Night tried to reassure.

"I... I wouldn't be so sure..." Ink responded, silencing any comfort Night could try to offer him. "Where's Cross?" He asked, changing the subject.

"At work, he just made sure you two were ok and once you two were taken away by your doctors he left to go do something." Night explained.

"Oh... when's he coming back?"

"I am not sure. I am sure he will be back before today ends though. He worries about you a lot, you know."

"He shouldn't. I'm no-"

"You are worth it, Ink." Night interrupted, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "I know you do not believe it, but you are."

Ink sighed and tried to pull Night up into his arms. He allowed him to and was embraced tightly by Ink as he pulled him onto the bed with him. He smiled down at him and wrapped his arms around him in turn. Night attempted to give him some comfort in the same way he had seen his brother doing it, running his hands through Ink's overgrown and messy hair. He needed a haircut, so did Dream, they hadn't been given one since they were kidnapped and it showed. Both men's hair was down to their shoulders, in their eyes-even more than before. But it didn't stop Night from comforting him and petting his head affectionately.

"I missed you... Nighty." Ink said happily.

"I..." he whispered from the shock, "I missed you too."

He leaned up into him, leaning his head underneath Night's chin. Ink sighed and allowed himself to be held and comforted, despite how he still believed that he didn't deserve any of this. He placed his chin on Night's chest and looked up into his eyes tiredly, and Night couldn't help but think how sweet and adorable he looked like that. He so desperately wanted to lean down and capture his lips in a kiss that he just realised he had been craving for decades.

"I love you Ink." He whispered, though he honestly didn't mean to say it out loud.

The fact that it was an accident was obvious by how he flinched back and covered his mouth in shock.he quietly apologised and admitted that he never meant for that to be an audible admittance. It was just very bad timing for him to admit that he loved him both to himself and to Ink himself. He could tell it wasn't the right thing when Ink reeled back, his face one of shock and confusion. Even after another apology from the man embracing him his face remained frozen from the surprise. Ink closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down before leaning back down against his chest. Night sighed in relief, apologising a third time but trying to just go right back to petting through his hair and hoping that they could both just ignore what he just said. But his hopes were dashed when Ink spoke once again, furthering the conversation.

"Really? It's... it's been so long since we..." He muttered, not really knowing what to say.

"I... I know... I really am sorr-" Night started, being interrupted by Ink as he leaned up and pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

Night's eyes went wide, but they quickly shut again and they both leaned into the act of affection. It wasn't something that Night expected, but Ink always learned better physically. He had a lot of confusing and mixed emotions, and love was always the hardest for him. He had no idea how he felt, not about Night, not about anyone really. But he knew what he liked, and the easiest way for him to be able to discern whether or not he liked someone romantically. It was the way he found his feelings for Cross, and he had liked multiple people at once before, so maybe Night had a chance after all.

It didn't take long for Ink to be able to know how he felt. He very easily knew that he still had feelings for Night. He had no idea why, or how he could tell with something as simple as a kiss, but here they were. They sat there enjoying each other for a few minutes and barely pulled away from each other for air. They were desperate, as if their bodies had been craving this since the last time they allowed themselves to be so free and affectionate with each other. Night was the first to speak once they finally managed to pull themselves away from each other long enough to get a word in.

"I am sorry." He blurted out, making Ink chuckle quietly.

"Don't be. I was the one who kissed you." He responded.

"What... what about Cross...?" Night asked, suddenly feeling guilty after the heat of the moment wore off.

"Oh..." Ink muttered. "I... I dunno. Fuck... I shouldn't have done that. I should be the one that's sorry."

Night looked down at him now riddled with guilt that he helped Ink cheat on his lover. Cross was a good guy and he didn't deserve that after everything he had done for both Ink and Dream. But part of him just couldn't help himself. Thankfully his conscience was still intact and he knew that making out with another man's boyfriend was an asshole move. He reluctantly pulled himself away from Ink, knowing that it was the right thing to do despite how he really didn't want to.

"I'm sorry..." Ink muttered, also filled with guilt.

"I do not think I am the one that needs an apology, Ink." Night said sadly.

Suddenly, as if he knew they were talking about them Cross entered the room and was met by both of the guilty men. His unknowing smile only made them both feel worse, and that awkward silence made his dashing smile falter. He walked over to Ink in a hurry and checked him over for anything that might make them both look so sad with a worried look on his face.

"Is everything alright Ink? What's going on?" Cross asked, worry obviously lacing his tone.

"I'm fine, please don't worry about me Cross." Ink insisted, though he turned to Night for a possibly more cohesive answer.

"He is fine, Cross." Night also insisted, though it was a little more hesitant than Ink was.

"Tell me what's wrong." Cross insisted.

Ink leaned in to him and wrapped his arms around his neck. He insisted that he was fine, and that he would talk to him about it later, when he was ready. It was a mental thing then, something that-for whatever reason-Night got to learn first. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy shoot through him at that idea, but he pushed it down for Ink's sake. As long as he was taken care of it didn't matter. Even though he so desperately wanted to be the one who Ink could confide all his issues to. Night awkwardly left the room, partly to be with his brother, and partly to give them the space they needed to talk without him there, making that awkwardness even worse for them all.

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