Better Together

Making Out

Killer being a little gremlin, and getting exactly what he wants.

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The comfortable silence was interrupted by Killer as per usual. The flirt irked Nightmare to respond as he whispered: "Hey, Night." When the boss didn't react, Killer nudged him. Nightmare begrudgingly opened his single eye socket and glanced down at the idiot with the most unimpressed stare he could muster. "Wanna make out?" Nightmare should've anticipated the question, but he hadn't.

"No." He quite simply replied and to most it must sound bored, annoyed or completely devoid of emotion. Killer, being the annoyingly observant bastard that he was, noticed how quick the idea was shot down. Nightmare tended to think things through before making a decision. The fact that he'd reject Killer so easily hinted toward a possible annoyance or embarrassment.

Though the deity saved all of his lackeys from an eternity of misery, he himself wasn't completely angst free. Nobody was happy every part of the day. As for what was holding him back, Killer had the gnawing feeling that his beloved boss didn't feel like he deserved smooches. So, he did what Killer does best. He pushed. "C'mon, I know ya wanna kiss my handsome face."

The flirt made sure to wriggle his non-existent eye brows, just to look extra stupid. After all, he was best at romancing attractive skeletons by making a complete fool of himself. The strategy had yet to fail, it even worked with Nightmare as would be evident by the adoring huff that slipped past his teeth. "Go to sleep, Killer." He dawdled with a lighter undertone. Killer pat himself on the back, mentally.

"Gimmie g'nigh' kiss?" He begged with big doe eyes and the most honeyed-up voice he had up his sleeve. Nightmare snorted at that. Whilst muttering a: "Come here." Under his breath, he leant in. 

The flirt scootched over to his boss' side of the bed, he was rewarded with a peck on the crown of his skull. "C'mon." He muttered before clarifying. "A real kiss." Nightmare sighed, clearly unimpressed. "C'mon, bub." He pushed.

Nightmare groaned before diving towards Killer's 'lips'. The deity had probably known that Killer would only escalate from there. When they pulled away the flirt asked for another one and another one. "Kill," Nightmare was interrupted by the idiot's tangy voice.

"Thi's th' last one." He promised, but he also promised for the one after that and the one after that. The kisses also lasted longer as each other kiss ended. When Nightmare finally managed to escape the flirt's coercions, both of them were panting breathlessly.

"What is it with you and the French kissing?" The royal wondered out loud.

"I like wrestling." Killer replied with a satisfied smirk, Nightmare was only confused by the comment. He decided not to comment and as such, they returned to silence. That was once again shattered by Killer's pitched voice. "Hey, big guy, wanna make out?"

Nightmare facepalmed whilst muttering: "Dear gods." Horror's blush lighted up a small portion of the room. He was left undecided as Cross chimed in.

"I wanna make out." He whined.

"Don't say that, you moron." Dust scolded. "He'll never let you go."

Everyone stopped whispering as Nightmare groaned. "All of you, please. Go to sleep."

"But I want kisses." Cross whined. "You got kisses, now I want kisses."

"Cross." Dust growled with a staccato voice. "Shut-" before she could tell anyone off, Killer had already pulled Cross towards him by the collar of his shirt. 

After they were done, which sounded very loud in the silence, the soldier shuffled up to Horror and gave the big guy a peck. Dust was the last one who got a skeleton kiss. Back to silence it was, until-

"Hey Dust, wanna make out." Nightmare heard himself as he boomed.

"We are never sleeping collectively in my bed, ever again."