Better Together

Gazing

This idea is a little skewered, but it turned out okay. Just Nightmare swooning over Cross.

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Nightmare felt the flush on his cheeks but he hoped it didn't show through his many layers of corruption. He knew this was wrong, or it could be conceived that way, but damn it, what was the use of having a boyfriend when you're not allowed to stare at him? 

Especially if that boyfriend was as fit as Cross. By gods, Nightmare had felt like he was fainting when the soldier took off his shirt.

Why Cross insisted on training with his ecto summoned? Nightmare had not the slightest clue. However, he was not complaining. Not at all. 

He always knew the soldier had started his routinely morning workout when Nightmare sensed him running laps around the manor. Peeking at Cross' fit body might be one of the bigger reasons he got out of bed so early in the mornings.

He'd sneak all the way to the training room, so that he'd already be there when Cross arrived for the rest of his workout. Don't ask him why he was packaging the mess that was Killer's knives, the flirt never cleaned them up afterwards, but it was a good excuse to be in the room. 

Though he was quite certain that Cross wanted to question him on why he didn't just pull Killer out of bed and start yelling, he was thankful Cross didn't ask.

The soldier's ecto would likely be drenched in a shiny layer of sweat as he walked into the room. It made the already glowing light purple ecto shimmer like a gold ring in a river. 

Nightmare didn't know why the sight of Cross flexing his muscles had him going weak in the knees, but it did, and Killer noticed that all to soon. "Oh, I see." He mumbled with a devilish giggle, Nightmare felt his blush rise higher.

"Good morning, Killer." He greeted with a noticeably stiff voice.

"Y'know, I always wondered why I go' away with no' cleanin' up after myself. Turns out you're busy hittin' two birdies with one stone." Killer observed with a smug grin. "How kind I was ta think I'd lend ya a hand this fine mornin'. 

Bu' ya don't want me here, do ya?" The way he feigned hurt in his voice was nearing the edge of comical. However, Nightmare felt nothing but shame.

He sighed. "Yes, I would rather not have you here. Please leave whilst I clean up your mess." Killer gave a salute and marched away with an: 'okie dokie.'

"There he goes." Nightmare almost jumped out of his non-existent skin upon hearing Cross speak while he stood at his side. "If you wanted to try working out could've just asked, boss." 

He said and Nightmare cleared his throat in hopes of steering the conversation in an entirely different direction. "I mean Night, sorry." Cross blushed as he corrected his formalities.

"I- uh, no." Nightmare sighed. "I am not here because I want to try working out, Cross." Cross stared at him with a look of pure confusion.

"You're not?" He asked aloud. "Then what-" He suddenly stopped mid-sentence and Nightmare pinched his brow as he was sure his blush was showing. "Oh. Oh." Cross said looking away bashfully. "Thank you?" He eventually said which had Nightmare sighing in disbelief.

"Oh for gods' sake, Cross. You are my lover. I'm allowed to gaze, no?" He huffed, an uneasy smile spread across his features.

"I never said you couldn't." Cross denied hurriedly. "I mean, I'm kinda flattered to be honest."

"You need not be." Nightmare shot back. "Flattered, that is."

"No, but I am. These scars aren't exactly sightly." Nightmare felt the self-loathing creep in. He tutted as he told Cross that was the best part.

"If anything they are proof of how strong you truly are." He elaborated to which Cross' blush rose to his cheeks.

Nightmare simply showed up after that talk, to gaze at Cross all he wanted whilst Killer grumbled as the deity made sure he cleaned his mess. 

All the while, Cross seemed grateful that they showed up every few mornings. He was also dying of embarrassment every time he caught Nightmare's eye.