Sanscest/Fontcest Fluff and/or Smut One/Multi-Shots [Requests On Hold]

~Happy New Years Pt. 1 - Human Cream

(Yes, they are humans. Yes, they are both guys. Happy Gay New Years)

(The ~ is a smut warning.)

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(Cross)

I really enjoy going to Nightmare's house for New Year parties. He always had very interesting people there. People who got wasted in less than two hours. Like Killer, Dust, and Horror, who had a drinking competition with shots of tequila. Now Dust was passed out on the floor, Killer was giggling like mad while playing with a knife, and Horror seemed mildly fuzzy. What kind of tolerance does that guy have, or is he just that really quiet-type drunk?

Ink, Error, and Fresh were there as well. Error stuck to the wall while Ink tried to get him to join the fun. Fresh just snapped photos of Dust and Killer, laughing.

I sat on the couch with a glass of champagne. I watched Nightmare and his brother from across the room. Mostly I watched his brother.

Dream was perfect. His pale blond hair swept back as he laughed, his pale gold eyes sparkling. His gold-blue hoodie hugged his figure nicely, showing off his slender arms and gently curved waist. His fair skin paired nicely with his faded blue jeans and light gold high-tops. Oh, how I'd love to see those curves and lean muscles beneath me, those gold eyes staring up at me, that gold-blue hoodie and those jeans on the floor a few feet away... I licked my lips and sipped my champagne.

He saw me watching and waved, still smiling brightly. I gave a little wave back.

Nightmare had also seen me watching. He split off from his brother and walked towards me, a small scowl on his face. His skin would be as fair as his brothers if he stopped wearing dark blues and maybe dyed his hair a lighter color than its natural raven black. So he just looked pale. But his dark eyes flashed at me as he sat next to me on the couch. I took another sip of my champagne, still watching Dream as he wandered around the room.

"What's up, Nightmare?" I asked casually.

"You wouldn't be getting any ideas about my brother, would you now, Cross?" he asked.

"Wow, straight to the point," I looked over at him, smirking, "So what if I am?"

"You better not be, Cross," Nightmare growled, "Or else..."

"Fine, fine," I rolled my eyes, "I'll put away my thoughts."

"Good," he said shortly before walking away, throwing me a glance.

I felt someone on the couch behind me and sighed. "What do you want, Chara?"

"Oh, nothing," he said. I looked over at him, seeing him laying upside down on the back of the couch and staring at me, smirking. I hated being stuck with him, but he was my twin brother. A fraternal twin, but my brother nonetheless. "Just want to help you," he added slyly.

"Help me how?" I asked suspiciously. He was too clever for his own good, and it put me on edge sometimes.

"Help you hook up with Dream, duh," he said obviously, picking at his fingernails. I sat up a bit.

"And how would you do that?"

"Well," he flipped around, sitting up and leaning towards me, "I have an idea..."

(Dream)

"So, Ink, how is your boyfriend doing?" I asked the colorful creator. Ink rolled his bright eyes that seemed to change color.

"Oh, being anti-social as always," he sighed, flipping his hair, which was dyed in a pastel rainbow this week, out of his eyes, "But he's gotten over a little bit of his haphephobia around me," a smirk flashed on his mouth while he looked over at his dark-skinned boyfriend.