Damned

Mine

((Warning: there is some HorrorFresh lemon here-))
-Nightmare's POV-

Hentai Man? Where the hell did he get that one from?

I shook my head, leaving the main hall and heading upstairs to my chambers. Once I made it there, I shut the door and locked it.

I blushed lightly, thinking of what I wanted to do.

I sat on my bed, moved some of the navy blue blankets, turned and stared at the dark purple dresser in front of me.

I closed my eye, ready to relax, but then someone slammed something against my door.

I snarled. Do they even know me? Who the hell do you think you are?

I got up, crossing over the bloodred carpet, unlocking and yanking open my door. My tentacles turned sharp before I realized what was there.

A guard, who I believe was nicknamed Outer, was holding Cross in his arms bridal-style-

That pissed me off-

-saying something about Cross' conditions.

I grabbed Cross with my tentacles.

"You're speaking fast."

He flinched when I spoke, and I rose a figurative eyebrow.

"Dream's friend Ink is here, they're looking for Fresh and Blueberry and Ink attacked Cross when Cross tried protecting us and he has a gash on his lower chest and one small wound on his lower leg-"

"Shush, Outer, I have him." I closed the door, not looking at Outer's frantic face.

I went back to my bed, placing Cross down. He whimpered softly when his back hit the bed.

I blushed. I wanted to do one thing..

But had to keep myself calm.

And heal him.

Heal him, don't try and play with him, don't think about pinning him down and-

Cross' soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "King?"

I snapped out of it, realizing I had been staring. I blushed slightly, and sat down next to him.

"Lost in thought. Pull your shirt up or off, I can't heal you while you're wearing it."

Cross flushed, grabbing the ends of his shirt hesitantly. He pulled it up to show the gash, a cut covered in purple blood. I growled, reaching out and placing my hand gently on it, letting the healing magic come up and out, onto the gash.

I wanted so badly for him to pick the other choice.

Take it off. All the way.

I was going to make him take off his pants, that's for sure.

I sighed, looking at the faint scar. I looked back at him, and he flushed more.

I reached into his pants leg, found the scar, and healed it.

"Why are you blushing so much?" I wanted to ask- we stared at each other for a good five minutes.. and he looked flustered.

"You're s-staring, King.." Cross peered at me. I smirked.

I got onto him, grabbing his hands and intertwining our fingers together. "So~?"

By now, my floofy bean was covering his face and squealing, fully embarrassed by the situation.