Safe With Me (Shatteredmare fic)

He's Mine Now

(This is NOT a lemon chapter)

Nightmare's sobs hadn't stopped throughout the night. This made Shattered feel terribly guilty. He wished Nightmare didn't have to feel like this about everything. Nightmare deserved more than what he was giving himself credit for, and Shattered knew it. Gradually, though, Nightmare had fallen asleep, his grip loosening on Shattered's sleeve. When he had, Shattered began subconsciously stroking the top of Nightmare's skull, letting his fingernail trail from top to bottom. He was cautious around the neck area, because he knew that Nightmare was very sensitive there, as he had noticed.

Carefully, Shattered let out a sigh as he pulled Nightmare onto his lap. Nightmare's back was pressed up against his right hand as his sleepy partner had let go of the sleeves, his arms now falling to the side and over Shattered's knee. He smirked in satisfaction, his eyes lidding halfway when he watched Nightmare's sleepy eyes remain shut. Aw, he was so cute.

Shattered shut his eyes, or well, eye, and relaxed a little, his tension easing since he didn't have to worry about anyone coming between them any time soon.

"It's just him and me," he breathed quietly. His smirk still remained, although he wished he wasn't as cheeky as he was sometimes. What had even happened to real affection? Instead, Shattered was constantly wanting to hold Nightmare when Nightmare didn't want to be held; he was wanting to touch Nightmare when Nightmare didn't want to be touched. Why? Hell if Shattered knew.

Shaking his head, Shattered came back from reality and looked back at Nightmare, who had fallen deep into sleep by now. The urge to hold him closer was growing on Shattered, to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, so he pressed Nightmare closer to his chest. He sighed again, letting the hand that had been stroking his head go to his back and massage his spine gently. Still, Shattered wanted more from this, but he didn't know what it was.

Then Shattered realized what he had wanted. He wanted to restrain Nightmare, and badly, to make himself feel more secure... or whatever excuse Shattered had. He didn't care, he just wanted to do it.

Shattered knew he would have to be careful about it, but he summoned his four, slick tentacles and hovered them over Nightmare's skin. He hesitated. Should I do this? He asked, unsure. He shook his head, his tentacles twitching as he forced them to pull back a bit. I'm not sure. Nightmare wouldn't appreciate it, he argued. He opened his eyes again, immediately noticing Nightmare's adorable face and he blushed. He sighed, and finally he allowed his twitching tentacles to grab around Nightmare.

Finally, the relief that flooded over him was pleasing. Finally, he could take his tendrils and wrap his loved one in them while he slept, keeping him safe within them. Shattered swore to keep him safe. Safe from everything.

He sighed, allowing a tentacle to wrap around Nightmare's waist in case something went wrong and he would need to secure him. Next a tendril came in from under Nightmare's armpit (that was facing away from Shattered, so his right one) and came up to Nightmare's shoulder, nuzzling next to Nightmare's neck and rubbing his skeletal neck in the slightest, subconsciously. A third tentacle came up to Nightmare's spine and lay against his back, coming up to his skull and rubbing it sideways, the tip of the tendril facing away from Shattered as it curled and flexed. Finally, his fourth tentacle started just below Nightmare's hips and wrapped around his two legs, tying them together possessively, the tentacle curling down his leg until it reached his ankles, where it then rubbed there as well.

All these tendrils were still rubbing all over Nightmare, sometimes twitching in Shattered's pure joy and excitement. He hoped that Nightmare never woke up... but at the same time, Shattered definitely not want that.

"He's mine now," Shattered breathed, closing his eyes and putting his nose on Nightmare's left cheek. "Hhh." Using his nonexistent, skeletal nose, he rubbed Nightmare's cheek lovingly. "I just want to hold him forever," he purred, moving his own right cheek to Nightmare's so that their faces were facing the same way. His lazy eye's pupil flicked to Nightmare's face. He saw Nightmare's shut eye sockets twitch a little, but he didn't wake up or show any signs of disturbance.

"After all this work, I finally have him with me."