Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Lovely Duet

Sure enough, almost as soon as they'd left the mansion, Dust had disappeared. Cross and Nightmare had both gone to a sandwich shop. They sat outside, in a patio-area, quietly eating. Cross had ordered chocolate milk, clearly obsessed with the concept. Nightmare found it amusing.

He continued to eat before pausing and sighing. One of Cross' hands had slipped over and was stroking one of his tentacles again. He rolled his eye and lifted the tentacle before placing it down again in Cross' lap. This seemed to surprise the other and he looked up at him with an 'are you sure' kind of look.

Nightmare took another bite of his sandwich and closed his eyes, feeling soothed by Cross' hands. Cross seemed to enjoy it too. He gently stroked the tentacle with both hands, a small smile spreading on his face as it began to wiggle quietly, without Nightmare's knowledge. "Adorable..." Cross murmured quietly.

Nightmare felt his face slightly heat up, but he didn't dare show the other how flustered the word made him. Cross continued to stroke the tentacle and Nightmare felt him pause. He jumped as Cross stroked his hand up the tentacle, closer to his back. Immediately, Nightmare's face lit up and he jerked away, his tentacles all arching. "Don't." He warned.

Cross stared at him calmly. Nightmare glared back at him and finished the sandwich, standing. Cross sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned back to his own meal as Nightmare went to throw away his trash. He shivered, his tentacles all curling and whipping behind him. He briefly wondered how Dream was doing with the stoned Killer.

He jumped as he felt a hand on his tentacles again and turned to glare at Cross as the other tossed away his own trash. "Is it normal for your tentacles to entangle themselves like this?"'Cross asked, a brow raised. Nightmare scowled before jumping. Cross had gone behind him and was quietly untangling his tentacles. He stroked his hand over each one he got loose, staying away from the base.

Nightmare grumbled out a thanks and Cross chuckled softly. "What's to be done now?" Cross asked, glancing over at Nightmare. Nightmare shrugged. His tentacles waved quietly behind him.

"Hell if I know..." He mumbled quietly. He honestly had no idea. He had a bad feeling about returning to the mansion right away. Like if they did, they would end up seeing something they didn't want to.

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Horror blinked and furrowed his brow. All of a sudden, he jumped as someone inhaled sharply. He slowly looked over, dazed. Horror? What seems to be the matter? Lust stopped as Horror furrowed his brow. You looked so peaceful asleep and I did not want to wake you... He got up quietly, drifting next to the bed.

Horror still felt dazed and confused before nodding. He rubbed his head. "I-It's nothing... I-I'm fine..." He said softly, his voice wheezing. Lust gulped and came over to the bed. Horror laid back down, confused. Lust reached down and stroked Horror's cheek. Horror closed his eyes with a soft sigh. The coldness felt nice.

"It's... real hot..." Horror mumbled. Lust stared at him. Horror blinked. Why did the other seem so dismayed? He blinked as Lust pressed a cold, ghostly hand to his forehead and Horror pushed his head up into it, sighing. He blinked as Lust drew his hand back, a purple blush on his cheeks.

I fear you may be a bit sick... Lust said softly. Horror sighed. Of course. He laid his head back against the pillow, twitching. Lust scoot himself onto the edge of the bed, still seeming worried. Horror shook his head, muttering that he was fine. Lust stared down at him, not seeming to believe him at all.

He shook his head. Horror blinked as Lust suddenly moved over him. He stared up at the other, a soft red glow on his face. Lust leaned down and Horror felt coldness against his teeth. He blushed quietly. His hand had reached up for Lust's waist, but fazed right through it. They both pulled back, dismayed.