Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Careful Move

Dream laid quietly in the bed, curled up into Killer's side. The other's arms were wrapped tightly around him. They were in Killer's room, which had been an adventure and a half, considering Killer had been too high to walk. He had, however, INSISTED that he carried Dream up to the bedroom and Dream couldn't change his mind.

That had been two hours ago. Killer had fallen asleep shortly after they'd... Dream blushed softly. He blinked as he felt Killer stiffen. He pulled away and opened his eyes.

Killer stared at him, eyes wide and face red. Dream gave a weak smile, blushing softly. "Welcome back, Killer." Dream said breathlessly. Killer gulped, glancing down and his face became redder as he jerked his head back up. His entire body was tense. He was in a black T-Shirt and shorts, while Dream was just in a T-Shirt.

"You-you're half-naked..." Killer whispered. Dream blushed and looked down. "D-D-Did I...? Did we fuck?" He shivered, it all seeming to come back to him. Dream nodded and stared at him quietly, waiting. He felt his SOUL pounding. Was Killer going to hate him?? Killer gulped shakily, his SOUL still in the shape of a heart.

Killer's eyes widened and he sat up with Dream. Dream inhaled sharply, his pelvis aching. Killer blushed and apologized quickly before looking down. "Y-Your legs..." Dream blinked before looking away. He blinked as Killer reached out shakily. "Can I...?" Dream nodded.

Killer gently hooked his fingers under the T-Shirt and pulled it up to look at Dream's scarred femurs. The sight seemed to shock him and he let out a shaking breath, reaching down and gently tracing a finger over them. Dream blinked and looked up, a glow on his face. He stopped. Killer inhaled shakily, red liquid welling in his eyes. He looked up at Dream before shaking his head and pulling Dream into a tight hug.

Dream was shocked for a moment before relaxing against him. He raised his own hands and hugged Killer back, gripping his shirt. "Dream, I'm so fucking sorry about those things I said!! I'm REALLY fucking sorry!!" Killer said, squeezing him. Dream blushed and buried his face against Killer's shoulder.

He yelped as the other pulled back. "I have NEVER felt love a single day in my fucking life... until you..." Killer trailed off, covering his face with a hand. "And I didn't know what to do... I really fucking didn't... It's all new shit to me..." Dream stared at him. Killer gave a weak laugh, throwing up his hands. "I STILL don't know what to do!!"

"It's okay..." Dream said softly. Killer stared at him, shaking his head. He didn't seem to believe him. Dream reached out and hugged Killer, burying his face in the other's shoulder. Killer's SOUL glowed next to him and Dream stared at it, feeling comforted by the light.

He closed his eyes and pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against Killer's. Killer finally seemed to relax and sighed. "It smells... so fucking sweet... I love it..." Killer whispered, chuckling softly. Dream was shaking with happiness and the forcibly suppressed SOUL. Killer blinked at him. "You... you should breathe." He said softly. He seemed to be trying for a joke, but Dream could tell he was actually concerned.

Dream buried his head in Killer's chest. "I-If I do, I-I'll start doing s-something that... n-normal monsters probably d-don't do..." He stammered out before holding the glow in. He scooted his body closer. Killer hugged his head all of a sudden. Dream looked up at him, wide-eyed.

"Whatever it is, I'm fine with it... unless it's fucking disgusting, then I don't want none of that." Killer said bluntly. Dream blinked before nodding and sighing. Slowly, he started breathing, nuzzling to Killer.

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Killer blinked as the other suddenly seemed to light up. His eyes widened and he looked down at Dream. Dream's ribs were illuminated through his shirt and glowed softly, pulsing like a candlelight.