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Retreating into himself was a common defense mechanism that Nightmare had developed over the years. As a child, it was because he didn’t want to be a burden. His brother was the only person who mattered to him. Nightmare didn’t want his brother to worry about him, so he tried to hide his pain until his pain took over. And to a certain degree, that’s still a reason why he remained so distant from his gang.

But there were other reasons why he kept away from them. Some stupid and childish part of him thought that he was cursed. The only person he ever cared for turned to stone after years of being tormented for no reason at all. It was a childhood belief that had never been corrected, and now it was solidified like stone at the back of his mind. It seemed like people around him always ended up hurting. Another reason he remained distant was that it made it easier to keep up his cold and mysterious persona.

Nightmare was in too deep to just drop all the barriers and masking. Or at least, that’s what he’d tried to tell himself. But every small act of kindness his boys showed him crumbled more and more of his resolve. Horror cut his sandwiches into stars because he knew Nightmare loved stars, Killer always asked how he was doing and never took ‘I am ok’ as an answer, Dust got him expensive wine and alcohol while out on missions because he knew Nightmare liked it. And while Cross was newer to the gang, he was warming up to Nightmare. He started bringing Nightmare his food because previously, Horror would just leave it out for him to collect when he wanted it.

All of them were so nice, so sweet. Nightmare loved them. And now, he wanted to show them just how much he loved them.

He cared about them so much that it became hard to deny. But he couldn’t just immediately drop his standoffish and defensive persona. He needed something that could bridge the gap between them. Something that could bring them close, but something that wasn’t just mushy affection.

“Fuck me, I’ve never b-been this drunk before.” Horror mumbled. Killer laughed and dropped into Horror’s lap.

“I know, right? This is strong shit.” He said.

Nightmare was walking by in the shadows, but when he heard that, he paused. Watching them from the shadows, he smiled a little. All four of them were getting drunk in the living room, snuggling up together. Dust was sitting on Cross’s lap, kissing his cheeks and jaw. Horror rubbed Killer’s skull as Killer stared up at his face with love and drunken mushiness.

Killer always got very snuggly and affectionate when drunk. It was adorable. However, he was also susceptible to bursting into tears while black out drunk.

He shook his head with an affectionate grin and turned to leave. But before he could, he heard Killer say something. “Man, I’m horny as fuck.” Killer said.

“Good for you.” Dust said.

“Duuuust…” Killer said, a begging note in his voice.

“No.” He said firmly. “You like to play rough, and we can’t be doing that when we’re both sloppy drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.” Killer mumbled defensively. It was quiet for a moment as Killer grabbed Horror’s hands. “What kind of kinks do you all have?”

Cross’s face went purple. He turned away, taking a long sip of the bottle he was holding. None of the others seemed eager to talk about it either.

“Don’t get cold feet now, Cross. You’ve been nine inches inside me more times than I can count.” Killer snapped playfully. “Look, I’ll start. I am like… REALLY into biting and knives. You know, like, uh… marking and knife play. Ever since I was a dumbass teen fucking around in high school I’ve been into that shit, but it’s only gotten more extreme with age. And trauma.”

Nightmare inched as close as he dared. He wanted to hear what they’d say, he hoped the others weren’t going to leave Killer hanging. A dark smile began blooming on Nightmare’s face.

Horror blushed, shifting awkwardly for a moment before looking away. “I uh… I don’t know h-how to even describe what I l-like.” He said. “I guess… pressure. You know? Like… um… Th-The idea of being… um, crushed by someone’s th-thighs or breasts is… You know… nice.”

“That’s more or less what I expected from you,” Killer said. “Unfortunately, I don’t think my tits are big enough for that.”

“I think your breasts are p-perfect how th-they are.” Horror said.

“Aw, thanks, man.”

He took the bottle from Cross, making the taller one shoot a glare at Killer. “I guess I’m just into… I don’t know. I think I’m the most vanilla person here.” Cross said.

Killer hummed in thought. A mischievous grin appeared for a moment before he forced it to disappear. He took another drink before passing the bottle to Dust.

“Crossy, could you pass me a blanket? I’m cold.” Killer said. Without thinking at all, Cross took the blanket off the end of the couch and tossed it to Killer. “Good boy.” Killer purred. Cross’s face exploded in a deep purple color. “You like obeying orders, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Cross said, covering his face with his hands.

“What about you, Dust?”

“Mm… I don’t know.” Dust said. “I’m down for anything, but if I had to pick something… I like it when I trust my partner so much I can just surrender all control to them without being afraid of being hurt.”

“Such as?” Killer prompted.

“You know, like… blindfolds and restraints.” Dust said.

“Aw, that’s adorable.” Killer purred. “You should’ve told me sooner. I’d love to tie you up and play with you.”

“I’m not fucking you until you sober up.” Dust deadpanned.

“Fair enough.” Killer shrugged.

And with that, Nightmare continued on his way. That’s it. It was going to be perfect.

Sex was something that Nightmare could do. It could be fun, it could be emotional, and it was a way he could show his boys how he truly felt about them. And now that he knew how to satisfy them, he planned to do just that.

And he was going to make it the best sex of their lives.

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“Enter.” Nightmare said.

The door opened and Killer came into the room. He had texted Killer and told him to come to the office and that he wasn’t in trouble. Killer came in with a faint smile, not quite anxious, just energized with anticipation.

“Yes, boss?”

Nightmare smiled at him, standing up from his chair, moving to the front of his desk, and leaning against it. Killer looked so beautiful today. Of course, he always looked beautiful. But today, he was freshly clean and wearing a black satin skirt. He was also wearing a black Radiohead shirt with knee-high black socks printed with cartoonish bones.

All he wanted to do was pin Killer against that wall and fuck him until he cried. As Nightmare looked Killer up and down, Killer figured out what this was and the tension smoothed out of his shoulders. It was kind of hard not to realize what this was when it was almost as if Nightmare was trying to fuck him with his eyes.

“I wanted to see you.” Nightmare said coyly.

“Oh, yeah?” Killer said, grin widening. “Do you like what you see?”

Nightmare hummed softly. He crossed the room, cupping Killer’s face as he kissed him. Killer leaned into him, kissing back passionately.

He wrapped his arm around Killer’s waist and pushed him against the wall. Killer threw his arms around Nightmare’s shoulders with a quiet little noise. And only after they were both out of breath did they pull away.

“So this is what you wanted?” Killer asked, smirking. “Couldn’t wait even a moment longer? Couldn’t even wait until nighttime?”

“I could’ve waited, but I didn’t want to.” Nightmare confessed. “Besides… I know something about you. Something I have wanted to do for weeks now.”

He moved down to Killer’s neck. The other’s hands tightened on Nightmare’s shirt as he felt Nightmare’s breath against his neck. And then, Nightmare ran his tongue along the bones of Killer’s neck. Killer began to say something, only getting a little squeak out before Nightmare sank his teeth into Killer’s neck. The other cried out in pleasure, arms tightening to pull Nightmare closer. Magic sprang into his pelvic bones, ready to summon from only one little bite.

“Oh fuck…” Killer whispered. He moaned again when Nightmare licked the bite wound. “Please do that again.” He purred.

“Alright, my love.” Nightmare laughed. He pulled away from Killer, running his fingers along Killer’s pelvic bones slowly and teasingly. “Meet me in my room.”

And with that, he teleported to his bedroom. Nightmare didn’t have a lot of time before Killer showed up, but that was ok because everything he needed was here. Of course, Nightmare prepared everything beforehand. All he had to do was take the lube and condoms from his drawer and lay them out.

Once that was done, he sat down on the end of his bed and waited. He wasn’t sitting there for too long, but in the time he was, his magic was summoned. But could you blame him? Killer was so fucking hot.

The door opened and then quickly closed, the lock snapping into place in the same movement. Killer hardly had a chance to look up at Nightmare before tentacles of darkness wrapped around his limbs and dragged him into the bed. The other laughed a little as he was spun around and pressed into the almost obnoxiously soft bed.

“Why now?” Killer asks, a warm note still haunting his voice. He looked up at Nightmare, hands limp near his face on the bed, and legs locked around Nightmare’s waist. “Why now are you taking my kinks into account and being so… passionate?”

Nightmare stared at him for a moment. “Is it a crime to want to spend more time with my closest confidant?” He asked.

“I suppose not,” Killer said, shrugging. Then, he smiled a little. “God, I want you to mark me until no one can deny who I belong to.”

“Careful what you wish for, love.”

Nightmare lifted Killer’s shirt, dragging his fingers across his ribs. He didn’t want to take Killer’s clothes off. He wanted to fuck him in that cute little skirt and band shirt because it was so… Killer.

He wrapped his tongue around the rib, dragging it along the thin bone before biting down onto it. Killer cried, arching into his lover. Nightmare licked over the bites before moving on, working his way down the other’s body.

Suddenly, Killer’s male form snapped to attention. Nightmare smirked, grabbing onto Killer’s hips and biting into the soft magic of his stomach. A long and high moan escaped Killer.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Nightmare said breathlessly. He hooked his finger under Killer’s panties and pushed them to the side to see his twitching entrance. “Wow, you’re very into this aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.” Killer grinned.

Nightmare bent over, grabbing the lube from the dresser. Killer stared intensely as Nightmare poured a generous amount over his fingers. Gently, he pressed his fingers into the tight warmth of his lover’s body.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Killer’s face. His face looked so gorgeous with his eyelights rolled back and pleasure painted across his features. But the very noticeable bulge in his skirt was also very magnetic.

When he was satisfied with stretching out his lover, he pulled his own cock out. Nightmare pushed into the other skeleton, causing a cry to tear away from Killer’s throat. He grabbed onto Nightmare’s shirt, body trembling.

“Oh, fuck!” Killer cried. Nightmare’s cock was very thin, but it was incredibly long too. It easily kissed Killer’s cervix and still had more to go. “Oh shit, you’re so-… fuck, it’s so big.”

Nightmare grinned down at him, grinding in deeper until Killer whined in pain and pleasure. It couldn’t all fit. But that was alright, this was about Killer. And as Killer was still recovering from the shock of pain Nightmare caused him, the king took Killer’s knife from his pocket.

The sudden chill of a blade against his magic made Killer freeze. His eyes snapped open and immediately found the silver against red. Nightmare laughed a little, dragging the knife down gently.

“You like that?” Nightmare asked.

Killer couldn’t speak, but he did like it. It was exhilarating. The chill, the blade, the danger. But at the same time, he knew he wasn’t truly in danger. It was like watching a horror movie; adrenaline rushed from the fear, but you know you aren’t actually in danger of dying. He trusted Nightmare, he was addicted to the simulated danger and helplessness that he felt.

Nightmare pulled out and thrusted back in. Killer moaned, tossing his head back against the pillows as he gripped the blankets. The pace that Nightmare set was steady but firm, and as he did that, he kept strong control over the blade as he dragged it across Killer’s lower stomach.

“Fuck, Nightmare!” Killer moaned breathlessly.

He was drowning in pleasure. The bites on his body stung constantly, burning hot reminders of who owned him, and that was harshly contrasted by the icy cold of the blade. With each thrust, Killer felt warm pleasure fill his stomach.

Nightmare pulled the knife away to bite Killer once more. He dug his teeth into Killer’s collarbone until it bled, making Killer cry and rock against Nightmare’s cock. He took that as a sign to speed up. He dropped Killer’s knife off the edge of the bed and grabbed his hips, pulling Killer roughly into each thrust.

Killer’s moans were loud and unrestrained. Nightmare couldn’t help letting a few slip out, the tang of Killer’s blood was too nice. The clothed cock of his lover brushed against Nightmare’s stomach with every thrust, causing even more stimulation.

“Boss! I’m gonna-“ He cut himself off with a cry.

“Go ahead.” Nightmare purred, feeling his own orgasm build up. “Ruin that cute little skirt for me, love.”

He whimpered a little bit as Nightmare forced the rest of his cock inside. Killer’s hips twitched a second before he came. His back arched, his eyes rolled back, and thick ropes of magic completely soaked his underwear.

Nightmare came inside of Killer, eyes squeezed closed as he filled up his lover with warm magic. And when Killer’s orgasm wore off, he went limp against the bed. Thoroughly satisfied and bleeding, his consciousness began drifting.

But Nightmare didn’t let him. He scooped Killer up into his arms and teleported him to the bathroom. Killer woke up a little, staring sleepily at Nightmare as the other ran a warm washcloth across every bite mark.

“Softie.” Killer mumbled. Nightmare huffed a little laugh. Slowly, Killer’s eyes closed again. “I sort of thought you’d…”

“I would never let you sleep covered in blood and cum.” Nightmare said. He moved lower, cleaning everything between Killer’s legs.

Killer surrendered to Nightmare’s gentle touch, trusting him to get Killer clean and put him to bed safely. The warm fabric rubbing across his body was comforting and made him feel good in a way that was hard to describe. He guessed if he had to describe the feeling this gave him, he’d say it made him feel loved.

And when Killer was clean, Nightmare took him to bed and tucked him in. The bottom curled into Nightmare’s chest, bunching up his shirt fiercely. Nightmare wrapped his arms around Killer, keeping him close as he smiled peacefully.

“Night?”

“Hm?”

“Uh… I um… I liked this a lot.” Killer said. But there was a lot more he wanted to say.

He didn’t have to voice those complicated feelings, Nightmare understood. He bent down and kissed Killer on the cheek. The other smiled and snuggled into Nightmare.

“Yeah… me too.”

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Memories were a fickle thing ever since the incident that damaged his skull. Sometimes, Horror would get stuck in loops; starting to do a task, forgetting what he was doing, only to return to it later, repeating until it was broken. Sometimes he’d forget the simplest of things, and sometimes he had absolutely no issues all day. Maybe all week. But there were a couple of things that helped keep his memories in place.

Horror relied on lists, schedules, and alarms. His alarm on his phone went off every morning at 7:30 because if he woke up at a different time, there was a high chance he’d get confused. And then he’d go down to the kitchen and do his check of their food supply. All the others had their own tasks to do and they’d gotten into bad situations before because no one remembered to check how much food they had. So this became his task. Also because he was the one who made most of the food.

He didn’t expect to like cooking as much as he did. But those cooking videos where the person can make anything look good happened to cross his social media feed which compelled him to try. As long as he had the recipe written down, he was pretty good at it. Not that the others were terrible at cooking, but they weren’t particularly good at it either.

So after his supply checks, he made breakfast for his group. He didn’t even have to call them, usually, the smell would draw them in. Also, the fact that he lived by a schedule probably helped.

“Hey, sexy,” Killer said, smacking Horror’s ass playfully. It didn’t hurt, but it made Horror jump a little. He turned to glare playfully at his lover. “Whatcha making, big guy?”

“Sc-Scrambled eggs and potatoes.” Horror said. He turned off the heat, taking the pan to dish out the scrambled eggs on five plates.

“It smells amazing,” Killer said. He kept his hand on Horror’s back, rubbing his spine.

Slowly, all his lovers filtered into the room. Cross went to give Nightmare his food before returning. This was another reason he liked cooking; he got to see his lover eat the food he made. It made some part of him happy to see.

Hunger changes you. When you’re so hungry that you’re sure death is imminent, you become someone else, and even now that person he became never really left. And that part of himself was soothed by the knowledge that his lovers weren’t going to suffer like he did.

And after breakfast, he’d collect all the plates and silverware and clean up. Once that was done, he’d go into the garden and take care of his plants. Horror liked growing flowers more, but he did grow plants that you could eat. It saved them more than once.

Horror smiled as he sank to his knees in front of one plant. It was almost time to harvest the tomatoes. Along with the pumpkins, cauliflower, and amaranth.

It was very calm, quiet, and therapeutic. Being outside, helping something grow, and the pleasant smell of growing things. It gave Horror something to do with his time, something to focus his energy on.

When his alarm rang, he jumped. That one was to remind him to take a shower. Usually, he finished tending to his plants and then had free time until this alarm, but since it was ringing now that must mean he spent more time outside than he intended.

Quickly, he rushed inside to get a towel and a change of clothes to shower. He had to remain on schedule. Horror was quick to jump into the shower despite how unpleasant it was.

He hated showering, water would get into his skull and it didn’t feel good at all. It stung, it made him feel sluggish and foggy, and it was hard to dry out. But he had to remain clean, so he forced himself to do it regardless.

After his shower, it was time for lunch. He usually made something easy that the others could come and get whenever they wanted. Today, he made sandwiches cut into triangles that the others could come and get.

And when Horror finished his lunch, he had free time until his next alarm. He couldn’t find anyone to hang out with. Dust and Cross were off doing something and he found Killer listening to music while doing his chores. Sometimes, Killer liked people hanging out with him while doing chores but sometimes he didn’t. When Killer was wearing his headphones, it was a pretty clear sign he wanted to be alone.

So instead, Horror retreated to his room. Maybe he’d take a nap before his next alarm. That idea sounded nice.

“Good afternoon, love.” Said a voice.

Horror blinked several times, staring into the darkness of the room and trying to figure out if he was imagining this or not. Nightmare was sitting on his bed waiting for him. He glanced towards the light switch, but decided not to turn it on.

“Am I in trouble?” Horror asked. He didn’t know why Nightmare wouldn’t call him to the office if he was in trouble, but he also didn’t know why Nightmare would be waiting for him in his bed.

“Of course not.” Nightmare said. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Oh.” Horror said, relaxing a little. He walked over and sat next to Nightmare. “Norm-m-n-nor-… Normally you wouldn’t uh… hang out with m-me just randomly.”

“Yes, I know. And that’s a failing of mine.” Nightmare confessed. “I don’t want you to think you’re in trouble every time you see me.”

“I’m sorry… I j-just assumed…”

“Don’t be sorry, love.” Nightmare said, setting his hand over Horror’s hand. “Is there any way I can make up for my distance?” Flirtation darkened Nightmare’s voice.

He moved his hand from Horror’s hand to his thigh. Horror shivered as he felt Nightmare’s fingers brush his inner thigh. Nightmare set a hand under his chin, lifting his face to kiss him.

It had been a long time since Horror last had sex. The last time was with Dust nearly two months ago. And he’d never had sex with just Nightmare before, usually, there was at least one other person with them. But now, it felt private and intimate.

Nightmare summoned his female form. As he did that, he wrapped his arms around Horror and put a hand on the back of his head, lightly pushing Horror’s face down into his breasts. And Horror, although he was blushing like a virgin, let himself hide his face against his boss’s warm chest. It was so soft and warm, exactly how he imagined it would be. He wrapped his arms around Nightmare’s waist, pressing him further into Nightmare’s body. He was glad to hide his blushing face in the thick swell of his lover’s chest. The other laughed softly.

“You like that?” He asked. Horror nodded subtly.

Tentacles wrapped around him and dragged him into the center of the bed. Lying on his back, all Horror could do was look up at his boss. The other grinned, lustful and fully in control.

Nightmare took his pants off and Horror’s eyes immediately locked onto his pussy. He couldn’t help but swallow thickly. Some part of Horror couldn’t believe this was happening. Getting the privilege of being smothered by Nightmare’s breasts and being able to fuck his beautiful female form was his most scandalous fantasy. It was one that never failed to get him off while he was alone at night and was now becoming reality.

“If you need to breathe or want me to stop, just tap on my thigh, ok?” Nightmare said. Excitement zinged through him at the implication of those words and he nodded.

And then, he sat down right on Horror’s face. The pressure felt incredible. His warm and thick thighs squeezed around Horror’s head, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to constantly be felt.

He was quick to start licking Nightmare’s entrance. He circled his tongue around the opening before dipping slightly into his entrance. The boss moaned softly, rocking down into Horror’s face. His walls were thick and warm, a stark contrast to the cold of the rest of his body. Horror set his hand on Nightmare’s thigh as he tried to get his tongue further in. Magic from Nightmare’s dripping cunt covered his face, he couldn’t help but purr in satisfaction at the very thought of that.

Horror tipped his face back so he could lick Nightmare’s clit. He heard a louder cry from his boss, urging him to keep going. Nightmare’s thighs tightened around his head, making Horror moan softly. The pressure served to eliminate some of the ache that the hole in his skull always caused. More than that, it made him feel foggy-headed (in a good way) and utterly dominated. And those noises that Nightmare was making were almost too good. Too heady, too beautiful, too perfect.

Magic built up in his pelvic bones, making Horror slide a hand into his own pants to rub himself. He didn’t know when he’d last been this aroused, and he wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. As he started trying to stimulate his magic into summoning, he redoubled his efforts to make Nightmare cum. He tried different patterns and motions until he found one that made Nightmare moan the loudest. He liked it when Horror circled his clit with his warm tongue before swiping straight across it bottom to top.

Although his attention was split between trying to stimulate himself and playing with the sensitive nerve above him, he felt like he was doing a good job. When his magic formed a male body, he moaned once again. “Oh stars!” Nightmare moaned as the vibrations raced through his stomach. He rocked down once more. “That feels so good… I’m gonna cum!”

He arched his back with a breathy moan as he came. Horror was quick to lap it up, enjoying the cold sting of Nightmare’s magic on his tongue. When the orgasm faded away, Nightmare pulled himself off of Horror’s face.

“You’re so good at that.” Nightmare purred. He reached his hand down and began fingering himself. It made the most lewd sound as he did so, drawing in Horror’s attention and holding it there. “You’re so beautiful. Mmm… And you look even better with your face covered with my magic.”

Watching Nightmare prepared himself served to make Horror even harder. He got so hard that it hurt, making him whine. Nightmare laughed as he pulled his fingers out. A thin string of cum connected his fingers to his entrance for a moment before it broke.

“Patience, love.” Nightmare purred. He pushed his fingers into Horror’s mouth so he could suck the cum off of them. Horror moaned a little, sucking on his fingers like he was a man in the desert dying of thirst. “Good boy.”

He reached back with his other hand, freeing Horror’s cock from his pants. Horror’s eyelight locked onto Nightmare’s eyelight, as another small noise left his mouth. And then, Nightmare pulled his fingers out of Horror’s mouth and lined himself up.

As he slowly sat down, Horror arched his back a little with a soft cry. He could feel every inch of his aching cock get sucked into the tight, wet, heat of his lover’s body. Nightmare moaned, a little pained-sounding, as he finally took Horror’s last inch in.

It was thick and stretched Nightmare’s walls more than he’d prepared for, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. In fact, he liked the feeling. That burning stretching feeling gave way to pleasure in the most addictive way.

“You’re such a pretty boy.” He purred, beginning a slow but firm pace. Horror let out a quiet moan each time Nightmare went back down, those noises were forced out of him by the intense waves of pleasure that the motion brought.

It was almost unfair how perfect Nightmare was. His body was thick, well-fed, and powerful, and his pussy always seemed tight and eager. His eyelight was beautiful and cold, like a perfect teal snowflake that’s fallen from lovely dark clouds. The only warmth in his enchantingly beautiful body was the magic that now hugged his hard cock.

“Why are you so quiet, love?” Nightmare asked. He leaned down, pressing their foreheads against each other. But his pace didn’t stop even as he moved into a more intimate position. “I can hardly hear your pretty voice.”

“I don’t want to m-miss any of yours.” Horror said breathlessly. Honestly, it was hard for him to talk and focus on sex at the same time. Besides, he wanted to hear every single moan and whimper of his lover, not his own.

“Aw, but I want to hear you. Each and every beautifully whorish noise you make is mine to cherish.” Nightmare said. A whine of pleasure, a lot louder than the previous ones, slipped through. “Oh, you liked that? You like it when I call you my cute little slut?”

Horror could only helplessly nod. His hands bunched up the back of Nightmare’s shirt as he instinctively bucked up into him. Nightmare moaned loudly, squeezing his eyes closed.

Nightmare rocked down into every thrust, the two working together to find their orgasms. They grew closer and closer with each thrust, and both skeletons lost themselves in each other’s bodies. Horror kissed Nightmare passionately and the other reciprocated with the same energy.

Before he even knew it, a tight knot of pleasure had built up. While still kissing Nightmare like his life depended on it, he came. Thick and hot magic began flooding Nightmare’s body and dripping out of his entrance. The other rocked into him harder, making Horror whimper, and eventually brought himself to orgasm.

“Horror… Oh, stars…” He moaned, his pussy twitching. Exhausted from the overstimulation, he let himself go completely slack against Horror’s chest.

The other wrapped his arm around his boss, stroking the back of his skull. Extra cum dripped from Nightmare’s entrance and all over the bed. For a long while, they just laid there and enjoyed the aftershocks of their orgasms. Suddenly, Nightmare sat up.

“Oh shit.” He said, glancing down between them. “Oh, fuck, you came inside of me.”

“S-Sorry, boss. I got too excited.” Horror said.

“You better not have gotten me pregnant.” Nightmare grumbled. He set his hand over where his uterus would be. “I don’t know if we’re in a position to take care of a child.”

“I’m sorry…”

Nightmare sighed and pulled off. “What’s done is done.” He said. “If I end up pregnant then it’s really no one’s fault but mine. Besides, it’s not the worst fate. Hopefully, they’ll inherit that pretty smile of yours.”

Horror blushed a little. “I don’t know wh-why you s-say that so much.” He said.

“Say what?”

“That I-I’m pretty.”

Nightmare caressed his face, kissing him on the forehead. “Because you are.” He said.

“The others say it t-too.”

“Maybe because it’s true, love.” He said. “Now come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

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How did Cross get so lucky? How did he get four beautiful people to love someone like him? Cross constantly had to remind himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

With autumn fast approaching, his lovers kept their magic summoned more often. It helped keep them warm. Dust and Cross kept their forms summoned almost always to bleed off extra magic so Cross was used to seeing Dust’s, but the others?

Of all of them, Killer was the thinnest. He struggled to eat most days because of the corruption he suffered. The black ooze that leaked from his eyes also flooded his mouth, especially early in the morning, and Killer was stuck always swallowing it back. It tastes terrible and taints anything he eats. Honestly, it was painful to watch him choke down food while gagging, but he had to eat to stay alive. Since he ate just barely enough to survive, he was very skinny. Despite that, he was gorgeous as well. With a thin waist, toned thighs, small but attractive breasts, and all in a dazzling red color.

And on the other side of that, there was Horror. It was unfair how handsome Horror was. All he could think about when watching his plump lover walk around was wrapping his arms around his middle and burying his face into Horror’s chest. He wanted to kiss the confused and worried lines from Horror’s face and snuggle with him until the fall and winter passed once more.

Dust was somewhere in between. His ecto was a swirl of red and blue, beautifully thick and full. But what was especially distracting for Cross was Dust’s ass. Cross did his best not to stare (at any of his lovers), but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, Cross felt a little foolish because of how much he stumbled over himself for Dust’s approval. Dust was so cool, so pretty, so incredible.

But this was the first time he’d ever seen Nightmare walking around with his magic summoned. Cross’s face was bright purple. Nightmare’s breasts, his full hips, his soft curves, he was so beautiful. And Nightmare knew it.

“What’s wrong, love? Your face is so purple.” Nightmare said. As he said that, he set his hand on Cross’s chest, slowly dragging it down until it rested on the lowest part of Cross’s stomach. “Are you sick?”

“You know what you’re doing,” Cross said. For a moment, he was scared Nightmare would get upset by his boldness, but then he heard Nightmare laugh which made Cross smile.

“Perhaps.” He said coyly. He pulled back, grinning. “When you're done with what you’re doing here, you should return to your room. There might be something waiting for you there.”

“Mm. I see. I feel like I can guess what’s waiting for me.” Cross said. Nightmare just giggled, disappearing into the darkness.

Cross continued with his chores. The one he was completing right now was sanitizing all the door handles and light switches. Because the castle was massive, splitting chores between all of them was an absolute necessity. Otherwise, they’d either fall behind and the castle would get messy, or they’d have to have one person who just cleans all day and does nothing else.

Usually, Cross didn’t mind cleaning. He just let his mind wander as he went through the motions, and afterwards he could admire his work and feel proud. But right now, thanks to Nightmare’s interruption, Cross was distracted for a different reason. He hurried through, maybe a little bit sloppily, so that he could get back to his room.

“That was quick.” Nightmare said. Cross’s eyes flicked to his dresser. Lube and condoms sat there. “Come here, my love.”

Cross walked over and sat down, resting his hand on Nightmare’s thigh. The other smiled at him, kissing him on the forehead. As he did that, he slid his hand up and down Cross’s side.

“I should’ve done this sooner,” Nightmare said softly. They’d never had a moment alone like this. Cross leaned into him, excited to see what Nightmare had in store for him. “Tell me, what do I need to do to please you? What position? Who’s on top? What would you like to do with me?”

That was a bit surprising, he thought the king of negativity was going to force him to bottom and subject him to all sorts of pleasures until he cried. But instead, Nightmare was giving him control. He had to gather his thoughts and find a way to put his fantasies into words. And when he’d done that, he spoke with confidence.

“Well, for starters…” He pushed Nightmare up against the headboard. Nightmare’s face went bright teal. “I want to press you into the mattress and stretch you until I’m sure you can take me. After that, I think it’d be fun to see just how much you can take.”

That felt incredible for Cross to say out loud! He was already thoroughly enjoying himself. And Nightmare could see that written across his face.

Nightmare swallowed subtly. He’d never truly bottomed before. He had been fucked before, but he’d never given up control to his lovers and let them have fun with him. But this was his goal. He wanted to make his lovers feel as good as possible and if Cross wanted to be on top then he should comply. Besides, it would certainly be a new experience.

“As long as you wear a condom. Me and Horror had a bit of a scare a few weeks ago.” Nightmare said.

“Of course.” Cross agreed. “And we should have a safe word.”

“Right. Um… how about ‘red’?”

“Simple but easy to remember.” Cross nodded. “So… Are you ready?”

“Of course.”

Cross kissed him sweetly, slow and full of love. Nightmare closed his eye, grabbing onto Cross’s shoulders. The other was very gentle with him. His touches ghosted across Nightmare’s stomach and sides reverently. He didn’t know why he expected Cross to immediately take full control and fuck him until he broke, but that wasn’t what he got.

He took his time with his hands, as if making a mental map of Nightmare’s body. Cross wanted to know every weak spot, every scar, every dip of his body. Because the second he knew all of that, he could take Nightmare apart piece by piece.

He pulled off Nightmare’s shirt before taking off his own. Despite Nightmare’s nonchalant voice, Cross knew he was scared. His body was tense and he kept watch of every subtle movement that Cross made.

“Relax, it’s ok,” Cross said, keeping his voice soft. “If anything hurts, just tell me.”

“I’m supposed to be the one pleasing you.” Nightmare said.

“Mm. Is that what this is about?” Cross asked. Nightmare nodded sheepishly as Cross trailed kisses from Nightmare’s face to his breasts. “It makes me happy to bring my partner pleasure. I like watching them slowly unravel under me.”

“It’s just that I’ve never bottomed before.”

“Oh. I see. It’s ok to be anxious. We’re just starting to build trust between us considering this is our first time all alone together.” Cross said. In that case, he had to make his expectations clearer. As he thought about what to say, he ran his tongue over Nightmare’s nipple making him gasp and cover his mouth with his hand.

“I’m pretty sure that’s an oxymoron.” Nightmare said, voice slightly muffled. Cross laughed a little, making Nightmare moan as the vibration ran through him.

“I’m going to prove to you that you can trust me, but at the same time, I need to be able to trust you,” Cross said. He sat up, making direct eye contact with Nightmare. “That means that I don’t want you to lie to me just because you feel a need to please me. If something hurts or you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Alright?”

Nightmare nodded stiffly. He wasn’t used to feeling so… dominated. Not helpless or trapped, he’d felt plenty of that in his lifetime, but just dominated. He knew he could make Cross stop whenever he wanted, but at the same time, he knew he wasn’t in control. It was a strange but nice feeling.

With the groundwork laid, Cross continued what he was doing. He gently cupped one of Nightmare’s breasts and licked it again. This time, it only drew a faint gasp from Nightmare.

Cross took it into his mouth and started sucking on it gently. This was all about seeing what Nightmare could handle. And based on the way Nightmare cried out in pleasure and his nipple began hardening, it’s safe to say he liked it. That caused Cross’s erection to start forming. He loved the feeling in his mouth and the noises Nightmare was making. Just the knowledge that he was bringing so much pleasure to his lover made him so aroused.

And of course, he had to give the other one the same treatment. Nightmare arched his back into Cross, slipping his leg in between Cross’s legs to gently rub at his erection. A soft moan came from Cross. That vibration caused Nightmare’s motion to pause for a moment as he moaned with his head thrown back.

When Cross was satisfied there, he moved down lower. He pulled off Nightmare’s pants, staring down at his already dripping entrance. Still, just to be safe, he took the lube from the dresser and covered two fingers in it.

“Cross…” Nightmare moaned as Cross pushed his fingers into his soaked cunt.

The pace was slow and experimental. Cross went in as deep as he could before curling his fingers as he pulled them out. Nightmare cried out in pleasure as Cross’s fingers brushed right against a sensitive bundle of nerves.

Cross gently fingered Nightmare, putting special emphasis on that good spot. And as he did that, he occasionally opened his fingers to widen Nightmare’s entrance. The other moaned and pushed against his hand, taking it down to Cross’s knuckles before pulling out once more. Slowly but surely, he was stretched enough to move on.

He sat up, pulling his fingers out, and instead put them into his mouth. The taste of Nightmare’s magic was hard to describe other than ‘cold’. It was nice, but odd.

Nightmare watched as Cross prepared a condom and tested it. He whined a little, rocking against his lover’s knee for a bit of stimulation as he waited. Cross just let him, grinning down at him in such a sexy way. But then, Cross pulled off his pants.

He was fucking massive. He heard Killer say ‘nine inches’ earlier, but how big that was didn’t hit him until he was looking at it in all its glory. Nightmare couldn’t help but be a little intimidated by it. Warmth flooded his cunt as he watched Cross slip the thin-looking rubber over his hard magic.

“You’re so big.” Nightmare said before he could think. Cross smiled, setting his hands on Nightmare’s thighs to pull them open.

He whimpered a little, feeling cold air hit his most vulnerable spot. Then, Cross moved to press their foreheads together, slipping his hands up to Nightmare’s sides in the same movement. Nightmare had no choice but to make direct eye contact with Cross as his massive cock rubbed against his pussy. For one breathless moment, Nightmare felt like only he and Cross existed. And then, Cross moved his hand to line himself up.

Cross moaned as he slid into Nightmare. His cunt was plush, soft, and warm. It made the most lewd noise as he pushed in because of how wet Nightmare was. But Cross only heard it for a second before Nightmare’s loud cry of pleasure filled the space.

“Cross!” Nightmare cried. Cross’s push in was slow but steady. Reflexively, he squeezed around Cross’s cock, making the other groan in pleasure. It felt like it took forever for the tip of Cross’s penis to kiss his cervix. “Oh fuck! Cross… Cross, you're such a good boy.” He purred.

For a moment, Cross froze. His arousal grew exponentially. With a groan that bordered on animalistic, he pulled out and then forced his way back in. Nightmare let out a high-pitched cry, wrapping his legs around Cross.

“Oh fuck, do that again! Please, please, you're so fucking good for me.” Nightmare said, starting to go incoherent already.

And so Cross didn’t hesitate. He started fucking into Nightmare quickly and hard. Nightmare held him as close as he could as he cried. Magic leaked from Nightmare at an unstoppable speed, ruining Cross’s blankets.

Both of them lost themselves quickly. Cross was addicted to the pet names, the praise, the moans that constantly assured him he was doing good. He wanted more praise. He wanted to bring Nightmare to his climax to feel his tight little walls flex even harder against him, and then he wanted to break Nightmare down until all he could do was cry praises.

Nightmare came hard and without warning. And as his walls squeezed, Cross came. He’d been so pent up all week that both of them could feel the condom swell up. It made Cross’s face go bright purple. He already came a lot as it was, but with his pent-up he’d been…

“I-I’m sorry,” Cross said.

“Oh my stars. Do you always cum that much?” Nightmare asked. He sat up, making Cross pull out. The other pulled the condom off.

“Uh… Well… Sort of.” Cross said.

Nightmare hummed in thought. Then, he shrugged and turned over to lie on his stomach. “Well… The show must go on.” He said.

Cross blushed. He reached over for the lube, because no way was he going to attempt this without that, and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He pushed the two into Nightmare, making him let out a shaky breath. As he stretched Nightmare, this time more hastily, he poured even more lube onto his cock.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” Cross warned. But that was the only warning Nightmare got.

His fingers pulled out and were immediately replaced with his cock. Nightmare whined like a bitch in heat as Cross pushed in. The ache was worse than anything he’d experienced before, but at the same time, he felt like he’d die if Cross stopped pushing his cock in. Cross squeezed his hips hard as he kept ruthlessly pushing in.

It felt so much more extreme this time. Although there was lube and slight preparation, Nightmare’s entrance still had to stretch a lot more than he was ready for. But the pain quickly gave way to pleasure as Nightmare moaned.

“Cross!” He screamed.

“Are you alright?” Cross asked as he bottomed out. He pressed kisses to Nightmare’s neck, licking over a spot he knew was sensitive.

“Don’t stop, please, please.” He begged, panting like he’d run a marathon in the few seconds it had taken Cross to fully enter.

He didn’t know how it was possible to get harder, but he did. Wrapping his arms around Nightmare in a tight hug, he began fucking him. This time, he didn’t hold back. He fucked Nightmare like he was a rabid animal. As he did that, he kissed and sucked on Nightmare’s neck in an attempt to leave bruises there; that way everyone would know what had happened this night.

Nightmare hid his face in the pillows. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning in the most whorish way imaginable. Who knew he liked anal so much? This was a very successful experiment. He was already thinking about the next time he could get Cross into bed with him. His entrance clenched hard.

“Good boy, you're so, so, so good.” Nightmare babbled. “Don’t- Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna die if you stop now!”

“I’m not gonna stop,” Cross said, his voice a rough whisper. “I’m so close.”

“M-Me too.”

His hands tightened into a bruising grasp as his orgasm closed in. Cross came before Nightmare did, absolutely flooding Nightmare was hot magic. It dripped from Nightmare when it simply had nowhere else to go; Nightmare was too full. A high whine left Nightmare’s mouth as desperation took over. Cross was quick to find Nightmare’s clit and begin rubbing it as he weakly thrusted into his partner.

Finally, Nightmare came. He cried out loudly, his back arching. Cum dripped from his ass and his pussy, ruining Cross’s bed completely. But Cross didn’t really mind.

“Cross, I don’t know if I can do another round.” Nightmare mumbled. He sounded exhausted.

“So you want to stop?” Cross asked just double-checking. Nightmare nodded. Cross pulled out of his lover, gently rubbing Nightmare’s back.

He still had more stamina to burn, but he didn’t want to overstimulate Nightmare. Besides, he’d done so well! He deserved soft and sweet aftercare.

Cross scooped Nightmare off the bed and teleported the two of them into the bathroom. He got a warm bath started for Nightmare before setting him in the water. The king immediately relaxed, going limp in the water. It was adorable to see someone who was normally so tense look so calm.

He washed Nightmare off before himself, making sure to clean him out so he wasn’t sticky in the morning. The water started to turn black quickly because of all the goop, but Cross just kept to what he was doing until Nightmare was clean. So what if his hand was now stained black? He couldn’t just leave his lover like this.

And then, he dried Nightmare up. The other leaned into his touch, grinning softly. “How about I take you to your room and tuck you in? I can bring you dinner to your bed.” Cross said. Nightmare wordlessly nodded. “Yeah? Sounds good, huh?”

“Mhm.”

Cross kissed him sweetly. “I love you.” He said softly.

Nightmare’s face went teal. For a long time, he didn’t say anything. Cross finished drying him then picked him up and brought him to his room.

Only when Nightmare was tucked in and all snuggly did he speak. “I love you too…”