It's More fun being myself!

The bell rang, as the last customer of the day finally left.

The tired barista sighed from behind the counter and stretched his aching bones.

 What a day.

A few of his colleagues started the preparation to close down the café for the night, as his manager watched from the corner, before walking to her office.

The barista sighed and found himself leaning on the counter top with his eyes half closed. As much as he enjoyed his job, and hoped to own a café of his own some day, it did take a lot out of him sometimes.

It was a hard job... A hard life... Sometimes he found himself too wrapped up in the mundane reality of things. It was dangerous to think about, as he knew it could send him into another mental pit.

He was just.... Tired.

Ccino stood up straight and reached for the tip jar, that was sat hopefully on the counter next to the biscuits.

He picked up the jar, tipped a few pound coins into his hand and counted them. 4 pounds..... Dam....

Of course no one was obliged to leave a tip but... It didn't help his mood.

Oh well, it was better then no tips at all.

As he tipped the coins back in the jar, there was a squeal from one of the other workers.

"oh! It's him! He's really hereeee!" his co-worker happily chirped.

Ccino looked up and couldn't stop a smile from creeping across his face. Outside the shop, leaning against the glass window, was his wonderful boyfriend Nightmare.

In an instant, he felt heat rise to his face and he gave Nightmare a shy wave. Nightmare looked as cold and un-interested in life as always. But when he made eye contact with the small barista, his mouth curled up slightly into a small smile.

He hadn't been expecting nightmare! Both him and Killer had been very busy recently with acting and they hadn't seen each other much. The sight of him made Ccino feel better almost straight away, even if he'd only come to walk him home, it would be wonderful.

Studio Nightkiller story. Part one.

In a way a follow up to KillerNight(s) however you don't need to read KillerNight(s) to read this one.

Synopsis: Nightmare and Killer's relationship has been going round and round for years. With feelings becoming undeniable, will they fall together or, as always, fall apart? This is again before Ccino has entered their lives.

P1: Nightmare looks back on wanting something committed.

Warning, contains some mature themes.

He would have much rather blamed someone else.

It could have been a lot easier to do so.

Blaming Killer would be the easiest thing to do, surely....

But, as he stared at the recently slammed door, the pain twisted his soul in knots, still hammering from rage and aching from the cracks of heart break. There was no doubt in his mind that the cracks would be cemented with anger in time, yet for now he was taking in the damage.

Surely the only one to truly blame was him. Maybe not directly, but tracing the chaotic series of events back would always lead to him in the end.

How could he have been so stupid as to really believe things could have been different this time. It was near impossible to control an feral cat, especially one of carnal nature. In the end they might give you brief attention, but it always ended with your body pieced in claw marks. 

He'd always hated cats.

"....."

He'd always hated that playboy. He should have listened to his gut long ago, cut it off from that first kiss, but now years later he was here.

Nightmare felt like a cliché in a romantic drama. The protagonist who goes after the guy that everyone knows will break their heart. The one that even he knows is bad news. But despite all the warning signs and all of the facts pointing to this ending, he’d become the one that you yell at through the screen. The one you role your eyes at as they convince themselves that they can ‘change’ him. The one he’d always mocked in the past..

The pull of the siren is way to much and Nightmare had finally let himself drown.

Killer had been an irritating obstacle at first. Someone he’d simply put up with. Just a challenge of his job. But somehow, the manipulator had tempted him with sweet words and promises of a good time. The subtle movements of his tounge, the gentle strokes of his hands, the soft tone of his praises and the heat of his kisses had drawn Nightmare to his bed.

One night never hurt.

Perhaps not, but after one had turned into hundreds, the emotional strain was painful. Nearly anyone could have seen this car crash of a relationship coming in slow motion. 

Other then them it seemed.