Sunset Boulevard
Chapter 6. (Clean version), Nightcross, Driler.
“I wish we had never met”
Synopsis: Dream was so sure that Cross might be the one. Even in the short time they’d been together, he would have told you that things had been perfect. But when a past history between Nightmare and Cross is revealed, it throws a wrench in the works and sets into motion a series of events that spiral relationships out of control. With things crashing down around them, it’s hard to say if things will ever find balance again.
P6: With everything shattered the four can only grab any pieces they can. Anything is better than nothing.
Clean version: Below the cut.
Director’s Cut, full version: on AO3 and the Link goes up on @jann-the-bean Tumblr same time this goes up.
Credits.
- Original Cross belongs to jakei95
- Original Killer belongs to rahafwabas
- Original Nightmare and Dream by jokublog
- Studio verse by @zu-is-here
- Inspired by Atos by @atosofficial
- Writing was split more between the two of us, edited by Gayfish.
- Art work by Gayfish.
Enjoy ;) (be aware, even in the clean version there is some lightly suggestive content)
Neither of them planned for this but maybe that’s what happens when you mix alcohol with a broken heart.
It’s hard to recall exactly how they both got into this situation. One moment, Nightmare was at the bar sipping his wine. Now, his body is pressed against a wall, while Cross’ tongue sloppily curled around his.
His head was a little fuzzy, but he wasn’t completely disoriented. They'd come outside the bar to wait for Cross’ taxi.
Nightmare kissed back with feeling, wrestling his tongue against the other. It was long, hot, and wet. The smaller skeleton inwardly cursed as he felt Cross’ strong arms firmly grasp him. This action was something he often fantasized
The tall skeleton’s phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to pull back slightly. Nightmare’s chest rose and fell quickly trying to regain his breath.
Cross pulled his phone out and noticed the notification on his screen.
“My.. lift is here..”
Nightmare took a few more deep breaths, trying to calm himself but his soul was racing.
He shook his head to strip the fuzziness and clear his head. He needed to get a grip.