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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.

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Enjoy ;) (be aware, even in the clean version there is some lightly suggestive content)

Last part

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.

It was only a coincidence that the two met at this bar. It wasn't even a bar from the other's neighborhood. Just two people bordering on alcoholism, showing up to drink together.

And now they were making out…..it wouldn't be the first time that Night had-

But no. Cross was not Killer, and if he felt even a fraction of what Nightmare did, a one-night stand was probably the last thing they should do. So it's a good thing that the phone interrupted them from making a mistake. He wasn't that drunk, and he was smarter than that.

But that didn’t mean that Nightmare wanted to be alone.

Almost as if the tall skeleton could sense what he was thinking, he heard.

“Want.. to ride together?” Cutting across his thoughts.

The smaller skeleton blinked in response. Causing the other to chuckle before leaning down and kissing Nightmare’s neck.

“Ah-” Nightmare felt heat rush instantly. It was embarrassing how quickly and much that turned him on, but he just couldn't help it.

Cross didn’t know that Nightmare’s neck was such a sensitive area, otherwise, he was sure that the older skeleton would never have kissed him there.

However, it was always Killer’s knockout move in seduction. Rarely failed him.

Killer…

Damn it.

It wasn’t fair that Killer had such a hold on him. Despite loathing him, he couldn’t help how his body reacted.

The smaller cleared his throat and straightened up, trying to will away the heat and pressure building.

He nodded. “Yes, if you don’t mind..” His voice came out just a little above a whisper. Not what he was intending, but better than him sounding desperate.

Once inside the taxi, a deafening silence filled the air. Nightmare propped his elbow on the car door, resting his chin in his hand.

Even though he was looking out the window, he wasn’t taking in the scenery. His mind was elsewhere. Trying to identify where it all went wrong, but he'd made so many mistakes he couldn't pinpoint which.

Perhaps his biggest one was getting involved with Killer…..

He'd been so young when it first happened, barely 23 and getting his bisexual awakening from his crass and flirty new costar. It had been a mass of lust and passion which would probably haunt his dreams for years.

You don't just get over stuff like that….especially when you start to….feel…

“Funny isn’t it...” he whispered, breaking the silence “You…You said that Killer cared for me. Guess… You didn't know him as well as you thought.”

Cross didn’t say anything at first. He remembered what he had told Nightmare a few days ago.

‘If it’s any kind of consolation prize, I think I know someone who does like you a lot.’

‘Killer.’

‘He is an absolute idiot for that stunt he pulled. But.. I know he’s crazy about you.’

‘Even if he’s incredibly inconsiderate sometimes, I know he cares a lot about you…’

A sense of guilt swirled in the pit of Cross’ non-existent stomach. Even though he couldn't have known, he felt responsible for planting that seed in Nightmare’s head.

Night, hadn't ever considered it before. He'd kept his clear feelings for Killer distant with the idea that Killer only saw him as a lay.

Back when he said it, Cross had believed that Killer did see Night as more than just a booty call. He thought he saw it... How Killer would smile when talking about Nightmare or the way his face softened when their eyes locked.

“It’s hard to know when it comes to Killer. I… I thought he did.”

“I really really thought that he saw you as more…I thought your relationship meant more than that….”

Nightmare glanced in Cross' direction.

“Though, if he did I don’t think he would have taken your brother to bed.”

Cross’ voice sounded cold and harsh, but Night couldn’t fault him for it. They were both betrayed by people they thought they could trust.

“Or that’s one hell of a way to show someone you care for them.”

“You know... Dream... Was always the one who people picked out of the two of us.” Nightmare said, his voice sounding distant.

Yet again following down a common line of thought for him.

“Even if I was picked, it was because they wanted to use me so they could get closer to him.”

He wanted to say it was all in his head, but it didn't feel that way right now.

Nightmare chuckled, a mix of anger and hurt. “It wasn’t his fault really….not back then.”

“But… for once I wanted to have someone pick me…to just pick me and not defer to Dre-

Cross wasn’t sure what came over him, but before he knew it, his mouth was locked on Nightmare’s. Something about the sorrowful way he was speaking was messing with his slightly intoxicated head space.

At first, Nightmare was frozen in shock but when he sensed that Cross was pulling away, he quickly slid a hand to the back of Cross’ skull to keep him in the kiss.

Even if it was for a brief moment, Night wanted the kiss to last longer. While he was kissing Cross, he wasn’t thinking about the ache in his chest. Cross’ eyes widened in surprise, but just as quickly he closed them.

Nightmare sighed and leaned forward trying to seek the heat from Cross’ bones. Their mouths parted and Cross leaned further down to kiss Night’s neck and clavicle where his loosened collar had slipped.

The violet-eyed skeleton sighed and tilted his head to the side. Allowing Cross to get better access.

Oh.

Oh!

Don’t stop…

Was all Night could think about, he wanted to say it to him…beg almost … he was ashamed, but he would have let Cross have his way with him in the back seat at that moment.

But as soon as he felt Cross’ teeth graze over his bone, there was nothing he could do to stop an embarrassing whine fall out. However, just as quickly as the heat came it disappeared, replaced with a cool breeze.

Nightmare snapped his eyes open, a desperate whimper on the tip of his tongue. But he immediately stopped when he saw the expression on Cross’ face.

Regret.

“I..” Cross completely pulled away. “Sorry, I..”

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to have a hookup to get over Dream. He still wasn’t over Dream, he still *wanted* Dream. It wasn’t fair on Nightmare. If he let it continue... He wouldn’t be better than Killer, would he?

For a moment, kissing Nightmare had made him feel better. Perhaps going further would grant him a sense of revenge or satisfaction.

But, as Nightmare had whined and panted, things didn't feel much better.

This was the second time, the first just outside the bar. The two made out against the wall as the security guard inwardly groaned by the door.

Nightmare was a good kisser. A great kisser even. But he just wasn't sure what had come over him. Perhaps the taste of Dream was still lightly on his tongue from when he'd spoken to him earlier. Perhaps it was Nightmare's similar taste. Or maybe…

"....."

The kiss had been passionate. He couldn't deny that there was some real need behind it. Especially as Night's neck was revealed to be just as sensitive as Dream's…..

But if he was interested it probably wasn't for the right reasons…and he couldn't, what would-

What would…..other people……think?

It tasted like wine and beer.

His head was a little fuzzy.

All he did was stare at the skeleton across from him.

“We’ve arrived at the first destination, sir.” The driver interrupted.

‘Damn it.’ Night thought.

“Uh, right. Ok. Uhm.” Cross glanced at Nightmare.

The violet-eyed skeleton sat there staring at Cross, looking completely dejected.

“I… I’m sorry.” With that Cross scrambled out of the car, leaving Nightmare behind feeling devastated.

Nightmare sat still, as he felt his chest twist and ache.

Alone.

Once again, he was alone. Perhaps a part of him hoped that he could find comfort with Cross. Even if it was just with his body….

Perhaps a part of him was still hopelessly infatuated.

The purple-eyed skeleton watched through the window feeling slightly surprised with how quickly Cross left, but also... Angry.

And used…

Was that it?? A messy make-out session on the backseat? Was that all he wanted?

He'd turned his face from the window and adjusted his seat belt, making every attempt to calm the frustrations.

People always left. They used him for as long as they needed and just walked away.

While talking and bantering with the other at the bar, he'd felt a sense of understanding. Despite the heartbreak, it had been nice to have someone there with him.

And when Cross had kissed him outside…

Lingering want from earlier.

Silly…stupid.

Silly….

It was just the whine thinking right now…at least that's what he'd tell himself. He hadn't really had that much.

Then suddenly, his door swung open. “Get out.” A voice commanded. Night looked up to find Cross looming over, with a hand extended out.

“Spend... The night?”

“What..?”

Cross had felt guilty for leaving Nightmare the way he had. Alone. Rejected. After everything he’d gone through, Cross couldn’t bring himself to leave the smaller skeleton. Especially after hearing that ‘everyone picked Dream’ over Night. He was doing that too, wasn’t he? Picking Dream who wasn’t even his anymore.

“Spend the night..” Cross repeated himself. “To keep each other company. No romance. Just two… Broken-hearted guys.”

“......”

Nightmare swallowed, holding those two-toned eyes.

And unclicked his seatbelt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They must have looked stupid on the CCTV wobbling into the apartment building, but honestly, who cares?

As Cross struggled to find his key, Night had his knee between his legs, rubbing as best he could. The kisses they shared were growing more and more sloppy and hot.

“Mmmm, f-fuck Moony..”

“You've gotta let me find my key…”

Nightmare was feeling more and more desperate for him each second. He didn't know if it was the heat, the wine, the heartbreak, but he needed Cross.

All prior thoughts of being smart were out the window. He didn't care, he just wanted him.

He wanted what was Dream's…

“.....”

He didn't like the vicious little curl of spite that filled his chest. He didn't like the inner purr of satisfaction that he felt upon imagining Dream finding out.

He didn't like it…but…it also felt good.

Despite it all, he had a strong need to chase the spite and bring it home.

Revenge….

“Not my fault it takes you so fucking long Old man…” he hissed with a smirk, pressing his body up against him.

“You're the one who keeps getting distracted….”

And again their tongues were tied.

The blush on Cross' face burned. It was dizzying and stupid to feel like this. Nightmare’s mood had changed since coming inside, less emotional and more distant. It was confusing….but he got it…

But they shouldn't be doing this…

He was his ex's brother….it was obviously petty…or sad…or both.

And yet…

He gripped onto the other's hips and grabbed at his back, as the other worked his tongue down his throat.

Maybe that's what they both needed….

It was shameful that the idea appealed to him.

The thought of being useful and desired, even if only out of malice. He couldn't help the heat that flooded his bones, that fell to his core. It made him feel sick.

Damn, maybe he was drunk.

"....."

He broke the kiss with a deep breath and went back to find the key.

Rebounding again… it wouldn't be the first time he'd used this as a response to a breakup…

As he finally unlocked the door the smile that cut across Nightmare's face was sharp and near startling, with how fast it appeared. It was a cold smile. One that mirrored the villain he played, right as he felt he'd won.

His mouth was against Cross' once more, his tongue sparing no time in claiming every inch of it. It was a sudden force that knocked the air from Cross and brought forth a shameful whine of desperation and sadness.

He put up no resistance, as Nightmare guided him backwards into his flat.

Night used his foot to kick the door shut hard and soon had Cross against a wall again.

Just as Nightmare had pinned Cross against the wall he heard something approaching them quickly. Startled, the violet skeleton pulled away only to be greeted by the barking and pawing of three dogs.

“Ah!” Nightmare pressed into Cross as the dogs sniffed at his feet.

Cross chuckled. “Sorry about them.. ...they get excited with new visitors, but they’re harmless.”

“Are you sure… they look like they want to jump on me.”

“Probably... But it’s because they want to play.”

Cross kneeled. “Come here, guys!”

The dogs barked and wagged their tails excitedly as they pounced on Cross. Licking at his face and sniffing all around.

“Do you want to pet them?”

Nightmare was hesitant. He never was much of an animal person, but he did tolerate Killer’s cats. They were independent and smart.. Or well cheese was anyway.

He kneeled next to Cross and reached out, rubbing the back of the more fluffier-looking one. “Her coat is soft-” Nightmare was interrupted when the dog decided to turn around and lick at his face. “Ack! Hey! Stop that!”

The older skeleton laughed. “She likes you... You know she was at a shelter. Poor gal had been there for 2 years... No one wanted her because she was older.”

Nightmare glanced at Cross.

“It happens. Most people want younger dogs. Someone they can build a bond with and don’t have to worry about... Well, you know.”

The younger skeleton looked at the dog in front of him, who now had her tongue hanging out and sitting, almost as if she expected more pets.

“I probably should have warned you... Once you pet her you’ve sealed your fate. She won’t leave until she has said she’s had enough. I might wear the pants but my golden girl rules the house.”

Nightmare chortled. He rose to his feet and found his trousers flecked with hair.

“Ughh” he muttered, making a fruitless attempt to brush it off. Cross on the other hand was lost in a sea and fur and wagging tales, seeming completely in his own world.

It was wholesome and Nightmare couldn’t help the sheepish warmth that fell across his cheeks. His stomach twisted slightly, swirling with lust, affection and wine.

He needed his attention back on him…

“......”

Cross eventually called the dogs away and turned back to Night.

“Didn't mean to ignore Moony, just gotta make sure everyone is taking care of”

“.......”

Night's eye lights flicked over his frame as he stepped forward to close the gap again.

“Maybe you should focus on taking care of me, Old man…”

The other swallowed and met his eyes.

“Needy much….” He replied, closing the gap fully once more. Their tongues danced again and hands gripped backs and thighs.

Then Cross was against his neck again, long tongue claiming it in rough strokes. Fuck…it was good.

And then it stopped again, just as he let out an audible moan. The other pulled back, full of hesitation. He wiped his mouth.

“Cross….why do you keep stopping…” Nightmare asked, frustrated. His partner wouldn't meet his eyes, as he put his hands on his chest.

“.......”

“I don't know…I just...I don't know..”

“We're both heartbroken and…”

Nightmare knocked their heads together, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

“Two heartbroken guys you said……”

The heterochromatic eyes finally locked on his again, but they showed anything but want. There was a wash of anxiety flooding through them, a swirl of mixed emotions and uncertainty.

“......”

“You don't want to do this…” Nightmare broke the silence that had built.

The other bowed his head in an ashamed manner, making a move to break the embrace he'd found himself in.

“I can't…”

His hands settled onto Night's hips as he spoke, the fingers playing with the hem of the untucked shirt.

“It's not fair on you….”

And the embrace was fully broken. Nightmare stepped back, closing himself off, straining his posture and shirt.

“Fair??”

The irritation in his voice was clear, as he attempted to fix himself back into his comfortable persona.

“Oh believe me Cross, nothing about this is fair.”

His hands played with his sleeves.

“It's not fair that YOU started this and now you don't even want to go through with it.”

Despite the frustration in his tone, Nightmare did his best not to be angry. There was nothing wrong with changing your mind but he couldn't help but feel the hiss of angry lust still within him. He couldn't help the strong defensive attitude devolving to mask his feelings of humiliation. He couldn't help his stupid fucking crush….

“.......”

“Fair….” He looked at Cross softer “But you're right…”

“Petty sex wouldn’t really help now would it..” Nightmare sighed as he gripped the fabric of his sleeves. “Momentary relief... Is all it would provide.”

Cross felt pity for them both. They were both fools who just wanted to find a way to make their wounded souls feel anything but pain. But, if they chose to sleep together it would surely just bring more misery down the line.

Nightmare was hurting and Cross didn’t want to add to that. He already had to deal with the fact that his twin brother slept with the guy he’d been pining over.

“I.. don’t think either of us wants to be alone right now... So you can stay if you’d like.” Cross spoke softly as he made his way to the kitchen. “You can help yourself to anything... There isn’t much but.. Yeah…”

There wasn't much said between the two of them after that, just Cross offering to take the sofa so that Night could crash at his.

Not that either of them slept much…

When Nightmare left the next morning he felt terrible. With a pounding head and wounded pride, he flopped into the taxi. At that time he was too fatigued to realize that he was on the walk of shame. Or that he had just staggered out of his fellow actor's apartment building in the same clothes from the night before. That he looked like he'd been up all night. That it was possible someone could have seen him…or even them.

It wasn't something that he even thought about.

Perhaps he should have.

Gossip breeds faster than rabbits.

~~~~~~~~~~

As they had for most days recently, Dream had found himself lying on the sofa.

They weren't sure how much time had passed while they had been rotting there, staring blankly at the TV, but here they were.

The channel he was watching was going through repeats of old cheap sitcoms, as it did every weekend. The endless punch lines, pointless drama, and grating laughter track had been his background noise for the past few hours.

It was mindless TV. Something they didn’t have to actively watch and pay attention to. It helped distract his mind from the past few days. The hours became a blur but he didn’t care, so long as the day passed faster.

But, as the show's 'will they won't they' couple shared that dramatic first kiss, he quickly grabbed the remote and switched it off.

It was stupid. His mind had wandered back to the time he first met Cross and the first kiss they shared. It didn’t feel like fireworks... But something else. Something more comforting. Like the warmth of a fire on a cold chilly night. But that fire was snuffed by the storms of jealousy and betrayal.

He felt pathetic...

Maybe he was.

He promised themselves that he wouldn't spend much longer wallowing in self-pity and loathing, but it was hard not to when pretty much everything reminded them of their brother and ex.

It had been just under a month...

Yet as time passed the ache in their soul was still ever present...

Despite their efforts, the wound still felt very fresh and painful.

He deserved it, yes, but that didn't make it any more easy to handle.

*knock knock*

Dream was pulled out of his thoughts.

A knock on the door? He wasn’t expecting anyone over.

At first, Dream didn't move an inch, there was hardly any energy to move let alone talk to anyone. They had no obligation to open the door now. He wasn’t expecting any parcels but if there were any.. They could just drop them off at the door.

*Knock knock knock*

"....."

Ugh... Another knock?

"Who is it?" He called from the sofa, very little effort behind his voice.

It was probably quite stupid to do so for all he knew it was a crazed fan or a member of the press.

"Uh..it's me...Killer?"

Oh..

Suddenly the press didn't feel so bad.

Now, Dream would like to say they didn't feel any ill will towards Killer, but it was hard to not feel some resentment curling in his chest.

He just didn't want to see him.

That night had been both their faults.

……

…….

……

In all honesty... It was mostly all their fault. Dream knew it wasn’t fair to drag Killer down, but it was the only thing keeping them from fully spiraling.

Unfortunately for Dream, guilt had latched itself onto the playboy's shoulders, causing him to consistently come around to check on him.

Dream begrudgingly sighed. "What is it Killer?"

"I brought you some breakfast"

This was also common...

Killer would normally bring Dream food and leave it at his door, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dream knew that it was a kind thing that he should be grateful for, but he just wished Killer would just stay away.

Perhaps Dream should have told him to leave. But on the flip side of it, Dream knew Killer was also dealing with a bruised heart, and that wasn't something he wanted to make worse…

‘It’s all your fault.’ The voice in his head whispered to him.

Dream stared at the ceiling. This was the consequence of his own actions.

And it's not like either of them had anyone else...

Not to mention this was the first time he'd actually stuck around and not just left the food.

"......"

With a long reluctant sigh, he peeled himself off the sofa and got to his feet. They stretched and hugged the hoodie they were wearing.

Cross' and much too big.

"....."

He also hadn't taken it off for a while... and he probably wouldn’t anytime soon.

As he opened the door he was hit with the nauseating scent of cigarettes, that Killer carried around him like a cloud. Sometimes Dream felt like he could still smell the smoke on his own body, and that idea made his head spin.

Killer gave the smaller skeleton a gentle smile, which wavered when he noticed the familiar garment they wore, but soon fixed itself.

"Good morning lil light.." He said, "I was just out walking and I passed Smooth N' Fresh, and I remembered you tweeting about their takeaway acai bowls so..."

He presented a plastic sealed cup full of acai and what looked to be a good amount of toppings.

Dream stared at the bag in front of him. Cross used to bring him smoothies like this. After Killer cleared his throat Dream straightened up and didn’t say much more than a quiet thanks, as he took it.

It was rude, they knew it was rude, and they didn't want to seem ungrateful but...

Why did Killer have to be so nice? It would have been so much easier if he'd just ghosted them.

The two stood in silence for a while, as Dream simply stared at the floor.

"Killer...was there something else?"

"Well....actually...yeah.."

Great...

Dream didn’t say a word, they just walked away from the door without closing it, indicating Killer could come in. He did quickly and shut the door.

"....."

Now...Killer wasn't a tidy person, but even he'd say that Dream's flat was a bit of a mess.

Pizza boxes and half-eaten Chinese take-out were littered over the coffee table and clothes lay scattered across the floor.

Killer didn't judge though, not after how things had been recently.

He kept staring at the cup in Dream's hand, almost anxiously, the golden skeleton knew he wanted to see if he'd eat it. Dream didn't blame him though, not with the large amount of things he brought currently sitting in Dream's kitchen untouched.

Begrudgingly Dream opened it, though he had to admit the second the fruity smell hit his nose, he felt a little better.

He picked up the spoon the cup came with, and scooped a generous amount up and into his mouth.

His eyes widened, mmmmm...

Damn after all the greasy junk food he'd been eating, the fresh fruit tasted delicious. Before he could help it a small smile had found itself on his face. It didn't last long, but seeing it made Killer feel good.

After another spoon, Dream set it down on the coffee table, knocking cold ramen onto the floor, and sat on his sofa.

Killer contemplated joining but instead chose to lean against the arm.

"So...."

"I know I've been around a lot lately... but I haven't actually checked in properly...."

"I'm fine"

Dream answered that a little too fast and he knew it.

"Are you?"

Dream took a breath.

"Yep..."

"......"

"I'm sorry...I just wanted to check in after what happened on Twitter-

-what happened on twitter?"

Ah...shit...

Clearly, Dream had been staying off Twitter, something Killer wished he'd also been doing.

Before he could say anything else Dream grabbed his phone and opened the app. With their Twitter circles so deeply interlocked, it wasn't long till he found what Killer had been referring to.

"......."

It wasn't a surprise.... especially not after their last interactions.

But...

"Nightmare and Cross were seen together?"

Killer winced. The sound of the pain in the smaller skeleton's voice was tough to listen to.

The pictures were blurry, clearly taken on a shaky phone, but it was them. Leaving a bar together and getting in the same taxi. Then another outside Cross' place.

"That's...."

Dream put his phone down and put his face in his hands. He truly felt stupid and defeated. He should have known this would happen....he knew that both of them were done with him and Killer.

But still... were they seeing each other? Did they sleep together? Was it serious? What if they-

He felt a hand on his shoulder and shrugged it off harsher than he meant.

"....."

Killer locked eyes to the wall.

"From what I know...they haven't commented on the rumours.....not a single word....."

"So....who knows really"

His soul stung a little. In the past Nightmare had been very careful to avoid any attention from the public. Despite the hook-up nature of their relationship, there had been moments that might not have been so bad for people to see. Events, dinners, casual dates...

Night had said that he didn't want the media to be highly knowledgeable of his private life, which at the time Killer had understood. But now...Cross was different? Apparently...

"Well...thank you for that Killer..."

Dream stared at the blended fruit bowl and fought back tears.

"But if that's all I'd rather be alone"

"Actually...."

The golden skeleton inwardly groaned and glanced over at Killer once again. The playboy shuffled his feet like a nervous child.

"There's this event coming up, a city over, that I've been invited to"

"Mhm.."

Killer swallowed.

"And it's well...Night tweeted the other day that he would be attending...."

"....."

"So....I was wondering....or well hoping..."

"That....you might consider ....going"

Dream took another small bite of his blended fruit bowl. "why would I want to go"

"......with me.."

Dream froze mid-bite, the frozen slush numbing his tongue. Killer watched as the smaller skeleton clenched his jaw and said not a word.

“Well uh... you don’t have to.."

“I just thought… together.. maybe would be nice"

Suddenly the golden skeleton was on his feet. The bright yellow eyes were alight with anger and bewilderment, fixed onto Killer’s hollow ones.

"Are you kidding me!?" He shouted "This is what this has all been about, Killer!? I never should have slept with you!! It was a mistake!"

"You dare to think I'd want to start something with you! You?? No!!"

"Never!!"

Killer instantly shrank into himself, hands moving up in a defensive pose.

“……."

God, he was stupid for phrasing it like that, after everything.

“Sorry.....I didn’t mean to… it’s not like that"

"I meant as frien-

-We aren't friends "

Ouch.....

As Killer looked away, Dream's gaze instantly softened. What was the matter with him....they knew they weren't normally like this. Glancing again at the fruit bowl, Dream felt a twang of guilt. He had been seeing it fit to just wallow in self-pity lately.

"Sorry....that was rude of me..."

"I only meant..."

"....."

Deep down they knew Killer was only trying to help...he was probably just as lonely as he was...

"....."

"It's fine lil light, I wouldn't wanna be friends with me either." Killer muttered, cocking a smile and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"I'll just get going then"

"......."

Dream hugged himself tight, doing everything to calm the rising sense of sickness.

"Wait..."

"What's the event for? Couldn't you just miss it?"

The other shrugged his shoulders and bit a cigarette between his teeth.

"It's the premier of the next Underverse movie..."

"I'm sure my agent would kill me if I tried to bail"

"Would have thought you were going to that anyway"

Ah...Dream had completely forgotten that was coming up....right now he couldn't imagine something worse: dressing up for the carpet, being pawed at for interviews and cameras flashing every 3rd second.

Smile and wave...

Pretend your life is perfect...

You are perfect...

He supposed that he could fake an illness to not attend, it's not like it was a complete lie anyway.

He never missed events like that, so surely one wouldn't hurt.

But as he glanced again at the other, he knew it wouldn't be fair to let him go alone...after all, it was all his fault wasn't it?

They slowly sat back down, avoiding all eye contact and picked up the food again.

“........"

"Alright......"

“But only to repay you for the food you’ve brought"

Killer beamed a more genuine smile.

"Oh thank you!"

"I'll sort out everything!"

"And I'll pay for the hotel! Separate rooms of course"

"Separate hotels more like it" Dream grumbled, eating some of the now very melted fruit.

"And afterwards.....I want you to stay away.....please...."

The other's shoulders sagged. That made sense...Separate hotels...avoid any more rumours. If what they did got out at all....he shuddered at the thought of the fallout.

And staying away?

"......"

"Yeah..." He said after an embarrassingly long pause.

"It's like you said..."

"We aren't friends."

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