Long days.
Hard nights.
Sometimes, Nightmare hated life. But everytime he saw his Killer, he made it better. Killer would convince him life was worth living and when he was depressed, Killer loved him unconditionally.
That day, the two of them were on their way home from the park. Killer often dragged him there for reasons unknown. He just seemed to like it and Nightmare adhered to this. In the passing minutes, they walked in silence, Nightmare with an arm around Killers shoulder and Killer resting his head on Nightmare's. A light red blush dusted Killers cheeks as Nightmare kissed him on the forehead.
"Almost home babe~" He said.
"Great, I'm exhausted!" Killer said with a laugh.
Nightmare managed a slight laugh also as they entered the house.
As soon as they got inside, Nightmare gave Killer a light kiss, slowly progressing into a deeper one, until Nightmare was holding Killer close to him, eyes closed, enjoying the kiss his Killer let him have.
Slowly, they both fell onto the couch, still kissing each other. Every now and again, Nightmare would pull away from the kiss and lightly nibble Killers neck, but nothing really progressed past that point. Sure, Nightmare had pinned him to the couch, and was kissing him and loving him, but it wasn't going anywhere.
After a little while of this, Nightmare pulled away from Killer and allowed him to sit up. He wasn't exactly expecting Killer to bury himself in Nightmares chest to hide his obvious blush, bright and cheerful on his face.
"Don't hide your blush~ It's cute" Nightmare said.
Killers blush worsened when he said that and he only cuddled into Nightmare more.
He sighed and put an arm around Killer. He held him in a gentle embrace, protecting and loving. He felt truly at ease and loved. Killer still refused to look up at Nightmare, he seemed quite happy to be there, buried in Nightmares chest as his tentacles wrapped around him and secured him, keeping him warm and safe. Loving up on him. Hugging him and making him feel good about himself. Nightmare's embrace gave Killer butterflies that wouldn't go away.
And Nightmare, was surprisingly calm and docile. Like an old draught horse in a field, his eye was closed, his breaths deep and relaxed. He was nearly asleep. Killer gazed up at him, it was rare when Nightmare was just calm and unresponsive to the world around him. His only focus at that moment was Killer.
He seemed to notice Killer gazing up at him in awe, as he opened his eye and looked at him a little bit before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. "Your my only love Killer~"
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