One-shots [Reqs: 5]

It's A Bumpy Road

Killer stared back, silent. Cross glanced between them, his expression somewhat annoyed. Killer's gaze shifted to Cross, without the guard's knowledge. Cross was glaring at him, almost nervously, his-- still unfairly attractive-- frown deepening with each passing second. Killer felt his soul wobbling, and the twitch in Cross's expression told him that it was visible.

Nightmare was waiting, watching the spikes in Killer's aura with amusement. Affection, temptation, anxiety, and millions of other tiny things he paid no mind. Slowly, it shifted into reluctant excitement, and Killer gave a grin. "Might as well." Cross was staring at Killer's soul when Killer faced him, something that made him nearly trip over his own feet. Instead, he caught himself, snapping his fingers at Cross. "Eyes up here, bud."

Cross's cheeks went an incredibly faint purple, Killer's mind doing flips at it. Nightmare hid his amusement behind his book, waving his hand. "Well, get to it. We don't have all day." Cross cleared his throat, flush fading. "Right. C'mon."

Killer bounced on his heels, "Right behind ya." Cross gave him a side-glance, his expression unamused. "Walk beside me, where I can actually see you." Killer's grin hitched up, a knife spinning in his hand as he stepped up to Cross's side with a snickered comment. "Didn't know you liked lookin' at me so much, Criss-Cross." Cross shoved him, hissing. "Shut up, idiot." Killer chuckled, "You're the boss."

A heavy silence fell over them, the only sound being their shoes and Killer's fingers on his knife. Cross's eye twitched every time Killer's fingers scraped against the blade. The final straw was when Killer started wiggling the knife between his teeth, like a toothpick. Cross snapped his arm out, snatching the knife and throwing it aside. Killer blinked in surprise, too startled to do anything when Cross shoved him against the wall and pinned him there. Once he registered it though, his mind drew up a blank, the only thought being 'oh stars he's so close.'

Cross hissed in Killer's face, looking furious. "Is it your goal to piss me off with everything you do? Is that it? Did you come just to keep fucking with me!" Killer swallowed, his mouth dry, warmth rising to his cheeks. He stayed silent, his eyes riveted on Cross's eyelights. Cross's breath hit his cheek, only managing to fluster him further, and Cross, ever-oblivious, didn't notice, only pressing Killer against the wall harder.

"Oh, now you're quiet? Are you fucking kidding me!!" Killer inhaled silently, an odd feeling in his chest the moment he tasted the chocolate in the air. No, not in the air. The chocolate on Cross's breath. His mind crumbled into hysterics. If he smells of chocolate, then did that mean he tasted like chocolate? Killer's eyes drifted. Did Cross taste like chocolate? He stared at Cross's mouth, his face heating steadily the more he thought about it. He wanted to find out.

Except, Cross let go and stepped back, still pissed. "I don't have time for this. I'm going to find Dust, without you." Cross teleported, missing the moment Killer fell to his knees and held a hand to his mouth. He swallowed the mouthful of liquid, laughing to himself at the prospect of vomiting from whatever weird combination of excitement and joy he was feeling. He wiped; his mouth, stumbling to his feet and wandering back to the living room.

Nightmare glanced up, sensing the pleased aura that Killer wore long before he walked in. Nightmare was incredulous for a moment. "Did you actually fuck??" Killer snorted, "Course not, you know Cross wouldn't even consider it. Nah, he just got mad and pinned me." Nightmare mulled over his words, growing irate as Killer flopped on the couch and started playing on his phone. He shut his book, folding his hands. "Well, aren't you going to do anything about that crush of yours??"

"No." The answer was quick, but it wasn't mindless. Nightmare tipped his head, "And why not?" Killer shrugged, "Cause-" Nightmare's attention shifted to the new aura that stood outside the living room door, red flags shooting up in his mind. He went to warn Killer, to make him stop talking, but Killer had already continued. "-it'd be pointless. He hates me, and to top it all off, I ain't the best partner. Even if he did accept, it wouldn't last long." Nightmare bit his knuckle as Killer continued, oblivious to the eavesdropper.