My addition to the KCRM day. This is hosted by @atosofficial
Practice. That’s all it was. The pair was drawn together by their mutual interest in the twins and their dismay at how unreachable they seemed. Regal, confident monsters, practically glowing with the amount of power held within those bones. Their fleeting interest quickly developed into an obsession as they entertained the thought for longer and longer.
When Cross approached Killer with a borderline adorable request to teach him how to court the twins, he couldn’t refuse. Simple compliments turned to flirting turned into…
“Killer-!” Cross’s surprised shout was abruptly cut off as a tongue plunged into his mouth. He struggled to pull away, only to fall silent under Killer’s confident, haughty expression.
“Didn’t you want me to be Nightmare?” Killer’s typical playful smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. “You know he won’t go easy on you.”
Cross quickly looked away, not wanting to be reminded that it was Killer he was kissing and not their boss. “I know…it was just surprising.” It had been growing harder and harder to stay in his mindset lately. He stopped seeing Nightmare and instead saw Killer. Stupid, goofy, ridiculously handsome, Killer. He knew it was wrong. They were interested in the twins, not each other. It’s dumb to catch feelings. It was just practice.
“Cross?” Killer expectantly prodded him as he fell silent, causing Cross to snap out of his thoughts.
“Hm?” The soldier looked at his friend quizzically, causing the black-eyed skeleton to roll his eyes.
“I asked if you wanted another kiss.” Killer repeated. He drummed his fingers on top of his kneecaps as he talked to Cross.
“I…think I’m done for tonight.” Cross slid out of bed and adjusted his clothes, quickly becoming the tense, serious soldier again. “Thanks for the practice.” He strode swiftly towards the door.
“Hey, how come you never stay in here?” Killer’s question made Cross stop in his tracks. He knew the answer. The scene could only last so long. If they woke up with their arms around each other, they could hardly see each other as friends anymore. But recently, their relationship seems to have changed anyway.
“I just prefer my room.” Cross responded stiffly, knowing that was far from the truth. He never liked being alone and Killer’s room always felt warm and welcoming.
“Well if you head back there, you’re going to wake up Dustbin with how loud you can be. It’s late and you know he gets twitchy when he’s woken up.” It was a lame excuse, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to wake up in each other’s arms.
“…alright. I’ll stay here for the night.” Cross sighed in defeat and trudged back to the bed, still avoiding Killer’s gaze.
“Come on, we can cuddle.” Killer snickered quietly and slipped under the sheets before holding out his arms. “No homo.” He joked.
Cross finally let out a breathless laugh, a wide smile cracking on his face. “Everything about you is gay, Killer. I don’t think you can say that.” He shrugged off his already loosened jacket and climbed into the bed as well. It felt oddly good to sink into Killer’s arms.
“Maybe so, but I’ll say it just for you.” Killer smiled at him before pulling the soldier closer to his body.
Just for you. Something about those words made Cross’s face heat up. Killer made him feel so loved and protected. He was still unbelievably attracted to the two deities, but maybe he could make room in his soul for a third.
Mostly Kross focused, with some mentions of the twins. I’m honestly in love with the idea of them being fuck-buddies that evolved into a relationship. Not to mention Cross needs serious help with his seducing skills. Poor guy is clueless.
