FluffyNightKiller
because I can! Using @zu-is-here ‘s studio versions of the boys. (Yes, I am joining the ranks of authors for Zu, blame the chaos in my mind)
Story under the cut or on my AO3
“Heyy, Coffee-boy”, Killer called out to Ccino who just passed him in the break room.
“T-that's not my name”, Ccino protested, then sighed and added: “Do you want anything?”
“I noticed you starin' at Nightmare, y'know”, Killer smirked, putting his script down on the small table. “And that cute blush of yours didn't go unnoticed by me either.”
“I-I”, Ccino wasn't quite sure how to react. “I have no interest in stealing your boyfriend, Killer. I would never-”
“Who said anything about stealing here?”, Killer asked, the smile never leaving his face. “I'm all about sharing, Cappuccino! And Nightmare could surely use a soft blushy coffemachine like you.”
“W-what the- I'm not a coffee-machine!”, Ccino protested but couldn't help the blush on his face. Killer just said what?
“See, I could try and convince my partner to give it a try”, Killer told him. “The three of us, how does that sound? I know you never even spared me a glance, but just consider. I'm sure we can get along.”
Ccino's whole face lit up. Killer suggested what now?? “I.. I.. uuuhm -what?”
Killer chuckled. “You are cute like that. So, what about the offer?”
“You would.. h-help me get together with N-nightmare?”, Ccino stuttered, still not believing this was happening.
“The one and only”, Killer nodded.
“Aaah, y-yes please??!”
Killer laughed and picked up his script again. “He'll be done with dress- and make-up in a few, get us the usual done already?”
Ccino just nodded and left towards the kitchen as fast as he could.
“So, Ccino”, Killer started, leaning on the handrail of the balcony.
“Who now?”, Nightmare asked, sipping his coffee while nose-deep in his script on the bench behind his lover.
“The intern, coffee-boy”, Killer said.
“Hmm, yeah, what about him?” “What do you think about him?”
“Nothing?”; Nightmare answered with a questioning tone to his voice. “I mean, coffee's gotten better since he showed up here”, he shrugged. “Am I supposed to think something about him.”
“Well, he is kinda cute, isn't he?”
The sound of something shattering could be heard and Killer turned around. Maybe that was his mistake, he barely saw the broken cup and the spilled coffee before Nightmare gripped him by the collar and slammed him into the handrail.
“What. Are. You. Trying. To. Tell. Me, Killer?”, he asked, obviously angry. “If you're so tired of me and want to hook up with someone else, there sure are other ways to say that! Am I not enough?!”
“Night”, Killer said and lifted his hands to cup Nightmare's cheeks in them. “Hey, Nightingale, you got it all wrong!” He leaned down, nuzzling his head against the other. “Say, you really didn't notice it at all?”
“Noticed what? Kills, what the hell are you playing?”
“Damn, the boy is head over heels for you”, Killer laughed.
“Are you telling me there's already someone to take your place, so you can just leave me or what?”
Killer leaned down and kissed his lover. “Still love you, babe. Just saying, think about it. Why limit yourself to one if you can have two?”
Nightmare stayed silent for a long time, still pinning Killer to the handrail. Then he sighed. “Killer”, he rasped and leaned against his lover. “Are you.. sure about this?”
“'Course I am!”
“I.. don't even know him..”
“He's a total sweetheart though!”, Killer chimed. “Won't hurt a fly, blushes at the smallest thing.. and he makes great coffee!”
That made Nightmare laugh. “You really are one of a kind”, he smiled. “Fine, I'll talk to the boy. He obviously caught your eye, even if you didn't manage to catch his.”
Killer nodded. “Maybe find him after we're done on set or something. Get his number, talk to him..”
“Don't promise yourself too much there, idiot.”
Killer smiled at the way Nightmare lovingly called him idiot. Somehow, he came to love this nickname. On their way off the balcony they passed Nightmare's 'unfinished' coffee.
“You should.. tell someone about your.. uhh.. coffee-accident there, Nighty”, Killer mentioned. Nightmare hummed unamused.
Once back inside they passed Ccino who just seemed to be on his way back to the kitchen.
“Hey, Ccino”, Nightmare called out to him. Ccino turned around immediately, a bright blush on his face.
“Y-yes?” Oh god, he knew his name??
“I.. kinda broke a cup out on the balcony, spilled coffee's all over the place..”
“I-I'll clean it up immediately, no need to worry!”, Ccino said and already turned around to run to the kitchen.
“Oh yeah, also”, Nightmare spoke and Ccino stopped right in his tracks. “Meet me at the front gates after work.”
With that he grabbed Killer's hand and went off to the set, ready to finally get that stupid scene done.
Ccino stood in the hallway for a few more minutes, completely frozen and not sure he heard right. Nightmare had just told him to – what?
After he cleaned up and changed his clothes Ccino sprinted out of the building as fast as he could, stumbling as he passed the main entrance. Nightmare already stood outside, waiting.
“I.. I'm here!”, he panted as he finally came to a halt next to the actor.
Nightmare shoved a piece of paper and a pen at him and as Ccino only looked at him dumbfounded, he said: “Got a phone? Write your number down and give me the things back. That's a good pen and I'd like to keep it.”
Ccino nodded and quickly scribbled his number down, then returned the items to Nightmare with a slight bow. Nightmare sighed.
“I'm.. free the rest of the evening”, he mentioned, looking to the side. “Wanna.. ugh.. go somewhere? Dinner, maybe?”
Ccino fumbled with his jacket. Damn, how was he supposed to.. “I.. I'm sorry, I can't.. I.. have to go home and feed my cats, I-”
“Fine”, Nightmare huffed. “Your place then.” It surely wasn't because he was intrigued by the idea of cute, purring, fluffy furballs, he told himself. No, this was all only because Killer wanted him to get to know the intern.
Ccino didn't react at first, just staring off into the distance, mouth hanging open just a little. After about three minutes Nightmare got annoyed by it and waved his hand in front of him.
“Damn, what am I getting into”, he breathed. “Hey, Ccino, still alive in there?”
Ccino seemed to snap out of it, looking at Nightmare. “Uuuh, y-yes?”
“You know you can just tell me if you don't want me over at yours.”
“T-that's not it!”, Ccino exclaimed. “I- I'd love for you to come visit me, just.. I.. haven't cleaned for two days and I don't have a lot of food over and-”
Nightmare sighed and facepalmed, effectively stopping Ccino's rambling. “Look, I don't know what you're thinking about me, but I'm not some snobby, rich, ignorant asshole. I eat like normal people do and I certainly don't mind a few cat hairs lying around in the doorway. You don't need to take me out to some fancy dinner, I am the one who asked to come over to your place.”
Ccino blushed and quitely mumbled: “It's two train-stations from here, if we go now we should make it to the next train.”
Nightmare nodded and they left for the train.
To be continued.. I guess