Inspired by one of LemonBery 's comments, love what you do my friend.

TW/CW - Suggestive innuendoes

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Blue's leg swung back and forth as he glanced around the room. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun was shining through the large windows on the left side of him.

He huffed impatiently, was somebody to come in and interrogate him or...?

Perhaps this was his punishment. To be alone until he couldn't take it anymore.

He snorted. He had been in worse situations, like the Anti-Void. He shivered before shaking his head, no, there's no need to be thinking about that right now.

He glanced behind him to the best of his ability and huffed impatiently as his head snapped back forward. His handcuffs were handcuffed to the chair. Fantastic. He should have noticed that when he was placed down on the, frankly, ungodly uncomfortable chair, but he supposed fighting Killer and his duct tape took too much of his attention.

His legs were free though, which was an interesting choice. He didn't have a shred of dignity left in him, he would gladly run around a castle with a chair attached to him.

It wouldn't exactly do wonders on his back though.

He perked up as the large, over-dramatic door that rested in front of him, opened up. His heart began to race against his permission. His mind was throbbing, desperately trying to shove out Nightmare's aggressive, nearly over-powering aura.

He did his best to shove it out, telling himself over and over that he wasn't afraid of Nightmare like his mind was telling him.

Okay so maybe he was a little scared of Nightmare. But he sure as hell wasn't going to give Nightmare the satisfaction of knowing.

Nightmare practically glided into the room, his feet barely making a sound as he did so. He was wearing a strict poker face, his hands probably folded neatly as they rested behind his back.

Blue was good at using his words...maybe he could talk his way out of this.

Oh, wait he was gagged.

Never mind.

Nightmare walked up to him and stared at him for much longer than Blue was comfortable with before grabbing Blue's face harshly and writing off the duct tape that Killer had shoved onto his lips.

"You mOTHERFUCKER! OW?!? Shit shit shit." Blue doubled over, puking out a couple more swears and Nightmare pulled a chair and sat down in front of him.

"What a colorful vocabulary you have. Has Ink been teaching you that?"

"Dream, actually."

Nightmare sighed. "Of course he did. Bastard has always been like that..."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well, when we were kids he used to- oh fuck you."

Blue just smiled, "Come on. You know you want to talk about him."

"I can make you suffer a long, drawn-out, and agonizing death right here, right now if you continue to piss me off."

"Pfft! Oh please, I have valuable information in my head, you can't kill me."

Nightmare took in a deep breath, Blue could almost see the urge of murder on his face. "Listen here, little man. I'm not here to play your sick mind games."

"I would disagree with you but go off I guess."

"Tell me everything you know about Dream and you better do it fast before I lose the little patience I have."

"Tell you all about Dream?! Are you insane? You should be the one telling me about him! You're the one who's gay for him!"

Blue couldn't stop the grin on his face as Nightmare glared at him, a faint, almost unnoticeable teal blush was on the top of his cheeks.

"I'm, I'm sorry? Gay? Me?! For Dream?! Are you out of your mind!"

"Maybe, but I'm not the only one who thinks that. I mean, look into yourself, my king, you're absolutely obsessed with him!"

"I'm only obsessed with him because his stupid soul is the one thing keeping me from true and complete control of everyone!"

"Dream likes being tied up." And tying others up as well, but that probably would've killed Nightmare if he had said that.

"SHUT. THE HELL. UP. If Dream had some weird, quirk, I would know about it!"

"Oh, I'm sure you would."

"You are on some thin fucking ice you hear me? One more quick, snarky little comment out of you will get your tied-up ass thrown into the Anti-Void. Do I make myself clear?" Nightmare hissed, standing up and grabbing Blue by his shirt collar.

Of course.

Threatening someone with their trauma was Nightmare's specialty.

He had to be careful now.

"You wouldn't do that...would you?"

"I can do anything I want, pretty boy."

"...What information are you looking for?"

Nightmare gave him a chiding pat on the head before sitting back down. "The usual. Anything new I should note about Dream and his abilities?"

"He talks about you a lot."

Now, THIS got his attention.

Nightmare flushed a violent teal, and Blue doubted that he noticed.

"He...talks about me?"

"Oh yeah. All the time." It wasn't always good things, but he was sure that Nightmare could guess that. "Why are you so surprised?"

Nightmare fake coughed into his fist and cleared his throat, despite his efforts, the blush on his face still stayed.

"It's just, surprising, is all."

"I think you like that he's talking about you."

"Do you want to say that again?"

"Nightmare I'm serious! It's not good to bottle up your feelings."

There was a pause.

"Whatever you say in here will stay in here. Scouts honor."

"Blue you were never a Boy Scout shut the fuck up."

"It's an expression! Just come out of Narnia and say it!"

"Say what, exactly?"

"That you're gay for Dream!"

"I'm not gay for Dream!"

"Alright. Then tell me some things you like about him."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I won't think otherwise until you do so."

Nightmare grumbled, his face still a bright teal.

"Fine, fine fine. Whatever..."

He crossed his arms and tapped his pointer finger impatiently. Thinking.

"I like his fighting spirit."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"You haven't known him long enough, or been in battles long enough, but there are times when he wouldn't stop, even if a normal person would."

"I mean, he'd take one of my tentacles through the head and he'd still get back up and fight me! It's absolutely incredible how he just, gets back up. No matter how hard I hit him."

"And, not to mention his laugh. I'm sure you've heard it right? It's just so, loud and boisterous, but I can't bring myself to hate it. It's cute, in its own, loud, obnoxious way."

"And I love it when he thinks and figures things out. Even though sometimes he forgets that he can think but that's beside the point. Before you decided to show up and ruin everything..."

Rude.

"...I would put him in SAW-Esque traps and he would have to figure it out before he died or something. He always makes such funny, cute, faces when he thinks, it's adorable."

"And- oh I am gay."

"You don't say."

"Do you think he knows...?"

"Nightmare, of Dream we're in charge of Troy during the Trojan war, they wouldn't even need a wooden horse, he would let them in, weapons and all. No. I don't think he knows."

Blue cocked his head to the side, "He's not good at picking up those signals. Despite how obvious your being."

"Oh thank the lord."

Nightmare paused and stood up and grabbed Blue by the neck.

"This stays here. Got it?"

"Of course. And even if I did tell Dream, which I won't, he won't believe me. I mean, even I, the groups, 'criminal mastermind', refused to pick up on it until I had no other choice."

Nightmare took his hand off of Blue's neck and took a step back, eyeing him carefully before coming up with a decision in his mind.

"Sooooo...are you going to let me go now that I've helped you realize how obviously gay you are for Dream?"

Nightmare looked him dead in the eyes before laughing. It wasn't a chuckle or chortle, it was something straight out of a horror film.

"Let you go?! I may be in love with the man I hate most but that doesn't make me stupid! Dream cares a lot about you, and letting you go like that," Nightmare snapped his fingers, "Would be weird, don't you think?"

"I-I mean yeah but-"

Nightmare put a finger to his lips and got close, "So shut up. You're my prisoner now pretty boy."

Ah shit.

"Fantastic."

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Sorry if the ending was a little underwhelming.

I just wanted to get something out for you guys.

I also like how you guys just go with whatever hcs I'm throwing onto Blue. He can be a feral little gremlin or ungodly horny and you're all like, "yup. Makes sense".

I also also realized that I forgot to put in a cover image for Caught but oh well.

-Fallen

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