GAY PPL

CW/TW - Suggestive flirting

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Blood seeped into the pavement below, dripping from broken noses and wounds given to one another. A menagerie of colors danced along, with the bright, candy-red blood of the mortal teammates both guardians had, to their own golden and purple blood.

The fight had lasted hours now, people were getting sluggish, and sloppy. It had even become the case where Blue, the determined bastard, had begun to stagger. His eyes were heavy, his body wanting nothing more than to collapse into Cross's warm arms. Even though they were sword-fighting for their lives.

Both teams were separated, all around the now-evacuated city. And in the epicenter was Dream, Guardian of Positivity and self-proclaimed leader of the Star Squad, and Killer, Nightmare's right-hand man.

Killer was heaving, sweat dripping down his face, and negative magic dripping out of his eyes. Dream wasn't fairing much better, magically exhausted from the constant healing his body did, and pissed off with how long this battle was taking.

"Why don't you just surrender, huh?!" Dream shouted, panting between words.

"I don't think so, Angel boy."

And with that, Killer lunged. Knife in hand, ready to slice Dream like a hunky piece of meat. Dream seethed through his fanged teeth, getting into a stance to knock Killer away.

Their blades clashed and Dream ended up having more strength behind him, and shoved Killer to his left, knocking him off of his feet.

Killer hit the ground, hard. Landing square on his back, which sent shivers all along his arms and torso. His pupil-less eyes widened as Dream was approaching fast. He leaped up to his feet and scrambled away, which lead him into a nearby alleyway.

It was dark, the air crisp, and despite it behind barely into the evening, the moon was beginning to rise. The streetlights came on as Killer dashed into the alleyway, and Dream's face was cast in a shadow.

Cursed flew out of Killer's mouth as he realized he had gotten himself into a dead-end. He turned around and Dream was barely a few paces away. And before Killer could strike, before he could do anything, Dream grabbed both of his wrists harshly and slammed him into the wall behind.

His knife came crashing down onto the floor as he fumbled. Dream had gotten him trapped. With his two hands being crossed and held above his head, only being held together with one of Dream's made him both helpless and...incredibly flustered.

Usually, he was the one toying with his victims! Brushing his knife against their skin, seeing the goosebumps of fear made his heart race! Oh, how they begged for their lives, begged for his mercy. That was something he and Nightmare had in common, how they loved helpless pleading.

But this? This was a whole new perspective. He was the one who was helpless this time, knife on the ground, arms above his head, Dream keeping him pinned helplessly against the cold brick wall...

Adrenaline was something he was used to, his heart racing with the thrill of the kill. But this? This was different. His heart was slamming in his chest and throat, palms were sweaty. Dream was panting above him, grinding his teeth together.

"Sh-Shit-!" Killer squirmed in Dream's grasp, trying to pull his hands away from the wall. Dream retaliated by slamming his wrists back into the wall. Killer bit down harshly on his lip, stifling a feeble whimper.

"Not so tough are you now, huh?" Dream heaved out. And despite the exhaustion, his sass never faltered. "For someone who talks a lot of shit, you sure do look pathetic right now."

"Come on now Dreamy-boy, that's not fair." Killer cooed back at the guardian, still attempting to squirm free. Mostly by pulling his body as far away from the wall as possible. "You've got me pinned baby! What else am I supposed to do but look all cute and helpless to make you let me go?"

"You aren't cute, Killer. Helpless, most certainly. But cute? I dunno about that descriptive for you."

Killer scoffed, "Wow, harsh ok. Rude, even."

"Cute? Definitely not. But alluring?" Dream got close, lips caressing Killer's pierced ears. He inhaled sharply. Dream's golden, coiled hair was in his face, and he could feel Dream's heartbeat. There wasn't a potent smell from Dream, just a mixture of his abnormal blood and...apples? Interesting.

"Most definitely."

Killer lurched closer to Dream as he spoke, panting ever so slightly.

"Aha-oh fuck-Dream-! Alluring? Me? You sure?"

"Do you think I would be this close to you if I was kidding? If you were like, Dust, or Nightmare, Error even! I would've pummeled your face in already."

"God that's so sexy."

"Yeah, you would think that, wouldn't you? You dirty fucking masochist."

"Ok, not going to talk about how aroused that makes me feel, but? What if I was Blue?"

"If you were Blue, you would have your pants off already." Dream had adjusted his position to be leaning against the wall next to Killer. Still holding his hands captive, of course.

"FUCK. What does that asshole have that I don't?"

"You, Kills, don't have Blue's swagger."

"Goddamnit. What can I do to have you take my pants off?"

Their faces were brought close together again, and Killer's heart jumped.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. We haven't even locked lips yet."

"Then let's share spit baby. Come on, I want it, I want your lips on mine."

"Refer it as 'sharing spit' again, and I am never touching you again."

"Fine."

"Ask me again."

"Huh?"

"I want you to beg for it."

"Oh come on!"

"Do it!"

Killer slumped, allowing his dark brown hair to fall into his face. He was going to do this. His pride and dignity, both of which he didn't have much, getting thrown out the window. Dream was so super hot, he didn't even mind.

"Please?"

"Please what? Use your words."

"Please, come on, kiss me. I want you to kiss me."

"Ask me again."

"Oh, you bitch. Hahhh, fine. Please, Dreamy? I'm begging you, kiss me."

Their lips brushed against each other. Dream kissed more of his cheek than his lips, and he attempted to kick Dream in the shin.

"Come on! Don't tease me like this! I want your lips on my lips! Kiss me!"

"Again."

"FUCK. Please, please oh my god, please kiss me oh my god, please!"

"Yeah ok."

With no time taken, Dream pressed their lips together. Dream's lips were so warm and had a few droplets of blood on them. It was such a nice feeling, his naturally cold body felt nice pressed up against Dream.

There was a slightly metallic taste, a mixture of his own and Dream's blood. Dream's other hand slipped itself up Killer's shirt, caressing his ribs and squishing his hips.

Kissing Dream felt so good. He quivered as Dream praised him for begging, not fighting back. God, going good had never been so tempting.

Is that what Dream wanted? To make him leave Nightmare?

Would Nightmare understand if he did?

Dream pulled away and finally let go of Killer's hands, which were starting to hurt at that point. Their chests were still pushed together and Dream's hand trailed down Killer's face. And that was the breaking point.

His knees caved and he collapsed into Dream's breathing heavily. Dream snickered and helped him back onto his feet properly.

"I'll see you later, hot stuff. Don't miss me too much."

And with that, Dream disappeared. Leaving only a kiss on Killer's cheek.

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This was fun tee hee

Working my way through requests!!! Doin my best :)

-Fallen

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