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The base was bustling with a lazy holiday weekend. It was a rare thing for the bad Sanses to experience, tonight was supposed to be simple for the group— start off a movie night, bad horror films, and a mountain of greasy food.
Nightmare was more relaxed than usual, wanting to do the helping part better by standing in the kitchen with Horror, prepping a couple of frozen pizzas and oven snacks ready to eat. Nightmare's tentacles slowly pulled the oven door and clicked as it preheated, casting a glow of fire across the kitchen.
Horror loomed next to him, massive hands dwarfing the small knife he was using to forcefully cut a frozen pizza in slices, saving a bigger piece for himself. Nightmare leaned lazily against the counter, watching the bigger skeleton work with a quiet hum.
"You know," Nightmare said with a purr, crossing his arms and letting his corrupted tentacle coil around his body like lazy smoke, "we have time before the oven finishes... And the others are still away." Horror glanced down at him, cocking his head with that lopsided, permanent grin. Cracked skull. Giant body. Bloody apron still tied around his waist and semi summoned ecto. The sight made Nightmare's eyes glowed low. "You ever fuck someone while cooking dinner?" Nightmare purred, letting his tentacles brush suggestively up Horror’s arm.
Horror rumbled deep in his chest, it was a low, almost questioning sound mixed with a grunt. Then, the knife Horror was holding slipped, slicing across his huge palm. A thin line of blood beaded instantly, thick and dark, and they shared a pause. Nightmare's gaze flicked down, a slow turn as he was watching the blood trickle along Horror’s broad fingers, dripping lazily onto the counter.
There was something that shifted between them, the fresh scent welcomed them as Nightmare’s grin widened dangerously. "You gonna cry about it," he murmured, voice thick as he wiped the exposed wound with his thumb, "or do something useful with those hands?" His tongue licking his lips at the string of blood. Horror growled low, a massive hand snatching Nightmare by the waist and hauling him up onto the counter like he weighed nothing.
Nightmare laughed breathlessly, spreading his thighs without hesitation, his magic flickering excitedly along his bones. Horror’s blood-slicked hand gripped Nightmare's hip firmly in place, fingers leaving sticky prints against his summoned ecto.
The bigger skeleton leaned in, overwhelmingly slow. His huge body blocking out the oven’s glow, filling every inch of Nightmare’s vision. Horror rasped, his voice rougher than usual, his head tilted in agreement.
Nightmare’s only answer was a wicked, sharp-toothed grin. Horror didn’t waste time. He yanked Nightmare's shorts down, exposing his hardening cock, already dripping with precum from the teasing. Nightmare moaned shamelessly at the cool air hitting him, his tentacles snapping and sizzling along the counter.
Horror was big, and ridiculously so. And Nightmare’s breath caught deliciously when he felt the blunt, drooling head of Horror’s clothed cock grinding between his spread thighs, smearing precum and blood in thick, sloppy strokes. He grunts quietly, his voice husky and his eye sockets looking at him.
The blood on Horror’s hands smeared everywhere. Nightmare’s thighs, his ribs, even the counter—staining the pale surface dark and obscene. "Filthy," Nightmare growled approvingly, raking his claws down Horror’s broad chest, tracing the rough scars from previous battles, leaving faint scratches on his crimson ecto, Nightmare could feel his breath hitch. Horror grunted impatiently and tugged his pants down enough to line himself up, pushing into Nightmare with one slow, brutal thrust.
Nightmare cried out, head slamming back against the cabinets, his back arched and thighs pressing harder. The sudden stretch was burning inside him, it was one of a kind, stealing the breath from his chest. He gripped Horror’s bloodied forearm for balance, digging his claws deep, letting the blood run hot between their bodies. Horror’s cock was almost too big, it was thick and unrelenting—forcing Nightmare’s body to stretch painfully sweet around him.
The oven beeped, announcing it was ready.
Neither of them moved. Horror gasped quietly in short breaths, his cock twitching inside his boss as he let the smaller skeleton to adjust to his size. Nightmare let out a needy moan, rocking his hips to feel the friction he was looking for.
Horror pulled out halfway, making Nightmare whimper at the sudden emptiness inside him before slamming back in, hips snapping forward with a wet, filthy slap that echoed through the kitchen.
Nightmare clung to him, a trembling mess, corrupted magic crackling wildly around them both. "F-fuck," Nightmare gasped, voice wrecked.
Horror just grunted again, his pace was getting more brutal and relentless, now that Nightmare had adjusted, the blood slicking his grip on Nightmare’s hips, dripping onto the counter in messy red patterns. Horror's finger wiped the blood off of his thighs and licked the stain off his fingers. Every thrust punched a broken little moan out of Nightmare's throat, his pride long since shattered under the thick, heavy weight of Horror inside him.
He was shaking desperately, painfully close to coming undone already. But Horror wasn’t done, he wasn't even close. He grabbed Nightmare by the throat with his bloody hand, squeezing just enough to make his vision spark. Nightmare’s hips jerked helplessly, his own magic screaming around them. Horror let out a low growl.
Nightmare shuddered, pride warring with the unbearable need burning through his bones. "Please," he gasped out, voice raw, "Horror, f-fuck me harder—"
Horror obliged. The counter groaned dangerously under the force of it, Nightmare sliding with every brutal thrust, blood and sweat and his magic painting the scene like something straight out of a horror movie.
It was perfect, their moment finally together.
And when Nightmare finally came, it was with a sharp, choked-off scream, his magic exploding outward in a shockwave that rattled the oven door. Horror followed with a broken, guttural growl, filling him with thick, hot release inside Nightmare. There was so much that it leaked down Nightmare’s thighs, thick, milky semen running down him his abused hole, mixing obscenely with the blood already staining them both.
They slumped against each other, panting, sweat-slicked and grinning like sinners caught at the altar.
The oven beeped again— now a cheery, mechanical sound completely at odds with the debauchery covering the kitchen.
Nightmare chuckled weakly against Horror’s broad chest, lazily rubbing them together before he placed his head on it. "Guess dinner’s ready," he rasped, voice still rough. Horror just rumbled, nuzzling into Nightmare’s neck with lazy, bloodied affection.
Maybe movie night could wait a little longer.