(Why.....sometimes I really don't get you guys, like, I said I didn't know what to do with the last one and this is what happens....)

After ink almost kissed dream. He hadn't a clue what to do when ink and nightmare had started to fight. All dream wanted is cross to love him!. Cross seemed to be angry cause he was curled in a ball on the other side of the couch, huffing and growling.
Dream started to inch over to cross when he was out of his tight ball. Dream suddenly wrapped his arms around cross's neck, pulling him down and kissing his on the lips. Cross was frozen in place, eyes wide and confused. Dream was forcing a french kiss onto cross only to be pushed away. Both nightmare and ink had stopped fighting and starred at them. Cross's face was completely purple, glancing from nightmare to dream. Dream felt hurt from cross's action.
Ink gained jealousy and glared at cross though dream was the one who forced himself on him. Cross felt like the guilty one, confused and scared. He tried saying he did nothing wrong but it only came out as gibberish. Not a word was spoken correctly and thus no point was made. Ink unclipped one of his paint canisters, specifically the red one, and opened the cap.
Cross was starting to sweat bullets at this point. He knew what that red paint did, and he found out the hard way. Cross had only realized he had dreams first kiss. And ink, wasn't happy. But before ink could do anything with the paint, dream jumped onto cross, hugging him close. "Don't you dare hurt crossy!" dream screamed. This only seemed to make ink burn with more anger.
Cross looked at nightmare with pleading eyes. Nightmare only ignored them, turning away and wrapping his arms around ink's waist. Dream snuggled against cross's chest, enjoying his warmth and how safe he felt. Ink struggled against nightmare's grip as he tried to approach cross. Ink's red paint was ready to to burn as much as ink's anger was boiling.
He didn't want to give up dream to some cuddly assassin even if his life depended on it. It'd be malicious!. Ink stopped himself from struggling, opening the canister and throwing the red paint onto the arm of the couch before cross was forced to lay on it by dream.
Cross yelped in agony, following up with a revolting scream. Dream freaked. He summoned his staff, not even realizing who had thrown the paint there, and removing the paint from cross's back. He got rid of his staff and placed his hands on cross's back, healing him.
Ink huffed, disappointed. Nightmare on the other hand was enjoying cuddling ink. He nuzzled his head in the crook of his neck, starting to softly nip and bite there. Ink yelped, almost as loud as cross, trying to pry nightmare off of him. Nightmare picked ink up and carried him up the stairwell.
Dream glomped cross again, peppering kisses all over his face. Cross finally gave in, laying down and letting whatever lovey torture happen to him as who knows what happened up in nightmare's room...

(Two chapters in one day, just to make up for my not updating)