(For any part two of the one-shots I make, it'll be longer than the first)

Still dust's POV

    I felt confused. These feelings. They kinda....hurt. Like a drum pounding  in my chest and flames rising to my cheeks. It was overwhelming. Horror looked at me confusingly as I set my elbow on the couch arm and put my forehead in my hand. I gripped at my chest in a failed attempt of slowing the beat of my soul........

Horror's POV

    This guy looked like he was having a heart attack. Now that I think about it, I don't even know his name. I lean down towards him and look at him. He was breathing heavily and had a tight grip onto his chest.
    A weird type of snickering echoed throughout the dirty room. It sounded like a ghosts laugh or something from a horror movie. I slightly giggled at my joke but kept my focus on the guy. He was slightly taller and seemed to have this calm but murderous aura about him.
    I didn't even know why I had the urge to kiss his cheek. I heard his breathing slow as he lifted his head from his hand. His eyes were like an insane person's and....I liked it. Its funny how two things can fit in one person. Calm and insane.
    The word insane made me slightly cringe at my sentence. I saw my brother be killed. We were insane but.....we have feelings to. The guy gave out a sigh and got up from the couch. I caught hold of his sleeve on instinct. His skull snapped towards me. "U-ummmm" he sounded flustered by my action, a dark purple blush blanketing his cheeks. I loosened my grip on his sleeve.
    "M-may I stay?" I asked. He cleared his throat and nodded. I let go of his sleeve and held the scarf close to me. He excused himself for a bit, leaving the room. I stared at the dust and blood that covered his house, I absolutely loved it.
    A jar full of dust sat on a shelf by the kitchen door. It had a label but was hard to read from far away. I got up from the couch and walked to the jar. It read, papy, this was his brother's dust?! I mean....I like it but....its his brother?!. He came back and noticed I was looking at the jar. "C-could you tell me why your...." he knew what I was going to say and interrupted me.
    "Don't worry. My brother is still here" he said that with a straight face. Now I don't really have to worry. "Come on" he spoke. I did what he said and followed him to a room. "By the way, the names dust" he spoke quietly. Fitting name. He opened the door, a nice bed was laying on the ground the small self-sustaining tornado whirled around.
    "That's a one person bed" I said embarrassingly. He shrugged.
    "I'll go sleep on the couch" he then started to go back.
    "Wait!" he faced me.
    "Yeah?" dust questioned.
    "C-could you sleep w-with me?" that came out kinda wrong. He blushed again but walked back up to me.
    "I-I guess...." it was awkward silence. I laid onto the bed while dust flopped onto the other side. I start to fall asleep, enjoying the warmth generating from him. My eyes close as I clutch the scarf.
    When I awoke, I felt warmth all over me. I felt...safe....secure. The warmth shifted in some way, making me curious on how. I open my eyes and look at my waist.
    Dust's arms were loosely wrapped around my waist. My face flushed as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. Soft snores emitted from him, his hot breathing on my neck. If he keeps this up, he'll make me go in heat! I poke his nose(?). He groans and only shifted. I have to admit.....he does look kinda cute.
    His eyes flutter open, revealing his multi color and different sized pupils. His sockets widen and quickly let go of my waist and back away from my neck. "S-sorry" he apologized. I only nodded and sat up from the bed. He did the same but stood up. I hurriedly followed him.
    "Whatcha doin?" I asked.
    "I was going to talk to my brother" he really was insane. I blushed lightly.
    "O-oh, I guess i'll go back to my universe...." his eyes turned a darker color as he gripped at his jacket. Was he sick or something?. A train of realization hit me and my soul started to thrum.
    My face was now a dark red as dust nodded. I...change my mind. "Ya know what, nevermind" he seemed surprised but relived by my words. I wrapped the scarf around his neck in a choking manner, making him turn hesitant. I pulled him towards me and kissed him.
    His sockets widen but soom soften and close. I feel his arms wrap around my waist gently. His tongue grazed my bottom lip for entrance. I open my mouth and he dives in. Dust places a hand on the back of my skull, making the kiss deeper and more passionate. I let go of the scarf and hold onto the edges of his hood. He pulls away and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
    "I-I" dust didn't seem to know what he had done. A large purple blush covered his cheeks. It was adorable. I hug his waist tightly.
    "Thanks" I spoke.
    "For what?" he asked.
    "For helping me get over the genocide run" I kiss his cheek and run out of the house with the scarf. I left dust dumbfounded and confused as I ran back into the forest, trying to remember the path back. I'm definitely coming back here again.

(I hope ya guys liked that. Are crack ships really becoming a thing in one- shot books?)

(Request #9)