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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      UnderClass_-_Fandom, Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Undyne_&_Alphys, Sans_&_Papyrus
  Character:
      Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Toriel, Frisk, chara_-_Character,
      Mettaton, Grillby, Gaster, Papyrus'_Father, Papyrus'_Mother, Sans_Mother
  Additional Tags:
      Hentai, Many_different_kinks, Light_BDSM-_Biting, Anal_Sex, Vagina_Sex,
      Ecto-Penis_(Undertale), Ecto-Tongue_(Undertale), cursing, Emotional/
      Psychological_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Feels, Mention_of
      Minor_Character_Death, BDSM_Scene, Monster_Heat
  Series:
      Part 1 of UnderClass
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-24 Completed: 2017-09-10 Chapters: 23/23 Words: 104917
****** UNDERCLASS (Original Story) ******
by Cat2170, GioGioStar, LunaMotou, saturnwonder, Vienamarie
Summary
     In this AU Sans and Papyrus are NOT RELATED, but classmates who fall
     head over heels for one another. Papyrus is a popular Soccer Jock
     while Sans is the Bookworm Nerd who begins to tutor Paps in math so
     that he could keep playing, being the star player to send their
     school to the Championships after many years. Things are going great
     until a hacker shares some personal pictures with the entire school
     that not only tests their relationship with each other and their
     friends, but their personal limits. Can their love for each other
     keep them from hitting rock bottom?
     This is the UnderClass AU started by the brilliant nasty-bones (
     (http://nasty-bones.tumblr.com/)).
Notes
     Please note that there are MANY MANY steamy SEX SCENES and that this
     fiction is for 18+. Also note that we have the boys test out
     different kinks such as stuffing, BDSM (soft), as well as others.
     PLEASE BE WARNED.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Again…?”
Sans didn’t need to have his glasses on to see that his desk had been scribbled
on. Closer inspection, however, revealed that these were not the typical
insults.
Instead of “nerd” and “dork” and “loser” on the surface of the wood, it read
things like “cocksucker” and “twink”. In big, bold writing was the word
“faggot”.
This was new.
This was…
Bad. Sans clung tighter to his messenger bag and forced his breathing to
steady.
It’s not like he had friends to blabber to, so there was only one reason people
were writing such vile things when they hadn’t before:
Papyrus was telling people they were having sex.
But why? Sure, sometimes the tall skeleton poked fun at him for his title in
high honor roll and ranking number one in the class, and sometimes Sans told
him to buzz off and talk to him when he could score better than C+ on a test,
but it was all in good fun!
Or, he’d thought it was. Maybe their relationship didn’t mean what he thought
it did.
Against his will, Sans’ vision blurred. He took off his glasses and sat down at
the graffiti desk to scrub tears from his eye sockets. A quiet sob left his
mouth and echoed in the empty classroom, but it made enough noise to attract
the attention of the aforementioned skeleton.
Papyrus turned and strode into the empty classroom. He’d been about to head
home since the school day was over, but figured he may as well stop to make
sure Sans didn’t lag behind and study the hours away like a dork again. He
really needed a social life. Maybe once summer began he would show him how to
be less of a bookworm and more of a partier.
He was three strides into the room with that typical cocky grin on his face
when he froze.
Sans was hunched over at his desk, which wasn’t new, but instead of his nose
being buried in a textbook, it was hidden in his hands.
He was crying.
The smile vanished from Papyrus’ face and he was crouching next to the smaller
monster in an instant.
“Sans?” He said, making the male flinch and look up. Tears were steadily
running down his face and the taller skeleton wanted to kiss them away. “Sans,
what’s wrong?”
“P-Pap?” Sans stammered and hated how pathetic he sounded. He even cried like a
nerd, good gravy. “Sh-shouldn’t you be halfway home by now?”
Papyrus took Sans’ hands in his own. “What’s wrong, Sans?” He repeated. It was
then that the scribbles on the desk caught his eye, and he turned to see the
vulgarity etched into the surface.
Nothing but occasional sniffling from Sans filled the silence for a few
moments. Papyrus increased his grip on the other’s hands and looked at him
fiercely. There was anger there. Papyrus didn’t get angry like this, ever.
“Who did this?”
Sans blinked, another tear rolling down. The other skeleton brushed it away
with his thumb and the sensation made him feel a little calmer.
So Papyrus hadn’t sparked this act - at least, not on purpose. Their
relationship wasn’t just for shits and giggles. The thought was warming to
Sans, and despite the harsh words in the wood, he felt less alone.
“I don’t…I don’t know who did it.” He admitted.
“I think I do.” Papyrus scowled. He straightened and used the hand still
holding onto Sans’ to pull him from his seat. “And tomorrow, Undyne and
Mettaton are getting an ass beating.”
The taller monster smiled down at Sans, taking his glasses and sliding them
back into place on his head.
“C’mon,” he said, “don’t cry. It doesn’t look good on a nerd like you.”
Sans’ expression softened. He smiled.
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“Thanks.”
“You want me to walk you home?” Papyrus asked concern dripped from his voice.
Sans shook his head quickly as he felt himself fluster a bit, “No I’ll be fine.
We’ll see each other tonight?”
“It’s the weekend; I’ll sneak over after my old man is asleep. Just keep the
window open.”
Papyrus smirked as he leaned closer to Sans, kissing him softly. Sans felt
himself press closer into the kiss. He still couldn’t understand it. He was
just a silly nerd. He was busy reading things about string theory or a classic
novel, while Papyrus would probably think that string theory had to do with
string cheese and a classic novel was what the girls were reading right now. So
why was he interested in him? Papyrus could have anybody he wanted. Papyrus had
a group of girls that he could have easily been with. But instead, they were
secretly dating.
“Sans, be safe,” Papyrus whispered as he broke away from the kiss.
Sans felt breathless as the only thing he could do was nod slowly. He watched
as Papyrus walked away. Sans knew that Papyrus was going to go off at Undyne
and Mettaton. Although Sans wasn’t so sure it was them that did this. He
couldn’t say it was them, though because he really didn’t know anybody all too
well. Sans looked down at the graffiti-covered desk and sighed. He was just
going to get it cleaned when school started up after the weekend. He was too
drained to even deal with it.
Sans started out of the classroom, for the first time, he just wanted to get
out of school. The school was normally one of his favorite places, but now, it
was starting to become a prison with the stunt that somebody did with his desk.
He was so close to getting out of the school. Just twenty more feet and he
could get home.
“Yo, homo!” Sans froze in fear as he heard a voice.
Sans slowly turned around seeing a group of girls. One of them he recognized,
although he couldn’t remember her name to save his own life. He only remembered
her because, for last Halloween, she had her boyfriend at the time wear a leash
and collar while she took him throughout the town.
“You’re causing a lot of problems.” one of the girls hissed.
“I’m just trying to go home,” Sans muttered, looking down at the floor.
“Yeah right.” another girl laughed.
Sans didn’t like this. Somehow they had surrounded him. He really didn’t want
to deal with this and he was already regretting his decision in not walking
home with Papyrus. If Papyrus was here, they wouldn’t be doing this.
Sans let out a sudden whimper as he felt one of the girls push him from behind.
There was no way he was going to be able to beat up a girl, let alone a whole
group of them. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Yeah right, you fucking fag.” one of the girls laughed.
“I’m serious. I just want to go home.” Sans was trying to keep himself calm.
“I bet he’s never kissed a girl,” one of the girls chided.
“Bet the slut kissed a shit ton of boys.” another laughed.
Sans did not like where this was going. He was trying to find a way to get out
of this mess. He was starting to get frantic as he tried to break through them.
It didn’t work. One of the girls grabbed his shoulder, turning him as they
forced a kiss on him. Sans was desperately trying to break out of it. Before
the whole dating Papyrus thing happened, he would have loved getting his first
kiss with a girl, but coming to terms with his sexuality, this just wasn’t
right for him. He was freaking out internally, begging for them to leave him
alone.
“What is going on here,” Sans let out a sigh of relief.
“Ms. Toriel. Oh nothing, we were helping Sans. He had something on his face.”
one of the girls lied smoothly.
Toriel looked at the group carefully, then looking at Sans, “Is it true?”
Sans looked at the ground before nodding. If he told the teacher what was
really going on, he was going to get it worse later on. At least with them
getting caught in the middle of it, they would back off for a bit.
“Sans, are you sure?” Toriel pressed him.
“Yeah. If it’s alright, I’m just going to head on home,” Sans spoke quickly
before walking rapidly to the door.
As soon as he opened it, he just started running. He wanted to run away from
that situation as fast as his legs could carry him. Were they the ones that
wrote that stuff on his desk? Or did somebody find out he was gay and he just
became a bigger target? It didn’t matter at this point. He would have to deal
with this later. He really just wanted to get home and away from this giant
mess.
Once Sans felt that he was far away from the school, he sat down near the road.
He had a bad habit of just stopping at random spots when walking home just so
he could catch up on a really good book. And right now, he was reading a novel
that he just couldn’t put down. He needed to know what would happen next,
especially since he knew that later on tonight, Papyrus was going to sneak over
and he knew without a doubt that he was not going to be reading about the epic
adventure that was written in the pages he had his nose deeply buried in.
Suddenly, Sans felt something hit his head. He quickly looked up seeing the
same girls that had just cornered him throw a nice cream at him, one of them,
he heard scream the word “Fagot” as the whole group laughed. Sans felt his eyes
burn as tears began to stream down. He had never been so humiliated in his
life. He felt a wave of a mixture of emotions. Anger, embarrassment, anxiety.
But at this moment, the strongest feeling he had was hate. Not for them, but
for himself.
“Fuck me, right?”
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Papyrus was off chewing out Undyne and Mettaton’s asses. Well, he was nearly
there. He was walking towards Mettaton’s mansion currently, and each step just
further angered him. How dare someone try to hurt HIS Sans. Sure he teased him
but it was never something mean or rude.
With the memory of Sans’ crying still fresh in his mind Papyrus approached the
gates of Mettaton’s mansion. The guard recognized him and let him through.
Papyrus slammed open the front doors of the mansion and growled.
“METTATON!” He shouted angrily.
“Oh, Papy darling! What a pleasant surprise,” an overly flamboyant voice called
from the main staircase. There was Mettaton, dressed in the latest fashion and
smiled flirtatiously towards Papyrus, to which he fought to roll his eye
sockets at him. Mettaton always flirted with him, and other popular kids at
school, but his heart belong to Sans, his nerdy smol boyfriend who he just
adored.
“What brings you he–,” Mettaton started to ask before he was grabbed roughly by
Papyrus and slammed up against the nearest wall. “Papy! Oh my, if you wanted to
be rough–,” he started to say before Papyrus interrupted him.
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT METTATON?!” he shouted angrily, his magic threatening to
lash out at the glittery robot before him.
“Do-Do what Papyrus?” he asked nervously. Papyrus never got this physical with
him.
“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! DON’T PLAY THE VICTIM HERE METTATON!” he shouted. He
was livid. How dare he pretend to not hurt his boyfriend’s feelings and
humiliating him at school.
……
Anger
Humiliation
Sadness
These feelings were what Sans felt strongly at the moment. He was currently
unlocking his front door and walked inside to his home. It was a quaint home,
he had inherited it when his father, Dr. W.D. Gaster died a few years ago and
in his will, Sans had inherited everything. The house, insurance money, but he
also got now an empty space. As much as he loved this house… it held some
painful memories. He would wake up restless from how quiet it was in the house
and he had no one to share it with. When he was sad, he couldn’t turn to
everyone. Sure he had Papyrus… but he didn’t like to bother him too much.
Wait. Did he bother him too much? He was certain he wasn’t. Well, aside from
Papyrus going off to tell Undyne and Mettaton to back off was certainly
something that made his soul flutter and shine. He did flinch as he felt the
nice cream on his skull drip down his neck. What a terrible day it was.
‘Might as well shower before Papyrus comes over,’ he thought as he climbed the
stairs to the second floor and unlocked his bedroom window and left it cracked.
This was how Papyrus would come over. After all, he did enjoy dramatic
entrances.
With that done, Sans grabbed gray sweats, his pink house slippers, and a white
shirt. He at first debated if he should put on a hoodie but he waved the idea
away. If he was cold, he could grab one later. Besides, if Papyrus was coming
over he doubted he would wear his hoodie for long. Sans blushed at the thought
and sighed. He would feel better after a nice hot shower and if he changed into
some more comfortable clothing. He went into the bathroom and left it open at
just a crack as he stripped from his nice cream stained uniform and got into
the shower. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the warm water wash over his
bones. It was as if it was melting away his stress and sadness with the nice
cream.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     UnderClass focuses a lot on bullying. As we saw in the first chapter
     Sans was beat up for being different. It will progress from here.
     Papyrus and Sans also have an intimate moment together which lead to
     some spicy bedroom time. Sex and angst gotta love it.
     Also, for the next 2-3 chapters the story is mostly written by
     giogiostar and alltahshipping ((will add them to the co-authors when
     I get their ao3)). My parts will start showing up later. ENJOY!
“Pappy, darling, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Papyrus felt his anger boiling in him more, “Bullshit, you and Undyne always
fucking pick on Sans. I’m tired of it and you both went to fucking far this
time!” Papyrus grit his teeth.
“Now I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but I promise you, I don’t
know what is going on. Now let go of me this instant.” Papyrus felt Mettaton
grip his wrists.
Papyrus let the flamboyant robot go, his mind still clouded with anger. He felt
like he was going to lose it. If it wasn’t Mettaton, then there was also a
chance that it wasn’t Undyne either. So if it wasn’t either of them, then who
the hell wrote that shit on Sans’ desk?
“What happened to Sans?” Mettaton asked.
“Somebody wrote some fucked up shit on his desk,” Papyrus muttered as he began
to pace around in circles, telling his friend what was written on Sans’ desk.
“I think I know why” Mettaton whispered as he motioned for Papyrus to follow
him to his room.
Papyrus quickly followed Mettaton, wanting to get to the bottom of this mess.
He wanted to find out who the fuck was messing with Sans so he could beat the
shit out of them and not see Sans cry like that. As soon as they reached his
room, Mettaton closed the door and locked it.
“Somebody sent me some pictures, and damn, are they interesting,” Mettaton said
as he pulled out his phone to show him the texts.
Papyrus face blanched at what he saw. He saw those pictures. Hell, he took
those pictures. Somebody went into his phone and took them. He felt sick
looking at them now. Papyrus had his dick completely in Sans’ mouth in some of
those pictures, the last one was a money shot of Sans, his face covered in his
cum.
“Shit.” Papyrus couldn’t believe it, “Somebody stole my pics.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Whoever sent those pictures out to the school somehow took those
pictures from my phone.” Papyrus was too shocked to be angry.
“You gotta talk to Sans about this. Tell him before he finds out and he thinks
it’s you that sent them to the whole school.”
Papyrus nodded solemnly before he started for Sans’ place. He needed to get to
him before the pictures got to him.
------
Sans smiled as he got out of the shower, today was going to end on a good note.
It had to, since after school was just so rough. There was no way it could get
any worse. Sans had his towel over his shoulders as he headed for his room to
grab his book and his phone, suddenly noticing that he had a message from a
random number.
He looked at it curiously before putting his phone away, he wanted to go and
grab something to drink before he looked at it. With his book in his hand and
phone in his pocket, he went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a cup, filling
it with some ice and water. Sans casually sipped it as he grabbed his phone,
pulling up the message. His face flustered with anger as he read it, “omg liek
who dick dat?”
“What,” Sans saw that there was an attachment. Sans regretted downloading the
pictures instantly.
He begged Papyrus not to take those pictures. And Papyrus said that it would be
fine. He trusted him. Why the hell would he do that? Why would he send those
pictures out to everybody? No wonder somebody wrote that shit on his desk. No
wonder those girls were harassing him. Papyrus sent out those pictures to
everybody in the school. He fucking outed him to the entire world. Sans felt
himself sink onto the floor, crying harshly.
He grabbed his phone and called Papyrus. One ring. He really wanted him to pick
up. Two rings. He was just waiting for the third ring. He never picked up
within the first two rings. Three rings. He needed to pick up now. Four rings.
Maybe he had his phone on silent. Five rings-
“Sans!” Papyrus sounded flustered.
“Fuck you. I don’t want you here. You’re a fucking asshole I fucking trusted
you!” Sans was crying hard as he spoke.
“Sans, what the hell happened?”
“Like you don’t fucking know?! I told you not to take those pictures! I begged
you! But you wouldn’t listen. And now the whole school knows my secret! Fuck
you!”
“Sans I didn’t send those pics out somebody took my phone.”
“You should have listened to me!” Sans was shouting, his soul in pain.
“Look, I’ll get it sorted out.”
“How are you going to do that?”
Papyrus was silent.
“Leave me alone. Don’t come here.” Sans hung up.
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Papyrus looked at his phone as the dial tone rung. “Shit!” It was
understandable that Sans was mad and upset about this. He would be too if it
was him but what could he do? He couldn’t make the pictures just disappear. So
instead he continued to Sans house: if anything he could at least try to
apologize or something. He couldn’t live with himself if Sans really hated him.
———-
Sans sat on the floor still teary eyed as he looked at the pictures “Damn you
Papyrus… damn you!” He threw the phone down hard breaking it.
Sans thought about all the times he and Papyrus were together. Of how they had
held each other and how many times he heard Papyrus tell him how much he loved
him. Sans always knew it was too good to be true, to finally have it easy in
life. Yea… like he had ever had it easy.
Sans felt himself get up off the ground. He was so out of it like his body was
on auto pilot. He headed upstairs and took off his slippers, crawling into bed
and pulling the blankets over his shaking body.
He felt the tears run down his face. He hoped that maybe if he just slept it
would be fine. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off as he thought of
Papyrus.
———-
Papyrus stood outside of Sans house panting as he had started running there a
while down the road. He saw all the lights were off but the window was still
cracked open just how Sans would always leave it. He hoped Sans left it that
way unless he forgot to close it.
He crawled up the tree near the window and easily reached over and climbed in
to see Sans lying in bed the covers over him and a tear stained pillow under
his head. Papyrus sighed; he really fucked up this time.
He sat at the desk across the room from the bed and took out a cig. He watched
the little skeleton sleep as he began to smoke and thought of how Sans would
always nag him about smoking “Heh I can’t believe I’m such an idiot.” Just as
he said this he looked over to see the small skeleton start to rise from bed
“Shit”.
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Sans began to stir as he smelled something off. It was smoke. Cigarette smoke.
He got up slightly groggy from his sleep. He looked up and saw Papyrus in his
room, a cigarette in his hand staring at him. His face flushed with anger as he
quickly jumped out of his bed.
“I told you to leave me alone! You fucking ruined my life!”
“Sans, I wanted to apologize.” Papyrus was pleading with him as he snuffed out
his cigarette.
“Apology not accepted.” Sans snapped back at him.
“Sans, I promise you, I didn’t send out those pictures.” Papyrus was trying to
calm Sans down.
It killed Papyrus on the inside seeing Sans this upset. It killed him, even
more, knowing that it was his fault for Sans being in this situation. Papyrus
was trying to hold Sans in an attempt to still him. Sans only pushed him away,
tears flowing from his sockets.
“Sans.” Papyrus was pleading.
“No, Papyrus.” He was sobbing.
“Sans, please, let me talk.”
“Why? So you can take more pictures and send them to everybody? How bout I do
you one better? Take a video and post it online!” Sans was screaming, clutching
his chest.
“Sans, I wouldn’t ever do that.”
“Papyrus I told you to fucking delete those pictures!” Sans continued to sob.
“I begged you and you wouldn’t. You said it was just for your personal
collection.”
“Sans, I’m so sorry. But please, believe me, if I had known that something like
this would have happened, I wouldn’t have ever taken them.” Papyrus was finally
able to hold Sans.
Sans let out a pained cry as he finally hugged Papyrus back. Something inside
him said that Papyrus wasn’t lying. Even though his soul was heavy with grief.
He felt Papyrus press his teeth against his softly, Sans let out a small moan
as he held him close.
“To make it right, I’ll come out of the closet too,” Papyrus whispered in
between their kisses.
“No, you don’t want to do that.” Sans moaned as he began to motion Papyrus to
his bed.
“Why?”
“People are major assholes.”
“I’ll kick their ass if they try to write on my desk,” Papyrus smirked as she
started to tug at Sans’ shirt.
“After you left, some girls jumped me. One of them kissed me.” Sans blushed as
he looked up at Papyrus.
“Wait, what?” Papyrus stopped tugging at Sans’ shirt, hovering over him.
“Yeah, and when I left the school, they drove off and threw a nice cream at
me.”
“I’m sorry, Sans.” Papyrus sighed, “You know, if I was with you, they wouldn’t
have tried.”
“Yeah,” Sans sighed as he looked at the ceiling.
Papyrus held Sans’ hand, kissing it tenderly as he started caressing Sans. Sans
let out a soft moan as he began to feel Papyrus lean onto his body. The
pressure over him was nice. It was strange as it made him feel safe, almost as
if nothing could hurt him. Sans started pulling at Papyrus’s school uniform,
almost as if he was begging for Papyrus to take it off. The taller skeleton
smiled as he quickly removed the jacket and shirt. Sans sighed as he started
rubbing the taller skeleton’s rib cage, a small smile plastered on his face.
Papyrus pulled down Sans’ sweat pants down enough to reveal Sans had created an
opening for him.
Papyrus unzipped his school pants, revealing his member. Papyrus took hold of
his orange ecto cock pressing it gingerly at Sans’ opening. He looked into
Sans’ eyes. They were lust filled with a tint of sorrow. Papyrus knew he fucked
up. And he was determined to find out who took the pictures from his phone. It
was the least he could to for Sans.
Sans let out a low huff as he felt his hips move onto Papyrus’s erection.
Papyrus let out a low moan before he felt the head of his penis enter Sans.
Sans let out a sweet moan as he felt Papyrus go inside him deeper. Even though
Sans knew that sex was what got him in this mess, but at the moment he didn’t
care. He just wanted to feel something other than shame because of those
pictures.
Papyrus could feel Sans tighten around him as he went in deeper. “Oh Sans~” he
could tell Sans was embarrassed by how he tried to hide his face “Let me see
you Sans”, he pulled slowly at his hands, uncovering his face that was flushed
a dark blue. “P-Papy~” This sent a shiver down Papyrus’s spine making him
thrust quicker into Sans.
Sans could feel his face growing warmer and warmer as the taller skeleton
continued to thrust into him “P-Papy!” He couldn’t control the moans escaping
his mouth as he grabbed onto the bed sheets while feeling Papyrus going even
further into him. “I-Im g-g-gonna ahhh!”.
Papyrus smirked at the smaller skeleton as he grabbed his hips, going in as
deep as he could as he heard the little skeleton cry out in pleasure. He could
feel him tighten even more around him, “You came so soon, Sans.” Sans head was
reeling at this point but the only thing he could focus on was the pleasure
shooting through his body. Papyrus continued to thrust gaining speed with each
one. Sans felt the pleasure become sharp and it was now shooting through him
with each thrust causing him to voice his thrill.
Papyrus could feel himself building.
“S-shit I’m a-almo-,” he was interrupted by the small skeletons' teeth meeting
his in a hot lustful kiss. Finally, Papyrus couldn’t hold it any longer and
came filling the small skeleton up. “W-wow tha-that’s a lot.” Sans felt the
pleasure and numbness starting to fade after a few moment as he panted.
Papyrus blushed at the comment and removed himself from him making him shiver a
little. “S-sorry I got really worked up.”
Sans blushed sitting up “W-we should get ourselves cleaned u-up.”
Papyrus agreed but before Sans could leave for the bathroom he grabbed his arm
and turned him and gave him a passionate kiss, Sans becoming flustered again
and quickly covered his face. “P-Papy…” Papyrus smiled and let him go to the
restroom finally, he took out another cig. Thinking to himself ‘now who the
fuck do I have to kill for sending those pictures?’
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Some more sweet at home sexy times of our boys, and a very unexpected
     contact! Again written between giogiostar and alltahshipping!!
Papyrus sighed as he finished is the cigarette, getting up slowly for
downstairs. He wasn’t going to take a shower yet, figuring that he would give
Sans some private time to help gather his thoughts. He really needed to figure
out who had it in for him or Sans. Papyrus didn’t care at this point what the
reason was. He already knew that he was going to come out. Even if it meant
that he had to do it tonight in front of everybody. He was always invited to
the big parties in school. He originally wasn’t going to go. Not because he
didn’t want to, but because he wanted to just do what Sans wanted to do. Which
would have just been watching a lame straight to video movie with very bad
special effects and even worse acting, snuggle up in a blanket and have a
really hot make-out session that most of the time ended up with Sans sprawled
on the couch getting pounded senselessly. But whenever they went to a party
that somebody in school threw, Sans would always get stiff. He would act like a
cat avoiding a bath as he constantly searched for a way out. Sans just wasn’t
the most social person.
Papyrus sighed. He was on the fence about seeing if maybe they should go to the
party. All Papyrus would have to do is just kiss Sans in front of everybody,
but he also knew that Sans was not the kind who wanted to show affection in
public. And he doubted that he was even less likely to do so now with his
sexuality out of the bag. Papyrus looked at the floor and frowned. Sans’ phone
was smashed to bits. Paps figured it must have been because of the photos.
He pulled out his phone and went to his gallery. He sighed as he scrolled down
to the original photos. The first one was of Sans looking up at the camera his
tongue lulled out slightly as he gave soft little licks on his cock. Papyrus
swiped to the next one, Sans had his dick in fully. Papyrus blushed a slight
orange as he remembered how he went crazy fucking Sans’ face when he finally
was able to overcome his gag reflex. The final picture was Papyrus’s favorite.
Sans face was covered in his cum, one of his eyes closed as cum dripped slowly
out of his face and mouth. Papyrus pressed his finger on one of the pictures
until the option to select and delete appeared. He pressed the other two photos
and pressed the trash can option.
This was something he should have done a long time ago. Those pictures were not
worth the pain that caused Sans. Even if he liked them. Papyrus jumped a little
as he felt somebody wrap their arms around his waist. He quickly looked and
smiled, Sans had his face on pressed against him.
“I was thinking, maybe we can go to this party toge-”
“No, I don’t want to go.” Sans looked up at him anxiety plastered on his face.
“Alright, we won’t go.” Papyrus smiled sweetly, “You sit down and watch some
television, I’m going to make some food.”
“No, you aren’t. Your cooking is just as bad as your grades.” Sans laughed.
“I’m hurt. The Great Papyrus makes excellent spaghetti.” Papyrus laughed as he
began kissing Sans playfully.
“Okay, fine, make your pasta. It’s actually not that bad.” smiled as he started
kissing him again.
Papyrus let out a small groan as they started for the sofa, Papyrus felt his
hips instinctively grinding on Sans. Sans let out a soft moan as they knew they
were at it again. Sans moaned as he started to take off his sweat pants.
Papyrus continued to grind onto the smaller skeleton. If Sans wanted this, he
was willing to do it. Even if he had to call his old man and lie saying that he
was here because Sans was tutoring him. His father didn’t have an issue with
that most of the time since he knew that Sans was a straight A student, and his
grades actually did start going up when Sans started tutoring him. It was how
they started their secret relationship.
Once Sans had his sweat pants lowered enough, he swiftly started to undo
Papyrus’s pants. Sans smiled as he started teasing the taller skeleton, smiling
when he began rubbing the orange ecto dick. Papyrus lost it as he quickly
thrust into Sans causing both to let out a moan. Sans moans rose in pitch as he
began to clutch on the couch cushions, trying to find something to keep his
mind from floating away.
“Ah-ha Pappy!” Sans cried out Papyrus’s name as he felt him go deep inside him.
Papyrus let out a low groan as he felt Sans wrap his legs around his waist. It
was driving him wild. He felt his hips thrust haphazardly into Sans. With a
sudden slick pop, Pap’s dick came out causing Sans let out a small whimper
while Papyrus rolled him onto his stomach, positioning his hips up in the air
before he thrust inside him again. Sans started crying out his name. To
Papyrus, it felt like his name was being chanted by him. How he felt like he
was going to lose himself in Sans. He wanted to make him forget about the
photos even if it was for a fleeting moment. He wanted to make Sans cry out his
name to the point where Sans wouldn’t be able to speak for the rest of the day.
He wanted to fuck him until Sans wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month.
He just wanted Sans to feel so much pleasure that the photos wouldn’t matter.
He wanted him to know that everything would be okay. He would make sure of it,
even if he had to through hell and back. If it was for Sans he would.
It pissed him off that somebody would do this to Sans. Sans was a really good
guy at heart. His smile was able to make a dull afternoon bright. Sans was the
kind of guy who would give the shirt off his back to a complete stranger if
they truly needed it. So the person who took those photos from his phone and
sent them to everybody was scum in Papyrus’s eyes. And scum belonged in the
garbage.
Sans let out a hoarse moan as Papyrus unconsciously started fucking Sans harder
due to his own anger at whoever sent those pictures out to the world. Papyrus
felt himself cum hard when Sans came, blue covering the white sofa. Sans felt
his body collapse onto the couch, a twitching mess. Papyrus carefully got off
Sans, kissing him softly on the top of his skull.
“Rest up, Sans. I’ll make something to eat.” Papyrus whispered as he started
for the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sans laid on the couch looking up at the ceiling ‘Crap what am I going to do
about all this mess on the couch?’ but the better question was what was he
going to do about all the mess with his own life. He sat up to look into the
kitchen where Papyrus cooked diligently on the pasta making Sans smile until he
started to wonder what he was going to do again.
‘I…this isn’t right I’m making Papy confess and protect me like I’m a child. I
don’t want to make his life miserable like mine.’ Sans sat there with a frown
on his face thinking of what he should do.
Papyrus made his pasta while focusing intently as he thought of the whole night
‘Man what a mess. When did my life start getting so crazy… yet I wouldn’t
change for anything.’ Papyrus looked back to see Sans looking down frowning.
“Sans?” Sans didn’t say anything for a while. “Saaaans” he finally looked up
and smiled. “Sorry Papy I was zoning on you” Sans stood making sure his clothes
were on all the way and came to the kitchen.
“You ok Sans you seem out of it?” Sans smiled up at him “I’m fine really.”
Papyrus didn’t believe him for a moment.
After a while dinner was ready, they sat at the dining table, Sans began to eat
while Papyrus looked around to see Sans broken phone. “Sans, what happened to
your phone?” Sans looked down at the pasta. “I um got a little mad.” Papyrus
sighed “Guess I didn’t help with that.” Sans looked up at him quickly “N-no I
just…I got the wrong idea... I should have believed you when you said you
didn’t do it.”
Just as Sans said this Papyrus’s phone began to ring “Shit that maybe my old
man.” When Papyrus answered the phone there was a long silence. “Hello?” After
a minute someone finally answered “You want these pictures back and your little
boyfriend to be safe meet us at the abandoned hospital near south…alone.”
Without another word hung up “HEY! Bastards!” Sans looked at him concerned “Who
was it?” Papyrus sighed, “No one…I have to go.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Papy, I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re staying here,” Papyrus spoke sternly.
“No, that call was important, tell me who was it,” Sans spoke just as serious
as Papyrus.
The tall skeleton sighed in frustration. He really didn’t want Sans to get
involved, especially when it was his fault for getting the smaller skeleton in
such a messed up situation. But he knew when Sans had something set in his
mind, he wasn’t going to budge unless if somebody threw logic in his face. And
Papyrus knew that he wasn’t the kind of monster that was good with that kind of
stuff.
“I think whoever called me just now was the ones that texted the pics to
everybody,” Papyrus stated.
“Then it’s settled, I’m going. I want to know why they would do this.”
“Sans, it’s dangerous.”
“No, it’s stupid especially if I stay here alone. I don’t have a phone, like at
all.” Sans muttered.
“You don’t need a phone, Sans. Just keep the doors locked.”
“Paps, doors break down. I don’t feel comfortable being here alone. So, either
I’m going with you, or you’re taking me to your place and chill out.” Sans
muttered.
He knew very well that Papyrus was not going to agree with him staying in his
house, especially since Papyrus didn’t get along too well with his father.
Papyrus groaned out in frustration as he agreed. He hated it when Sans threw
his intelligence in his face. But right now, Papyrus needed to make sure that
Sans was safe and sound. So if it meant that he needed to take Sans with him,
then what choice did he have?
Papyrus let out a groan of frustration as he went upstairs to grab his jacket
and a hoodie for Sans. Papyrus threw on clothes quickly and started looking
through Sans’ closet, finding a blue hoodie. He took it out of the hanger and
headed downstairs tossing the hoodie lightly at Sans.
“Put it on, I don’t want you getting sick.” Papyrus smiled warmly.
Sans put on the hoodie quickly, he went to the kitchen and grabbed some keys.
Both Sans and Papyrus left the house and Sans locked up, stating, “We’re taking
my car. Here, you know where we’re going.”
Sans tossed his car keys at Papyrus as he made sure that everything was closed.
From what he could tell, everything was fine. Sans quickly rushed to the car
and got in the passenger seat, Papyrus in the driver seat. The tall skeleton
adjusted the seat and turned on the car, and he was zooming off to the
abandoned hospital. He didn’t want to miss the assholes that sent those
pictures out. He wanted to catch the assholes over at the abandoned hospital
and beat the living shit out of them.
Sans held Paps hand while Papyrus drove. Sans blushed because he knew that
Papyrus was doing this for him. He felt stupid being so weak that this was the
only thing he could do. And Paps was going to risk his safety to keep him
happy.
“I love you,” Sans whispered.
Papyrus choked out a little, surprised at what Sans had just said. He never
said that before. He never said I love you. In any other moment, Papyrus would
have felt his soul float out of him. But right now, he felt his soul sink.
Almost as if Sans was saying out of obligation.
“I love you too, and Sans,“ Papyrus smiled, “Save it for when I kick their
ass.” Papyrus fed the car more gas.
~
Papyrus parked the car at the abandoned hospital. He looked at Sans worry
plastered over his face. They told him that he had to go alone. But Sans
wouldn’t hear of it. He needed to keep his cool as he looked at Sans.
“Please, stay in the car. Don’t come out for whatever reason. They wanted me
here alone.” Papyrus whispered as he handed Sans his cell phone. “If something
happens, I want you to call the police.”
“Pappy.” Sans whispered as he hugged him, “Don’t go alone.”
Papyrus gave Sans a soft kiss on his teeth, “I’ll be fine. I’m just being
cautious.”
And with that, Papyrus got out of the car. He walked to the front, trying to
keep himself from exploding in anger. If they wanted to fuck around with him,
there was a better way. But involving Sans in this was where he drew the line.
But if they were after Sans, then they fucked up because they messed with
Papyrus in doing so.
Papyrus waited in front of the abandoned hospital. He saw the car from where he
was. So he knew that Sans was safe. He ignored the cold, too concentrated in
making sure that he could see anybody who would show up. Papyrus grabbed his
pack of cigs, pulling out the cancer stick along with a lighter and lit it up.
He needed to calm his nerves. This was just getting too much. He knew that he
had been waiting for fifteen minutes. It took him thirty minutes to even get
there. And they told him to be here as soon as possible.
Papyrus flicked his cigarette on the ground when it was done, this wasn’t
looking good. He heard a car door slam, his head shot towards the direction. It
was Sans. He let out a sigh as he walked over to Sans. He didn’t want him out
of the car in case they did show up.
“Paps, they aren’t coming. I think they just wanted you out of the house.” Sans
muttered.
“Why?” Papyrus asked.
“I don’t know. Probably to beat me up or rob my place? Or they just wanted to
scare the shit out of us.” Sans muttered. “But let’s get back; I don’t know how
the house is going to look like when we get back.”
“Yeah. Oh, Sans, can I see my phone?” Papyrus asked suddenly.
“Yeah, here.” Sans handed the phone back to the tall skeleton.
Papyrus quickly called his father, voice mail. Dumb ass was probably passed the
fuck out. “Hey, I’m spending the weekend over at a friend’s. I’ll get some
clothes tomorrow morning.”
Sans blushed brightly at Papyrus suddenly inviting himself to his home for the
weekend. He wasn’t mad about it, a weekend with Papyrus in his bed, or on his
couch, or on the floor, or on every square inch of that house was just going to
be an extremely hot weekend. It was almost as if the gods themselves were
smiling favor upon him for giving him such a shit time.
“Let’s go home.” Paps smiled as he opened the door for Sans, he really needed
to get back to Sans’ house and see if it was a good idea to take him along.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone! I'm sorry for this being 2-3 days behind. I had to work
     all 4 jobs on Thursday and Friday was 3 out of 4, then Saturday I was
     doing editing while at the only job I had during the slow periods
     (not very many). I plan on getting 2 done today and I've already
     started on the second one for today so yay!! Remember each Chapter I
     edit between 3 and 4 posts from the trail which is between 2k-3k
     words per chapter.
Papyrus sighed on the way home they had stopped for a short bathroom break.
Sans was asleep in the seat next to him and as he drove he thoughts went back
to the call trying to place the voice, but it was obvious that the voice was
fake, like they used something to mask their real voice. It still sounded
somewhat familiar.
Papyrus pulled into the driveway; he stepped out and went over to the passenger
side door picking Sans up out of the seat and carried him into the house.
Papyrus used the key to unlock the door, entered, and looked around not seeing
anything trashed or even moved. This made him sigh with relief as he headed
upstairs and set Sans in the bed kissing his forehead. “I’ll be right back,”
Papyrus went down stairs and began to clean up from dinner and wash the dishes.
Just as he was about to put up the dishes he heard his phone ring. He picked it
up answering “ Who is this and what do you want?” The voice over the phone
laughed a bit and sighed “Didn’t I tell you to come alone? I saw you with your
little boyfriend.” Papyrus could feel the rage start to build up in him “Look I
don’t know what sick kick your getting out of this but if you keep doing this I
promise you that I will make your life hell.” The voice laughed again and
before Papyrus could say anything the voice hung up.
Papyrus sat at the kitchen table looking at the time it was about 1 am. He knew
it was late and he was more than exhausted but these sick freaks weren’t gonna
quit unless someone made them. Just then he got a message from an unknown
number but once he opened the attachment his heart almost jumped from his rib
cage. It was a picture of Sans asleep upstairs and without hesitation he ran
upstairs and looked out the window but no one was there. He looked over at Sans
still sleeping peacefully. There was no way Papyrus would sleep tonight so he
sat in the chair across the room from Sans and sighed. “I’ll just watch him all
night he will be fine in the morning” with that thought in mind Papyrus sat
back and relaxed but still stayed stiff at the thought someone was watching
them at every move.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus sat up on the bed, holding Sans close to him. Somebody was in the house
and he had no idea how they even got in, let alone how they even got in and out
of Sans room. Suddenly, the screen on San’s computer turned on. That startled
Papyrus as he got a little closer to it. He moved the mouse to see that it
wasn’t accepting it. He tried to type in the task manager command since that
was the only thing that seemed to work for him, nothing.
Suddenly, the mouse arrow on the screen started moving, Papyrus was a little
surprised as it hovered over a notepad icon. It double clicked and opened,
words started being typed without his command.
GRAB YOUR PHONE FROM DOWNSTAIRS… WE AREN’T DONE. IF YOU WANT YOUR LOSER TRASHY
BOY TOY TO LIVE YOU WILL DO EXACTLY AS I SAY.
Papyrus face drained of color. This person was a sick fuck. They were hiding
behind a fucking computer. But he didn’t know how they managed to get a decent
picture of Sans. For the first time, Papyrus felt defeated. He slowly walked
downstairs, and grabbed his phone, seeing that he had a few texts from unknown
numbers.
TEXT BACK ONCE YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE.
YOU’RE A DUMB ASS, YOU KNOW THAT. I’M NOT GOING TO STAY IN THE HOUSE WHEN BOTH
OF YOU ARE IN THERE. YOU’RE A FUCKING IDIOT…
Suddenly, he got a new message from a different number, but he knew it was the
hackers.
I SEE YOU :”)
Papyrus shoved his phone in pocket in disgust as he rushed back to Sans’ room.
There was no way he could tell Sans his computer was hacked by the person who
sent out his pics to the school. He was already stressed out about how shit was
going to turn out for him when Monday rolled around. By then, EVERYBODY was
going to get those photos and everybody was going to know that Sans was as gay
as gay comes. Papyrus kissed Sans on his forehead. He had a feeling that this
hacker was the one that took the pics, and he was scared that they were going
to force him to do things that Sans was clearly not going to be comfortable
with.
Papyrus felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He dug it out and saw it was from
the prick that caused this mess in Sans life.
I HAVE VIDEO OF YOUR BOYFRIEND A GOOD TIME. WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR MAKING HIM
MESS UP THAT COUCH.
Another text appeared.
I’M GOING TO BED. IT’S LATE. I’LL FUCK WITH YOU LOSERS LATER. NIGHT ;”P
Papyrus deleted all the messages they sent him. He noticed that he was already
getting a few texts from class mates of the pictures he took of Sans. Papyrus
just wanted to kick himself. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Those pictures
were just meant to stay on his phone so whenever he couldn’t see Sans, he could
rub one off. They weren’t supposed to be for the school to see him like that.
And with how this hacker was going on, it was clear that they had an issue with
Papyrus more than Sans. And with those pics, they figured out that Sans was
probably the best way to get at him. Papyrus knew that he HAD to keep a clear
mind and not rush into his anger. If he let his temper get the better of him,
then Sans life was going to be more ruined than either could imagine. And that
was the last thing he wanted.
Papyrus held Sans closer to his body. For the first time in his life, Papyrus
felt so much determination. Determination to find dirt on his new hacker
“friend” and making sure that his boyfriend didn’t know that there was some
asshole that recorded them and was threatening to post it online.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Morning came around soon enough without intention Papyrus had fallen asleep
holding Sans so when Sans woke it was no surprise the taller one was in bed
next to him. “Nnn? Papy?” Sans smiled sitting up, he could tell just by how
heavy he was sleeping that he was probably up late worrying about everything.
Sans got up out of bed and stretched a bit “For everything I slept really
well.” He headed downstairs to see that the dinner had been cleaned up from
last night “Oh Papy must have cleaned it.” Sans went to the couch blushing
“Geez I need to clean this”. Sans went and got a rag heading over and using
some cleaner to remove the spot, Sans sat down next to where it was and
blushed.
Sans thought back to how he told Papyrus that he loved him making his whole
face a deep blue “I mean I-I really do” then the thought of Papyrus touching
him and kissing him came to mind. Sans thought of how Papyrus would touch him
running his hands down his ribs to his hips to rub his pelvis softly sometimes
he would touch his soul which was sensitive.
Sans looked down noticing he had already summoned an ecto-dick, he blushed
reaching into his pants touching the throbbing member “Ah!~” he began to stroke
himself as he reached under his shirt pulling out his soul, he began to lick it
“AH~” he placed the soul in his mouth sucking on it as he continued to stroke
himself the speed picking up the more he sucked on his soul “Mmmm!~” he could
feel himself getting closer and closer. Without warning his soul exploded with
the warm soul juice making him become overly sensitive “NNNMMPH!~” letting out
a final moan he came all of it landing to the floor with a splat.
Sans panted putting his soul back “G-geez..” he got up using the rag to clean
up the mess he had made on the floor, as he looked down he could tell he
covered himself in his soul juice “Well better go clean up” Sans headed
upstairs blushing at the mess he had made.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sans sighed as he began cleaning up the mess on the floor and on the couch. He
just wanted to get it out of the way. Sans was extremely neat, he really didn’t
like having messes in his home. If only the huge mess in his life was as easy
to clean up as the messes in his home. Sans looked at the floor and sighed; his
phone was still smashed to bits. He grumbled as he began picking it up and
taking the chip from it. He figured that since it was already ten in the
morning, he may as well go to the mall real quick and get himself a new one. It
wouldn’t take him more than 20 minutes to get the phone and maybe 10 to get
back. He went upstairs quickly, and left a note for Papyrus.
As soon as he was done with it, he gave him a soft kiss before he began to look
for the car keys. He smiled seeing that Papyrus actually left them where they
belonged. He grabbed them quickly and skipped to the car. He was in a good
mood. He got laid, he slept well, and he knew that when he came back, he was
probably going to get laid again. This weekend he just wanted to forget about
the mess of the person who outed him.
Sans got in the car, muttering in annoyance that Papyrus threw his pillow in
the back and had the car seat too far from the pedals for him. Sans adjusted
the seat quickly and grabbed the big fluffy pillow and placed it for him to sit
on top of it. He found that sitting on the pillow helped him get an inch more
to see over the wheel. It was one of the issues he had to deal with being so
short. His father told him while he was alive, that he got his height from his
mother. Sans was apparently a little taller than her, based on what his father
told him. While his father was alive, he was a towering six feet. Sans barely
reached five with his shoes on.
Sans started up the car and began driving to the mall. He just wanted to go in,
go out, and come back home so he could spend time with Papyrus. Sans was
pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t any traffic at the moment, allowing him
to reach the mall in shorter time than he normally would have. He parked the
car, quickly locking it up, and briskly walked inside. He went straight to his
cell phone carrier and started looking at phones. It was a simple flip phone
that he was starting to regret throwing at the wall. His father bought it for
him about a week before he started high school. Sans had been begging for a
phone since he was in intermediate school and so when his father finally gave
in and bought him the phone, he was so excited. He didn’t care if it was a flip
phone. It was a phone that had a camera, Bluetooth, calling and texting. That
was all he wanted.
Sans found a phone, it looked really similar to Papyrus’s. He didn’t want for
them to mix it up, so his face brightened as he saw some cell phone charms.
Since he was fucking outed, may as well at least indulge in it and get the most
feminine charm he could find. He ended up buying five. They were light pink and
light blue with stars and hearts. He liked it. He just wanted to enjoy the
purchase before his classmates made him regret it.
He got help by one of the employees and was able to turn the phone on. He
smiled as he texted Papyrus that he got a new phone and he was heading home. He
decided to change his number because he didn’t want anybody at least harassing
him on the phone.
Sans stuffed his phone in his pants quickly and drove home, his phone ringing
nonstop until he got home. Papyrus was sitting outside with a few used
cigarettes around him. He looked like he had just lit up another one.
“Where were you?” Papyrus looked worried.
“I left a note. I got a phone.” Sans smiled as he pulled it out.
Papyrus looked at the huge cluster of pink and blue and laughed. At least he
was happy with it, Papyrus was thinking to himself. As long as Sans was happy,
he was happy. That was the most important thing.
“I decided that since you got outed, I’ll out myself.” Papyrus sighed.
“No. Don’t. I’m not mad about it. Or at least, I’m not mad at you because of
it.”
“I want to, though. I don’t want you dealing with this alone.” Papyrus pleaded.
For Sans, that look was painful. He almost couldn’t resist. But he didn’t want
Papyrus to risk everything. He knew that Papyrus had a very good shot at going
to college now with sports. And if he came out of the closet, he didn’t want
Papyrus to lose that opportunity. Sans couldn’t live with himself.
“Sans, it’s the only way I can make it up to you.”
“No. I’m not going to be the reason if shit hits the fan. If you want to come
out, come out after you have your scholarship and you are in college long
enough.”
“You know, before I started dating you, I never thought I would ever go to
college. I thought I would end up dropping out.” Papyrus laughed. “Like half my
family.”
“You know, before I started tutoring you, I was too anal about admitting that I
was gay.” Sans smiled as he sat down next to him, resting his head on Papyrus’s
arm.
“You’re still anal.”
“You’re still an idiot.”
“And that’s why we’re meant for each other.” Papyrus laughed.
“I love you Pap.”
“I love you too, Sansy.”
They both sat like this for a while. Sans just felt so much in peace with
Papyrus. He was right now his anchor in this crazy time. He knew that so long
as Papyrus was there for him, everything would work out fine in the end. As
much as he liked teasing him, Sans really did love him. He lost his virginity
to him. He had his first kiss. He was his first real friend. Papyrus was his
first for almost everything.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Notes
     YES!! Second chapter for the night! I'm staying up a little longer
     than I should, but I wanted to keep my promise to get two done today!
     Things are going crazy in this next chapter! Alphys is now involved,
     and what does the hacker have in store for our skeleton couple?
Papyrus was glad Sans was happy and back home safe he was worried that maybe
that creep from before had done something. Sans could tell Papyrus was a little
stressed out. “So why were you so worried? I-I don’t think these people would
be dumb enough to do something in broad daylight right?” Sans did have a point:
he was always really logical in these kind of situations.
After a while of sitting and talking with Sans Papyrus decided it was time to
head out and start getting some information, “Sans I got to go get my clothes I
will be back shortly ok?” Sans nodded and locked the door behind Papyrus like
he asked him to do.
Papyrus didn’t like lying to Sans but he wasn’t in a way he did need to get
clothes he was just going to make a few stops on the way as into one of his
friends, Undyne was the first on his list to talk to she knew a lot of people
including those who would want to hurt Sans.
He knocked on her door with no answer. He had hoped she was home. He knocked
again and was answered with a grumpy groan “Papyrus? I don’t have time for
video games today. I have like a Mountain of work to do.” Papyrus welcomed
himself in and sat on her couch.
“I’m not here for that. I’m here to talk about Sans.” Undyne thought for a
minute then grinned “Oh yea is it about the pictures? I got those yesterday I
didn’t think he had it in him.” Papyrus glared at her in which she quickly shut
her mouth “Look I need to know of anyone that would have a beef with me or
Sans?” Undyne thought for a moment then sighed, “I need more than that to go
off of Pap” Papyrus thought for a moment then added “someone who is good with
computers like hacking and stuff” Undyne thought again putting her finger to
her temple “well…I can only really think of one person then…” Papyrus sat up
“Who?” Undyne sighed and pointed to a picture sitting on her table “Alphys.”
Papyrus seemed confused “What does she have against us?” Undyne thought for a
moment “Well she is really jealous of Sans since he’s the top nerd in the whole
school plus he got some scholarship she had been working on for months for. She
was pissed about it and wouldn’t shut up for a week she swore she would get
back at him for doing that to her…Don’t tell her I told you or your dead
Bones!” Papyrus agreed to not say a word about it and with that he left.
He knew where he had to go now. Alphys’s Home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus grinned as he drove off from Undyne. He was heading over to Alphys
home. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he needed to
be smart about it. If he went there trying to tear a new asshole at her, Undyne
was going to return the favor. And he loved that crazy too much to put his
friendship with Undyne at risk. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
He desperately wanted to just drive there. But he needed to think smart about
this, for Sans’ sake.
Papyrus turned the car around and started for his place. He was going to go get
his clothes. He didn’t want to piss off his old man by parking Sans’ car in
front of the house. More for two reasons; the first it being a nice car and the
second his place wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods.
After he parked the car a few blocks off of where he lived, he started walking.
He remembered playing here so much, days where he would just laze around to
times where he would pick fights with the bigger kids. Sometimes he would get
his ass handed and other times he was able to beat up the older kids.
As he walked, he saw an old childhood rival. He spat on the ground as he got
closer to at them.
Chara had a twin sister that didn’t talk that much. It was strange; when they
were younger Papyrus thought that they were both girls. It was only when they
were in high school and both made it into the soccer team that Papyrus finally
discovered that they were a guy. Papyrus ended up making a huge scene and Chara
ended up quitting the team because of the drama it caused. Papyrus always felt
bad about it, but Chara would always chastise him.
“Long time no see.”
“Get lost, loser.” Chara spoke darkly.
“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed again?”
“Fuck off, I'm not in the mood to deal with your stupid ass.” Chara shoved
Papyrus out of the way.
Papyrus watched as the angry teen walked off in a random direction. Any other
day, he was going to beat the crap out of somebody for even acting like that
with him. But right now, he was on a mission. He needed his clothes and to get
back to Sans before anything bad happened to him. He saw his house and started
booking it. He opened the door and was hit with the strong smell of a drunken
stupor. He saw his father was passed out in the floor with the TV on, sleeping
in a poor of cheap beer and vomit.
Papyrus knew the drill; if his father was like this, he needed to get his shit
and leave while making the least amount of noise as possible. If Papyrus woke
him up accidentally, he knew he was going to get his ass beat. And he didn’t
want to risk messing up Sans’s day. He looked so happy when he showed him his
new phone with the tone of charms that hung off it. He was starting to open up
to him. Something Papyrus never thought would happen. The only thing that would
have made it better was if those pictures were never leaked. He felt terrible
about the situation. But he now had a good lead on who it could have been.
Alphys. She had a reason to want to get back at him. Like Undyne stated, Alphys
was mad about the whole losing the scholarship to Sans. It didn’t help that
Sans was always at the top of the class. Sans always took Alphys as friendly
competition while it was clear by others that she really wanted to best him.
She, like Undyne, had that competitive glare. And he knew that when Undyne was
in that kind of moment, she would do just about anything to have the higher
edge.
Papyrus shoved his extra clothes in his backpack and started out. His place was
way different that Sans. His house only had one floor while Sans had two. His
house looked like a bunch of bums lived in it. Sans looked like a family lived
in his. Their homes were just like them, opposites.
Papyrus’s soul was light. He was going to be with Sans soon. They were going to
enjoy the day together being lazy and enjoying life. Today was going to be the
day that they acted as if nothing had ever happened. The pictures never
existed. Sans would pretend to still be in the closet. And there was no hacker
trying to get as much shit on Sans to fuck his life over more than what they
already have.
As soon as Sans’ house became visible. Papyrus’s soul dropped. The door was
violently opened. He jumped out of the car, not even bothering to turn it off.
He had never been more scared in his life. He was yelling for Sans. For the
first time in years, he could feel tears threatening to escape him.
“Sans… where are you? Damn it, Sans, this isn’t fucking funny? Come out!”
The entire house was trashed from what he saw. There were broken dishes and
glass everywhere. Some of the furniture was already trashed. Papyrus couldn’t
even see the floor with how much destruction was on it. The tall skeleton
jetted up the stairs, praying that he would be able to find Sans. Papyrus
opened Sans’ room to see that clothes were either torn and or thrown on the
ground, his mattress was flipped off its box spring. Papyrus froze when he saw
Sans’ walls. They resembled his desk. Very crude drawing of dicks along with
words like fag, homo, and queer littered the walls. He wished that those were
the only disturbing things that were written or drawn. He saw written in the
walls death threats and taunts.
“Sans.” Papyrus was getting even more scared.
Suddenly he heard a small groan, Sans was pinned by the mattress. Sans looked
terrible. He had magic leaking from one of his eye sockets. His bones were
either bruised or there was a crack. Papyrus was so thankful that he didn’t go
to Alphys at that moment. If he did, who knows how much longer Sans would have
been stuck there. The mattress was pinned down on his chest, making it
extremely difficult for him to even breathe. Papyrus held Sans close to him. He
felt like the worst boyfriend in the world. How the hell could he protect Sans
when it seemed to be that all he was doing was making a fool out of himself.
“I’m sorry, Sans. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left here alone. I’m so
sorry.”
“I didn’t see them. They got here almost when you left.” Sans groaned.
“Sans, I’m so sorry, I should have been here.” Papyrus was crying.
“It’s okay, Papy. I’m alive. A bit bruised. But I’m fine.” Sans was cracking a
smile. “Besides, an idiot like you doesn’t look good crying.”
Papyrus started laughing through his tears. Sans was trying to comfort him when
he needed it more. “Don’t take my line, you giant nerd.”
Papyrus held Sans closer to his own body. He needed to stop reacting without
any fear of thought. This could have easily turned bad for Sans. He needed to
do this in a more logical way and not let his feelings get in the way.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t like Sans. He couldn’t just turn off his emotions and
be calculating. He was going to need help. He needed Mettaton and Undyne. He
needed them to help him figure out who was responsible not only for the hacks
but to find out if they were connected to this bullshit right now. If it was
done by some random group, then they needed to find out who they were. He was
sure that he was going to have to return the favor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus placed a call to both Undyne and Mettaton. Of course, it didn’t take
them long to come over and unknowingly Undyne brought Alphys. After a while of
looking around, they were all shocked to see the mess and the worst part was
Sans’ own room. “I-I would never d-do this.” Alphys was nearly in tears seeing
it which lead Papyrus to square one again in all this, “So we don’t really have
any kind of leads other than there good with technology and can get around
without being spotted?” Mettaton had been nice enough to bring over some maids
to clean Sans room while he rested in his father’s old room; they were in the
kitchen which had been already cleaned. “I’m not where to start guys,” Papyrus
sighed but Undyne just smiled at him. “Don’t worry Pap we’re your friends we’ll
help you out as best we can and we will help you personally kick the crap out
of these guys!” This made Papyrus feel a lot better.
They all sat at the table thinking for a while till Alphys jumped up “W-wait!
Is the c-computer i-intact?” Papyrus stood up “Not sure why?” Alphys ran
upstairs as the others followed “What’s going on Alphys?” Undyne asked as she
and the others came into sans room which was now fully cleaned “I-I can track
the IP and find out where the m-message came from!” Finally some kind of a real
lead! Alphys began working on the computer which somehow surprisingly survived
the destructive force that went through Sans room.
It had been about an hour whoever had gotten the message there was really good
at hiding their footprints. “Any luck Alph?” Undyne asked seeming more than
bored “T-this code here m-makes no sense.” Papyrus sighed till he looked up to
see Sans in the doorway “Sans! You need to go rest your still really hurt.”
Sans smiled up at Papyrus “Well I need to try and help in some way don’t I?”
Papyrus frowned he hadn’t wanted Sans to know about the messages on the
computer and phone but if they didn’t get this code or whatever figured out
they would never get a lead. “Alright, Alphys show Sans.”
Sans read the messages going a bit pale “Why didn’t you tell me about this
Papy?” Papyrus sighed and looked down “I was trying to protect you I..I was
scared for you” Sans didn’t say anything else and began to type on the computer
going to the code that Alphys couldn’t crack “I see what they did here if I
just.” He began typing some commands into the keyboard when suddenly a list
came up “Y-you did it, Sans!” Alphys looked at the address on the screen and
was silent for a moment “um.” Papyrus came over to her looking at the address
“Is that…” he looked at everyone. “It’s down the street from here only three
houses away.” Sans thought for a moment at who lived there “I don’t know who
lives there.” Papyrus sighed “I guess we're going to go find it out then huh?”
Everyone got up and began to get their things “Sans your coming to” Sans looked
up at Papyrus “really? W-wont I just be in the way?” Papyrus smiled at him “No
way we need you and besides there is no way I’m leaving you alone now.” Sans
smiled following everyone out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sans was nervous. They were just a few more minutes away from the address. A
few more minutes away before they would reach the Hacker’s location. And this
nightmare would be over. When they reached the address, they were in shock.
Instead of seeing a house, they were met with an abandoned construction site.
“I-I-I should ha-have expected t-this.” Alphys stammered.
“What?” Papyrus asked.
“I-It was too e-easy. This w-was a pro-proxy address.”
“Alph English please?”
“It means that this is a fake address.” Sans spat out bitterly.
“What? How?” Undyne asked.
“Does it matter? This isn’t their place.” Sans kicked a pebble.
Papyrus held Sans close to him. He knew that this was getting to Sans. Even
though he was trying to play tough for everybody, Papyrus knew very well that
Sans was breaking. And that hurt him. Papyrus hated seeing the smaller skeleton
like this. If he could, he would have taken away all of his pain and endure it
himself. He rubbed his boyfriend’s back, trying to keep him grounded when
everybody’s phones went off. They pulled out the phones, each getting different
pictures of Sans either masturbating or being taken by Papyrus, although the
pictures where Papyrus was in, his identity was hidden.
Each picture came with the text, THESE ARE STILLS FROM VIDEOS. IF YOU PULL THIS
SHIT AGAIN AND TRY TO FIND ME THE WHOLE SCHOOL WILL BE WATCHING IT DURING
HOMEROOM.
Sans lost it. He just started crying hard. They had videos now of him. He felt
like his soul was shattered. This was never going to end. He was going to be
stuck in this mess forever. He just wanted to die so badly because this hacker
wanted to ruin his life. He felt humiliated. He felt like he was never going to
be happy again. Life wasn’t worth it. It didn’t matter. This person would
eventually leak the videos and he would be even more humiliated than he already
was. He was already down and this asshole was kicking him harder.
Papyrus held Sans tightly, trying to console him. But it felt like every word-
every touch of comfort was unable to reach Sans. The bright lights in his
sockets faded. This hacker broke his spirit. Papyrus was terrified for Sans.
Sans was just crying about how he just couldn’t do this anymore if the hacker
was going to destroy his life. Papyrus didn’t know what Sans meant. If he meant
that Sans just didn’t want to be with him anymore, he couldn’t live in this
town anymore, or if he just didn’t want to live. All of those scared him.
Undyne suddenly slapped Sans across the back of his head. Papyrus was about to
hit her when she spoke, “Sans, Mettaton and I gave you shit all your life and
you didn’t even show that you cared. I know that I haven’t been the nicest to
you, but I see you as a little brother that only I can pick on. You’re my best
friend’s boyfriend.” Undyne knelt down so both of them were at eye level.
“You’re a really smart guy, Sans. And I know that this is just a bump in the
road. Look, we’re here for you. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Sans hiccupped as he listened to Undyne; she was right. She and Mettaton were
always on him ever since they were little. Sans had skipped two grades when he
was younger. When they were in elementary school, they always found a way to
mess with him during recess. Everything from throwing mud into his eye socket
to putting a dead frog in his lunch box; he remembered how they even managed to
convince the entire school that he had cooties and nobody wanted to be around
him.
“Sans, we know that we haven’t been nice to you most of our lives, but we’re
not horrible people. What this hacker is doing is way out of line. And you are
our friend.” Mettaton spoke.
“Ye-yeah. Even t-though you’re my rival, t-this isn’t how I want t-t-to see you
go down.” Alphys smiled sweetly.
Sans whipped away some of his tears in his sleeve, a small smile on his face,
“Thanks, guys.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was late by the time they had made it back to Sans place, Sans was still
worn out and upset about the video but having everyone and Papyrus there with
him made him feel safer and less stressed.
Papyrus sat downstairs with all the others while Sans went up to shower “Guys
what are we going to do? Really this is all fucked up.” Undyne sat across the
room from Papyrus scratching her head “honestly I don’t have any clue.”
Mettaton paced around the room “well darling I’m not sure either” Alphys sat on
the couch next to Papyrus “Well… I have one i-idea.”
Everyone looked over at her “Well spill it” Papyrus lite up a cig readying to
listen “w-well what if t-they were after S-Sans? What if t-this is to g-get at
Papyrus?” Papyrus looked at her “what do you mean at me? If they were after me
why not just show me in these pictures or videos?” Alphys thought for a moment
then looked down “well m-maybe it’s because you c-care more f-for him than
yours-self?” Papyrus thought about it for a moment and it all hit him like a
train “So it’s because of me Sans is suffering…” Papyrus looked down taking a
puff of his cig. “T-that’s not what I-I meant!” Alphys tried to think of what
to say but before she could say anything she was interrupted. “Well, who would
want to do this to you Pap?” Undyne sat up looking at him.
Sans put on his favorite sweater Papyrus had gotten it for him on their second
date it was a gray sweater that had some different names of his favorite books
on it. Sans went to the stairs but before he took a step he could overhear them
all talking downstairs, “I can’t do this to him if it’s my fault then…I’ll just
have to break things off…” Sans could feel his breath catch in his throat as he
got down on his knees at the top of the steps “do you really think that will
stop it?” Undyne asked as Sans could hear Papyrus sigh “just…just till I fix
things” Sans could feel himself hyperventilate as he stood and ran to his room.
Tears were streaming his face as he opened his window. ‘I can’t do it without
Papyrus’ If he was going to leave him to try and fix things he would make it
easier on Papyrus and just leave himself’ Sans reached over to the tree
grabbing it and climbing out, he got to the ground and began to run he didn’t
know where to but he just ran till he was a good mile away from the house “I
find this guy on my own so they won’t hurt Papyrus”, Sans knew this would only
make Papyrus worry about him and normally Sans was more logical than this but
at this point there was nothing left for Sans to lose at least he could spare
Papyrus and save him from all this still.
Sans had gone back to the site where the IP had been he looked around finding
no obvious clue of course but then where could he find things out about Papyrus
and get information…that was it! in Papyrus’s neighborhood surely someone would
have a good idea as to what was going on heck maybe even Papyrus’s dad would
know something, with things assured in his mind he decided that he would go to
Papyrus’s home talk to his father and in the morning he would go and talk to
other people in the neighborhood and with that he headed out.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Hey guys and gals, I'm sorry for the wait! So much has happened and
     now that I'm not working 60+ hours a week I'll be able to work on
     these more! I also have 3 ways to edit these as much as I can:
     Microsoft Word, Grammarly, and myself. This chapter uses posts by
     giogiostar and alltahshipping.
     I present to you Chapter 6!!
As much as Sans was starting to regret his decision in even coming here late at
night, he knew that he had no choice. If he didn’t want Papyrus to leave him,
he was going to have to do this. Besides, he was going to meet Papyrus’s father
for the first time, and he was a little excited. He knew that Papyrus lived in
a rough neighborhood, but he didn’t expect for it to be this bad. It scared
him. Sans had never been in these kinds of places alone, let alone at night.
Every little sound would make Sans jump, his eye pupil turning blue with magic.
Whenever he did that, it made him feel slightly light headed. He still hadn’t
recovered fully.
“Keep it together, Sans. You can do it.” Sans whispered to himself.
Sans continued to walk, holding onto the bottom of his sweater nervously. He
really wanted to find Paps house and figure out who wanted to fuck his
boyfriend over. Sans felt his soul was about to pop out of his chest. He could
hear a few blocks away what sounded like humans using weapons or monsters using
their magic to fight each other. Was this constant for where he lived? He knew
that the school they went to, it was a really good school and looking at this
neighborhood, you wouldn’t think Papyrus would live here. Did someone sponsor
him so he could go to their school? Sans knew that Papyrus would take up odd
jobs a lot, although it had been less now.
Sans grumbled as he walked. He didn’t know where Papyrus lived. He had been
there before but it was only a few times. And it was always with Papyrus.
Papyrus wouldn’t let Sans out of the car for any reason. Sans just wanted to
get out of here as quickly as possible. He knew that this was an extremely
stupid idea. But he couldn’t leave without at least trying.
Sans heard a loud sound, almost as if somebody was going attack him. He just
jetted. He was so scared of what might have just happened if he didn’t run. He
didn’t care if he ended up looking like an idiot he just wanted to leave so
badly. Everything in his body was screaming at him to actually think and not be
stupid, but his soul was screaming at him to go on. Is this what love did? He
read about love in so many of the novels he read. And he would chuckle about it
because he always figured he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this out of love.
Love was an emotion that he knew very well had the ability to muddle logic and
understanding.
He slowed to walking again after finding nobody behind him. He loved Papyrus.
That he knew was true without a shadow of a doubt. And the thought of Papyrus
leaving him because of this whole mess made his bones rattle in fear. Sans knew
that he couldn’t deal with this without him. Sans needed Papyrus in order to
deal with this whole mess. Sans just wanted to cry. He just hated how people
were treating him. He didn’t tell Papyrus that the hacker somehow managed to
get his new number and already sent it out to the school and looking at the
random numbers, maybe on some online site. He had just been blocking them. He
figured that once they figured out who the hacker was and got them taken care
of, he would just go and change his number again.
He sighed as he stopped, feeling that he ran far enough away from the noise.
Sans felt his nerves were shot. Today was a really rough day. He was hoping
that today, Paps and he would just relax. He would go to the store to get his
new phone, come back home and get some breakfast ready so when Paps got back
from his place, they would eat together in bed. They would get snuggled up on
the couch and watch cheesy movies together. Maybe put on a horror movie; he
personally was too chicken to watch them but he knew Papyrus enjoyed them. He
would get scared from the movie and Papyrus would protect him in his arms and
slowly fuck the living shit out of him right there. Sans could feel his face
heat up at the thought of having Papyrus thrusting into him like he has done so
many times before.
“Hey, twerp, you’re in the wrong neighborhood.” Sans turned around seeing a
group of dog monsters together.
~*~
Papyrus took a log drag from his cigarette as he thought about what he needed
to do. Alphys was right. If this mess was going on because somebody was using
Sans to get to him, it sure as hell was working. Papyrus, at this point, didn’t
care if he was outed. He cared more about making sure that Sans was safe and
sound. But Papyrus didn’t know if he could find the strength in him to break up
with Sans especially because of this situation. He didn’t want Sans to feel
like he was abandoning him. He’s already gone through so much bull shit. He
lost his parents; he had no family, not even grandparents. Sans was literally
alone in the world. Could Papyrus really just “leave” him alone again? Sans was
finally breaking out of his shell, despite the whole hacker situation.
Papyrus needed to think carefully about what he needed to do. If he left Sans,
there was the chance that the hacker would just simply stop and it would give
them enough time to find out who they were and fuck their shit up for hurting
Sans. But if he left Sans, this could literally push him over the edge and
break him fully. Papyrus could see that even though Sans was opening up, Sans
was cracking. Papyrus was scared that if he broke up with Sans in order to
protect him, it would do the opposite and do more damage, possibly destroy him
completely.
“Fuck this shit!” Papyrus was starting to get pissed. “Why the fuck do they
have to do this to him?”
“Paps.” Undyne pulled him close and hugged her friend.
“I’m fucked if I do and I’m fucked if I don’t. I don’t know what to do anymore.
It doesn’t matter what I do, Sans is still going to get hurt. This shit isn’t
fucking fair.” Papyrus felt tears sting his eye sockets.
“Papy, darling, we just need to come up with an idea to he-” Mettaton was cut
off by Papyrus.
“Sans doesn’t deserve this. He’s lost everything in his life. His parents are
fucking dead. He doesn’t have a single living family member that he can rely
on. Sans is quite literally alone. And I come into his life and I fucked it up
for him even more. I’m a shit bag of a boyfriend.” Papyrus was so angry he
finally let the tears fall.
He was angry at the hacker. He was angry that Sans was alone in the world. He
was angry at himself because he couldn’t even protect him. Papyrus felt like he
was a failure. “My old man was right. I am just a fuck up.” Papyrus spoke
bitterly as he finished his smoke.
“Don’t you dare make me fight you,” Undyne spoke darkly at the tall skeleton.
Papyrus looked up at Undyne. Alphys was behind her trying to hold the angry
fish monster back. Papyrus figured she was probably going to hit him. It was
her way of getting her friends back into reality. It brought him comfort
knowing that Undyne cared enough to actually try and beat some sense into him,
even if she would literally beat sense into him.
“Paps, talk to Sans. Ask him what he wants. If he thinks breaking up might have
the hacker back off a bit until we can figure out who they are, then whatever.
If Sans doesn’t want to break up, then just do what you’re doing, support him.
Don’t let some loser nerd on the computer get to you guys like this.”
Papyrus smiled, “You’re right. If you guys don’t mind, I’m going to talk to
Sans privately.” Papyrus stood up heading upstairs. He knocked on Sans’ door
expecting an answer. Nothing.
“Hey, Sans, it’s me, can I come in?” Papyrus asked.
There was no response. Maybe he was sleeping? Papyrus opened the door slowly,
not wanting to wake up Sans if that was the case. As soon as he got in, he saw
that the window was open, the room was empty, and the computer was on with a
message from the hacker, IT’S NOT OVER…
“Sans!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sans cowered away from the group of dogs. “I-I don’t…” They growled and smirked
at him “you’re from one of them fancy schools aren’t ya?” They came closer and
closer as Sans backed further and further away “P-please just l-leave me
alone...” They laughed as they leaned over him, standing over him while they
started circling him “not until we play a little game of chase.” Just as they
said this they started snapping and trying to bite at Sans. He was able to
dodge each attack as he began running as fast as he could away from the dogs.
After about 10 minutes of running non-stop, he finally was able to rest and
catch his breath. He was far enough away from them that they decided he wasn’t
worth the time, and before he could fully relax he got yanked into an alleyway.
“Mmnph!?”
Someone had covered his mouth he struggled to get away from them just as the
dogs came by, “where did he go?” They sniffed and ran the opposite direction,
Sans being held still and quiet until they were gone, and they let go of him.
He turned quickly to see a young girl in a skirt and a raggy shirt putting her
finger to her mouth in a warning to which Sans responded in a whisper, “Who are
you?” She smiled at him and whispered back, “Frisk.” She stood and helped him
up with a pat on his back. She then pointed in front of her and, after
motioning for Sans to follow her, started walking in the direction she pointed.
Thanks to Frisk he was able to find Papyrus’ house.
“Will you be ok getting home on your own?”
Frisk smiled and nodded “It seems you need more help than I do,” she laughed
making Sans blush slightly. “Well then thank you for your help I would have
never have gotten here without you.”
She nodded and began to walk off “Be safe” she waved as she disappeared off in
the dark streets. Odd girl, he thought, stepping up to the door. He was nervous
to knock. It was late after all and what if his dad got mad or no one was home?
No, he had to! This was the point of no return, he could do this! Sans went up
and knocked on the door.
~~~~~~~~~
Papyrus could feel the panic building in him as the others ran upstairs “Pap
what’s going on?!” Undyne asked obviously ready to start a fight if she needed
to. “Sans! H-he’s gone and the computer..” they went over and read it.
“Shit you don’t think they took him do you?” Undyne asked the others as Papyrus
was in no shape to think correctly without snapping.
“L-lets go o-out and look for h-him!” Alphys was right. They all ran downstairs
and headed out to Sans car.
They all started looking around for a while with no use in finding him
anywhere. “This is just crossing the line…” Mettaton said as he looked out the
window for any sign of the little skeleton. Papyrus was panicked that he was to
the point of hyperventilating. He could only think of what those sick fucks
could be doing to him.
Undyne had taken the lead in looking as they drove past the school and the
abandoned part of down with no success. This was getting bad; Papyrus was
losing it and the other two were getting just as panicked. Undyne had only one
Idea left “What if he is in our neighborhood? Paps, maybe he got away and
headed there or these guys could live there? That’s where most scum in town
lives.” Papyrus looked over at her. “We-we can look and see. Anywhere is better
than nowhere.” With that said she flipped around and sped off in that
direction.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This was the first time Papyrus was having a full blown panic attack. He had
helped Sans with his before, but he was never the one who had them. He felt
like his body was a block of stone, yet his bones were still rattling almost
painfully. He felt like he was going to throw up and pass out. His soul was
hurting so much, almost as if he would be dusted. Was this how Sans had been
feeling ever since the whole mess started? If so, it was amazing that he could
even move around as if nothing. Papyrus was just struggling to lie down and
breathe. Undyne and Alphys were up front while Papyrus rested his head on
Mettaton’s lap. Papyrus gave up trying to be strong, he was just silently
crying while shaking. He wanted Sans back so badly that he felt like he was
going to die.
Mettaton was rubbing Pap’s back trying to sooth him, “They really crossed the
line this time.”
“They crossed the line a long time ago outing Sans the way they did.” Undyne
huffed.
“Pa-Papyrus, who do yo-you know from your nei-neighborhood that doesn’t like
you?” Alphys asked.
“Ha, it’s easier to list the people who like him over there.” Undyne laughed.
“Paps is always getting into fights in our neighborhood. The only reason they
haven’t tried anything with him is because of his dad could get them killed if
he was bored.”
“Really?” Mettaton mused.
“My dad has a lot of connections with some bad people. I try to stay out of the
house for that reason. I don’t want to see or hear something that I have no
business in.” Papyrus stated darkly.
“Then do you know anybody who can check to see if Sans is over there?” Mettaton
asked.
“Frisk. She’s the only one, besides me, that has no issue with Paps.”
Papyrus unlocked his phone and handed it to Mettaton, “Ask her if Sans is
there. She never met him, but tell her what he looks like, if she saw him, she
will tell us.”
Papyrus was trying to find the best ways he could keep himself steady,
remembering things that he and Sans did. He remembered how after they started
dating, Sans was telling him about things he thought were romantic: rose petals
trailing to the bedroom and bath, maybe a nice bottle of champagne or wine with
candles lit in the bathroom where they would relax before heading for the
bedroom. Paps did all that Sans thought was romantic, but they ended up having
sex in the tub. Sans body was covered in bubbles and petals. Paps smiled seeing
at how Sans cried for his name as he had pressed into him as he claimed Sans,
secretly happy to know that he was the only person who had ever seen Sans in
such a state of lust and need. This was the second time they had sex, and
Papyrus had felt horrible that his first wasn’t all that special even though he
always claimed it was.
He wanted to see Sans’ smile again. He wanted to make him happy. He just wanted
him safe.
~*~
Sans held his breath as he began knocking on the door. He didn’t know if
anybody was going to be in there. But he had run off so blindly, he NEEDED to
at least be able to come back with something. He was so nervous. This was going
to be the first time he ever met Papyrus’s father. Even though it wasn’t like
he could introduce himself as his son’s boyfriend, he could at least introduce
himself as Papyrus’s friend and tutor. At least he wasn’t fully lying.
Sans knocked again, calling out for somebody. The door opened quickly, a very
tough looking fire elemental looked at Sans. Sans was so nervous. He knew that
this wasn’t Papyrus’s father.
“Hi, I’m Sans, I’m friends with Papyrus and I needed to talk to his dad-”
“Grilbz, who the fuck is at the door?”
“A friend of your son.” the Fire Elemental answered nonchalantly.
“What do they want with that shit head? Tell them he’s not here!”
“Papyrus isn’t here.”
“I know, he’s at my place. I just nee-”
“Look,” Grillbz interrupted Sans, his demeanor intimidating, “You seem like a
nice kid. Go back to your place. We’re really busy here and you don’t want to
piss this guy off.”
“It’s just that I need to know if anybody is after Papyrus.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me with how he behaves here and what his father does for a
living. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t really want to say,” Sans muttered before turning and walking away.
He felt so defeated. Anything he would have found out was information he could
have just straight up asked Papyrus for instead of running off. Now Papyrus was
going to leave him and he was going to have to deal with this bullshit by
himself. For the first time in his life, he really wanted to just fight
something or somebody. He hated the hacker. If the hacker was in front of him,
Sans would probably punch the person in the face. He wouldn’t care, even if he
lost.
“Sans?” Sans turned to see Frisk walking by him.
“I never told you my name.” Sans was weary and took a step back.
“Your friends and your boyfriend are looking for you. Paps is freaking out.”
Frisk held their cell out to him, showing him the text. Sans could only lower
his head.
“If you want, I can wait with you until they pick you up.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
~*~
The car ride back home was a silent one. Sans just looked down at the floor,
Papyrus wouldn’t even look at him. He had the window rolled down as he started
smoking. As soon as he was done with a cigarette, he’d light another one up and
continue. As soon as they got inside Sans home, Sans just went straight to his
room, Papyrus close behind him. They didn’t even make it into the room before
Papyrus lost it.
“What the fuck were you thinking Sans!?” he yelled at him.
“I wanted to find the hacker!”
“Not by yourself Sans! You were acting like a fucking idiot, going out there on
your own!”
“Not like you fucking care!” Sans snapped back.
Papyrus was taken aback. He did care. He was freaking out scared shitless that
something happened to him. “I-I do fucking care, Sans! That’s why I’m so
fucking angry right now!” Papyrus slammed his hand on Sans’ dresser hard enough
it shook.
“You’re still in the fucking closet! You don’t know how it feels like having
everybody seeing you suck a dick! You don’t know how it feels like knowing that
somebody has a video of you getting it on!”
“My DICK is in it!”
“But not YOUR fucking face!”
Papyrus cornered Sans between a wall and his closet, staring down at the
smaller skeleton, his eyes hard. Before either realized he was kissing Sans
with a sudden harsh furry. Papyrus was so angry at Sans for scaring him this
badly. But Sans never looked so beautiful than right now: his face shining from
his tears, anger flushing his cheeks. Papyrus, at the end of the day, just
wanted Sans with him.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Let's get this ball rolling! Another chapter consisted of giogiostar
     and alltahshipping's writing. This is also the chapter that giogio
     and I are working together to edit better AND re-write each chapter (
     (please see end notes below))
     It looks like something big is in store for our boys this chapter.
     Plus we have some nice makeup goodness. Paps can be such a tease!!
     Soul and Body MWAHAHAHAHA! ;)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sans kissed Papyrus back, which made him feel better, but Sans had tears in his
eyes when he broke away from the kiss, “You… you were going to leave me. I was
so confused and hurt. I did the only thing I could think of.”
Papyrus realized what was happening now, what was upsetting him so much. “Sans
I just… I want to protect you. Please, you have to understand.”
“I don’t want to understand!” He pushed Papyrus out of the way and stormed to
his window, staring out with his hands on the sill.
Papyrus was shocked. That was the second time he has ever heard Sans yell at
him. It pained him to the point of his own tears slowly collecting at his
sockets. His boyfriend was right. Sans looked over his shoulder and his
hardened expression softened.
“I just can't do this alone. I love you and it would only hurt more to be away
from you.”
Papyrus hugged Sans tight from behind as he cried on his shoulder, “I’m sorry
Sans I’m so sorry. I won’t talk like that again. I don’t want to do anything to
hurt you.” Sans reached up and kissed him.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run off without saying something. I’m just… so
fucking angry I honestly just want to rip this fucker’s head off myself,” as
Sans said this his eye glowed a bright blue. Papyrus had never seen Sans this
pissed… it was kinda hot.
Papyrus leaned down and kissed his cheek, pulling him closer. “We’ll get them
ok? Don’t worry.”
Sans felt how tightly Papyrus was holding him. It was relaxing like nothing
could ever really hurt him. They stood like that, letting a few minutes pass
before Papyrus turned Sans to face him as they kissed again, softly at first,
feeling their bodies twitch in anticipation against the other. Without another
moment’s hesitation, Papyrus reached up under Sans shirt, fingers grazing his
soul, making the small skeleton jolt with shock. “Papy~ w-what if s-someone
sees us again?”
Papyrus smiled, turning them away from the window and reached his other hand
into the bag next to them. It was the bag that Papyrus brought from home with
his clothes. He pulled out a well-worn scarf that Sans had made for him last
year for Halloween.
“Y-you kept that?” Sans blushed blue while reaching for the red fabric. He
fiddled with it between his thumb and index, the scarf frilled at the edges
from use.
“Well yeah. You made it for me didn’t you?” Sans’ face turned an even darker
hue, his expression showing the confusion as to why he pulled it out of his
bag. It made Papyrus chuckle as he began wrapping it around Sans skull,
covering his eyes. After a few moments, it was finally in place.
“U-um” Sans looked around but couldn’t see anything due to the scarf. “W-what’s
this for?” Papyrus set Sans in his lap as they sat on the floor away from the
window. He leaned against the frame of the bed as he brushed his hand against
the other's face lovingly. “So if anyone sees us or takes photos they won’t
have your face.”
Sans sighed, leaning into the gesture. It wasn’t too bad though it probably
wouldn’t work. Just as Sans had thought this Papyrus had reached back up his
shirt to guide his soul out, rubbing it softly, making Sans jolt and shiver.
“Papy,” Sans could feel his soul throb as Papyrus gently caressed it, pulling
it out from under his shirt, the sensation starting to become a little much for
the smaller skeleton. “Fuck!”
Papyrus laughed as he licked the dripping heart making Sans almost lose it. He
knew how sensitive Sans was, especially his soul, and that was exactly why he
loved playing with it. Hearing those moans escape from him, different from
those when he was thrusting hard into him. So beautiful. He hummed against the
side of his skull, sliding his fingers into the soul as those juices quickly
coated his hand.
“Ahhh!” Sans was twitching and shaking all over, knowing he was close to
climaxing. It never took very long when he was having his soul manhandled. It
didn’t help that Papyrus knew just all the right buttons to push.
“Heh, you’re pretty cute like this.”
“P-Papy! I’m close! D-don’t stop!”
Papyrus snickered as he places the soul in his mouth, suckling on it as Sans
let out a gasp of shock, tears running down his cheeks as he suddenly cried
out. Sans’ soul exploded in Papyrus’ mouth, the cyan juices flowing down his
throat. He took the soul out of his mouth, giving it a final lick.
“Mmm such a messy boy huh?” Papyrus looked at Sans, his own blush growing as
dark as the bulge in between his femurs. “I’m not done yet though.”
Sans was picked up and was laid on the bed while Papyrus grabbed both of their
phones turning them off. He then took off his shirt and tossed it over the
camera on San’s computer. He was going to make sure that if they were going to
have sex, he wasn’t going to give the dumb ass hacker more ammunition to screw
him or Sans over. He just wanted to make Sans as comfortable as possible.
Making his way back to the bed he started slowly undressing Sans, the smaller
skeleton squirming around with every touch.
Sans threw a pillow over his face as he let out a soft moan. They were just
fighting and now, they were making up. Both of them were just on edge with all
that had happened in such a short amount of time: Sans was outed, the hacker
had a sex video of him, the entire school saw Pap’s dick in Sans’ mouth. The
positive side to this mess was that Sans made new friends and learned that
Papyrus should stay over at his place more often. And that Papyrus really was
an amazing boyfriend. He was just so lucky to have him.
Sans felt the cool air hit his bones as Papyrus removed his sweater. He started
playing with Papyrus’s pants blind, wanting to remove them. He just wanted
Papyrus so badly, it almost hurt. His phalanges ran over Papyrus’ crests,
following the rim of the waist until he found the button and zipper. It sent
shivers running up Papyrus’ spine and he batted the pillow away before kissing
Sans almost desperately in an attempt to keep himself from going crazy.
He loved how Sans looked. Sans had a blush running throughout his body. He
wanted to taste Sans, devour him, almost. He wanted to just claim him as his
and only his as many times as he could. Papyrus smiled to himself as he saw
Sans partially covered face, his mouth hung open slightly as his tongue lolled
out. He was letting out little whimpers of want as he continued to touch him.
The scarf tied around him added to the pleasure of this moment.
Papyrus began to slowly kiss every inch of him, trailing from his mouth to his
cheek and then his neck. Sans hissed out a low moan as Papyrus began to nibble
tastefully, leaving small little marks all over his vertebrae.
Sans cried out as he wrapped his body around Papyrus, grinding hard against the
taller skeleton, begging for him to just take him, and as much as Papyrus just
wanted that he wanted even more to just continue kissing him. He wanted to make
sure that Sans knew that Papyrus loved him, that he knew that Papyrus would
always be there for him. No matter what happened.
Papyrus held Sans close, kissing and licking every inch of him he could, all
while removing the rest of his clothes. When the final garments were gone, Sans
bones were fully entranced in faint shades of blue, his magic already having
formed his dick. Papyrus wrapped his hand around the blue magic, lightly
rubbing in slow motions, causing Sans to thrust into his boyfriend’s palm.
Papyrus was surprised by Sans’ actions. He had never seen Sans just wanting to
go straight into sex. He normally wanted the foreplay to be the main focus, but
again Papyrus had already worked him up something fierce with playing with his
soul.
“Sans,” Papyrus whispered, lust dripped from his voice like honey, “tell me
what you want me to do, love.” Papyrus nuzzled onto Sans’ neck, his breath
blowing hot onto him.
Sans let out a struggling moan as Papyrus began to jack him off. Sans was
having difficulty trying to find his voice. The intense session was just
turning him on so badly. Sans desperately just wanted Papyrus.
“Fu-fuck me!” Sans was a crying mess at this point and practically screamed his
need. Their friends would have heard him downstairs but he couldn’t give a shit
anymore.
Papyrus kissed his boyfriend’s tears away as he began to remove his pants. He
wanted to feel his mess of a boyfriend as best as possible and clothes were not
going to help him. He quickly finished undressing and began to position himself
over the smaller skeleton, his member throbbing and twitching with desire, pre
already dribbling. He gently started for his entrance, letting out a delicious
moan as he felt Sans’ body puckering slightly from the feel of his dick rubbing
against him. Papyrus suddenly thrust himself halfway, Sans let out a choked cry
while looking almost as if he were about to cum right then and there.
“What’s the matter Sansy? Am I still too much for you to handle?” Papyrus
teased as he began to shallowly thrust into Sans.
He was moaning almost as if he could barely contain himself. Sans felt so good.
He needed this and at least his day couldn’t get ruined any worse now. Sans
shifted a little allowing him to buck deeper.
Sans felt his body bounce along with the rhythm Papyrus had set like it was
just moving on its own. Papyrus would slowly go faster as he held onto the
smaller body under him, both of them completely losing themselves to the
passion.
Papyrus already knew that Sans was about to cum. He felt it as soon as he
entered him. Suddenly pulling out, Sans let out a whimper and pouted as he was
on the verge and had that moment taken from him. Papyrus smiled softly as he
helped flip Sans over to his stomach. As soon as Sans relaxed, Papyrus thrust
into him again, Sans letting out a lustful cry as he started harshly pounding
into him. Loud moans and groans drenched in ecstasy replaced soft-spoken
whimpers as Sans was literally screaming, his voice starting to become hoarse.
He felt himself cum hard, his body shaking as his magic spilled onto him and
the sheets.
Papyrus continued to thrust into the smaller skeleton. He was moaning out every
time Sans would cling tightly onto him from overstimulation. It was driving
Papyrus crazy and on the verge of his own climax. Sans was about to cum a third
time as he began thrusting harder into his boyfriend. Sans let out a loud cry
into the pillow as his bones rattled in orgasmic bliss. Papyrus let out a low
growl as he came hard into Sans, his body freezing up before falling forward,
resting on him for a bit, just wanting to feel Sans body close to his own
before pulling out and falling onto the mattress. Papyrus laid on his side as
he held Sans close to him.
Sans took the scarf from his eye sockets. Not being able to see anything while
they were doing it was so different. Exciting. It felt nice, almost as if
because he couldn’t see, his senses were heightened to make up for the lack of
vision. Sans turned his head to Papyrus to give him a soft kiss on his jaw.
“I don’t want you to leave me,” Sans whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere. But Sans, I don’t want you going through this alone.
I’m going to come out and we can deal with this together.” Papyrus stated.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘No’?”
“I don’t want you to come out and risk losing your chance to get a scholarship.
I’m not worth you throwing your life away.” Sans stated flatly.
“Sans, I want to.”
“I’m telling you don’t do it. Wait until you get the scholarship and we go to
college together. Then you can come out. But right now, you got too much to
lose if you come out.” Sans spoke sweetly as he held Papyrus’s hand in his.
“Sans, I don’t care about any of that.”
Sans looked at Papyrus, “What if you go and come out and we break up? You would
lose your chance for a scholarship. I’m not going to be the reason you fucked
up. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t come out. I’m just saying that this isn’t
the best time for...”
Suddenly, Undyne opened the door to the bedroom, Sans letting out a small yelp
of surprise while scrambling for the sheets. Papyrus used one of the pillows to
throw at her.
“Undyne, what the hell, get out!”
“I wouldn’t come in here while you both are fucking, nerds,” Undyne muttered.
“Turn on your phones.”
“How did you know I turned them off?”
“Our friend found out what Sans did when he ran off.” Undyne coldly answered.
“They just sent us the video that they plan on showing the school for
homeroom.”
Sans felt his soul constrict in his rib cage, sockets wide. “I’m not going back
to that school.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sans felt that he couldn’t take it any longer. He could feel himself cracking
under all of this pressure and all he could do was hold on to Papyrus crying.
They all sat downstairs with Sans being held by Papyrus, who felt completely
defeated, running his hand down his face while looking completely exhausted.
“Guys this is it. This guy is going to get killed when I find him,” Undyne
sighed looking through her phone trying to think about what to do. They all
were starting to feel like they lost. They had no leads, no ideas at all as to
who would do this. They knew this had to do with Papyrus but most the people
who would hate him weren’t this smart and always tried to challenge him in
person. This person was a technology genius and was able to hide.
Mettaton thought for a moment and walked back to from the kitchen, “Darlings I
just thought about something…”
Undyne grunted before smirking at the prissy robot, “Whoa he can think?”
Mettaton dismissed this comment and began, “Ok, so this person had warned us
that if we kept looking for them they would put that video out right?”
Everyone kinda perked up listening to what Mettaton had to say. “Well, I think
that the reason this person sent this video is because maybe Sans got too close
for comfort like he came too close to finding out who it may have been.”
Papyrus looked down at Sans, bringing his hand to rest on his before asking,
“Sans where did you go?”
Sans sat up and dryly answered, “I went to your house. Some guy named Grillby
answered and told me to basically scoot along, but that was about it other than
that group of dogs chasing me down and Frisk saving me.” Sans looked down at
their hands and thread their fingers together, sensing Papyrus’ body tense from
hearing that he was at his house. He could tell he wasn’t happy from hearing
that.
“So we have three possible suspects here that are involved or at least know
something about this.”
Alphys sat up in her chair, “So t-the dogs…”
“Grillby,” Undyne looked down at the floor frowning.
Papyrus sighed looking at Sans, "and Frisk.”
Mettaton nodded. “Yes, so I say tomorrow we go and question these people and
we’ll all head back and share what we got.”
Papyrus hugged Sans closer as concern spread over his face, “What if they do
more to Sans?”
Mettaton sighed sitting back before flipping his hair dramatically, “Then we’ll
know we got close and that’ll make this person defensive to where we’ll finally
have an upper hand for once.” Papyrus nodded and relaxed knowing this. It
didn’t mean he’d have to like it though.
“We should split up into teams! Me and bot boy here have that gang of dogs.
They shouldn’t be hard to find. If they give us any trouble we’ll beat the shit
out of them until they talk!”
Papyrus nodded. “I’ll talk to Grillby. I know him well enough since he works
for dad. He was one of the few I could talk to over the years to try and pry
information out of.”
Alphys looked at Sans with a reassuring smile, “M-me and Sans can t-talk to F-
Frisk if you don’t mind Sans.”
Sans returned the smile and nodded, even though he looked absolutely miserable.
He had bags under his eyes from the course of the last week and tear streaks on
his cheeks. She felt horrible that this was happening to him.
“Ok then everybody let’s get some rest and head out tomorrow.”
With that everyone got up and headed off to bed, Mettaton on his own in one
guest rooms with Undyne and Alphys in another. Sans and Papyrus returned to
their room.
“I guess they can’t make it any worse right?” Sans sighed looking up at the
ceiling. He was already in his bed and moved over when Papyrus climbed in next
to him. He cupped Sans face in his hands.
“Hey we’re gonna do our best to get them before Monday ok? I love you, Sans.”
He only nodded his reply, snuggling up to Papyrus and relaxing a bit. Papyrus
knew that if this video got out Sans would never go back to school again. It
was one of the few things he had left, though he never understood why his
studies were so important to him. He would do anything and everything to try
and make sure Sans’ world would go as back to normal as he could make it.
Sighing, he relaxed, laying back and falling asleep, wrapped protectively
around the smaller body nuzzled against him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sans stretched lazily as Papyrus held him close. He wanted to get this figured
out as soon as possible, and as much as he hated the fact that Sans had left
for his neighborhood, by himself AND late at night, it breathed new life on the
trail for the identity of the hacker. He knew that Grillby was an associate of
his fathers’ so trying to get a hold of him was going to be either really easy
or really hard. If he couldn’t get a hold of him, then there was no way that
they would see him until his father needed him again.
Sans looked up at Papyrus; he was so scared. If they couldn’t get any
information about the hacker, then this was really going to mess him up. He was
probably going to have to transfer schools because of them. He didn’t want
that, and despite everything, he really liked this school. He could deal with
the bullying and he knew Papyrus would make sure that the school knew not to
mess with him unless they wanted a face full of fist. The thought of him acting
like that was like he was his own knight in shining armor and he smiled to
himself.
“Morning beautiful,” Papyrus smiled as pulled him in closer.
“Morning,” Sans was able to place his arms around Papyrus’s neck, snuggling
under his jaw. Did he just purr?
Papyrus smiled and laughed. The nuzzle and adorable sounds from Sans filled him
with determination. They were going to find that mother fucker and kick their
ass if it was the last thing he did!
Sans smiled softly as he nuzzled his face closer to him, taking in his scent;
Papyrus smelled nice. Musky but with a hint of cinnamon and oh how Sans loved
that scent. It was almost soothing. He buried his face more into his
boyfriend’s chest. Today they were going to find the hacker. They just had to.
“How did you sleep?” Papyrus asked.
“Fine, I guess,” Sans muttered.
“Everything will work out, Sans. I’m sure of it,” Papyrus held Sans tighter.
“Now, come on, we have a long day ahead of us today.”
~*~
Sans, Alphys, and Papyrus were walking to Frisk’s house. It was close enough to
Papyrus’ place that he figured it would be easier for him to take them before
he checked to see if Grillby was there. He stole a quick kiss from Sans before
he left them to take care of his job. He was going to have to book it to his
place if he wanted to have a chance at talking to the elemental.
Sans and Alphys nervously knocked on the door. After a moment the door opened,
Frisk was wearing some shorts and a blue and pink tank top, fighting the heat
in this unusually warm spring.
“Sans?” Frisk looked at him surprised.
“W-w-we wanted to ta-ta-talk to you,” Alphys stuttered as she fidgeted with the
bottom of her shirt. Sans was staring at Frisk almost deadpan, putting the
young girl on edge.
“Let me put on some shoes,” Frisk whispered before closing the door.
A few minutes later, Frisk came out and had them follow her, which was a good
thing since they didn’t know the area. They trusted her because she was
Papyrus’ friend. She had no reason to harm them.
“I’m sorry about what’s going on, Sans. I saw the pics,” She sighed and faced
them once they were a decent way away from the house.
“That’s what we wanted to talk about,” Sans began.
“W-we know th-th-that somebody ha-hacked into Pap’s phone and s-sent those pics
out.”
“I would never do something like that.” Frisk spoke softly, “Sans, you seem
like a nice guy. I didn’t know you were even involved with Papyrus until he
texted me last night.”
“We think you might know who the hacker is.” Sans shifted in place, recalling
last night's events,
“You see, last night, I ran off here to try and find them myself, and you were
one of the people I spoke to. We figured that the hacker is around here because
they freaked out and told us that tomorrow, they were going to show the entire
school during homeroom a sex tape they made of Papyrus and I. We need to find
out who they are before the end of today.” Sans was trying desperately not to
freak out. He could feel his hands shaking.
Frisk looked at him with a face mixed with shock, a sudden realization hitting
her. “I think I know who your hacker is. It makes total sense now. They’ve been
acting weird since last week.”
“Seriously?! Who is it?!”
“I’m sorry Sans, but I can’t tell you.”
“What?!” Alphys cried out, “Bu-bu-bu-bu-but-”
Frisk interrupted Alphys, “Please understand, your hacker is somebody I care
deeply for. I’m sorry. I can talk to them and see if I can convince them to
stop and leave everything alone, but other than that I can’t do much else.”
“Frisk, I need to know who is ruining my life. They outed me and I wasn’t ready
to come out about my sexuality. I’m being harassed! Hell, last Friday I had a
group of students try to beat me up!”
“Sans, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you. Just tell Paps that the hacker is
somebody I love and trust. He’ll know who I’m talking about.” Frisk turned, “I
have to go. I need to talk to them and try to get them to call all this mess
off. Sans,” Frisk turned her head towards him a bit, “I am truly sorry for what
is going on. You nor Papyrus deserve to deal with this and I’ll try and set
things right.” She walked away in the direction they came.
Sans entire body was shaking. He was so close to figuring out the asshole who
was trying so hard to ruin his life. It was like some twisted cruel joke. Tears
stung his sockets as he began crying in the alley. He was beyond angry at the
whole situation.
“I just t-texted everybody what ha-happened. Let’s get out o-of this alley.”
Continuing the ended up at the playground he had seen the night before. Within
a couple minutes Sans phone rang and when he answered Papyrus sounded out of
breath like he was running.
“Who is it?!” Papyrus yelled into his phone causing Sans to pull the phone away
for a split second to allow a few curses to join before answering.
“Frisk said you would know. It’s somebody she loves and cares for. She wouldn’t
tell us their name.”
“Where are you?” Papyrus asked.
“In some playground by Frisk’s place.”
“Stay there, I’m going to get you two.”
Papyrus slammed the button on his phone before cursing again. He kept running
and within a few minutes, he arrived at the park his face plastered in
frustration. Clearly, he didn’t know who it was and it just pissed him off
more. Papyrus found them easily, motioning for them to follow him while they
began for the car.
It wasn’t long until they reached it and they found Undyne and Mettaton waiting
for them. As soon as they all got in, their phones started ringing and
vibrating with notifications.
The hacker left them all a message: I WAS PLAYING NICE. IF YOU WANT TO PLAY
DIRTY, INSTEAD OF KNOWING WHEN I’M SHOWING THE SCHOOL THE SLUT…
Another text message, this time, only for Sans and Papyrus: IT’S GOING UP
SOMETIME DURING THE WEEK.
Another text message, only Sans received it: GET DUNKED ON.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey guys and gals! So, the last 2 months have been CRAZY for me, and
     I hate to admit it but the editing was getting to me pretty bad. I
     felt like I was losing my mojo for a while.
     I DO HAVE AWESOME NEWS THOUGH!
     One of the original writers, giogiostar, will be assisting me with
     the chapter editing. THIS IS NOT TO SAY SHE WILL BE HELPING WITH
     UNDERCLASS SENIOR YEAR. She is currently writing her own series and I
     do not wish for her to be pressured into writing for the AU again.
     She wasn't writing for a few months so I'm glad to see her back into
     the writing groove. You should totally check out her "Royal Hearts"
     fanfiction!
     That being said, I have decided that I WILL BE REWRITING EACH
     CHAPTER. After gio edits for basic errors and revising, I will
     receive it and clean up/revise anything that might have been missed.
     Like a beta 1 and beta 2. I already have chapter 7 of the story
     almost done and she almost has chapter 8 through its first beta
     process. I want to update every Saturday due to her story and the
     birthday raffle I recently hosted, but if we can update more than
     once a week consider it a surprise update :D
     PLEASE ONLY GET USED TO SATURDAY UPDATES, FOR THIS WILL ALSO BE THE
     UPDATE PROCESS FOR SENIOR YEAR!
     There were also a couple of short stories done that will be edited
     and shared in time.
     Lastly, I want to apologize for making everyone wait. I thought I
     could handle doing the editing on my own. I didn't want to bother
     anyone into helping since this was something I decided to do myself.
     It doesn't help I'm a slow writer to begin with hahaha Please accept
     my humblest apologies *bows apologetically*
     If you have any questions or concerns, please express them in the
     comments below. THANK YOU!!
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Shit REALLY hits the fan after that last chapter. Sans loses his cool
     and ends up losing more than he thought.
      
     ((I felt SOOOOOOOOOO bad for Sans and Papyrus when this was first
     written, and I still do! Please check out the end notes for some
     extra information about this chapter!))
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sans could feel his anger boiling within him as his fear and rage twisted into
violent knots. Blue pulsed dangerously from between his ribs as his soul
painfully radiated itself through the shirt's fabric. He hadn't even realized
that he was hyperventilating as he squeezed his phone almost to the point that
his already white phalanges became brighter. The hacker was really getting to
him. He was beyond pissed.
“Sans, come on, calm down,” Papyrus walked in slow steps as he crept forward
and tried placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
“No, this is beyond fucked up!” Sans screamed as he pushed Papyrus away from
him, not even hiding the fresh tears bristling his sockets, “Frisk knows who
the asshole is and she’s being fucking cryptic! My life could literally end in
the next week and she doesn’t give a shit!”
Papyrus sighed in mutual frustration, fully understanding why Sans was livid.
He was getting the full lash of all this while he himself wasn't physically
identified. He got to continue hiding while Sans was thrown out to the wolves
and was now being punished for whatever fucked up thing Papyrus had done to the
hacker in the past. Sorrowful eyes just looked at the fuming skeleton in front
of him.
“And now, we're even more fucked than before! This nut is going to put this all
out no matter what we do or say!” Sans was on the verge of passing out as he
continued, his panic attack causing him to shake furiously. The others didn’t
know what to do, prompting to just stand to the side and keep an eye out.
Papyrus was able to grip Sans arm and roughly pull him into an embrace. He
leaned over him as they sat there waiting for Sans to calm down. This was all
Papyrus could do, and in all honesty, it sucked. If he could, he would gladly
switch places with Sans and make all of this disappear. Sans didn't deserve any
of this. He had already been through too much to have to deal with this
torture. Life wasn't fair. But then again, life never really seemed to care if
it was. He brought his hand up to the small of Sans back, rubbing in small
circles to try and ease the panic away.
“It’ll be alright.”
Sans scoffed, looking away from Papyrus as he pulled himself free, whispering,
“You're only saying that because you’re not in my shoes…”
Papyrus was taken aback. He would have rolled it off if it wasn’t for the
venomous tone he said it in. He had never heard Sans speak in such a way. Sure,
Sans was known to be a bit of a jerk, but he would normally never talk or act
like he was now, especially to him.
“Look, Sans, I know that you may think that, but-”
“Hell, I bet that the only reason any of you are helping me is because of
Papyrus! Honestly, if he and I weren't dating, none of you would even care!
You’d all still see me as the nerd, the rival, the weakling!”
They all stared at him, eyes wide by his accessions, but at the same time, they
knew he had a point. Some of them weren't exactly nice to Sans before. It was
understandable for Sans to feel like he was just a giant inconvenience to all
of them.
“Maybe we should get back and ca-”
Again Sans interrupted, “Yeah take me home and everyone else leave… I want to
be left alone.”
Papyrus tried to reason with him, “But what if-”
“What if- who cares what if?” Sans was laughing now, “Fuck them. They can't
make my life any more miserable than it already is. Fuck it let them do
whatever they want. I couldn’t give two shits anymore!”
“I care about what happens to you! And I know you do too, so stop bull shiting,
Sans,” Papyrus was starting to let his frustration get the better of him. He
could feel all of Sans emotions rolling down his sternum and wrapping itself
around his soul, the wall of magic he built around it beginning to crumble. He
needed to keep a level head. He needed to…
“You only care about it because it's your fault those damn pictures got hacked!
If this shit happened because of me, you wouldn't give a flying fuck!”
His resolve started snapping, “That's not fucking true and you know it!”
Sans got dangerously close to Papyrus, his anger controlling him as he shoved
his index finger into Papyrus’ chest. “Bull. Fucking, Shit. You don't care
about me! Heh, you’re just using me! Yo-”
Before Sans could finish, Papyrus had pushed him hard. Sans hit his back hard
against the car door, breathe escaping from his body from the unexpected force.
Sans completely lost it as he threw himself at Papyrus, trying to throw a punch
at him, but as soon as he tried to hit him, Undyne jumped in. She grabbed Sans
and pinned him while Mettaton grabbed Papyrus, knowing that the taller skeleton
would have no problem knocking Sans flat on the ground if he even laid a hand
on him.
“Okay, enough guys!” Undyne yelled. Sans was struggling in her hold, legs
flaring as she held him down with an arm around his back. He was sputtering
curses and demanding she get off him.
“Whatever. Sans, if you really think that, then go fuck yourself. Deal with
this alone!” Papyrus yanked his arms from Mettaton’s hold before turning and
walking off towards his place, his tone even colder than ice, “Ton-Ton, you
coming?”
The robot looked at the group, his gaze unsure until Undyne motioned for him to
follow. Mettaton nodded before he began jogging to try and catch up, telling
him to wait for him.
~*~*~*~
Undyne and Alphys took Sans home, the car ride deadly silent. They didn’t want
to leave him but he wanted to be left alone. Nothing they did or said could
change the small skeleton's mind, and as he went into his home, he slammed the
door shut before falling against the dark wood, crying, feeling defeated.
“I'm such an idiot…”
Sans felt like he was the world's biggest dumb-ass. It wasn't that he didn't
care, just that his emotions were too shot to care. He just wanted to stay home
and wallow in his own pity for once, and he knew it would be better this way
for the both of them. Yet, it hurt Sans to think about how upset and hurt
Papyrus looked. Especially when he screamed that they were over. At this point,
Sans just wanted to curl up and not exist anymore.
So he did. He just laid there, his mind replaying their break up over and over
like a silent film, and Sans desperately wanting a better outcome.
~*~*~*~
Papyrus knew what he was doing was wrong, but at this point, with everything
that was happening, he just didn’t care. He felt like a wounded animal because
of Sans, and his drunk hazed mind was not helping him at the moment. Sans hurt
him badly when he said that Papyrus didn’t care about him, and it hurt him
worse when Sans thought that he was only using him. The worst of it was when
Sans ended things with him. To make matters worse, Papyrus was upset that, for
one split second, he acted like his father and laid his hands on Sans before
turning to a bottle.
Mettaton gave a soft, delicious moan as he began to tug at the tall skeleton’s
shirt lightly. Mettaton would never admit to Papyrus, but he loved him. So many
times he dreamed that this would happen, and it excited him to know that he was
finally having his chance with him. As much as he just wanted Papyrus to take
him, Mettaton knew that he didn’t want it like this. Papyrus was shit faced,
there was little to no way he was going to remember this and even though
Mettaton was also technically drunk, he was in way better position than
Papyrus.
“Pappy, we should stop,” Mettaton whispered, his voice dripping with lust as he
moaned into the sloppy kisses Papyrus gave on his neck.
“Why? You finally have me. Sans and I broke up-”
“Darling, you’re drunk. I’m drunk.”
“Even a better reason,” Papyrus smiled as he began to grind on the robot.
Mettaton moaned as he felt his excitement get the better of him. With a soft
growl from Papyrus, the robot knew that they finally crossed that line. As much
as he knew that they shouldn’t have, he couldn't stop himself. A part of him
kept on justifying this. Papyrus and Sans were over. Papyrus was single. He was
single. People and monsters hooked up all the time.
Papyrus could feel his magic pooling in his pelvis with his pants restricting
his erection. The robot slowly began slinking his way down to Papyrus' crotch,
his face stained with his lustful blush. He unbuckled Papyrus' pants with his
teeth, the skeleton staring with a dirty smile plastered on his face. Mettaton
was tonguing the zipper, the skeleton knowing full well he was about to get
laid.
Mettaton was very different than Sans. Sans was just so soft spoken while
Mettaton was out and in the open. Sans couldn't stand attention while the robot
craved it. Everything that Mettaton was, Sans was not. Both of them were like
night and day, winter and summer and Papyrus was excited about the new change.
He held Mettaton's face with his palm, his dick dangerously close to his metal
mouth. Mettaton smiled darkly, lust in his eyes as he began sucking Papyrus
off, wasting no time in his ministrations. Papyrus had a fist full of the
robot's hair and kept him rooted, feeling Mettaton's lips wrap delicately
around the citrus shaft, his mouth feeling like heaven. Papyrus had to admit,
Mettaton was better at this than Sans.
Papyrus huffed, mixed with a soft moan, over the thought of Sans. Sans didn't
want anything to do with him anymore. What could he do? The more he tried to
help, the more he messed shit up. So he may as well just go all the way with
Mettaton. Not like he could fuck anything up any more than he already did.
With a loud pop, Mettaton released Papyrus from his mouth. The cool air felt
uncomfortable as it hit his penis and it caused him to tremble. Mettaton
quickly climbed on top of him, straddling Papyrus. His hands rested on the
diva's backside, feeling subtle vibrations. Papyrus figured that Mettaton's
metal body was preparing Papyrus a hole to fuck.
“You sure you want this?” Mettaton asked, his voice laced with desire.
“Yeah,” the skeleton whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.
Mettaton lowered his hips, letting Papyrus' erection press against his newly
formed entrance. Papyrus let out a moan, careful not to let his voice rise. His
father was just down the hallway to the living room and it wasn't going to end
well if his father burst into the room while they were in this position.
Papyrus felt his hips jolt up, letting himself enter the robot. Mettaton was
about to let out a cry before Papyrus covered his mouth, shushing him. Nobody
dared to quiet him, but Mettaton understood and tried to relax. Where they were
doing this wasn't the safest of places, and oddly enough, that was what made it
even more erotic.
Carefully, Papyrus let go of Mettaton's face, the robot letting out soft little
moans only Papyrus could hear every time the skeleton thrust into him. His
skeletal hands roamed the metallic body: this was different, a good different.
Papyrus felt himself being lost inside as Mettaton rode him, letting his ass
slam against him, feeling his body heat with teenage hormones.
“Ton-Ton, wanna do doggy?” Papyrus muttered, trying to keep himself from
moaning out too loud.
The robot nodded as he raised his ass up, feeling Papyrus' penis slip out. He
and Papyrus moved, a little sloppily from the booze, before he rested his face
on one of the pillows, his butt high in the air. Papyrus grabbed onto his hips,
going completely inside again, causing him to gasp loudly into the pillow,
pleased that he could at least be a little louder than earlier. Papyrus changed
the pace and his thrusts became rougher.
Papyrus was losing it. He was in deeper inside the robot with this position,
getting closer to his climax. It was getting harder for him to keep his voice
down. Mettaton was just too tight for him, even though he did have his dick in
something previously tighter. His mind wandered over to Sans. It wasn't much of
a surprise though, Sans was much smaller than Mettaton, but the tightness Sans
had was pure bliss.
Papyrus felt himself climax, moaning Mettaton's name as he pulled his hair. He
felt his eye lights roll all the way back as he felt his body spasm and twitch,
Mettaton’s ass milking him dry. Slowly, Papyrus rolled over off Mettaton,
curling himself up on his bed. Even though his body felt amazing from being
with him, his soul felt the sharp pain of regret. He hated himself for sleeping
with Mettaton after hours of his relationship ending. His heart still belonged
to Sans, and he felt that he had betrayed him. Papyrus felt like a complete
ass.
~*~*~*~
Sans was looking at his phone. The small skeleton had lost count at how many
times he had read it. GET DUNKED ON. The hacker was a serious ass, but at the
same time, with all that was going on, Sans knew he wasn’t exactly being a cup
of rainbows either. He was so cruel to Papyrus and after the rest of the day to
calm down and think about everything clearer, he knew he needed to apologize.
He wanted the lankier skeleton back. He knew very well that he couldn’t deal
with this alone and lashing out at Papyrus and the others didn’t help, nor was
it going to make the situation any better. He grabbed his car keys and bolted
from the house before getting into his car. He knew now where Papyrus lived and
he was going to go to him and apologize for being the world’s worst boyfriend.
Sans had one mission and one mission only; Get Papyrus Back. If he could
resolve this train wreck with Papyrus, it didn’t matter what happened with the
hacker. Hell, at this point, if making things work out with Papyrus meant
putting a live stream of just getting purely fucked by a thousand random people
in one sitting for the entire world to see, he would do it. Just so long as
Papyrus was there for him, holding his hand, everything was going to be
alright. Nothing else mattered.
Sans didn’t know how many stop signs he had passed and he was sure he was
speeding half the way to his ex’s place, but as soon as he reached it, he saw a
tall skeleton with the monster that called himself Grillby. Sans stepped out,
seeing their faces plastered with brows raised in curiosity. The skeleton had
cold, harsh eyes that felt like they were penetrating his bones as he leaned
forward in his porch chair.
“It’s the kid from last night,” Grillz stated casually. His arms were crossed,
his legs folded together as his back was resting against the house.
“Who’d have thought the shit head of a son would have a rich friend,” the
skeleton laughed as he took a hit from a cigar before blowing it in Sans face,
making him cough. This must be Papyrus’ father. Both of them looked very
similar, Paps having softer features than his old man. Sans could easily tell
that he was much taller between the two and felt nervous when he stood up,
seeming like a giant to him, who wasn’t even five feet.
He and Grillby walked into the house, nodding his head towards this tiny
weakling to follow. Opening the fridge he offered Sans a beer, which he refused
the offer, kindly letting him know that he did not drink. He scrunched his face
and walked out to the backyard, “What kind of fag doesn’t take a good beer, let
alone drink?”
Sans felt his body tense momentarily before realizing that it wasn’t a jab at
his sexuality, but more at how he just didn’t want to drink. He stood there in
the kitchen for a moment longer when he realized the elemental was still in the
room with him. Grillby was staring out the back door like he was watching for
something.
“Kid, do me a favor and take Papyrus home with you, along with his friend.
We’re getting close to what we need in a ‘project’ of ours and I don’t want
Papyrus here for his own safety. You think you can let him stay with you for a
while?”
Sans nodded slowly, afraid that his tone would give away how scared he was. He
needed to keep himself together and could feel his courage crawling away the
longer he stood there.
Grillby gave him the okay to head upstairs. Once Sans was back in the living
room he quickly covered his face with the sleeve of his sweater. It reeked of
piss, beer, and cigar smoke. He couldn't understand how somebody could live in
a place like this, though he finally understood why Papyrus would try and spend
so much time over at his place instead of this house.
Climbing the stairs and reaching the top Sans spotted Mettaton walking out of a
door. He was smiling sadly to himself, though he was shocked to find Sans
walking towards him. The smaller skeleton saw orange stains on the robot's leg
and hair and his soul sank. He wasn't stupid. He knew what happened between
them. Even though it hurt, he needed to push that aside. He needed to get
Papyrus out of there.
“Sans,” Mettaton spoke sternly.
“I’m sorry,” Sans whispered softly.
“Mettaton, Sans is going to take you home,” Grillby stated causing Sans to
jump. He had no idea he was followed.
“I’m perfectly fine. I can get there on my own.”
“No, he’s taking you. Go and tell Papyrus he has five minutes to get the hell
out of here. His father has some shit that needs to be done.”
Mettaton looked down at Sans before sighing, motioning for him to follow. They
walked into Papyrus’ room, Sans completely shocked at the state he was in. He
was disheveled, magic going haywire. Papyrus was just crying. “Papy?” Sans
rushed over to him, kneeling on the side of the bed. Hearing and feeling the
weight of the smaller monster had him look up, orange tear stains on his face.
“Sans?”
“Papy, I’m so sorry. I was angry. I didn’t mean any of what I said,” Sans
hugged Papyrus tightly while he sat up.
“I-I thought we were finished…”
“I didn't mean it,” Sans whispered tenderly.
“I'm so sorry, Sans. I don't deserve you,” Papyrus began sobbing in his drunken
state.
“It’s okay, Papy. It’s okay.”
“I just… I just...” Papyrus was gasping for air, realization hitting him.
“It's alright, you’re drunk. I know it was my fault that you were drinking. I
don’t blame you for anything.”
“Sans I feel sick,” Papyrus was crying almost like a child, his head resting on
Sans shoulder as he clung to him.
“It’s okay. Pappy, I’m so sor-” Suddenly, Papyrus had upchucked, it sliding
down Sans back and soaking through his sweater. Sans whimpered in disgust as he
felt the puke hit his bones, his face twisted in a grimace. This wasn’t
anyone’s fault except his own. Papyrus wouldn’t be in this state if it wasn’t
for him.
“Mettaton, can you let Grillby know that I need a quick shower? Paps had an
accident.” Sans stated as calmly as he could.
~*~*~*~
Sans was wearing a shirt that was probably 3 sizes too big on him. Papyrus
wasn’t a big guy, he was rather lanky, but Sans was very short, and things that
everybody else his age wore was normally too big for him. Papyrus was zoning in
and out from his drunken sleep while Sans started for a random burger joint. He
wanted to get some food in Papyrus to hopefully help soak up as much of the
liquor he had consumed and didn’t puke up, and he heard from somewhere eating
greasy food was helpful.
“So, you guys slept together?” Sans spoke as he began to pull up to a fast-food
place, heading for the drive-thru.
“Yeah… I can understand if you’re pissed.”
“I am pissed,” Sans muttered, “but not at you or him. I’m angry at myself. Paps
was only trying to help me and I just blew up.”
It was pretty busy for a Sunday, the drive through line moving slowly. It would
have been quicker to go inside but neither one of them wanted to get out.
Dealing with other people and monsters was not exactly a ‘want to do’ at the
moment. Mettaton rested his face in his hand as he propped his elbow on the
door. “You were acting like a major dick earlier.”
“No, dicks are nicer than me,” Sans muttered. The car in front of him moved
forward and he did the same.
“Sans, you’re going through a lot right now,” Mettaton spoke.
“And? That’s still no excuse to treat you all and Papyrus like shit.”
“So you aren’t mad that I slept with him?”
“Not really, besides, he's really drunk,” Sans sighed as he continued pulling
forward when given the chance. “I fucked up when I snapped at him like that and
things ended the way they did. So really, I can't really blame either of you.
I’d probably have done the same thing.”
Sans sighed as they finally reached the intercom, the girl on the other end
asking for their order, “You want anything? I’m buying.”
Mettaton nodded and they ordered their food. As soon as they got their stuff,
Sans drove away and parked in an empty lot down the road. He didn’t want anyone
to see if Papyrus got sick again. Sans quickly climbed to the back with
Papyrus’ food and helped him sit up.
“Pappy, here, eat something. It’ll help,” he whispered softly.
“Sans, I’m sorry.”
“Shush now, it’s alright. I’m the one who should apologize for everything.”
“I shouldn’t have taken those pictures. I should have listened to you, Sans,”
Papyrus slurred his words as he gripped onto Sans shoulders, trying to steady
himself.
“Pappy, it’s alright. I’m not mad anymore. I just want you to eat something. We
can talk about everything later.”
Mettaton heard the crinkling of wrappers and listened to their conversation as
he slowly ate his food, his mind reeling in his own thoughts. He remembered how
he felt when he found out that Papyrus and Sans were dating, and how much it
angered him. He couldn't see how Papyrus was in love with this guy: this stick
in the mud, this nerd who was practically nothing and yet Papyrus fell head
over heels for him.
Back when they were in Jr. High, Mettaton remembered when he came back from
some tour or concert how he would have Papyrus spend days with him at his
place. He remembered how their friendship eventually turned into friends with
benefits. They went promising that they wouldn't fall for each other, but the
moment that Papyrus told him that he was dating Sans after they got into High
school, Mettaton realized that he was in love with one of his best friends. He
broke his promise. It was because Papyrus didn't see Mettaton as some
superstar. He saw him as Ton-Ton. It only pissed him off that he now couldn’t
have him. He felt like Sans was stealing one of the few people he truly cared
about, and the robot deeply hated Sans for it.
Looking at Sans right now, caring for Papyrus, showed him how much Sans and
Papyrus cared about each other. It made him sick with how much he now hated
himself for thinking such horrible thoughts about his ‘rival’. He felt like
such a hypocrite and a prick.
Chapter End Notes
     Many of you, who were following on Tumblr, will notice that we ADDED
     a very spicy scene to the story! A few were asking gio if she would
     do a short of what happened between Papyrus and Mettaton and it was
     felt that this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. We hope
     you enjoyed the addition!
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Love finds a way. It might be in a drunken haze, but it finds a way.
Chapter Notes
     Hey, guys and gals! Sorry for the lateness in getting Chapter 9 up!
     Awesome enough, giogiostar will be coming to visit me with her hubs
     TOMORROW so I've been cleaning the house like crazy.... I AM SO
     EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! We both live in the same state, but it's
     hard because it's still a 5-6 hour trip so the fact this is happening
     I'm freaking out! XD
     Originally, in the Tumblr version, Sans and Papyrus thought they had
     broken it off but they never really did which is why it sent Papyrus
     into apologizing like he did. I found it kinda off that, after a
     fight like that, we didn't really clarify if they did actually break
     up or not. They did in this updated version, which is why Sans is so
     torn.
     Also, it seems that we never really clarified about Grillby. He
     doesn't live with Papyrus and his dad, he's just there often enough
     that's he's always around when they show up. Thanks for asking sin-
     sius!! <3
     Enough talking, let's get this show on the road!!
Sans couldn’t hate himself any more than at this very moment. If he had just
kept his anger under control, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t be
half forcing Papyrus to eat his meal, due to his crazed emotional drinking, nor
would he have had to talk with Mettaton about how much of a jerk he was to him
and the others. He felt like the worst monster on the planet right now.
After he drove Mettaton home Sans drove to his place, pulling into the driveway
and carefully helping Papyrus out, taking a few breaks in between getting him
from the car to the house. Even though Papyrus was nothing but a skeleton, his
bones were way heavier than Sans would normally be able to carry. Once he
carried Papyrus into the house, Sans got him situated on the sofa. He knew full
well that there was no way in hell he would be able to carry Papyrus up his
stairs like this and was surprised enough that he was able to help get him
inside.
After making sure the slowly sobering skeleton wouldn’t fall off the sofa, Sans
went upstairs to his father's old room, pausing at the door. He hated going in
there and only would go in it for something he couldn’t find anywhere else.
Other than that, he never went in. He didn't even let others spend the night in
that room. It still hurt too much to be in the room for long. Taking a deep
breath he entered, quickly grabbing the extra thick blanket from the old
closet, then rushing back downstairs to cover up Papyrus and make sure he was
comfortable. Papyrus mumbled before fully passing out.
Everything was his fault; all the petty fights they had, the stress, his
emotions going crazy and taking it out on Papyrus, their breakup, Papyrus
getting drunk and sleeping with Mettaton, and now this. Even though he wanted
to get mad (Sans really wanted to get angry at both of them) he knew it
wouldn't do any good. He hated himself and wished that Papyrus did too. Hearing
his drunken talk in his room and in the car showed he wasn’t being blamed, and
it stung his soul. He didn’t know what to do.
He made his way into the kitchen, getting a stool to reach up at the cabinets
to get a glass. He hated being so short, but there wasn't much that he could
do. He got his stoutness from his mother, from what his father said and
pictures he’d seen. He couldn't even remember her voice, but everyone who knew
her said she was really soft spoken but radiated kindness. Her smile was so
bright that people sort of flocked to her. It was how she and dad met.
Smiling at the thought of her, Sans discovered his father's liquor cabinet,
taking out a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. He never really
liked the taste of alcohol, but he just needed something to numb him, and
whiskey was one of the few drinks he could stand well enough. He shot it as
quickly as he could which proved to be a bad idea. It took everything Sans had
to not upchuck the liquid, and once he was able to keep it in his system, he
poured another and took to drinking it slower.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans lost count how many drinks he had within the last hour or so. He was on
the floor glancing at his phone, reading the messages when suddenly his
notification ringtone went off with a new message. An unknown number with a
video attachment was just what he fucking needed right now. He rolled his eyes
as he opened it, instantly feeling his marrow run cold as he saw a video of
Papyrus and Mettaton with the message attached reading:
HOW SILLY OF YOU TO THINK THINGS WILL BE FIXED AFTER THIS.
Sans could feel himself shake as the glass he was holding shattered. Marrow
dripped from his phalanges and palm, hitting the floor with a little ‘blip’
each time it fell.
“Shit,” Sans hissed as he stood up. It stung to hell and back. Grabbing a dish
towel, he went upstairs to the bathroom, turning the sink on and allowing the
water to hit his hand. The water felt cool as it worked into the cuts and
surrounded his hand, watching with an intoxicated interest as it swirled the
leaking bone marrow down the drain. Sans quickly shook himself out of the
trance and began looking through his medicine cabinet for bandages. He could
feel himself tearing up as he wrapped the material around his hand.
Once he was done, he went downstairs and back into the kitchen. Grabbing the
whiskey bottle by its neck, Sans took a big swig of it as he picked up his
phone to watch the video. He could feel the whiskey slide down easier as he
continued drinking, his soul soaking the numbing liquid like a sponge as he
watched his boyfriend going at it with Mettaton.
After the 2nd time watching Sans finally could truly understand why people
would want to drink their troubles away. He was back down on the kitchen floor,
pressing his head into the cupboards as he watched Papyrus take Mettaton over
and over. He knew that he shouldn’t watch this, but it was like a horrific
train wreck. He wanted to turn away, needed to, but the horror it possessed
captivated him. No matter how hard he tried to look away, he couldn't.
Papyrus held Mettaton by his thighs as he rammed himself in the robot, who was
crying out in pleasure while Papyrus drunkenly fucked him. Sans blushed deeply.
He saw Papyrus throw Mettaton’s legs over his shoulders, clearly looking like
he was getting deeper into him. Mettaton was screaming out Paps name, begging
for him to punish him harder, and Papyrus always complied by screwing him even
rougher. Sans flinched when he saw how Papyrus would kiss the robot as he
continued to move his hips.
After what felt like hours, Sans did something he wouldn’t have ever thought he
would do, sent a message to Frisk asking her, “Please ask the hacker if they
are going to show the video they just sent me. They know what I’m talking
about.” Sans waited about five minutes for a reply, taking yet another swig
from the bottle when Frisk assured the smaller skeleton that ‘no and that they
had no intention of sharing the video’. Sans sighed as he re-watched his
boyfriend with another person.
Sans groaned as he continued to drink straight from the bottle, and so far, he
was not being a complete asshole. All he wanted to do was cry. The joke was on
the hacker though. They probably showed Sans this video because they figured
that Sans and Paps were still together when it happened and that the taller
skeleton was cheating on him. It didn’t matter anyway… He was going to have to
tell Paps that the hacker had a video of him and Mettaton but they had no
intention of showing it to the world. It was probably because, if anything,
they both would just high-five each other and turn it into a giant joke, and
the school would assume that they were both drunk and just tease them for a few
months and drop it. There was no real reward for the hacker to send that video
out to the public. It only benefited to show only Sans the video.
“Sans?” Papyrus whimpered still in his stupor.
Sans staggered, tripping over air as he walked over to Papyrus. The smaller
skeleton’s face was flushed with alcohol. Sans still held the whiskey in one
hand, bandages mixed with marrow and magic wrapped around the other. The room
was spinning for Sans, but he didn’t care. This was easier to deal with than
what would be happening this week.
“Yeah, Pappy?” Sans slurred his words.
“What time is it?”
Sans looked at his phone. It was already 5 in the morning. Sans took another
swig before telling Papyrus the time.
“Are you drunk?” Papyrus asked rubbing his head.
“I think so,” Sans said, honestly not sure if he was or wasn't.
“Sans, you’re not a drinker, what happened?” Papyrus was concerned.
“The hacker was messing with me all night,” Sans muttered under his breath. He
kept his face turned away, staring at the floor.
Papyrus brushed his fingers along Sans arm which caused the other to flinch. He
sat up to make room for him as he flopped down, and they sat there for a few
moments, Sans continuing to drink. Paps wished that he didn’t drink last night
so that way he would have been able to help Sans out. He didn’t know what to
do, so he wrapped an arm around Sans shoulders and held him. It was all he
could do without screwing something else up.
“Can you touch me?” Sans whimpered as he placed his hand inside his pants,
rubbing his pelvis roughly. He didn’t care. He couldn’t give a shit about
anything anymore.
“Sans, you’re drunk,” Papyrus spoke softly.
“I need you,” Sans whimpered as he continued fondling himself. The rough bone
on bone feeling had his magic pooling, quickly forming his dick and lower ecto
body.
“Sans, that’s the liquor talking. Give me the bottle.”
“No,” was all he could say as he pulled the bottle away from Paps outstretched
hand. Brow raised, he looked at Papyrus, a look that was not only testing him
but daring him to try and take away the only thing that numbed his emotions.
Tipping the bottle back to his mouth again, Sans starts gulping as his other
hand pulled out his formed cock. Using his unharmed hand he began stroking
himself, his speed slow and giving to the watching eye socket.
Papyrus wasn’t sure what to do. Frankly, he wanted to stop Sans from doing
anything rash, and hell if he wasn’t 100% sure what he should do. Papyrus
really wanted to jump Sans as he moved away from him and settled into sitting
on the coffee table. Watching him masturbate on the couch was really making him
hard, the way he behaved was nothing but screaming for him to take Sans right
at that moment. On the other hand, he had already fucked up because of him
combining sex and liquor, and Papyrus didn’t want to make another mistake like
it again. Was this really what Sans wanted, or was it the drink talking? Still
feeling hazy he reached for the bottle slowly while Sans moaned, distracted by
his own motions. Grabbing the neck of the bottle, he pulled himself back with
all of his willpower and set the bottle on the table next to him, Sans
whimpering and moans growing as he stopped his movements.
“Sans, don't stop,” Papyrus whispered. Sweat started building across his brow
and he wiped his arm across, the pain in his head being ignored. It was going
to be one hell of a hangover.
Surprised, Sans took both hands and began rubbing, thumbs exploring the tip
causing precum to form. Using it as lube, he started picking up speed as he
forced himself further into the couch, his back arching slightly at his own
touch. Breath quickening, he moans without letting off. Never had he done
something so lewd in front of someone, let alone his ex. Sure, sex was one
thing, but allowing yourself to be seen in such a state could be downright
mortifying. And here he was, drunk and jerking off in front of Papyrus.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Papyrus grabbed Sans arms, pinning them
above his head, tongue hanging out and a look of satisfaction radiating from
his face. Squirming, Sans tried to break free, only to have his mouth filled
with the orange tongue, thick and slick, eyes fluttering as the appendage
slipped in, down his throat, and back out in slow movements. This gave Papyrus
time to grab hold of Sans hard on and start jerking him off. He wanted nothing
more than to fuck his ass until his soul burst, but this wasn’t about what he
wanted. This was about Sans. This was about bringing him comfort, and damn it
all if he could only do this one thing.
Throwing his head back Sans muffled cries grew louder. Without missing a beat
Papyrus took his own cock out and, after straddling Sans lap, wrapped his hand
around both their dicks. He held them together, eyes dead set on the
expressions Sans was making while he squirmed, trying to get some sort of
stimulation while growing impatient with Papyrus and his lack of movement. They
weren’t together at this moment. He may be hungover, but Sans still needed to
give him consent.
“Sans, tell me you want this. Shit, tell me you want this!”
“Fuck you and fuck me already!”
Papyrus went back to kissing him, moving his hips in time to Sans’ thrusts,
growls, and moans of his own escaping. He withdrew his tongue, giving Sans
enough time to cry out before forcing their mouths together again into a raging
skeleton kiss. It was fast, sloppy, and carnal as a drunk nerd and a hungover
jock rutted together.
It didn’t take long. In a flood of wrecked pleasure, Sans came hard, milky blue
magic spilling over Paps dick and chest which sent Papyrus over the edge and he
too cums. Jolts of what felt like lightning made bones rattle as they both
released their pent up tension. Collapsing against the back of the couch
Papyrus’ body forces Sans further into it, their breathing synced. He wished he
could do more to him, but by now his head was pounding.
“Do we have to go to school?” Papyrus winced, “I’m still dealing with a
hangover.”
“I’m still drunk, what do you think?”
“I’ll carry you to the bed once I can catch my breath,” Papyrus whispered,
leaning down to hover above Sans’ mouth briefly before tenderly kissing him.
After he caught his breath, he carried Sans upstairs and tucked the smaller
skeleton into bed, looking at Sans' hand.
“Geez, Sans what did you do to yourself?”
Sans looked at his hand and looked away, slurring his words while he spoke, “I
broke a glass.”
Papyrus felt bad for being blackout drunk for almost all of it. However, at the
same time, he still felt a bit angry about everything Sans said. Both skeletons
jumped at the sudden ring from their phones, Sans sitting up quickly to unlock
his phone, seeing that it wasn’t, but in fact, Papyrus’. He swiped the code to
his phone quickly, seeing the hacker had sent him a message. Papyrus blushed
deeply when he realized that it was a video of him and Mettaton with a message
attached saying:
AW LOOK AT WHAT YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO PUT UP WITH ALL NIGHT :D
Papyrus could feel himself drain seeing as he had no idea of the extent of how
far he went, but to think that this is what Sans had to look at all night made
Papyrus' soul sink. It made him ill just imagining Sans sitting alone
somewhere, may it have been in his own room, in the living room while he slept
or any other room in his home, torturing himself by watching the video. Papyrus
knew that Sans had a problem with punishing himself too harshly when he felt
like he fucked up.
“I shouldn’t have talked to you like that,” Sans said meekly.
Papyrus looked at him sadly and pulled him close. “I should have backed off to
let you vent but instead I tried coddling you. I also shouldn’t have pushed
you.”
“Do…was….ugh I mean... Papyrus, did you like being with Mettaton better?” Sans
struggled for words in the beginning, but sorrow seemed to be the only way that
forced him to spit out his question. They really needed to discuss this. “I-
it's okay if you do. I mean I wouldn't blame you. Hell, I would have done the
same to me with how I treated you,” tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
Papyrus wasn’t too surprised to hear this. When he saw those cyan tears pooling
in his sockets he sat down next to him and quickly kissed them away. He hated
seeing Sans beating himself up like this. This wasn't his fault. This wasn't
Sans’ fault. This was the Hackers. Whoever this bastard was they were trying to
get in-between them in an attempt to just fuck them both over.
“Sans, I love you and only you. What happened with Mettaton was a drunken
mistake. I swear to you, it didn’t mean anything. I am so sorry you had to see
it. Can we… try again?”
“I-I'm so sorry P-Papy... I don’t w-want to do t-this without you!” Sans buried
his face in Paps shirt as he continued to cry, hiccupping as those muffled
breaths turned into sobs.
Papyrus rubbed circles in the small of the smaller skeleton’s spine, trying to
calm him down as he held him. Stars, he knew that Sans needed rest more than
anything right now, especially after everything that has happened in such a
short amount of time in addition to the drinking. After some time of soothing
back rubs, Papyrus was finally able to get Sans to calm down and fall asleep.
Gently laying him down, Papyrus quietly left the room, heading downstairs as he
began taking out a cigarette and lighter, smoking as he sat on the couch.
Papyrus sighed in annoyance as he finished his last cancer stick. He wasn't too
thrilled that it was his last pack. This hacker owed him a lot of money because
of how stressed he was. Papyrus sighed when he heard Sans phone from upstairs.
He climbed the stairs really quick, relieved that the small skeleton was still
sleeping. He looked at the phone, seeing that it was a call from somebody with
the name Tori. He didn’t know who this Tori was, so he answered.
“Hello?” Papyrus answered, heading back downstairs as to not wake Sans up.
“Who is this, you aren’t Sans.” An older woman’s voice came through the
speaker, firm but concerned.
“Mrs. D?” Papyrus was shocked. How did Sans know their teacher so well that he
had her in his contacts by her first name?
“Papyrus, why do you have Sans’ phone? Is he there?”
“He is, though he’s sleeping. Sans is sick and I’m taking care of him,” Papyrus
stated.
“That explains why you both aren’t in school. What does he have?”
“A stomach bug. He was throwing up pretty bad last night.” Papyrus lied.
There was no way he was going to tell their teacher that they both got shit
faced drunk and had to skip school to nurse a hangover, especially because both
of them were not old enough to drink.
“Papyrus, you’re good friends with Sans, yes?” Tori asked.
“Yeah. Why?” Papyrus didn’t know where this was going and it started making him
a little uncomfortable.
“I’ve been hearing around school that somebody forced Sans to come out as gay.
Is it true?”
He sucked a breath in, hesitant to answer, “Yeah… he’s been having a rough time
with it,” Papyrus sighed, “Why do you ask?”
“I was really good friends with Sans’ parents before they passed away. Even
though Sans is emancipated, I still help him out with things like going to the
doctor and signing important documents for him. I was worried about this
happening and I’m going to have to set up an appointment for him to talk to
somebody.”
“Ever since Gaster, his father, passed away, Sans has closed himself off. He
used to be so outgoing, smiling and laughing a lot, and he had friends before
he moved up to high school. But when his father passed away, Sans emotionally
became fragile. I’m scared that this might push him over the edge and Sans is
too much of a sweet child to deal with this.” Tori spoke softly; Papyrus could
hear the concern in her voice. He always felt he could trust her.
“Uh, Mrs. D, can you keep a secret?” Papyrus asked nervously.
“It depends, what kind of secret is it dear?”
“I’m dating Sans, I’m gay…” Papyrus felt his voice shake, feeling nauseous that
she might give the opposite reaction he was hoping for.
“That’s fine, dear. Just take care of Sans, and don’t do anything stupid.” Tori
spoke gently.
“Okay. I’ll let Sans know you called.”
Papyrus hung up. He couldn’t believe that he just came out to somebody. His
friends who knew really didn’t count because they were either gay or bi and it
wasn’t like they would reject him. He literally just went out to one of his
teachers, the one that really didn’t like him all too much. His soul was
pounding in his chest. He couldn’t even believe that he did it. It felt
liberating that he knew now that somebody else was aware of his secret, and he
could trust her enough to go to her with worries and questions, or even just
vent about it.
His father was a raging homophobe that he knew if he came out; he was probably
going to get his ass beat and kicked out of the house. He was never going to
come out to his father unless if he knew that he had a place to stay,
otherwise, he was just going to have to tough it out. He liked having a roof
over his head and was willing to keep his trap shut. Knowing he could go to an
adult for help, who knew his secret, was liberating.
Papyrus slowly went up the stairs, seeing that it was already 10 in the
morning. He opened the bedroom door to see Sans sitting up. He was looking at
his bandaged hand, and at this moment, he just wanted to take away all of his
pain and take it for himself. He wanted nothing more than for Sans to be happy.
“Hey, Sansy,” Papyrus spoke sweetly as he walked over to Sans, climbing on the
bed to him.
“Hey,” Sans spoke softly.
“How you feeling?” Papyrus asked.
“My head is killing me, and I feel like I want to puke,” Sans muttered.
“Alcohol does that.”
“I’m sorry I was super clingy last night. I never did that before,” Sans
whispered, feeling ashamed.
“It’s okay. I thought it was pretty hot, actually. Never thought you had it in
ya to do something that spontaneous.”
Sans blushed deeply at what Papyrus was saying. He remembered what happened
during their drunken sex, although, really, it was just Sans furiously
masturbating while they put their dicks together to jerk each other off. But it
couldn’t have been the weirdest thing ever.
“Hey, come on, let’s go watch a movie. We’ll watch whatever you want. Today is
your day. We are doing whatever you want to do.”
“Well, I wanted to read actually. If you want, I can read you what I have been
reading,” Sans smiled warmly.
“I’d love that.” Papyrus smiled back as he laid down, letting Sans get his
book.
~*~*~*~*~
“I felt like I was about to explode. I was too sensitive, the steaming hot
water still hitting me while Samantha was blowing me. And I’m sure she knew
that-”
“You’re reading erotica?!” Papyrus was shocked that his boyfriend was reading
him porn. It was a good 20 minutes after Sans returned with his book from the
library downstairs and they were back lounging together on his bed.
“I already read this part, and this is a good scene,” Sans muttered under his
breathe. He puffed his cheeks out while his blush crept over his face.
“Shit Sans, if you really wanted to fuck we could have just done it in the
shower like Sam and Alex in the book.”
“Paaaaapppppyyyyy,” He covered his face with the book, his magic lighting their
corner of the room making Papyrus laugh. Sans was just so cute sometimes.
“Awww, come one Sans. Pleeeeaaaaassssseeee”
“Screw it! I’m not reading to you ever again.”
“I’m curious how you even got a hold of an adult book.”
“...I bought it online.”
Papyrus laughed as he snuggled closer to Sans, “Continue reading. I like
listening to you...”
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     More good times for our boys! Toriel feels the need to take a certain
     matter into her own hands, and after discussing with the Dean what
     does she have up her sleeves? What can she do to hopefully get
     through to the students?
Chapter Notes
     Sorry, I'm late this week guys! Truth be told, I kinda forgot it was
     Saturday.
     Though this is happiness for Sans and Papyrus, this chapter really
     focuses' on bullying. Please see the 'End Notes' concerning certain
     scenes in today's chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I think I handled that quite well, Toriel thought to herself as she hung up the
phone. She was in her office at the school during one of her free periods,
noticing that Sans wasn’t in her homeroom. Being absent was not something Sans
took lightly and was always on time nor was he ever absent. There were very few
times that he was, being sick or having to deal with issues from important
documents concerning work his father was in charge of. Other than that, clean
record.
Sighing, she removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes, chuckling to herself. Who
would have thought that Papyrus, of all monsters, was gay AND in a relationship
with one of her best students who turned out to also be gay? They were two
completely different monsters. She had heard plenty of rumors about Sans, so
she had her speculation about him, so it wasn’t a complete shock when Papyrus
confirmed that rumor to be true. For Papyrus to come out of the closet to her,
now THAT was a surprise. She always had thought he might go for one of the
girls who hung off his arms admiring him. Guess not, she laughed through her
nose.
Standing up, her thoughts a jumbled mess from student affairs and worry about
her friend's child, Tori walked to the teachers’ lounge to freshen her coffee
before her next class. There was always a lot of gossip flying around, and she
felt she needed to put an end to some of the gossips the teachers would yap
about before students heard and ran off to play telephone.
“I’m telling you, we need to put a stop to this before it gets out of control,”
Toriel heard a voice from down the hall. “There are already pictures flying
around with him sucking someone’s magic. My daughter showed them to me and I
was shocked, SHOCKED!”
“It’s not that I’m worried about the fact that he’s gay. It’s the fact that
students are sending these pictures to each other. What if parents are finding
these on student’s phones and blaming the school? He does have his uniform on
in most of them. This could cause a complete and utter uproar if w…”
“It will only happen if we allow it, Charles.”
Almost half the staff was in the teachers’ lounge, all noise ceasing as Toriel
spoke and entered. They all knew how close she was to Sans and to his deceased
parents, and knew she would defend the student in any way. Charles, swallowing
rather too loudly and clearing his throat, stepped toward her.
“Toriel, what do you suggest we do with this situation? Most of the students
that have a cell phone or computer have those pictures. It’s only a matter of
time before we get a call from any parent and all hell breaks loose.”
“We will handle it as we have in the past,” she spoke calmly and firmly. “We
have a zero tolerance policy for bullying for a reason. We will hold an
emergency assembly today, no waiting for this to get out of hand. We will also
print out notes that every student must have signed by a parent informing them
of this. They will have 2 days to get them turned into their homeroom teacher.
If we do not receive these notes back WITH a parental signature the student
will receive disciplinary action. I will NOT have something like this get
ignored. Is that clear to everyone?”
After receiving nods and a few whoops from the younger teachers, Toriel left,
heading straight for the intercom room in the main office, making a stop at the
dean’s office. Knocking, she allows herself in before she receives an answer.
Behind the giant desk is none other than the dean, Asgore Dreemurr. A giant of
a man, his voice alone makes monsters stop in their tracks, and that’s his
gentle speaking voice. Head resting on his desk, not even looking up, he
motions for Toriel to sit before sighing heavy.
“I take it you have spoken to the teachers about what the best point of action
is?”
“Yes. We will have an emergency assembly today, no waiting for this to get out
of hand. We wi…”
“You know that will not stop anything that Sans will have to deal with when he
arrives back? You know that, even with informing the parents that we’re
handling this in the best way possible, the students will have no mercy. He
will be harassed, verbally and physically. We will have to have a teacher at
his side every minute of the school day, but as soon as that final bell rings
we cannot give him the protection needed. This might be what finally breaks
him. What are we supposed to do?”
Tears stinging the old deans’ eyes and he lifts his head, searching Tori's face
for any signs, “We made a promise to protect him, Tori. How can we do that when
he insists on living on his own, only calling us if we’re needed to sign a
piece of paper? How can we protect our dear friends’ son?”
“Papyrus is with him Asgore. He is… Sans’ boyfriend. To my understanding, we
are the only two that know about Papyrus, besides his friends and Sans, and
both of them are absent today due to Sans being ill. Probably worried himself
sick about coming back to school today to face everyone. If anyone can protect
him where we cannot, it’s Papyrus.”
A smile creeps onto his face, slowly brushing the tears away with his hand.
“Our star soccer player? Well, in all my years I never thought that kid cared
about anyone but himself. Okay, we have a ‘game plan’. Let’s get this sorted
out shall we?”
“Of course dear,” Toriel smiles before getting up and kissing him on the
forehead. She then excused herself and left, heading once again to the intercom
room to make the announcement about the assembly. She would do everything in
her power at the high school to give Sans as much peace of mind as possible. If
that meant being the teacher to follow him around, so be it.
~*~*~*~*~
“Wowie Sans. That was, well, something else. Where did you say you got this
again?”
“The internet. I bought it some time ago and only recently started reading it.
Figured I was already out as a pervert so might as well read how I want.”
Laughing, Papyrus hugged his boyfriend tightly from behind. Sans had continued
reading his erotic book even after he poked fun at him, and honestly, the story
was better than he thought. The plot was something less to be desired, but the
intense scenes drew him in. Now, he was comfortable and horny.
Snuggling into Sans neck he sighed, his breath falling heavy on the bones in
front of him. Feeling Sans twitch from the sudden motion he smiled; this might
be a little easier than he thought. He was already aroused from listening to
Sans and no normal person or monster could resist after hearing what his
boyfriend was reading.
“Mmmmm, Sans. I still liked that shower scene from shortly after you started
reading. I was thinking maybe we could reenact it a little,” Papyrus said
softly, hands shifting so they caressed the other's ribs. “If anything we do
need to clean up from earlier,” Papyrus wanted to make a point about how last
night they were both plastered but decided against it. Panting heavy, Sans
broke away from Papyrus, standing up and practically marching to the bathroom.
“That’s fine! We can do that! Only cleaning that is our objective!” Why was he
feeling so weird?
Laughing again, Paps followed him to the bathroom, only to find Sans having
started the shower, his shirt already halfway off. Someone seemed a little
eager and… was he nervous? Moving closer he grabbed Sans and sat him on the
counter, his tongue licking and teasing his vertebrae. “Saaaans you taste so
good.”
“We really need to w-wash ahh…” Sans exposed his neck further, Paps fully
taking advantage. This continued on until they finally reached the shower,
where they did indeed reenact the entire scene from the book. Intense and
erotic was everything the shower was, with little cleaning to be done.
After 45 minutes of ‘cleaning’, they lay in the tub allowing the spray of water
to hit them. Sans, lying on top of Papyrus looked at him and smiled.
“So, I’ve lost count how many times we’ve had sex.” Sans sighed as he nuzzled
his head more into Papyrus's chest.
“Same here, though… you regret any of it? Any of the time we’ve had together?”
“Not even a little.”
There was no hesitation in his answer. Papyrus kissed Sans forehead before they
both got out of the shower. Drying off in the tub they headed back to Sans'
room to relax, both with only a towel covering their pelvis’ as they laid on
the bed.
“Oh hey, I forgot to tell you Mrs. D called.”
“PAPS! You should have told me right away! What did she need?”
“Basically, she heard the rumors about you taking it in the ass, and was
worrying about you since you weren’t at school,” Papyrus scratched the back of
his head.
Sans looked down at the bed, rolling his eyes at how Papyrus put it, “Yeah,
sounds like her.”
“I also may or may not have told her that we sorta kinda are slightly dating,”
Papyrus could feel a blush come on his face as he scratched the tip of his
nasal cavity with his index finger.
Sans jolted up and looked Papyrus. Papyrus knew that Sans wasn't going to take
that news all too well, especially since he has been dealing with a lot since
the hacker had sent out his pictures to the school. It probably didn't help
much with Papyrus telling Mrs. D that they were an item.
“YOU DIDN’T?!”
“I don’t think she’ll tell anybody, and even if she does, you know I don't
care.”
“Yea but I care!” Sans pouted, crossing his arms and turning his back to Paps.
Papyrus hugged Sans and placed little kisses on his cheek, “Don't pout, it
doesn’t suit you.”
Sans could feel the blush on his face growing, “Yeah, yeah, suck up.”
Papyrus snickered at that remark and reached behind Sans going under his towel
and grabbing his tail bone making Sans gasp. Papyrus laughed loudly at his
expression.
“Hey, quit it! I'm still m-mad,” Sans was squirming, trying to swat the others
hand away.
Papyrus smirked as he moved his hand up, rubbing his spine making Sans blush
deeply and moan out. Before Sans could realize it, he was under Papyrus,
blushing bright blue as he felt the taller skeleton's fingers trace up his
spine and ribs. Slowly he traced up to his neck, Sans feeling the chill of his
lust the entire time.
“Damn you’re so fucking cute, Sans,” Papyrus whispered, his voice husky with
desire as he formed his ecto-cock. His towel rose to the occasion, making Sans
whimper after removing the ‘garment’ to present his magic.
Papyrus let out his long tongue teasingly, shifting his body to where his
pelvis was over Sans’ face and he looking down at his. Licking delicately
against Sans' pelvic bone, Papyrus pressed his cock to Sans mouth. The small
skeleton couldn't resist as he took the length in, Papyrus letting out a low
moan into San's pelvis, both of them focused on pleasing their partner. Sans
huffed as he began deep throating his boyfriend's dick.
The small skeleton thrust his hips up, trying to make sure that Papyrus would
press harder into his weakness. Sans wrapped his arms around the crests above
him, trying to keep his balance as he continued fellatio. He knew that Papyrus
wasn't going to be able to last much longer. A few more minutes and Sans would
feel Papyrus's penis throb just seconds before Papyrus came.
Sans prepared himself for his boyfriend's load. And once he felt Papyrus losing
it, Sans took his dick deeper down his throat, milking the orange magic dry
like he was dying of thirst. He felt Papyrus pull out, Sans huffing as he
showed Papyrus his mouth. Blue mixed with Papyrus's orange juices. Before he
could say anything, Sans swallowed what little he held of the remaining load,
causing Paps to lose his shit.
Sans felt his body going numb with passion as they continued their dark ride.
This was the first time Sans ever skipped school to do something like this.
Even though, it originally started off as him nursing a hangover. Ideally, he
would have just stayed home for a bit and once he got better, he would have
gone back to school, and even though he was better, he continued just relaxing
at home with Papyrus, letting their hormones take over. Sans smiled seductively
to Papyrus as he allowed himself to be lost in a sea of lust and heated
excitement, both of them ignoring their phones as their friends tried to get a
hold of them.
~*~*~*~*~
“Hey nerds, over here!” Undyne called out to Mettaton and Alphys as she
motioned for them to sit with her. They had been ushered into the gym by
classroom and now sat on the bleachers waiting.
Earlier in the morning, there was an announcement for an emergency assembly for
the entire school to attend. They know it was most likely about Sans and the
pictures. The teachers were going to find out about them sooner or later, but
this quickly was a bit of a shock.
Mettaton had wanted to talk and apologize to Sans about what happened
yesterday. He had never felt guilty over anything in his life, but the entire
night his soul was prickled with guilt and he knew he had to talk to him one on
one. He felt somewhat responsible…
“M-Mettaton? Are you okay?”
He snapped out of his thoughts as Alphys held onto his arm. She wore a
concerned and tired expression, possibly thinking this was about Sans’ outburst
yesterday. Neither of the girls knew what conspired at Papyrus’ place and he
meant to keep it that way. Flashing one of his fabulous grins he wrapped his
arms around the yellow lizard, “I’m absolutely wonderful! A little worried
about this assembly, but nothing I don’t think we couldn’t handle!”
Alphys squeaked in surprise, Undyne laughing at her startled noises. They
continued to talk amongst themselves, and after what seemed like thirty minutes
or so, the teachers began to settle the students down as Dean Asgore started
talking.
“Good afternoon students,” Asgore waited for everybody to respond before
continuing, “Today, it brings me great displeasure that we have to interrupt
your education. Many of the teachers have brought to my attention that there
are some students bullying others. This school has a zero tolerance to
bullying. If you are caught harassing another student, we will take the
appropriate disciplinary means. In addition to this, we also need to discuss a
very dire situation. Mrs. Dremuurr will take it from here.” Asgore finished and
moved to the side of the microphone stand, gesturing his hand towards it as
Toriel made her way forward.
Toriel nodded to her husband in a polite smile before starting, before facing
the students, her expression changed to one of seriousness. “It has come to our
attention that there is a set of pictures going around the campus of a student
in a provocative situation.” Many students started murmuring amongst each
other. Some hadn’t received the pictures yet, poking their friends if they had
seen them or not, others promising to send it to their friends who hadn’t
gotten it after the assembly. Toriel was not amused by the idle chatter. “If
anybody is caught with these photos on their person, at any given time, they
will be immediately suspended. This is a place of peace and knowledge and we
will not tolerate anybody disrupting another student’s education in such lewd
manners.”
She took a deep breath, nodding to their video tech before they started
lowering the projector, “Today, I want to share something I found not too long
ago. It may hit close to home for many of you, and though it may be upsetting,
I feel that it’s the perfect moment to show all of you.” She called for the
lights to be turned down as the video started playing. A voice rang through the
auditorium as they began speaking, their words poetic.
As the students began watching, many started shedding tears. Undyne leaned over
and held Alphys close to her as the smaller monster started sobbing while
Mettaton held a hand over his mouth, his body shaking as he listened to the
poem. The message hit the robot hard because of what transpired over the
weekend. Seeing Sans and Papyrus struggling because of the hacker, as well as
what he had done way before, sent a wave of shame as the poem was ending. He
remembered a lot of the hurtful words he said to Sans before he got to know
him.
As soon as the video ended, the lights turned back on and Toriel stood to
speak, many of the students staying silent except for their muffled crying
breaths.
“I know that was very emotional for some of you, but while we were all watching
this, already a person was being bullied. Now, look around you. Count four
people, including yourself. One of you will eventually be bullied or has been
bullied this year. This is not right. That is why many of you have already come
out, saying that they are being bullied. But sadly, there are more people who
are experiencing it but are too afraid to say anything.”
“Now, how many of you want or feel safe in school?” Everybody raised their
hands.
“Unfortunately, many don’t. Those who are in the gay community do not get this
comfort. Statistically, 64% of students feel unsafe because of their sexual
orientation, and 44% because of their gender expression. Now, we all saw the
video. Everybody here, monster and human, have feelings. We feel therefore we
hurt. We feel joy and pain. We are the same, despite looking different.”
“Those who have been bullied relentlessly are more likely to commit suicide.
And let me tell you as a mother who lost a child, your death will kill your
parents on the inside. Even if we aren’t able to take the time for you, you are
worth so much more.”
“So please, if you see somebody being bullied, stand up for them. You are not
weak in doing so. Show mercy to them. You do not know what they are going
through in their personal life and in doing so, you might save them,” Tori
finished speaking.
Many of the students only clapped while Undyne, Alphys, and Mettaton with other
random students were cheering as she finished. She stepped back to let Asgore
have the microphone again. He began talking about how everybody was going to be
getting a paper to send home to their parents and or guardians to sign and
return, explaining that the paper discussed the picture incident, what was
talked about in this assembly and plans for action. He let them know that they
had to turn in the paper within the next two days. After this was said everyone
left and returned back to the classes they were previously in.
“Hey, let’s do something for Sans,” Mettaton smiled, flipping his hair.
“Yeah! Let’s go get a giant fucking cake!”
“I saw th-the other week th-this anime shirt that I knew h-he might like.”
“We’ll get the stuff and surprise him.” Undyne had a look of determination in
her eyes as she nudged Mettaton with a giant grin.
~*~*~*~*~
Classes were let out early. Most of the students, after watching the video
Toriel showed during the assembly, were upset and/or dragged themselves from
the gym. Shortly after that, an announcement over the intercom by Dean Asgore
informed everyone that classes were canceled for the rest of the day and would
continue the following day. He reminded everyone about the slips needed to be
turned in and to have a safe afternoon.
Thankful to leave early Undyne, Alphy, and Mettaton took off toward the mall to
find the shirt Alphy wanted to get for Sans. By the time they found the shirt
there was only one size left: an XL.
“Well, maybe h-he can wear it for p-pajamas?”
“He’s going to look so adorkable! Papyrus will love it too I’m sure darling!”
“It’s settled. Let’s head to the corner store and grab us a cake and get over
there. Let’s hope they’re not doing the tongue tango when we arrive!” Undyne
wrapped her arm around Alphys waist, shaking her eyebrows at her.
“T-t-t-t-tongue tango?!” Alphys’ blush could be seen from across the mall and
the three hurried out with Undyne and MTT laughing.
~*~*~*~*~
This had to have been the best day Sans ever had. After FINALLY getting cleaned
up without things getting TOO heated, he and Papyrus put on a movie and were
relaxing on the couch. Sans had nuzzled his skull under Paps mandible and was
almost drifting off to sleep, nothing more calming for him than lying against
the tall skeleton, his steady breathing lulling him to sleep. Everything felt
like it was going right, even if he had to miss school.
Papyrus was about to shut the t.v. off when a pounding force almost knocked the
door down (pun intended!) and startled both of them into sitting up alarmed.
Sans, after finally fallen asleep, awoke with a cry while Papyrus started
cursing while almost jumping over the couch.
“HEY, YOU SEX FIENDS! OPEN UP WE BROUGHT CAKE!”
Feeling a little pissed off, Papyrus moved Sans to the couch before heading to
the door to rip it open, his face twisted with annoyance as his three friends
stood on the deck with a giant chocolate cake, balloons, and a few gifts. His
face adjusted quickly from ‘I’m going to kill you’ to ‘what the hell is this?’
He face palmed himself and moved back out of the doorway.
“Get your asses in here and tell me what the fuck is going on! You scared the
shit out of us!”
“Why aren’t you in school?! It’s only 1 pm!” Sans asked suddenly when he saw
the group half run in and into the living room.
“T-they let us o-out early.”
“Yeah! Mrs. D called an emergency assembly and spoke to the entire school about
bullying and showed us this crazy emotional video about it. Didn’t look like
there was a dry eye in the place! They, well, they discussed the pictures,
Sans.”
Sans froze from getting off the couch, eye sockets wide. His soul started
feeling tight and Papyrus, sensing Sans was in distress, went and scooped him
into a hug. He started cooing to the side of his skull trying to calm him back
down, rubbing his back tenderly. Sans clung to him like a koala. It would have
been completely adorable if he wasn’t looking like he might start
hyperventilating at any second.
“Sans, hey it’s okay. I’m sure they didn’t say anything about who it was about.
The school has a no tolerance policy on these things, so it was to be expected.
It’s okay Sans. It’s okay.”
“Yes darling. They said nothing about whom it was concerning, and it seemed
like a lot of the students didn’t even receive them. None the less, they sent
home these letters for every parent to sign, stating that,” Mettaton pulled out
his form, reading what would interest Sans the most, ‘If your child or children
has a computer and/or cell phone please verify that there are no pictures of
any kind concerning any students of the school in suggestive positions. If so,
please delete all files and sign this form. Have your child or children return
by Wednesday.’ There’s nothing on here saying it’s you dear!”
Just as Sans was about to answer, his phone rings. Picking up, Tori's voice
flows through the speaker. “Hello, Sans. I’m sure by now Papyrus’ friends have
arrived. I spoke to Alphys and she said she would make sure they told you what
was going on at school. Are you okay my child?”
“No. I’m scared and not even sure if I even want to return tomorrow. You know,
I’m sure Dean Asgore knows, and half the school knows. What am I supposed to
do?” He was breathing as steady as he could, but the more he talked the more he
felt his voice shaking. Damn his anxiety.
“You have to be brave Sans. You have to stand strong and show them that this
isn’t going to bring you down. You’re going to fight this. When we had the
students in the gym, watching what I showed, so many of them had looks of fear
and of understanding. I’m sure you have many who will stand up for you Sans.
Look for them and surround yourself with them. You’ll be okay.”
With that, they said their goodbyes, Toriel telling him that if he needed
anything anytime to call or talk to her at school. Hugging the trembling figure
tightly, Papyrus sits on the couch and consoles him in his lap until Undyne
breaks the ice.
“Okay nerds and sports stars! We didn’t come all the way here with cake and
gifts to have it turn into a water show! Sans, get that little ass over here
and open these already!”
Chapter End Notes
     The video Toriel showered is called "To This Day Project" by Shane
     Koyczan. You can find the video here: https://www.youtube.com/
     watch?v=ltun92DfnPY
     The main focus of our story is not only Sans and Papyrus'
     relationship but the fact of how strong bullying still is. A lot of
     us understand and feel what Sans is going through to the point where
     it hurts to read things that remind us of what we ourselves went
     through. The constant pain just from waking up in the morning and
     knowing it's a school day and instead of preparing ourselves to learn
     we're preparing and fixing the wall that was chipped away the day
     before. That it's a constant battle to try and just make it one more
     day, just one more and then we can go home and hide away.
     Sometimes we can't just hide, and we have to shrink down into nothing
     to try and repair what little we could against those we live with,
     who think nothing of the war we're facing and pretend that we're
     nothing more than their punching bags. Like we don't know how it
     feels and they have to teach us...
     It's not okay. BULLYING IS NEVER OKAY! Never.
     Thank you to giogiostar for finding and using the video above and
     implement it into the story.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter by saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     It's Sans first day back to school, and it goes as expected.
Chapter Notes
     Hooooooly crap I'm sorry for how late I got this out today! It's
     still Saturday, just very very late.
     I honestly feel like this chapter is off, but after working on it for
     over 5-6 hours there really wasn't a lot more I could do. My editing
     skills can only go so far XD
     We had a couple of chapters of fluff, so now that Sans is back at
     school, well, get ready guys cause this rides gonna get hairy fast!
Sans felt overwhelmed; first by the phone call and the information about the
assembly, and secondly that he was now surrounded by Papyrus’ three best
friends with each of them holding a gift. A cake sat on the coffee table,
whipped chocolate frosting slathered on the top. His birthday wasn't until the
fall and as far as Sans knew, there wasn't anything going on that would require
them to give him presents.
“H-Here Sans, I-I thought you’d l-like it,” Alphys handed hers over first. The
bag was bright and loud, everything Alphys honestly wasn’t, but he knew it was
the bag of one of his favorite stores at the mall. Glancing in he found a large
T-shirt. He gave a look, realizing that it was the same shirt that he had been
eyeing for a month at the mall. It had one of his favorite anime characters
doing a really flashy pose. He thought that the shirt would have already been
sold out by now.
“Wow,” he took it out noticing the size and laughed, “thanks, I love it.”
Alphys smiled and looked over at Undyne who handed him a book. Instantly, Sans
recognized the book cover. He couldn't believe that Undyne had given him it.
This was the next volume of the books that he had been reading, but everywhere
he looked he couldn’t find it. He had near stars in his eyes when Undyne tossed
it at him.
“Here dork, I know you like this stuff,” Undyne smirked.
“How did you find this, I’ve been looking like crazy for it!”
“I know the covers and I have my ways,” she laughed as she nudged Alphys. “I
sorta kinda read them too.”
Sans blushed deeply as he looked over at Mettaton. The robot smiled gingerly as
he handed Sans a box. Everything Mettaton did seem to drip with his ego.
Normally, Sans would just take Mettaton's attitude as him being a huge jerk,
but as Sans has spent time with him, he began to see that Mettaton really did
mean well. He really did try hard a good portion of the time; it just came out
wrong.
“I wasn’t sure what you would like darling, so I got you a new pair of sneakers
and these are in this year, honey.”
Sans looked at the light blue sneakers as he could feel tears well in his eye
sockets. He couldn't believe that all of Papyrus's friends were being so nice
to him. They finally accepted him as one of them. For the first time since his
father had passed away, Sans had genuine friends who cared about him, and it
made him happier than he thought he could be.
“This is the best day I‘ve had in a very long time,” Sans could feel the tears
running down his face, “Thank you, guys. I can't believe all this,” he was
fully crying from joy at this point.
Papyrus hugged Sans tenderly as his boyfriend got emotional. He knew that Sans
had a rough time making friends from what Mrs. D told him and from what he saw
at school. He knew that his boyfriend would normally put an arrogant front
because of him not wanting others to get close to him. But Sans was now
starting to come out of his shell. He was visibly much happier, even though
they were going through the hacker problem.
“We're your friend’s twerp! We just want to see you happy again and not having
to suffer from all this alone,” Undyne spoke as she patted him on the shoulder
before Alphys returned with plates and forks.
“W-we want to h-help you S-Saaaaaahhhh! Undyne!!”
“FUCK YEAH! CAKE TIME!!”
~*~*~*~*~
It was starting to get late when anyone noticed the time, and Sans knew that
pretty soon they were going to have to take them back home. Mettaton had a limo
and driver, but it would have taken quite a bit of time to get there and it
would be easier to drive them home himself, not that he minded of course.
Papyrus was going to continue crashing at his place since his father forbade
him from returning to the house for unknown reasons. He only shook his head and
said it was ‘typical’ for it to happen.
“So, Sans, darling, will you be at school tomorrow?”
Sans was pulled from his thoughts, completely unsure, but once he looked up at
Papyrus he sighed, “Yeah, I mean, I have you guys there to support me and back
me up. So, what else can I do? Obviously, there are steps taken to help me so
why disappoint?”
“We’ll keep you safe, Sans. I promise!” Undyne laughed with all the others
agreeing.
“I’ll kick the ass of anyone that says a damn thing to you,” Papyrus said as he
took out a fresh pack of cigs, courtesy of Undyne.
Sans smiled and relaxed knowing that all his friends had his back, watching as
Papyrus was playfully acting like a jerk, pretending to kick them out of the
house. He and Undyne started wrestling each other in the hallway. Whoops, and
hollers surrounded by Alphys’ fretting and Mettaton’s laughing was perfect and
it caused him to chuckle while grabbing his car keys, letting Papyrus know that
he was going to drive. Sans wasn't in the mood of having him mess with the
driver seat since Paps liked throwing the pillow God knows where and moving the
seat back.
Everyone piled in, and they got dropped off furthest to closest, Mettaton not
so surprisingly furthest away. He loved his space and having more room the
better. Alphys was next since she lived a few streets down from Mettaton, and
finally, Undyne who fist-bumped the taller from the passenger window before
trekking off into her house.
“Hey, mind if we make a quick stop at my place? I don’t have any of my uniforms
and I have a feeling it might be a while until I’m allowed back.”
“That’s fine with me but what if your dad’s there?”
“I’ll just grab my shit and go, tell em that I was there for school stuff.”
When they reached his place, Papyrus got out of the car, asking for Sans to
stay in the vehicle until he got back. When he walked in he was relieved to see
that his father wasn’t home. Sighing in relief he quickly climbed the stairs to
his room and grabbed all his uniforms for school as well as extra everyday
things. He wasn’t sure when he would be back, and it was just better to get
what he needed now instead of having to return later. Somewhere in his
nonexistent gut, he felt like this was going to lead to some major changes. He
shrugged it off and exited his room, duffle slung over his shoulder.
As soon as he got everything else that he might have needed, he headed straight
back to the car, Sans looking at him with a big goofy smile, “Today was a
really good day Papy.”
“I’m glad to hear that. They really do care about you, ya know?”
“Heh, yeah they do.”
They sat in a comfortable silence, Sans driving leading them to pull into the
driveway. “What was your favorite thing that happened?”
“Hmm, I don’t know… It’s between this afternoon and the party, honestly,” Sans
blushed, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. Papyrus arched a brow in
curiosity, running through what all the did before realizing what he meant.
“Well, the day’s not over yet. And we could always continue to reenact a few
more scenes from that book of yours,” Papyrus smirked.
Sans blushed deeper as he tried to hide his face with his hands. As much as he
wanted to do just that, he was just so embarrassed that Papyrus would simply
throw out the suggestion as if it were nothing, and even though Sans knew it
was to be expected for Papyrus to act so lewd, it surprised him regardless.
“P-Paps!”
Papyrus laughed was hearty as they headed into the house.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans was laying down on the couch watching some television while Papyrus was in
the kitchen. He was bored out of his mind and desperately wanting to change the
channel but his boyfriend was a big sports fan and he said they could watch the
game. He thought that sports were so boring but he held his tongue because he
knew that Paps had been waiting all month to see this one particular game.
Occasionally, Papyrus would stick his head out from the kitchen to see the
television, either cursing or cheering at the t.v.
After a while, Papyrus had finished cooking. The only thing he could make was
pasta. It had gotten consistently better over the last few months though it did
come out either too crunchy or soft at times. Funny enough he was much better
at making macaroni and cheese.
“If you want, you can change it,” Papyrus said as he took note of Sans boredom
with the soccer match, handing him a plate of the pasta covered in sauce and
cheese. Sans accepted it and instantly dug in, happy with having real food
instant of more sugar. The noodles were near perfect this time and were those
chunks of tomato?
“Nah, it’s fine. I know you want to watch it and you’re always doing what I
want to do.”
“But you hate sports. Actually surprised you go to watch me play.”
“It’s because you look really hot in those shorts.”
“Oho realllllly? Well hey, look at that guy, he’s pretty cute,” Papyrus said as
he pointed at one of the players, “Has a cute ass too.”
“Most of them have a cute ass,” Sans laughed.
Papyrus would point out at each player, asking Sans if he thought they looked
cute. Sans response was varied, from some mehs to hell yes and hell no, both
enjoying their meals throughout the match and their conversation.
‘You know which soccer player I think has the hottest ass in the world?”
“Who?”
Sans put his empty plate down, wrapping his arms around Papyrus before winking
at him, “You.”
“Pfffft Sans, we’re fucking skeletons, we don’t have asses.”
“Shut up, idiot. I’m trying to hit on you,” Sans pouted before laughing to
himself.
Papyrus chuckled as he stood with their plates, depositing them into the
kitchen with Sans on his heels. Figuring food needed to be put away; he found
it was already done as he was picked up by his boyfriend, carrying him to their
bedroom. Sleep would be the last thing on either of their minds, Sans giggling
as Papyrus began planting kisses his neck. All Sans could do was just gaze at
Papyrus, his face flushed with cyan as he was placed in the middle of the bed.
Papyrus had started getting into the habit of covering the webcam on Sans'
computer including placing their phones in the bedside drawer. Even though they
used them previously for their alarms, Sans had an old bell alarm from before
he got his cell. They didn't want to give more ammunition to the hacker if they
were watching while it brought a lot of comfort to Sans.
Slowly, Papyrus and Sans began to undress. Tonight, they were going to just
enjoy their partner's company. Tonight, Papyrus was going to have nothing but
the taste of his lover, and Sans didn’t feel like he had to hide.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans was starting to regret showing up to school. He had PE for first period.
He had already 5 different people pinpoint him playing dodge ball. The first
couple times he let slide because it was the point of the game. Of course, he
was going to get hit and naturally you get the wind knocked out of you, but it
continued to happen. It got to a point where he knew that they were doing this
on purpose.
He was already sitting out because of the rules, there wasn't any good reason
for them to continue it when suddenly the ball hits him right in the head.
Looking up he spots the student who had thrown it, getting high fives from his
buddies. Sans sockets narrow into a glare as he shakes it off to get up and
approach his teacher.
“Uh, Coach? Can I talk to you?” Sans asked, trying to discreetly pull the coach
aside. Sadly his coach was never one to be quiet and always bellowed every word
out like he was a blow horn.
“Gaster! What seems to be the issue? If you’re going to bitch about getting hit
you need to man up and get in there!”
“Coach, you mind if I head to the showers?”
“You can either shower with the other guys OR you can take 5 laps and spend the
rest of the day in your own man sweat! Get back out there and play some
dodgeball!”
The warning bell for the P.E. classes sounded that had coach stiffening his
shoulders.
“Get out of here you smelly little creations! I want you all smelling like
something other than your nasty man musk!”
There was nothing that Sans wanted to do more than head to the shower and
locker rooms. If he wasn’t such a clean monster he would change quickly and run
out, but he was pretty sure he’d get hell for that as well. No point in giving
the school more ammunition to shit on his day with.
The shower room was nothing short than expecting. Sans stayed in the furthest
stall possible, away from everyone else. Nobody cared as everyone just wanted
to get cleaned and get to their next class in time. It wasn’t until Sans
thought the locker room was near empty that he ventured out to get dressed.
Nearly done, he gets roughly shoved against his locker door, a palm on his back
and pain in his face.
“So, the pervert decides to come to school even though he should know just to
stay away. Maybe he needs a little lesson in keeping his mouth shut.”
“F-fuck off Marcus. I don’t want any trouble and am just trying to get to
class.”
He gets yanked away and turned around before getting slammed back into his
locker. Marcus and four other students surrounded him, all five jeering at him,
“Fuck off huh little Sansy? Sounds more like a plea than a command. Looks like
we might have to get a little rough with you, maybe to teach you….”
“What are you still doing in there? Get out and get to class,” coach yells as
he enters the room.
Seeing Marcus and the other students around Sans, his eyes narrow, “Sans, does
there seem to be a problem here?”
Watching out of the corner of his socket, Sans sees the look from Marcus before
shrugging, “No sir, we don’t have any problems here.” Smacking the hand off his
uniform shirt, he finishes getting his things and walks past the group.
Sans heard a faint whisper as he passed Marcus and his friends.
“Not one word, little Sansy…”
Exiting the locker room, he sighed heavy and walks to his next class.
Thankfully it was Literature and he and Undyne shared it. At least he would
have one friend in the class.
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
The rest of the day proceeded as normally as possible. Thankfully, his last
class was homeroom and Mrs. D was his homeroom teacher. She was also his
Literature teacher, and it helped that he had the chance to have a teacher who
wouldn’t tolerate any ill will toward him. His other teachers tried their best,
but it was Papyrus and the others who would always interfere if needed.
It wasn’t until the end of the day that things turned for the best. Papyrus was
already outside the classroom door, waiting for Sans and Alphy to exit when he
playfully slugged Sans in the shoulder, face spread out in a giant smile.
“Welp, you made it! You doing okay?”
“I’ll be okay once we’re out of here, Paps.”
“We’re almost out, don’t worry. We’re meeting Undyne and Mettaton later at your
house. Alphy, you’re welcomed to ride over there now with us if you want.”
“N-no thank you. I need to w-work on some th-things in the science lab. Undyne
w-will get me later.”
Waving his hand in a goodbye motion, Papyrus calls over his shoulder, “We’ll
see you later then,” before placing his hand on Sans head and moving him toward
the staircase.
Passing other students, whispers start, “You don’t think it was Papyrus in
those photos, do you?”
“No way! You can’t be serious; he wouldn’t be caught dead dating a sicko like
him!”
“But they...”
Sans soul sunk when he heard the group of girls gossiping, without being sure
if Papyrus had heard them or not. If he did, he wasn’t showing any indication
that it bothered him, and that, for some reason, bothered Sans. He was going to
have to talk with him when they got home.
Both skeletons walked to the car silently. Papyrus was looking at Sans, seeing
how he remained silent the entire walk. It would have been normal if the nerd
had been quiet because he had his nose stuck in a book. But he didn't. Sans had
worry plastered all over his face.
“Sans, what's the matter?” Papyrus asked.
“Nothing.”
“Sans, talk to me. I know something’s bothering you. Don’t bottle it in.”
“Just had some trouble in P.E that’s all, and the sooner we get away from this
place the better. I also don’t want you going to the assholes and make it
harder for me.”
Papyrus spoke softly reaching the car and opening the passenger door, “Who was
giving you a hard time?”
“I don’t want you to worry about it, just some guys,” Sans was trying to keep
himself from getting upset as he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the
car.
“I'll talk to them,” Papyrus had a dark smile as he climbed in, “And give them
a reason to fight. Just tell me who they are and...”
“No, Papy.”
“Do you REALLY want me to not talk to them? I’ll do what you want, even if it
means that I can’t knock the shit out of them.”
“Don’t talk to anyone. Act as if you don’t even know what they did,” Sans told
Papyrus.
“I can’t if I don’t know who they are, so tell me.”
“No!”
Papyrus looked at Sans in annoyance, grunting in annoyance. Clearly, he wasn’t
happy about it. Ever since the hacker forced Sans out of the closet, it made
Papyrus realize that he was going to have to come out sooner or later. And even
though he was absolutely terrified of coming out himself, he wanted to so that
Sans wasn’t alone. They could stop hiding their relationship and just live
normally, without having to sneak around and hide things and be able to show
off how much he was happy with Sans. Papyrus felt that hiding their love was
making it look wrong, and it wasn’t. It was like any other love. It was just
between two guys.
Sans made good points whenever they discussed the topic; just because they
weren’t doing anything wrong didn’t mean others felt the same way. They knew
that if Papyrus came out, there was a good chance he would lose a lot. Going
into soccer was a dream come true for Papyrus, it being his opportunity to be
the first person in his family to actually go to college. Half of his family
only either finished high school or dropped out of school and in the beginning,
Papyrus was heading the same road. Asgore saw him playing soccer one day and
told him to go try out for soccer, starting him in the right direction.
“When is Undyne coming over?” Sans suddenly asked.
“I don’t know, why do you ask?”
“I was thinking that maybe you should pretend to date her. That way people
won’t catch on that you’re gay.”
“Sans, why would you want me to do that?” Papyrus definitely didn’t like where
this was leading. He leaned against the door as Sans pulled up to the house.
“Some people are starting to put two and two together. I don’t want anybody to
find out that those pictures of me sucking dick are really of you getting the
blow job. I overheard some people talking today about the pictures and they
were talking about how you and I are always together.” Sans stated as he shut
the engine off and got out.
“Sans, why are you so persistent about me staying in the closet?” Papyrus
finally asked.
“I don’t want you getting hurt. Please, trust me on this, Paps. I know that
you’re popular and people aren’t going to physically hurt you but they are
going to talk shit. And I know how you get. I don’t want you overhearing
somebody talking shit about you and you end up trying to fight them.” Sans
muttered as he got out his house keys. “And then you get suspended or expelled
and I know this sounds selfish, but I don’t want that to happen because then
I’ll be alone. And then EVERYBODY is going to go at me worse than they already
are.” Sans sighed as he opened the door, putting his bag on the side table.
Papyrus was completely caught off guard. He thought that Sans just didn’t want
people to hurt his feelings. He didn’t know that Sans was fighting so hard for
him to stay in the closet because he trying to keep him from getting suspended,
and worse because he didn’t know that his boyfriend was terrified of being
alone in school. Well fuck.
“Alright, I won’t come out. I’ll try and not fight you over it anymore.”
If it kept Sans some peace of mind, he really wouldn’t fight him anymore about
it. He’ll stay in the closet until the time was better to come out. He knew
that Undyne would come over today along with Alphys and Mettaton, so he would
just talk to Undyne in private. A cover up sounded like a great idea, but this
made him feel ill. Funny enough she’d probably go along with it.
“Really?” Sans looked at Papyrus with a cocked eyesocket.
“Yeah, I don’t want you stressing over something like this. There’s already too
much on your plate and if me just staying in the closet and continue making
everybody think I’m straight, then alright. I’ll do it.”
“Really Paps?”
“Really really,” He smiled tenderly.
Papyrus kissed Sans on the top of his skull, smiling that Sans was relaxed with
the situation. Still, they weren’t out of the woods quite yet. The hacker still
hadn’t shown the porn video to the school and Paps saw how nervous Sans was
during the day. He only let out when homeroom was over because that meant that
the hacker was either going to fuck with him again, or the hacker was going to
give him a break. Sadly it was always the first.
Slowly, Papyrus started kissing Sans more sweetly, Sans moaning softly as he
tugged on his shirt. Both of them tried to make it to Sans room, only for Sans
to trip over his own feet and pull Papyrus onto the stairs in a heap. Neither
seemed to care that they were at the foot of the stairs; casually tossing
clothes around as they continued their heated make out session.
Papyrus carefully let his phalanges trace throughout Sans rib cage, Sans
letting out a soft moan as he teased Paps pelvic bone. Their bodies flushed
with magic as they continued to tease each other, touches feeling like mini
electric shocks of pleasure as they played around. Papyrus smiled as he noticed
that Sans had formed an entrance for him, his dick twitching with anticipation
in his pants.
Slowly, Papyrus pulled himself free, presenting himself to Sans before tracing
the head of his penis at Sans opening. Sans huffed as he started biting his
knuckles. To Papyrus, Sans never looked so beautiful as he did whenever they
did this. He loved seeing Sans look so flustered. He lost count with how many
times they had sex, but he knew that every time they did, Sans always looked
like it was his first time. He had such innocence about him. Maybe it was
because he had a small body, to begin with. Or maybe it was because he was
socially awkward, but for whatever the reason, Sans would always look amazing
to him.
They suddenly jumped from the loud slamming of the door, combined with Undyne
yelling and demanding for them to open the door, making them both curse under
their breath. “We’re coming,” Papyrus shouted back as he pulled his pants back
up before tossing Sans his sweater. He was about to put his own pants on when
Papyrus blushed and stopped him, noticing that even Sans’ own sweater was two
sizes too big for him. It looked almost like a mini dress, going half way to
his thigh bone.
“Sans, go upstairs and change,” Papyrus looked at him, trying desperately not
to let his blush deepen. He had to get himself under control otherwise he’d
never hear the end of it.
“Okay,” Sans darted up the stairs and to his room, allowing Papyrus to sigh and
compose himself as he opened the door, his friends bursting in all ready to
just have fun hanging out.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     A plan is put into action Tuesday night that greatly upsets Papyrus
     and Alphys, and it seems to work out pretty well, that is until Sans
     enters P.E. Wednesday where Marcus and his buddies are waiting. Sans
     comes close to getting dusted until Mettaton comes to the rescue,
     using his popularity and wait, Sans is HIS boyfriend?! We're getting
     closer to the end of the week. Will the hacker keep their promise of
     showing the video to the entire school?
Chapter Notes
     WHEW!! This was one doozy of a chapter! We usually try and have the
     chapters kept around 4,000 words, even after edits and rewrites, but
     this one both gio and I added/changed scenes to where it explains
     more of things that were never explained before. See which ones you
     can see were added/changed if you read the tumblr version! We got
     over 6,000 words on this one!!
     Also, it wasn't until the last couple of chapters that Sans is
     forming a different kind of sex part more often, the first being when
     they first had sex. I will need to redo the links below to nasty-
     bones comics ((her account got deleted and the links don't work)).
     Obviously, this is the start for things so stay tuned!!
Fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, Sans kept glancing around his living room.
In such a short amount of time, he had gained a boyfriend, who he loved with
all his soul, as well as three wonderful new friends. After the hellish
weekend, he went through, there was nothing that he could want more except for
them to GET THE FUCK OUT.
With all the sex he and Papyrus had over the weekend, it was very difficult to
focus all day in school and then get so close to getting some just to have it
thrown back in his face. The three friends came over to talk plans for the next
day since the hacker didn’t reveal the sex tape. They had extra time to try and
figure out WHO the hacker was and stop them, though it was the furthest thing
from his mind. Shifting next to Papyrus, he fluffed the short sleeved shirt he
was wearing in an attempt to cool himself down.
Pap, noticing how flustered Sans was, wrapped his arm around him and pulled him
closer while whispering, “Try and focus. Imagine what we’ll do once they’re
gone.”
Blushing slightly, Sans tries to straighten his back to look like he’s paying
attention.
“So, I was thinking maybe we could speak to Frisk again and see if she might
actually tell us who it is instead of this ‘It’s someone I’m close to’
bullshit. We know it’s someone they’re close to, but why the hell is she
protecting them when they’re hurting Paps and Sans like this? I’m tired of
sitting here talking when we should be fucking someone up!” Undyne practically
screamed as she slammed her drink on the coffee table.
“We are with you 100% darling, but try to understand that, if we talk to Frisk
again, this might send the hacker over the edge and send the tape out to the
school. Then both boys will be royally screwed into the point that Papyrus
loses any chance he has for his scholarship and Sans school career is shattered
to the point he’d have to drop out and go to another school. We don’t want that
do we?”
“No,” signed the fish monster with Alphy gently rubbing her arm.
It wasn’t then that Sans noticed how close they seemed to be. The look of
tenderness and comfort that Alphy gave Undyne was that of one he’d seen Pap
give him. Were they in the same kind of relationship as he and Papyrus? He’d
have to ask later, but at the moment he needed to throw his idea out.
“Guys, listen. As I was leaving school with Pap I overheard whispering from
some students that he might be the one in the pictures. If word gets out that
he’s the one, we all know what’ll happen, like Mettaton said. I was thinking
that... ” Sans was trying to find the right words, bones rattling nervously,
“well, we need to get their attention away from him and have it focused on me
until everything calms down and we find the hacker. He can’t be seen getting
too close to me at school.”
“What do you suggest then ner-, I mean, Sans?”
“Well, now don’t hate me for this, but I was thinking he needed a girlfriend,
only for school to throw everyone off his trail.” Sans soul started to hurt,
his sockets looking at Papyrus, whose face hadn’t changed much. They knew how
he felt about this, but it was the only way right now that he could see.
“Sweetie, you know I’d do it in a heartbeat! But alas, Alphy built me to be of
the opposite and more dazzling gender, though I do come compatible with both
sets,” Mettaton grinned.
“That’s e-enough Mettaton!”
Deep red spread over Alphys’ face as she waved her hands around in
embarrassment. Laughing, Undyne lifted the lizard onto her lap and hugged her,
causing the yellow monster to flail her arms even more. It was adorable, and
Sans hated his idea even more. Everyone was laughing while Sans cleared his
throat.
“I was thinking, well, maybe Undyne could do it.”
Nothing could have spared Sans for what followed.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT?!”
Alphys’ face was full of rage as she had stood up on Undyne’s lap and screamed
at him. Shock and fear ran through Sans when she jumped down. Nobody thought
she would go from her shy and embarrassed to pissed off within nanoseconds.
“Alphys calm down! It’s the only the logical choice!” Sans buried himself
behind Papyrus’ arm, half using him as a shield. Undyne was actually struggling
to hold Alphys at bay, trying to keep her from jumping the small skeleton.
“But why her?!”
“Because I’m the damn girl next door that’s why…”
Mettaton only looked at everyone as Sans cowered behind Papyrus and Undyne had
a grip on Alphys’ shoulders. This was turning into quite the evening and he was
glad he didn’t stay at school. “Well well well, looks like someone didn’t like
that idea. One. Bit,” he smiled.
“Can it Mett. It’s the only thing that can be done right now to throw everyone
away from the gay mess,” Papyrus looked pissed, but he knew it really was all
they could do for the time being, “If Undyne doesn’t have an issue with it, I
don’t see this going South. She has lived behind my place for years. It would
throw people through a loop, but it would be expected and maybe it might take
enough attention away from Sans to even give him some breathing room while the
school goes all crazy over the new popular couple. It’ll only be until the end
of the week, or until we figure out who the fuck the hacker is.”
“Papy,” Sans whispered through shallow tears.
Alphy’s erratic breathing started to shimmer down, having calmed enough to
lower her head. She hated this idea and felt ashamed for her outburst. Not that
it wasn’t a good one, and it was logical that it was Undyne, but why HER
Undyne. Why her red head?
“I’m sorry S-sans.”
“Me too, for all of this.”
“You don’t have to apologize. You’re kinda taking all the heat for us ya nerd,”
Undyne knelt down and placed her forehead on Alphy’s. They both sighed and
smiled at the other.
“Well, I have never felt like the fifth wheel before!”
“Mettaton…”
Papyrus warned his robotic friend though he was smiling as he stared at the
fish monster and lizard as they embraced. He knew they had a thing, but didn’t
realize that it was this deep. It was probably as deep as his and Sans
relationship and it was comforting to know that they weren’t completely alone
in this battle, in more ways than one.
“Well guys and gals, it’s time to relax for the night and give this a shot
tomorrow. Undyne, meet me at my place and we’ll decide how to enter the
school.”
“Sure, see you, wimps, tomorrow.”
“Bye guys.”
“Bye bye darlings!”
Pap had lead everyone to the door before closing it behind them. Turning to
head into the living room, he was confronted by Sans rushing into his arms.
Tears were running down Sans cheeks, making Paps swipe at his own before
kneeling to comfort him, “Sans, things will work out. It’s okay, we’ll be
okay.”
“You shouldn’t have to do this Pappy. You shouldn’t have to hide, and now we’re
dragging Undyne into it and hurting her and Alphy. I had no idea they were-”
“Shhhhhh, Sans, it’s okay.”
He started planting little kisses to Sans forehead, the smaller of the two
leaning into him as he felt himself warming again. Sans felt comfort in
Papyrus' arms and was relieved that even though this was a good plan, he wasn't
the only one who hated it. He wanted to hate himself for even thinking of it
but knew the other wouldn’t allow him to.
“Now, what do you say we continue from where we left off earlier?”
“I-I don’t Ahhhh!”
He had pulled the collar of Sans shirt down enough to begin licking everywhere
that was reachable. He didn’t show any problems while the others were there,
but deep down it was driving him crazy to have Sans practically in his lap and
not being able to touch, kiss, or tease him. He easily could have, but wouldn’t
have heard the end of it from Undyne, and even though they were discussing the
plan their stairs session sat in the back of his mind and it drove him through
hell to not do a damn thing to relieve the pressure.
Moans escaped from Sans, his face flushing blue as he melted under the others
touches and licks. His hands roamed under his short, stroking his floating ribs
and lightly fingering his spine. Again, not being able to make it to the
bedroom he began begging for him in the entryway, gasps, and moans dripping
with want. “P-please, Papyrus. Don’t make me wait.”
“Hmm not until you say that nickname of yours for me. Implore me,” he growls
near Sans mandible as he unbuttons his pants, reaching for his ass from the
front only to find Sans had made a different kind of opening, one that he
rarely made and only did when he was extremely worked up. His dick throbbed at
the feel of those sweet folds, running a phalange through the middle before
sinking his index and middle fingers in deep, causing Sans to arch his spine
and practically scream.
He continues to cry out as Papyrus thrust his fingers for several minutes,
hilting each time, Sans’ fluids making it that much easier to sink in as deep
as he could get them. Sans’ hips jerked with each thrust, trying to match his
pace before Papyrus found that oh so sweet spot…
“PAPY! GOD PAPY FUCK ME!” His eye lights were shaped like hearts, fresh tears
escaping his sockets while his bones rattled.
“As you wish...”
Unbuttoning his own pants, Papyrus pulled himself free, wasting no time as he
lined up and drove himself into him. He quickly found that sweet spot again and
wasted no time in striking it, erupting cries of pleasure that echoed in the
long hallway as he rammed Sans into the carpet. They carried on for what seemed
like hours. Groans, growls, and yells stimulating the other between touches,
licks, and biting. They ravaged the other, skeletal kisses fierce and wild.
Almost a whole day without sex was brutal. How would they make it during the
rest of the school year?
“Damn Sans, I’m close.”
“Pound me! Fuck me harder!”
After a few more thrusts Papyrus cums, throwing his head back. The sensation of
his ejaculation causes Sans to cum right after with a noiseless voice. Their
bodies twitched and spasmed, soon collapsing into a heap, the floral print of
the carpet spinning wildly for Paps. Grunting, he lifts his head enough to
plant another kiss on his lover, cradling him.
“I love you. Know that will never change, no matter what happens.”
Papyrus helped Sans up once they felt ready to go upstairs. Knowing that
tomorrow was going to be difficult, Sans hated the fact that he even suggested
the idea of Papyrus and Undyne pretending to date. He honestly wasn't sure how
he would feel having to see his boyfriend playing straight just to keep him
from screwing himself over. Even though emotionally he was wrecked, he knew
that logically this was the best option. It presented with the best outcome.
Papyrus and Undyne would be the talk of the school and be more of the focus
than him and the pictures. Hopefully, though doubtful, it might throw the
hacker off.
~*~*~*~*~
Morning came as both began to get ready for school. They ate some breakfast
quickly and made their way to Undyne's. Papyrus was driving silently and all
too soon, they made it to her place, the outside looking almost identical to
how small it was as Papyrus’ home. The metal gate door rusted as the grass in
the small yard grew just as wildly as the other houses. Sans didn't like this
area of the neighborhood. Papyrus and Undyne lived on the bad side of town.
Here, Sans knew he was out of his element. There was danger all the time.
Gangs, drugs, fights, and attacks ran as wildly as the grass in the countless
yards. It was insane that only half a mile from here felt like a whole new
world, a safer world at that. Sans was thankful that Papyrus was staying over
at his place.
Sans lived in the nice part of town, although clearly, he was one of the few
monsters that lived in his neighborhood. Sans only lived there because of how
well off his father was. He could remember when he was younger how his father's
wealth brought problems for him. He was always in public school because that
was what his late mother wanted, but because of him being in public school, he
struggled with making the right friends. He was always the richest kid in
school and many of the children, monster, and human; saw him as a free bank. In
the beginning, he was somewhat fine with it because, in the end, his father was
there for him, but after his father passed, Sans just didn't want to bring in
anybody into his own circle. He didn't want them to think of him as free money
anymore, and in the beginning, when he was tutoring Papyrus, he always was
worried that Papyrus secretly knew of his wealth. It worried him so much so
that he made Papyrus pay him to tutor him in all the subjects he struggled in,
which was just about every subject. But sometime after they started dating,
Sans came clean.
Papyrus' reaction was priceless, his jaw dropped when he finally discovered
just how loaded he was, and it never bothered him. He never asked for Sans to
loan him money, and he always refused it when Sans offered, though he did
accept back everything he paid Sans to tutor him. It was a relief for Sans. The
most that Papyrus ever asked was to drive his father's car, the one that
Papyrus was driving.
Papyrus honked the horn, yelling for the fish monster to get out of the house.
Undyne opened her door, flipping Papyrus off as she jumped over the rusted
gate. Papyrus pressed the button on the side of the door, letting the doors
open. Undyne got in and they were off to school.
“Sans, question, how the hell did a nerd like you get a car like this? I
thought of you as somebody who would get a crappy car, not a fucking car like
this.” Undyne snorted as she rubbed Sans’ head playfully.
“It's my dad's car, and I didn’t want it to sit getting rusted so I decided to
drive it.” Sans flashed a small smile.
“Cool, when are we going to see him?” Undyne laughed while bouncing in the
back.
Both Papyrus and Sans faces dropped. Undyne took notice, slowing her movements,
not sure what she said to turn the atmosphere. Sans just looked at Papyrus, a
hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Well,” Sans was struggling to find the words, knowing that Undyne was unaware
of what happened to his father.
“Undyne, Sans' dad died when he started high school,” Papyrus stated flatly,
knowing that there was no way to really say it since it was still fresh in Sans
soul.
“Oh, shit, I'm sorry,” Undyne really had no idea and felt horrible for even
asking.
“It's alright, not everybody knows. Besides, he was a doctor. He felt that he
earned getting this car. He wanted to give it to me as a gift when I graduated,
but I told him that it was too fancy for my taste.” Sans snorted, “Well, I
guess he got what he wanted in the end. He got to give me this car. I couldn't
even sell it though. It reminds me of him. Smells like him too.” Sans sighed at
the end as he slightly pressed his face on the headrest as he looked at Undyne.
“This is an Audi, right?” Undyne decided that changing the subject would be a
good idea as she rubbed her hand over the seat.
“Yeah, he was going to get a Jaguar, but I begged him not to buy that,” Sans
laughed, really thankful that the subject got changed. They talked and laughed
about random things afterward along the way to school. They all got out and
noticed that school was going to start in about thirty minutes.
“Go ahead and head up to class I’ll see you later,” Papyrus smiled at Sans as
he waved his boyfriend goodbye with a wink.
Sans waved at Papyrus as he walked to the school building. He sighed as he went
to his locker to get ready for the day. Today felt like it was going to be one
of the hardest days in his life. Nowhere near as difficult as it was when the
photos leaked. That was a different difficulty that he would not be able to
compare.
He was finishing up with his locker before he began hearing a lot of the
students going gaga over Papyrus and Undyne. He turned seeing them, his soul
felt ten times heavier. Papyrus was holding Undyne's waist, her arms gingerly
wrapped around him. If he hadn't known that this was just a ploy to keep
Papyrus in the closet, Sans would have believed it. They looked almost as if
they were a few seconds away from running to find an empty classroom. In his
soul, he felt nothing but rage towards Undyne, even though it wasn't her fault.
He just didn't like how she was hanging all over his boyfriend. It took
everything in his own power and self-control from just screaming at her to let
go of Papyrus.
It’s a ruse. It’s not real. It’s a ruse. It’s not real.
He shook his head, clearing all of his darker thoughts as he turned away and
headed for his first-hour gym. Maybe running around like a dumbass would help
clear his mind.
~*~*~*~*~
Gym didn’t go much better for him than yesterday. Marcus and his crew continued
to aim for him in any game and even tripped him at one point, making him crack
his glasses. He had backups at home, but it was going to be a pain regardless
if he stayed in school or went back home to get it. Going at lunch would just
mean he’d lose his parking spot, which would cause him to park further back and
be late to his next class, plus he would miss his chance of seeing Papyrus.
Sans was in the stall showering again as far away from the others, same as the
day before. He wanted to finish as quickly as possible. He didn't want to deal
with Marcus and his dumbass friends. Quickly, Sans ran out of the locker room,
trying to make it to his next class. He just wanted one day where he wouldn't
have to deal with their bullshit.
“Look, boys, it's the little fagot again,” Marcus smirked as he was just a few
feet between Sans and the door to his next class, his chance to freedom.
Sans said nothing just looking down as to avoid eye contact, “Look, I don’t
want any tro…”
He huffed as he felt Marcus grab him, lifting him up a few inches off the
ground. Marcus's friends were instantly surrounding the two, Sans figured it
was in an attempt to keep the teachers from seeing.
“Let's go show him what we do to sick freaks like him!”
Sans struggled to try and get away from them with no results. The other
students were watching as Sans was carried off by two muscular students, many
whispering while they stood there and watched. None of them even attempted to
stop them from what the gang was planning. It was at that point, as he was
struggling to escape, that he was taken into an empty classroom and thrown down
to the floor hard.
“First we're gonna beat the hell out of you, then we're gonna get you naked and
throw you out for the whole school to see!” one of the guys laughed as Sans
eyes grew wide with fear.
“Get away from me,” Sans could feel the panic in him begin to grow as he
shakily stood up. He put his arms over his ribcage protectively, fearful of
what they had in store. If they were to break a rib his soul could get
punctured.
His feet were suddenly kicked out from under him from behind, sending him
sprawling backward, his tailbone hitting first and then his skull. Tears flowed
freely as they started beating him up. He was used to these kinds of beatings,
so the pain was nothing new, but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt
when nobody tried to help him. Many of them watched with blank stares or took
out their phones, either recording or taking pictures of him getting pushed
around.
Sans wanted somebody to just show up so badly, but he knew that everybody had
watched them take him to some random classroom. Nobody said or did anything.
Nobody was going to go in and save him. They were going to beat the crap out of
him and then humiliate him while he was down, maybe even kill him. Sans was
crying hard as he was screaming for help, getting muffled by one of their
uniform neckties. They laughed as they continued pounding on him.
“What a fucking pussy,” one of the guys laughed as they stepped on the corner
of his pelvic bone, his intent clear that he wanted to break a chunk off.
Sans let out a soft groan, blushing in embarrassment when he realized it
sounded like a moan. Nobody ever did that to him, and it scared him when he saw
their reaction to his own; it intrigued them. Why couldn’t they just leave so
he could just go lick his wounds alone. He didn’t want Papyrus or anybody to
see him looking so defeated.
“Look at that; a fag and a slut. This bitch is worse than an actual bitch,”
Marcus snickered.
Sans could barely see, the guys completely breaking his glasses beyond repair.
Sans was completely petrified. He felt like they were going to dust him in the
classroom. And the only thing he could think of was that he didn’t want Papyrus
to be upset.
Sans cried out as he felt whoever had their foot on his pelvis press harder,
feeling more pain than pleasure at this point as he felt the bone start to
give. Sans sobbed as one of them kick him hard, their foot actually going
inside the cavity of his pelvis. It hurt a lot as they struck him, Sans
screaming like he was being stabbed. He wanted to die because then that meant
that this was done and he would never have to deal with this bull shit.
“Hey, look what I found,” Sans heard somebody, trying to look up, but only saw
a fuzzy blur.
“Dude, where you find the bat?”
“Around.”
“So you think his skull will make a good baseball?”
“Let’s find out.”
Sans closed his eyes tightly as he prepared for the blow. This was it. Papyrus,
I’m sorry…
“Hey, cunts, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Sans groaned softly, his bones aching as he tried to curl in on himself. He
lifted his head painfully as he tried to try and see who it was. Unfortunately,
with his poor vision and his glasses completely trashed, he couldn’t see shit
and the abuse and pain made it hard to hear anything clearly.
“What’s it to you?” One of Marcus’ buddies laughed.
“You’re about to make a really bad decision if you decide to continue this shit
with Sans.”
“Why? You his fucking boyfriend or something?”
“And what if I am?” Mettaton spoke darkly, poison leaking from his voice box.
Sans felt his soul shrink in fear from the tone of it. He soon realized who it
was as his head slowly cleared.
He never knew Mettaton could sound so cold and villainous. He sounded like his
words were weapons and that they could kill. He was so nervous. He didn’t know
if he was safer with the bullies or with Mettaton with how the robot was
behaving. Why was he saying that he was his boyfriend…
His sockets widened when he realized what he was doing; even though Mettaton
was popular, everybody knew he was gay. He was the gayest student in the
school, but he never let it faze him. Mettaton was using his popularity to
protect Sans, and if everybody thought that they were an item, then that would
mean that he wouldn’t be getting picked on.
Sans wanted to laugh but his ribs hurt too much, swearing quietly as he felt
one shift. He was impressed that Mettaton came up with the idea on the spot
and, if he wanted, to be honest, didn't think Mettaton could even come up with
an idea like that.
“You wouldn’t date a fucking loser like this shit, Metta.” Marcus laughed.
“He’s my boyfriend and I can reassure you, the only fucking losers I see are
you and your douche nozzle friends,” Mettaton spoke darkly, “Now I’m giving you
guys to the count of three to get the fuck out of here or I’ll rip your fucking
dicks off, shove them so far up your asses you’ll be coughing fucking cum for a
year,” Mettaton’s voice was flowing with venom now.
Sans heard them run like hell out of the room. He tried lifting himself up but
was pressed back down gently, the cold metal of Mettaton’s hand soothing on his
aching shoulder. He was breathing fast, realizing he was going to be okay, his
anxiety now having free rein.
“Shhhhh hey, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner,”
Mettaton spoke softly, the angry chilling tone gone. Students began piling into
the room from the hallway, trying to get a look at what happened. That was
until Undyne got through and began pushing everyone out, threatening students
with losing an eye or arm if they didn’t get the fuck out. The door was slammed
shut after Papyrus and Alphys got in.
“Sans!”
The tears came back full force, feeling Papyrus try to pick him up before
Mettaton stopped him, hearing his voice in pain as he started crying beside
him.
“I’ll be fine,” Sans whispered and softly chuckled, wincing almost immediately.
“I’m taking you home. I don’t care what happens,” Papyrus stated as he
carefully lifted Sans into a sitting position.
“Darling, he needs medical attention, at least looked over by one of the
teachers…”
“Then get Mrs. Dreemurr! NOW!”
As if on cue Toriel burst into the room, havoc exploding in the hallway as
students and teachers scrambled around. Sans didn’t have the energy to even
fight anyone that he would be fine. He just let himself fall asleep in Papyrus’
arms.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans slowly woke up, finding he was lying with only his briefs on, while in his
bed. He felt around for his extra pair of glasses on his bedside and put them
on, noticing that his ribs were bandaged, believing that a few of them were
probably cracked. He wasn’t sure if Papyrus was still in the house or if he
went back to school. Sighing, he slowly got out of bed, his body causing him to
twinge painfully from the beating. Pushing against the wall he carefully
walking towards the stairs, grabbing onto the rail and slowly guided himself
down. It didn’t take long for him to reach the bottom to see Papyrus sitting on
the couch, worry plastered all over his face. The taller skeleton looked like
he was crying.
“Papy?” Sans spoke softly the little nickname he gave Papyrus after they became
cuddly the first time.
Papyrus looked up to see Sans, a smile slowly growing on his face, his eyes
tired and dark. Sans walked as quickly as he could to Papyrus, just wanting to
be scooped up by him into those strong arms and never put down. He grabbed
Papyrus’ shirt tightly as the taller sat down, placing him in his lap to hold
him as delicately as possible.
“Sans, what happened earlier? Mettaton said he found Marcus and his dumb ass
friends about to beat you with a bat. They had… they had already hurt you so
bad. Teachers had to keep Mrs. D at bay while Asgore lead them out one at a
time to their parents. She saw everything they did to you while healing you.
She was pissed.”
“I don’t think they were going to beat me with the bat, Papy,” Sans shuddered
as he recalled how they sounded like they were about to dust him in the
classroom. He soon began explaining what had happened, Papyrus flinching
occasionally as Sans went into full detail about the whole instance. The faces
Papyrus kept making made it seem like he looked sick to his stomach if he had
one, and Sans saw that Papyrus was deeply disturbed by what had happened.
“What did Mettaton tell you?”
“More or less what you said from the point he got there. He said that his
cousin is in your PE class, Blooky, wanted to stop them himself, but because
he’s a very shy and soft-spoken monster he did the next best thing and went to
Mettaton. And Mettaton decided that you’re his boyfriend until this mess is
resolved. I wish we thought of it before you came back to school. Nobody would
have messed with you if they knew you were ‘dating’ one of the popular kids.
Everybody keeps asking Mettaton how you both started dating,” Papyrus laughed
lightly.
“I don’t want to pretend to be dating him,” Sans muttered under his breath.
“And I don’t want to pretend to be dating Undyne, but it’s to help you,”
Papyrus sighed.
Sans put his head on Papyrus’ shoulder as he asked, “And what’s Mettaton’s
story for how he and I started dating?”
“The same way we started dating. Mettaton was the first person I ever told
about the two of us. So he knew what was going on with us from pretty much the
beginning,” Papyrus spoke calmly.
Sans was a little taken aback. Mettaton knew that he was gay before the
pictures came out. He shouldn’t have been surprised but he was. Sans didn’t
know Mettaton all too well until after he started dating Papyrus. It felt weird
that he was the first to know about them before everyone else.
“So I was tutoring him in a subject he sucked at and he started trying to feel
me up?”.
“You’re a nerd, you liked it,” Papyrus laughed as he held Sans closer to his
body, the smaller squirming to get better comfortable. Sans lifted his head and
kissed him sweetly, tugging at his shirt gently, allowing him to return the
gesture. He just wanted to be close to him. For once he would be okay with this
not leading to anything sexual, just so long as he was with him at this moment.
He was so relieved and happy that Sans was okay. He wanted to make Sans feel
safe. He wanted Sans happy. And today, he felt like he had failed Sans as a
boyfriend. What kind of man was he if he let others hurt Sans like this?
“P-papy? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t realize he had started crying. His magic hung in his sockets until
they overflowed and ran down his cheeks. They dripped onto the tiny sternum
below him. “I… I really failed you, didn’t I? You got so hurt, because I
couldn’t be there to protect you… they could have…”
“Shhhhh,” Sans brought Papyrus’ head down, sitting up straighter to lean his
forehead against his, wrapping his arms around his neck, “Nobody knew they
would go so far. I wouldn’t have gone to class if I knew they would… do what
they did. There was nothing any of us could have done.”
“But I… I failed to be there for you. What kind of boyfriend am I if I can’t
protect you?”
“The kind that will still be there for me through everything else. I wouldn’t
have made it this far without you. You’ve put up with me and my habits, my
nagging, my errors and faults. You’ve cared for me when I thought nobody else
would, and you have continued to love me.”
“I’m okay, we’re okay. Please don’t cry anymore Papy.” He kissed his nasal bone
and snuggled into the larger body, whimpering as his pelvis rubbed against the
larger monster. He didn’t mean to be so forward, but still wanted to show
Papyrus that he wasn’t angry at him and how much he really loved him.
Papyrus moaned, a little taken aback that Sans was initiating this, even with
how hurt he still was. “S-sans, are you sure?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Papyrus had never been so gentle before in his life, leaning Sans backward onto
the couch, kissing every inch he could of his tiny frame. He had on that giant
anime shirt on again, which he was easily able to pull over Sans’ head, his
tongue lapping every bone as if he had a deep hunger that only Sans could
sustain. Little moans sounded as he teased Sans’ body, his bones shivering with
lust as Papyrus slowly went inch by inch, kissing and licking.
“I love you,” Papyrus’ voice whispered close enough for Sans to hear.
“I love you, too,” Sans cupped Papyrus’ face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs
over his cheeks before kissing him again.
Papyrus reached for Sans’ hips, tenderly kissing him, his tongue hot and wet
against his mouth. Papyrus whispered sweet nothings to Sans as he felt his soul
ping out in the open. He didn’t know what he did to make it appear, but he
smiled as he took the sensitive soul, kissing and nibbling on it. Sans’ body
arched, his soul suddenly becoming mush from an orgasm, already pushed to the
edge and this was without Papyrus even entering him.
“I’m not done, yet, love.”
“Pappy, please,” Sans was huffing, whimpering with pleading eye lights. He felt
so tired, so worn out, but he desperately needed more.
“Not yet, I want to make love to you Sans. Not this fucking shit we normally
do. I want to hold and caress you, find what drives you crazy as I learn more
about you, as you discover more of me.”
And with that, Papyrus let his soul appear, subtly putting the tip of Sans’
mouth as he accepted it. Sans wrapped his tongue around it, Papyrus closing his
eyes as he continued to press his thumb and lap up that blue soul, smiling as
he saw that Sans had formed a vagina and he already had his dick ready.
Papyrus placed the soul in his mouth, letting it go dangerously close to the
back of his throat, Sans let out a loud moan as he felt Papyrus tease him even
more with his soul. Papyrus let the tip of his head graze teasingly at the
entrance, Sans was crying out, begging for Papyrus to make him his in every
sense of the word. Papyrus, with a smile, let himself go in almost painfully
slow.
“Pappy!” Sans had tears flowing from his eye sockets as he tried to thrust his
hips. It earned him no friction and he whined around Papyrus’ soul. The
vibrations made it difficult to keep himself steady, not trusting to keep from
swallowing the blue soul in his mouth. He slid it from his jaw and into his
hand, orange magic dripping off its surface.
“Sans,” he breathed, his face flushed as he felt Sans clenching hard on his
shaft. Another tight squeeze from Sans and he lost it, his hips thrusting into
his boyfriend. Sans was screaming out his name with Paps soul still in his
mouth. Papyrus took the soul back into his own mouth and suddenly started
kissing him, their tongues dancing along with their souls. Everything felt
amplified and they felt each other’s pleasure, hiking their orgasms fast.
Papyrus thrust into Sans deeper, Sans letting out scream after scream as
Papyrus kept finding that delightful spot, chuckling as he saw Sans literally
biting down on one of the throw pillows for the couch, his soul safely in his
hand.
Sans felt his voice giving out as he was screaming out in complete lust. He
could feel his eyes tearing up from the pleasure Papyrus was giving him, his
body shaking as he climaxed a second time with Papyrus close behind. Yelling he
pulled Sans against him, their souls squeezed between their ribs as he buried
himself as deep as he could. They only had a moment before he changed positions
and started again, this time Sans on his stomach. Their souls floated together
above them out of the way.
They carried on for at least an hour, Papyrus throwing Sans around, from
putting his legs over his shoulders to fucking him on the wall, even managing
to lean himself on the wall while Sans was upside down, legs wrapped around his
neck as Paps let his tongue traveled through Sans ecto lips while he gave him a
blow job. They would change positions after they both came and the longer they
went, the rougher Papyrus got, knowing Sans could take it bit by bit. He needed
to be near him, in him, on him in every way possible.
They lost count how many times they came or how many times they switched
positions, but by the time they were finally finished they were lying on the
stairway, Sans riding Papyrus reverse cowgirl. Feeling so overly full Sans fell
back into his boyfriend’s arms, smiling as he let his frail and damaged frame
draped over him.
“I love you Papy, always,” Sans whispered into Papyrus. He cranked his head to
the side, nuzzling under Paps chin after claiming another kiss from him as he
began falling asleep.
“I love you, too, Sans.”
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     So last chapter shit hit the fan due to Marcus and his jerkwad
     friends, and things got really heated for Sans and Paps. It was,
     what, the second time for formed a specific ecto opening for Paps. Be
     ready for that to hit them in the face XD
Chapter Notes
     I am SOOOOOOOOO SORRY for being late this week with this chapter. I
     just got done with 3 3:30am shifts at my job, in a row, and I ended
     up napping during the day because, while these shifts are usually
     only 3-4 hours long, I ended up working 9 hrs Saturday and 8 hrs on
     Sunday. Long story short, saturn is exhausted!
     I still got it posted, so yay for me! XD This chapter has A LOT of
     humor in it, and so much fluff like OMG DA FLUFF! We need it too
     because we're just mere chapters away from the hacker reveal!
     Seriously, like another 2-3 :O
     ENJOY!!
Papyrus ran his fingers over Sans' spine as they continued laying on the
stairs. He was deep in thought until a whimper pulled him back to the present,
looking into Sans eyes so full of love that his eye lights turned into little
hearts. They kissed tenderly again, his soul continuing to pulse brightly,
knowing that he wanted to spend every second of every day with this nerd. His
boyfriend. His world. How did he ever get so lucky?
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Do you mind helping me up?”
“Heh, are you sure you can even move? I can carry-"
"No, I'm fine. I just have to be careful moving is all."
Getting up was a hell of a lot harder said than done. With Sans' ribs, cracked
in multiple places, as well his pelvis already bruised, it was difficult for
him to sit up let alone stand. Fucking him brainless didn't help at all with
these injuries, and after trying to let him get up on his own, Papyrus sighed
and finally hoisted Sans into his arms, heading into the kitchen chuckling as
Sans gave him a grumped look.
“I said help me up, not carry me around,” Sans said while pouting. It was just
too adorable.
“Okay okay, just let me sit at the table first.”
Sitting down Papyrus released the little skel, who carried on with getting some
food started. His face kept twisting in pain after every few steps, his wincing
making Papyrus frown in worry, “Sans, are you sure you don’t need any help? I
know I’m terrible in the kitchen, but I can prep or do something.”
“You just sit there. Sorry, but I don’t need my kitchen to go up in flames like
Undyne's. And don't look all surprised; Alphys told me all about the last time
you tried making something that wasn't eggs or pasta.”
“Hahaha, yeah I won't try to make couscous again anytime soon that's for sure.”
Smirking, Papyrus continued to watch Sans, before getting a creative idea as a
slow grin crept onto his skull. Getting up, he grabs a pair of oven mitts,
slips them on, and appears behind Sans quick enough that the other squeaks in
surprise after getting grabbed. “Wh-what are you doing?!”
“I don’t know. Guessing I’m glad I put on oven mitts," seeing the confused
expression, he grins even wider, “because I’m holding some hot stuff.”
“Papyrus! What the hell was that?!”
“Don’t know. I'm just trying tibia cute with you.”
“OHMYGOD!!”
Laughter echoed through the house as Sans playfully smacks Papyrus with the
whisk he was holding, Paps grabbing a wooden spoon. They end up playing swords,
defending the honor of puns and the honor of cooking. After a moment they had
to stop due to Sans ribs hurting and his breath staggering.
“Okay okay, settle down now before you actually bust a rib.”
“You’re only saying that because you know I'll beat you, even injured, so don’t
get saucy with me Papy.”
“Pppfffftt hahaha seriously Sans? That was great.”
“Well, you’re great, and I’m the luckiest skeleton around.”
Papyrus pulled Sans in close, peppering his skull with kisses. Flustered and
giggly, the smell of burnt food surrounded them and it continued to be a
problem as Sans seemed to only prove that he couldn’t cook with Papyrus nearby,
who wouldn't stop stealing kisses or taking his attention away from the food.
After about the fifth time of being a pest, Sans groaned in annoyance, “Papyrus
let me cook, please!” He pointed the wooden spoon at the taller skeleton, a
soft smile spread on his face, making him look less intimidating than he
sounded.
“You love it, though.” Papyrus laughed as he scooped Sans up in his arms.
“Pappy!” Sans was laughing, “Stop that hurts. It hurts to laugh. Please love,
go watch some tv while I finish up,” Sans spoke softly, caressing Paps face
only to nuzzle him into putting him down.
Papyrus gave Sans a quick kiss on the teeth and smiled as he left the kitchen,
lazily plopping himself on the couch. He grabbed the remote to check what was
on, changing the channel until he found one with music videos playing. A few
videos later he was bopping his head along to the beat.
With his goofball of a boyfriend out of the kitchen, Sans smiled as he
completed his task. It was something simple that would have been done a long
time ago, but Papyrus had a delightful way of distracting him. Grabbing plates
and utensils, he portioned everything out and decided last minute that they
could eat in the living room. It would be more comfortable for him anyway to
sit on the couch rather than a hard wooden chair.
“Pappy, food.” Sans smiled as he sat down next to him, handing him his plate.
Papyrus accepted it, about ready to dig in as the song changed, deciding to
sing along instead as he held Sans close to him. Sans let out a small gasp as a
light blush took over his cheeks; Papy was singing their song. He was smiling
ear to ear listening because, even though neither of them could stake their
life on being able to sing, they both could hold a tune well enough. It was
calming to hear the rumble from Paps chest as he rolled the words.
Sans kissed Papyrus on the cheekbone as the taller skeleton finished, “You’re
just too good to me Papy."
“Na, I just like making you blush.” Papyrus chuckled as he started eating.
Both began chatting about random things, both avoiding the topics of the hacker
and what happened in school earlier. Sans just wanted some shred of normalcy in
his life, and this was helping. Slowly he started to drift off to sleep, his
head resting on Papyrus' shoulder, smiling softly as Papyrus carried him up to
his bed again. They shared one last kiss before he fell asleep again.
As soon as Papyrus was back in the living room there was a knock at the door.
Taking a wild guess as who it could be he opened the door to find Toriel. He
nodded and stepped aside for her to walk by, closing the door behind her as she
sat on the couch. Luckily, Sans had thought of laying a blanket across the
cushions, to avoid any embarrassing moments if they suddenly had guests after
their romping.
“How is he doing, Papyrus?” Mrs. D asked. She wore a smile, but her eyes showed
how tired she really was. It must have taken a lot of magic and energy to have
healed Sans as much as she did back at the school.
“He’s doing good. He’s sleeping again.”
“Marcus and his friends were suspended, so Sans should be able to go back to
school if he feels up to it. If it were up to me they would have all been
expelled..." Her voice grew quiet as she focused on the floor, her eyes seeming
to focus a little too hard on something or other.
"An eye for an eye. I would rather give back what they did to him ten fold, but
seeing as Sans would kick my tail bone for doing it looks like what they got is
better than nothing. In any case, he wouldn't want us to worry about it any
longer than need be. But yeah, I think he will, especially since Mettaton threw
his name with Sans.” Papyrus sighed and chuckled half-heartedly.
“Although, I do wish somebody would explain to me why both of you are
pretending to date, other people.”
“Sans doesn’t want me coming out. He’s scared that I’m going to lose my chance
at a scholarship if I do. Mettaton did that on his own to protect Sans when he
confronted Marcus and his goons,” Papyrus spoke truthfully, a hint of pain in
his voice.
Toriel sighed as she stood up, “Has he eaten anything? Have you found any
injuries that I could not heal earlier?”
“We just got finished eating. As far as injuries go, he still has a few cracked
ribs, his pelvis is a little banged up, no breaks or cracks thank God, but any
major bruising or cuts have fully healed.”
“That's good. I will be taking him to the doctor to make sure he’s going to
heal alright.”
“Mind if I come? I don’t want to leave him.”
“I don't see why not. He needs somebody for moral support. Sans hates doctors
so maybe you can keep him calm,” Toriel chuckled.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans pouted as he sat between Toriel and Papyrus, who were both laughing as
Sans fold his arms like a small child. Mrs. D really wasn’t joking when she
said that Sans hated hospitals; he was looking like a cat about to receive a
bath. Papyrus put his hand on Sans shoulder, whispering that everything would
be fine and, if he behaved, he would get a little reward after they got home.
Sans perked up with a blush as Papyrus had piqued his interest. Sans had an
idea on what the reward was.
After awhile of waiting, Sans was called for some x-rays. He had to lay still
for a bit and it was over pretty quickly. In about thirty minutes or so, they
would find out if Sans fractured anything that would require any additional
healing than what Toriel had administered.
But at the moment, all three monsters were sitting in the hospital cafeteria.
Sans and Papyrus were sharing a bag of chips and had a fountain drink each
while Toriel had an actual meal She had missed lunch to leave work early to
tend to Sans, then rushed back to the school to finish the day.
Sans sighed, careful not to move his chest too much as he put his hand on
Papyrus’s knee. He just wanted to rest his head on the taller skeleton but
wasn't sure if he could in public. Papyrus, on the other hand, grabbed Sans by
his waist and planted a kiss on the top of his skull, causing Sans to blush
deeply from Papyrus’s actions.
“Pappy,” Sans muttered embarrassed, his skull turning a nice light shade of
blue.
"It's okay. There's nobody here that we know."
Toriel laughed at both of the boys. They really did look cute together, both so
different yet they were able to bring out the best in the other. Papyrus was
very outgoing and his nature was starting to rub off on Sans. He was starting
to look genuinely happy. She was worried Sans would never come out of his
depression after losing his father. He was finally wearing a genuine smile
instead of wearing that mask of 'I’m okay'. He was finally looking like he was
okay, even with all that had happened since last weekend. Even though Sans was
going through a very stressful situation, she could see that so long as Sans
had Papyrus, as well a the new friends he had made, everything would turn out
alright.
“Sans, I wanted to ask you something,” Toriel spoke up suddenly.
“Is it about me going into that poetry slam thing?” Sans sounded a little
annoyed. He wished she would just drop it.
“You have an amazing talent with a pen, Sans. It comes naturally to you.”
“Science does too,” Sans stated as he drank through his straw, keeping his
attention on the crumb on the table.
“But you have a future in literature. If your father saw-”
“He’s gone, Tori. He’d rather me go into science like him. It was what he
wanted after mom...” Sans spoke a little darkly.
“I didn’t know you were interested in writing?” Papyrus looked at Sans, “I'd
like to see some of your stuff.”
“It’s just scribbles,” Sans muttered as he slurped up his soda.
“Then scribble me something?”
“I have,” Sans sighed as he stood up suddenly to get more soda from the soda
fountain.
Papyrus had no idea that Sans wrote. He would have loved to just sit down and
watch him busy either writing on a notebook or watching his hands feverishly
tickle the keyboard on the computer. Not that he didn't do that with his
equations and notes, but Papyrus just wanted to see more of the things that
Sans found interesting, even if they were things that he typically didn't find
all that interesting.
Sans ended up changing the subject after he sat back down, asking Toriel what
happened in school after he left. She assured Sans that the students
responsible for starting the fight with him were suspended and that the PE
coach was now willing for him to get out of class either early or late so he
could shower and dress without being bothered by the other students. Sans
smiled a thank you as he continued drinking his soda.
After another 10 minutes or so they left the cafeteria and hung out in the
waiting room. When Sans was called by the doctor, Papyrus and Toriel followed
him into the room, where they were looking over the x-rays to see if Sans would
have to get more medical treatment or if he was fine with what first aid he
already got.
“Everything seems to be fine, Sans. Keep and change the bandages every day for
about 2 to 3 weeks and they won’t even look like the ribs were cracked. Any
marrow should stop within the next few days as long as there's not a lot of
strenuous activity."
“Thank you. So can I get a note to be excused from my PE class?” Sans asked
looking at Toriel.
“Can you please write him a note to have on record at the school?”
“Not a problem,” the doctor smiled as they also wrote up some additional
restrictions for Sans for while he was in school.
Papyrus helped Sans off the examination table. He was just thrilled that Sans
was going to be alright. If it wasn't for Mettaton and Blooky he'd be in worse
condition that's for sure.
“Before we leave, I need to make a quick stop. I’ll be right back.”
Sans quickly headed to the men's room. Papyrus looked at Toriel sadly.
“What's the matter, my child?”
“So, you know about the photos. Well, the person that leaked the photos managed
to hack into Sans’ television and recorded Sans and me.”
“What?” Toriel was shocked.
“They plan on showing it sometime this week. We weren't exactly subtle in what
it was we were doing,” Papyrus stated sheepishly.
“I will talk to the dean when I get home.”
“Thank you Mrs. D,” was all he could say before Sans emerged. As they the
entrance they were stopped by Sans doctor again. He was a little out of breath,
having hurried through the building to stop them, “I feel that there may be a
couple of additional things we need to discuss. Would you follow me to my
office please?”
“Please, have a seat everyone.”
“Dr. Rosch, is there something that was missed in the x-rays? What’s so
important that you had to come rushing after us?”
“Ma’am, I was looking over Sans patient forms ad noticed that he had marked
something unusual off for a student,” he said as he glanced at Sans, “since he
marked off that he was sexually active.”
She raised a brow, clearly not surprised. “Yes, is that an issue?”
“Yeah, is it?”
“Well,” he cleared his throat, “Sans, do you understand the dangers of being
sexually active? The dangers of being a sexually active skeleton?”
Papyrus leaned forward on his knees as Sans eyes widened. “What could be the
problem? I thought we learned all of that in health class and…”
“No Sans. The fact that you are a skeleton with the magic to conjure BOTH parts
of the reproductive system means that you can become pregnant if…”
“WHAT?!?!” Both Sans and Papyrus bolt upright from their chairs, faces in pure
panic. Sans buried his face in his hands while sitting back down and Papyrus
was stuck in realization: Did he create a vaginal entrance for him just
recently? Holy fuck he did just earlier! They weren’t using protection, could
he be? Oh Lord, what would happen if he was?! Can it happen that quickly?
Things were finally going well for them, they had a handle on the hacker
situation plus Toriel knew about the vid… Oh God Mrs. D.
“Papyrus.”
He jumped, quickly looking down to Toriel, her eyes hidden by a dark shadow as
she stood. He could feel her aura around him, suffocating and thick. Pupils in
little skull and crossbones he swallowed hard. This was not going to end well
for him, and before he could get away she grabbed his arm.
“What. Did. You. Do. To. Sans?”
Sans looked between Papyrus and Toriel, unsure of what to do. He knew Toriel
was upset, that was crystal clear, but the fact that Paps was frozen in place
and Toriel grabbing his arm like that he didn’t know if he should intervene or
stay out of it. Starting to stand Toriel snaps at him to sit back down and Sans
instantly does, noting that yup he was going to stay right there and out of it.
The doctor, not having realized until just now what he was causing, starts
pulling her away from the tall skeleton, escorting her back to her seat in
calming motions, “Please Mrs. Dreemurr, we need to calm ourselves and note that
it can take multiple times to…”
“YOU DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES PAPYRUS?!”
“No!! At least I don't think...”
“ONE TIME IS ALREADY TOO MANY PA…”
“ENOUGH!”
Shocked eyes stared at Sans, tears forming in his sockets and his chest
heaving. He was fed up with everything. It was like he was suffocating and he
couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t even 18 and he had been perfectly fine on
his own. Why now, of all times, did she feel the need to intervene?
“Why do you care so much, Tori?! It’s not like you HAD to do any of this! It’s
only because you promised them to watch over me that you’re even here! It’s not
like you even really car...” arms enveloped Sans into a tight embrace. He
starts crying against her stomach, arms at his sides as she held him. Papyrus
casts his face down word, his own tears prickling his cheeks. He can't seem to
stop fucking things up for him.
“Sans, I care more for you like you were my own child. Please don’t even think
I have done anything for you just because I promised them. You’re more
important to me than you know.”
She looks at Papyrus and he flinches into a sit up straight position, waiting
to see what was next. She simply smiled and offered her hand out to him,
inviting him into the hug as Sans continued crying. He accepted and together
held Sans. With tenderness in her voice, she asked how long ago it was.
“Only a few days ago... and this afternoon.”
“Sans, we can do a test in a few days if you wish. I recommend it. It can only
take one time, but due to the fact you were not in heat, there is a 70 to 80
percent chance that you’re not pregnant. It takes a monster at least a week to
show if they are in a test.”
“Monday is fine.”
After making the necessary arrangements to make the appointment, they finally
leave the hospital. Having brought separate cars, Toriel hugs Sans again before
kneeling down and placed her hand on his cheek. “Please know that I didn’t do
this for anyone’s sake but for your own Sans. I love you, my child.”
“I love you too, mom.”
~*~*~*~*~
The car ride was quiet as Papyrus drove Sans back to the house. He figured that
he was too busy thinking of the possibility that he could be pregnant. It was
so difficult to drive, his own thoughts swimming with the fact that he could be
a father. A father, of all things he was always scared of becoming. Was he
going to become one like his old man? Was he going to ignore his own children,
curse them, make them wish they were never born? He was scared, so scared that
he would turn out like him.
“Papyrus?”
He snapped back to reality with Sans’ hand on his arm, looking at him with
worry. They were in the driveway, and after putting the car in park Paps just
sat there staring. He gave him a small smile, his eyes looking tired. “Sorry,
let's head inside.”
Once in the house, they head up to the bedroom and got ready for bed. It was
still early, and even though they had school in the morning, they were both
exhausted. It did help that Sans had a pass to skip P.E. for the remainder of
the year; he could do some further research into figuring out who the hacker
might be. They still had so much to worry about that it was best to worry about
one thing at a time. Until Monday there was no point thinking about it. About
Sans possibly having a new soul inside him.
Climbing into bed, they cling to each other, the darkness slowly enveloping
them, like a soft blanket of its own. Sans was close to falling asleep when he
heard soft, muffled sounds from Papyrus. Was he crying? Taking his head in his
hands Sans stares at his boyfriend, his thumbs gently rubbing away the tears.
“Papy, what’s wrong?”
“Sans, I’m so scared. Oh God, I might be just like him. What if I turn out just
like him? What if I am such a horrible father that the kid will hate me like I
hate my old man?!” His crying became ragged as Sans pulled him into an embrace,
Papyrus clinging to him. He had never seen him this upset, yet in the last 12
hours, he had seen him break down twice. It scared him. Sighing he brushed his
hand on his skull in circular motions, continuing until the other’s cries
became small whimpers and hiccups.
“You will be an amazing father. Please don’t think you’re anything like your
dad. You’re so caring, tender, attentive, and loving. Everything your dad
isn’t. Look at me Papy.”
With each characteristic, Sans had kissed Paps skull in different places. This
calmed Papyrus down enough to look up to Sans kissing him softly. Parting from
it, Sans pulled Papyrus’ head to his chest, into another embrace. They stayed
that way, until the sun rose, showing signs of the new day, not knowing what
might happen. At least they had each other.
The next morning they got up, dressed, and downstairs. Sans began making
breakfast and Papyrus looked over his school work. This had become a normal
routine for them since Papyrus started hanging out there as often as he did. It
wasn’t until the last week or so that he started staying overnight. Before it
was mostly hanging out, a quickie, then left, but now he felt like he really
was home.
A smile crept onto his face, sockets slightly darkened by the lack of sleep
from the night before. He kept waking up to find himself in Sans arms, head
against his chest, against all the bandages, cracks, and bruises. His mind
would then plague him with possible outcomes if things didn't happen the way
they did.
This would only upset him again and he would silently cry himself back to
sleep, gripping Sans nightshirt. His thoughts and dreams kept reminding him of
his two biggest fears: losing Sans and possibly losing the child Sans might be
carrying within him. Not knowing yet if his boyfriend was pregnant or not was
going to drive him mad, and knowing he couldn’t be around him will only make
him more worried than before. How was he going to make it until Monday? How was
he going to keep up this play with Undyne?
“Papy? How would you like your eggs?”
Breaking out of his trance he looks up to find Sans at the stove, a smile wide
on his skull with droplets in his eyes. He was trying so hard for him, to smile
and carry on that Papyrus couldn’t handle it. Getting up, he walks over to Sans
only to get on his knees and hug him tight, careful not to hurt him. He was so
worried that the other would break during this hellish week, but in reality, it
was himself that was breaking. His soul hurt, and he wished they could just
stay home.
“Over easy is fine love,” he whispered.
Sans pushed Paps back enough to cup his face in his small hands. He smiled,
kissing the other so tenderly that tears ran down his own face. They just had
to make it through the next couple days. It was good that Papyrus was here,
otherwise, he could easily feel himself falling apart.
“I love you so much Papy. Like you’ve been telling me, we’re going to be okay.
We just take each day one at a time. We will figure this out. And you know
what? Even if I’m not pregnant, it doesn’t mean we can’t maybe keep trying...
right?”
It was more like a question than a comforting statement, and it was Papyrus’
turn to kiss Sans. They break away when they smell the burning eggs on the
stove, and they both start laughing beside it all.
“Come on, let’s eat and get to school!”
~*~*~*~*~
School went oddly wonderful. Sans had spoken to his P.E. teacher, who felt like
he needed to apologize all over himself for not knowing that he was the student
the emergency assembly was about. He had no issues with Sans working in the
library during class and congratulated him on his new relationship with the
idol of the school. Blushing, Sans just smiled and left, running into students
as he entered the locker room to get a few things. Many of the students also
congratulated him, even apologizing for not stepping in to stop the gang from
beating him up. He also got asked to show off his injuries, something about a
man code to show off your scores from any kind of fight.
Laughing, he settles into the seat next to Mettaton and a few others. It was
lunch hour and the lunch room was a bustle of activity. He had no idea when he
had enjoyed school this much before, and it was surprisingly a weight lifter.
Watching Mettaton act out a scene from an upcoming play, Sans quietly eats his
lunch. He keeps eyeing Papyrus, a few tables down with Undyne next to him with
a bunch of jocks and other popular students. Every so often he and Pap would
make eye contact, in which he’d blush slightly. Biting into his apple, he
dribbles the juice and starts licking the fruit, from the bottom to the top.
Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he turns right into Mett’s face and jumps back,
a little surprised.
“Sansy dear, would you mind, maybe, I don’t know. Eating this banana instead?
Apples are so hard to chew sometimes, and plus you need that extra potassium
for those strong bones of yours.”
“Sure, I guess.” He takes it, peels it, and takes a giant bite out of it.
Suddenly, a loud thump is heard and he sees Papyrus fly right by him and out
the door. Starting to freak out, he looks to Mett with worry and frets when he
sees Undyne glancing around with a frown on her face.
“Deary, go out the other doors in a minute or two. Don’t rush but do hurry,” he
whispered.
Sans nodded, it felt like an eternity just waiting for the minutes to pass. He
finished the rest of his lunch quickly before excusing himself from the group,
kissing Mettaton on the cheek, knowing he was going to have to play along with
being his boyfriend. It was to keep him safe. It was to keep everybody from
knowing that Papyrus was gay. It was to keep everything hidden.
“I gotta go to the library, I forgot to finish a few things for next period,”
Sans said casually.
“Take care love.” Mettaton smiled.
“Same,” Sans paused, “love.” It felt like he wanted to gag.
Sans quickly left in the direction of the library, he just felt terrible for
having to call Mettaton that. He didn’t feel right for doing it, even though he
knew that it was in order to keep Papyrus and himself safe. That is what he
kept telling himself. And even though there was a reason, it still didn’t make
things feel right.
As soon as Sans took a few steps out of the cafeteria, he felt his body being
grabbed. Sans instinctively started flailing, telling whoever it was to get off
of him. He didn’t care at this point if his ribs hurt, he needed to get to
safety. The person who grabbed him ignored his pleas as they pushed him through
into the bathroom.
Sans saw that they were forcing him into a random stall in the bathroom. He was
not happy with what was going on. He didn’t know if they were going to dunk his
head in the toilet, if they were going to leave him to hang by his belt loop on
the door, or if anything worse was going to happen.
“Sans, what the fuck were you thinking?!” Papyrus spoke suddenly.
Sans suddenly stopped thrashing around and looked up to see Papyrus holding
him.
“I thought you were somebody who was going to hurt me?”
“Oh, I’m going to punish you, Sans. That display with the damn fruit.” Papyrus
spoke darkly, “You know I almost fucking nutted when you deep throated damn
near the whole fucking banana?” Sans could feel Papyrus shake.
“What?”
“Sans, I fucking need help with this.” Papyrus turned Sans around.
Papyrus clearly looked uncomfortable, almost like how Sans was not too long ago
when the whole gang interrupted their session on the stairs. Sans was trying to
remember when was the last time he and Papyrus did it. It was yesterday before
they went to the hospital. Last night they would have done something but both
of them were just too drained about what the doctor said.
Logically, he knew that the chances of him and Papyrus having a kid because he
wasn’t in heat was next to impossible. But there was still that chance and it
was better to play it safe. The doctor had handed Sans a stack of cheap condoms
to have on hand. Sans figured that the only time they would use them was if
Sans was going to bring forth a pussy, and with where he was at life, he was
more concerned about finishing school than becoming a mom. Although having a
kid with Papyrus wouldn’t be a bad thing later on in life. They could keep
trying then.
But looking at Papyrus all anxious and just wanting to take him was making Sans
feel weak. He could feel himself forming a slit just for him, shifting
uncomfortably as he felt Papyrus pin him over the toilet. Why did Papyrus have
to pull him in here, of all places? It was gross. The toilet they were over was
covered in who knows what; enough toilet paper in the bowl that if it were
flushed it could flood the stall. It didn’t even smell that nice in the
bathroom.
“Pappy, did you bring one?” Sans blushed as he shifted his weight a little.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to risk messing up the results,” Sans spoke shyly.
“Really?” Papyrus muttered as he quickly dug through his pocket.
Papyrus pulled his pants down a bit enough to reveal the head of his penis.
Sans smiled as he saw how ready Papyrus was. He could see it twitch with
anticipation, and it drew Sans close enough to give a little lick, Papyrus
huffed out a little.
“Sans, fucking put the condom on because I am going to fuck your brains out.”
“What if I want to tease you first?”
“We’re in school. We can’t do it. If you don’t put that condom on, I swear I am
fucking you without it,” Papyrus growled as he spoke.
Sans looked up at Papyrus, putting on the rubber quickly, yet clumsily. As soon
as it was on, Papyrus started kissing Sans, lifting him up and pinning him to
the wall. Sans let out soft moans and pained winces. His touches were almost
like flames licking throughout his bones, that desperate urgency as Papyrus
touched him. He just wanted him so badly.
Sans felt Papyrus slip his pants off, letting them hang by a leg. He smiled as
he looked at Sans, who was already so into it his newly formed pussy already
dripping; soaking wet as small droplets hit the bowl. Papyrus just lost it as
he forced himself completely in, letting out a hushed moan as he felt Sans
clench tightly onto him. It felt too amazing. Papyrus began thrusting into Sans
as he pressed him back against the wall, Sans gripping onto Papyrus' uniform
jacket, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain. He could care less about the
pain right now. He just wanted to feel Papyrus inside him. And the deeper
Papyrus went, the more Sans was crying from forcing himself to keep quiet.
Papyrus smiled as he thrust even harder. Sans was just losing it. He could feel
himself bouncing on Papyrus as he continued to thrust faster into Sans. He felt
so close already, Sans' walls clenching perfectly around him, feeling himself
pulse and...
“Hey, so you know that girl in 3rd period?”
They both completely froze in place as they heard some people walk into the
bathroom.
“Yeah?”
“I finally asked her out!”
“Fuck,” Papyrus muttered under his breath low enough for only Sans to hear,
glancing up to see that Sans looked as if he had just witnessed a murder.
Papyrus knew it was because some guys just walked into the bathroom. But there
wasn’t a chance that they would catch them, so long as they remained quiet. A
sudden idea popped into Papyrus’s mind as he slowly started thrusting again.
Sans eyes widened even larger as Papyrus started up again. He could feel his
body shake as his voice wanted to escape. He couldn’t make a sound unless he
wanted them to get caught. All he could do was just bite down on Papyrus’
shoulder blade as he let him thrust into him. The more the students stayed in
the bathroom, the faster Papyrus began picking the pace up. Sans was breathing
heavily as he choked back a moan that desperately needed to escape.
“Hey, I just need to take a piss real quick,” one of the boys laughed as he
went in the next stall.
Papyrus smiled as he felt Sans clenching onto him again. It was to the point
where Sans was clenching more than he was relaxing, his small body shaking
uncontrollably, begging to let Pap’s name escape his mouth. Sans, at this
point, was a mess. His mouth hung open as all he could do was huff; tongue hung
out as he was desperately trying not to cry.
“Damn, that dude has been in the stall for a while. Dude, you okay?” one of the
boys said as they flushed.
“Yeah, cafeteria food kinda got me,” Papyrus said, his voice a little rough,
but held no clue of what he was doing.
“Shit I hear ya. Wait, Pap is that you?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Shit man, you don’t recognize my voice? I feel unloved. I’ll see ya at soccer
practice later on today. We gotta get ready for state man!
“Hell yeah," Papyrus laughed as he just pounded into Sans.
Sans let out a strangled cry as the door closed, and Papyrus went even harder,
Sans crying out that Papyrus was an ass for doing that between gasps. Papyrus
laughed as he kissed Sans, feeling himself climax as Sans moaned in his mouth.
“Ow.” Sans moaned softly as Papyrus let him down gently, helping him with his
clothes.
“Sorry, forgot about the ribs.” Papyrus blushed as he threw the condom in the
toilet and zipped up his pants.
“Yeah, same.” Sans laughed a little.
“You want to sit down a little. I don’t think it would be a good idea if both
of us get out of the bathroom at the same time.”
“I don’t want to sit on that thing. It’s gross.” Sans said as he tried to walk
on shaky legs.
“If you want, I can just text Mettaton and he can come out with you.”
“Fuck that Papy.”
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     DUN DUN DUN! WE FIND OUT WHO THE HACKER IS!!
Chapter Notes
     Boy, this is going to blow your socks off! Please don't spoil it for
     everyone else in the comments when you're done reading the chapter. I
     know some folks like to read the comments before reading the story,
     and I don't want to ruin it for them ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Walking became very difficult for Sans, more so due to the pain from his ribs
and legs from his little extrusion in the bathroom. Wobbling slowly to class
the lunch bell rings and he’s suddenly scooped up by Mettaton, his smile
beaming as he carried the tiny skeleton to geometry class. It was one of the
few classes that Sans had with both Papyrus and Mettaton, and he could tell
this was going to be more bothersome than it was worth.
Setting Sans down at a random table in the back, Metta quickly sat next to him,
eyes half-lidded but glowing with such a fire that Sans was unsure if he really
wanted to know what was going on. Before Metta had a chance to start on with
whatever he was about to go on about, Papyrus appeared in the doorway of the
classroom with Undyne. Leaning in close, he gave her what looked like a kiss on
the cheek, making her smile before turning to leave. Moving himself to the back
table opposite of them, he sat down and shoots a warning glare at Mettaton, who
acted like he saw nothing.
“So darling, how was the trip to the ‘library’? I bet it was VERY informative.”
He grins, moving closer to whisper, “and I bet the fuck was especially good. I
want details dear.”
“N-not in class Mettaton, and why would I tell you anything?” Sans face was
blushing blue, alerting Papyrus that it wasn’t something class worthy they were
discussing. His grin larger now, Mettaton cuddled Sans, causing the skeleton to
flare up and get really uncomfortable. “So, the banana did the trick then?
Good, you both seemed so stressed this morning I figured you needed some alone
time.”
“You… you did that on purpose? For us?”
“Of course darling! What wouldn’t I do for my two favorite gems in the school?!
But…” he got very close to his skull, right where his ear would be, “I do
expect full details of the get together later, and maybe even a re-enactment?”
Smiling but blushing in full force Sans looked over at Papyrus with his hands
in front of his chest, a sign that it was okay. Calming slightly Paps eased up
as the bell rang and class started. The teacher walked in and, almost
immediately, jumped on their case about being too close and to sit on opposite
ends of the table, making the entire class turn to look at what she was talking
about. Now Sans was almost literally a blue lightbulb as Mettaton laughed and
moved over closer to his end of the work table, close enough where he heard a
low growl and a whispered ‘Too fucking far.’
~*~*~*~*~
After being carried to his last class for the day by Mettaton again, Sans
shooed him away telling the robot that he’d be late for his own class if he
didn't get moving. Blowing kisses Metta darted away leaving him annoyed and
flustered. ‘Damn robot,’ he thought as Mrs. D entered the room. It was
homeroom, and she sighed as she began writing on the board. Turning toward the
class, she discusses a few things before giving them the rest of class to
finish assignments or to silently work on other things. She recommends those
participating in the Poetry Slam on Saturday to work on their poems and gives a
small smile towards Sans. He sighs, knowing she was hoping he would at least
attempt in attending, if not participate than at least show-up.
He tried focusing on other things when he heard a stiff laugh behind him.
Turning in his seat to look at the student, he cocks his head to the side,
“Sorry, but what’s funny Chara?”
“Oh, this whole poetry shit they try and shove everyone into every year. It’s
honestly a giant waste of time. Everyone writes about love and what others mean
to them. Why not about hate and how the world is so god damn awful? Why not
write about how we’re put through hell every day to please others? That’s how
people and monsters really are.”
Sans was fully turned in his seat now with a stern but semi worried look, “Why
do you think that?”
“It’s the truth, stupid, now get out of my face,” Angry, he turned and looked
out the window. Sans shrugged and turned back around to tend to his work,
noticing Chara getting up to request bathroom use. Sans never paid much
attention to the other students in his classes, but just something about Chara
made Sans soul run cold.
The rest of class was uneventful as the final bell rang. Together with Alphys,
they head out the door and into Mettaton’s awaiting arms. Picking both of them
up with ease, he prances down the corridor and out to the school soccer field
to wait for Undyne and Papyrus. Watching them dance past them, both fish
monster and skeleton shrug and proceed to exit the school. Locker rooms for the
soccer team were attached to the main building that all the sports equipment
was kept. Reaching the doors Papyrus gets shoved out of the way as a short kid
runs past, a hockey mask blocking his face. “Hey, watch it you little shit!”
“You’ll get what’s coming asshole!”
Papyrus turned to grab the kid, but they had gotten out of his reach fast
enough that all they did was make eye contact. The student turned their
attention back to where they’re going, meeting up with their friends and
walking away. Not sure what was going on, Papyrus rubbed his skull in
frustration. Who the hell was that? And why did he get a nasty feeling like his
soul was freezing?
~*~*~*~*~
After dropping everyone off at their homes, Paps and Sans head for their own.
Both weren’t in the best of moods since Mettaton pestered both of them for
information on what extracurricular activities they did during lunch, confusing
Undyne and Alphy until Paps yelled at him to shut it or he’d walk the rest of
the way. Laughing in his own annoying way, they discussed that the hacker
waited until the last day, probably to try and stress the guys out until the
very end. They only had one last night until shit was going to hit the fan, and
they had no additional leads to who it could be. Entering the house, Papyrus
sighed hard against the closed front door as Sans somehow made his way to the
kitchen with the goal of making dinner and to take some pain medication.
Feeling pissed about the whole day of events; he does smile at the memory of
them in the bathroom. It was riveting how they almost got caught, Sans face
dripping in sweat, tears, and slobber as he fought to stay awake from the
amount of pleasure and pain he had pounded into him. He kneaded his shoulder
around the bite mark Sans left, interest taking hold as he shuts his sockets
and groans. Sans came out of the kitchen, and even though wearing an adorable
frilled apron, he’s holding the phone.
“I’m in no mood to cook honestly, so how about we order take out?”
“Sounds like a great idea. Chinese?”
“Too fatty, but I think in this case I’d make an exception. I have been dying
for some of those chicken kebob things!”
Laughing, they order and when the food gets there they eat in front of the
t.v., watching some old movie about space. The main characters were a princess,
a captain, and his giant dog monster companion. The humor was too dry for Sans
but had Papyrus rolling on his end of the couch. When the movie was done, they
sat for a bit talking, Paps completely engulfed with the ending.
“I can’t believe it ended like that! They should have done more!”
“Why would they though? It was called Space Balls, Pappy.”
“It’s meant to be a comedy Sans, but it should have something else to it I
think.”
“Like what exactly? Should they have shown them fucking?”
“Yes! Exactly! You do understand!”
Groaning with his hand on his face, Sans laughs and Papyrus tackles him into an
embrace while laughing along. They start wrestling around the couch, Sans
taking a throw pillow and gently smacks Paps in the face. The taller skeleton
grabs the other pillow from behind him and smacks Sans, a smirk on his face.
Sans, brow raised, put more oomph into his next hit and, soon enough, the
pillow war is on. Tumbling over each other Sans knee cap rubs against Paps
lower spine through his shirt, encouraging a shiver to trail up it. Not taking
notice, Sans throws the pillow hard enough to knock him off the couch and onto
the floor, dazing the taller one.
“Pappy! Are you alright?”
“Heh, yeah I’m fine.” It wasn’t hard to see he was blushing as he sat up. Sans
noticed right away, a mischievous grin spreading on his skull. Crawling to meet
where Papyrus leaned against the couch, he licks his cheek, a pleasant moan
escaping from his mouth as Sans traveled his tongue downward, tracing along
Paps jawline and around his mandible. Leaning his back against the couch
Papyrus presses into that delicious blue tongue, allowing Sans to move around
with ease as he caressed his neck and collar bone. Moaning into his touches he
turns his head enough to get a view of Sans kneeling close to his left
shoulder.
“Sans, could you… could you bite me again?”
“Bite you, like in the bathroom?"
“Y-yeah.”
Removing Paps shirt Sans tenderly felt the area he believed he bit into, some
minor indents found. Licking the area, he slowly teased until he felt Papyrus
shuddering, gently biting down. He started to suckle and knead the spot with
his mouth, a hand grazing his skull, heavy breaths followed pleads for him to
bite harder. Before he realized it Sans bit down hard enough for marrow to
flow, Papyrus’ dick bulging in his sweat pants. He never knew that such a
feeling would get him so hard.
Without warning, Sans yelps as he was pulled over the others head and sat down
in Papyrus’ lap. Removing Sans’ shirt Paps began nibbling on his neck, bone
wrapping around bone as he pressed on the cracked ribs. Sans was always the
more vocal of the two, and soon his own moans and pleads could be heard around
the house.
“P-pappy, why does t-that feel so good?”
“I don’t know, but it makes me want to f-fuck you hard with how lewd you're
sounding.”
“Condom,” Sans breathlessly whispered. Papyrus cursed, knowing his pants and
the box were in the bedroom. He was going to have to learn to have them stashed
around the house at some point, for such a needed occasion as this one.
Instead, he opted to pick Sans up and wrap his arms around him. He makes his
way towards the stairs, it being fairly difficult to walk as Sans' pelvis would
grind against his own and his cock. He had to stop a few times on the stairs,
trying to keep himself from throwing Sans against the wall to fuck him.
Making it to the room, he throws Sans onto the bed as he darts for the dresser,
slamming his hand into the box to rip one open. By the time he had it rolled on
Sans had his pants off with both a vaginal opening and a dick. This made Paps
twitch with more anticipation, flailing himself on top of him. Quickly flipping
the smaller skeleton over and wrapping his phalanges around the blue appendage,
he rams himself into Sans, who instantly starts to scream and moan as he’s both
being fucked and jerked off by his boyfriend. It resulted in double the
pleasure for Sans.
“You like that, don’t you Sansy? You like being fucked by my cock, don’t you?”
He growled and he picked up his pace, sitting back and forcing Sans to bounce
on top of him reverse cowgirl style.
“God Papy yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me!”
“Harder hmm? Naw, I think I better slow it down a bit love.” He slows his
movements to a snail’s pace, his hand wrapped around Sans’ cock matching the
thrusting of his own. As much as he wanted to continue like before, he wanted
to watch Sans squirm. To drive his body to its brink just to bring it back in a
cloud of orgasmic bliss.
“HNNNG PAPY! N-NO!”
He tried lifting himself, unable to with Papyrus holding him down with his
other hand. He was so worked up that the pressure was close to downright
painful, that every leisurely pump had his bones quaking, tears spilling
freely, and his eye lights close to disappearing. He even began to babble,
gripping Papyrus’ arm in another attempt to lift his body, pleading with
Papyrus as he was now barely moving at all. He needed something, anything, to
give him release.
“Admit it, Sans, you love being filled by me...” He gave a quick thrust of his
hips, making Sans hiss with a curse, “you love my thick cock shoved deep
inside, stirring your magic, making you whimper while continuing to beg for
it.”
Sans wasn’t going to deny it, but he wouldn’t admit to it either. He laid his
head back, looking up sideways at Papyrus with as much of a smirk as he could
muster, “Y-you think I d-don’t know what I d-do to you? The way I milk you
dry…” he clenched as hard as he could around the dick in him, gasping while
slamming down what little he rose, his talking and motions having distracted
Papyrus.
Oh, he came close to losing himself. “F-fuck…” Still, inside Sans’ cunt,
Papyrus threw them forward while shoving Sans’ head into the bed. He wanted to
be fucked hard so badly, well now he was gonna get it. His expression was
sinister, and the face Sans was making let him know that he was going to get
exactly what he wanted. So, without warning, he pounded into the smaller body,
Sans’ eye lights going wide and bright, turning into hearts as he screamed
himself hoarse.
The pain from his ribs pressed into the mattress, the pleasure from having his
pussy assaulted, and that look, oh that look, that Papyrus was giving him. He
had no idea how long he was going to last any longer.
Papyrus ejaculated into Sans, his hand forcefully pumping Sans until he too
came. His walls felt like they were crushing his dick, milking him for
everything he was worth. They both froze, their bodies stiff in their orgasms,
before collapsing into a heap. He pulled out carefully so he wouldn’t wake his
now unconscious boyfriend, removing the condom to toss into the waste basket.
Getting back into bed he situated them, cuddling Sans and kissing his forehead,
he soon falls fast asleep. Neither had noticed Sans’ computer was on, nor the
message in the bottom right-hand corner, “BIG DAY TOMORROW, GET DUNKED ON YOU
FUCKERS!” The monitor flashes off, and silence fills the room.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans woke up clinging closely to Papyrus. He could feel his breath heavy
against his skull as he slept. Quietly getting up, he felt too awake to fall
asleep, so he wanted to see if he could write something for the poetry slam,
suddenly feeling inspired.
Walking over to his computer, a frown plastered on his face after he turned on
the monitor, seeing the message from the hacker. He sighed and closed the
message; He honestly really didn’t care at this point. Everybody already saw
him sucking dick, his reputation was a complete mess, he knew that people were
still talking crap about him over the pictures, and with how some of the
students looked at him he would color them impressed that such a small monster
could suck a cock like that. He was 4"8 and Papyrus was a looming six foot.
Mettaton and Undyne were about the same height. Hell, even Alphys was taller
than him.
He literally was just tiny compared to everybody else. Yesterday in school, he
was so embarrassed because of how Papyrus just scooped him up like he was a rag
doll, and it didn’t make it better when Mettaton did the same thing, carrying
him from class to class like he was an infant.
Sans winced when he sat down, his body overly sore, and he began writing. He
just wanted to get everything out and writing was always something that helped.
It felt like he was bad at expressing himself to others, and writing was one of
the few ways he had a way to just clear the air. It made him feel better
whenever he did.
Papyrus shuffled in his sleep causing Sans to look back to the bed as he had
begun writing. Everything that happened between the two of them and how much of
a huge support Papyrus was humbled him. He smiled and resumed working, not
realizing that he was up for most of the night as Papyrus groaned out. He
looked confused trying to find Sans while half asleep. Sans slowly crawled back
in bed allowing Papyrus to kiss him.
“How you did you sleep, Papy?” Sans asked.
“Hmm, nice. You? What time is it?”
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to write something for the slam, and it’s still
pretty early. I’m almost done actually. Just have to print it out and hand it
to mom later.” Sans said kissing Papyrus on the neck, occasionally licking
vertebrae. Papyrus hummed in delight as he felt Sans being affectionate so
early in the morning.
“So, it looks like today they’re going to show it...” Sans sighed and nestled
closer.
“I mentioned to Tori about the video, and that it was going to show up within
this week,” Papyrus mentioned, watching Sans as he cast his eyes downward.
“Thanks…” Sans slowly got off of Papyrus. He went back to the computer to make
a few last minute changes and printed his poem out. Sans shoved it in his
messenger bag before climbing back into the bed. He just wanted to snuggle with
Papyrus before they would have to go to school.
Papyrus just held Sans close to his frame, able to tell that Sans was upset,
even if he wanted to try and play it cool. A smile crept on his face as he
began to caress his cheek bone comfortingly. It was going to be one hell of a
day.
“Pappy, we need to get ready for school.”
“Yeah…” Papyrus felt his body shake as he got up, seriously wanting to just
stay home and ignore everything even though it wouldn’t be the wisest decision
he’d ever make.
Sans and Papyrus got their clothes on for school quickly, Papyrus blushing as
he saw how Sans’ sweater just hung on him. It made him look so adorable, and
was curious as to why it hung so large on him. Why didn’t he just get the girls
sweater? Papyrus didn’t even realize he was thinking out loud until Sans
answered him.
“It’s because the boy’s uniform is too big on me. I have to get the pants
tailored to fit me. And if you look at my shirt, it’s not even the shirt for
our school. It’s my intermediate school uniform shirt.” Sans said casually.
Oh.
~*~*~*~*~
Frisk grumbled lightly as she sat with Toriel in her classroom. Since school
wasn’t going to start for at least another half hour. Frisk would always hang
out with Tori during this time because her friends and Chara wouldn’t show up
until later. Something about how sleep was a wonderful thing and they all
couldn’t get enough of it.
“Mom?” Frisk started.
“Yes, my child?”
“I have a problem with somebody that’s pretty important to me. They’re doing
something I don’t like but I’m scared to say something to them or someone
else.”
“My child, come here.” Tori began.
Frisk moved closer to her as she prepared to listen to Tori’s words of wisdom.
“Frisk, it’s alright to be upset. You can sit down and throw yourself a pity
party, but my child, after you’re done, you’re going to have to move on.
Whoever this person is, I can promise you it’s not worth your worry or tears.”
“But mom-” Frisk tried to interrupt.
“No child, let me speak. After all of these years, I have spent on this earth,
I have learned a few important lessons the hard way. So please, my child,
listen and learn. You see, some people show up in your life for a season or for
a lifetime. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing when you put seasonal people
with lifetime expectations.
You see, I learned to put everybody in the category of a tree. Your seasonal
life friends are your leaves. They’re nice when you need to get the sun out of
your eyes, but they are fickle with the breeze. One minute they’re one place
the next in another. And when fall comes, they wither and die. You see, my
child, most people in this world are like leaves. They do very little but they
take a lot. But don’t be angry with them and don’t take it personally. That’s
all leaves know.
Now there are some people who are like branches, and those people you have to
be careful. Some of them will fool you into thinking that they will always be
there for you, but when you make a wrong move, they’ll break and leave you in
the worst possible way.
But if you find two or three people in your life that are like the roots of a
tree, keep them in your life. These are your lifetime companions. These are the
people you know will always be there for you. You may not see them every day
but you know that they are always there for you. And without those roots, your
tree wouldn’t survive. You can see a big old tree with a million branches and
leaves but have only a few roots, but that’s all that tree needs to survive.
When you find roots, hold onto them and don’t let them go. Everyone and
everything else in life, though, just let them blow away with the wind."
“But mom, it’s not that easy…” Frisk whispered.
“Oh, my child, who said it would be easy? I can tell you it does get easier
when you learn how to love yourself. You don’t let people walk all over you,
but you let people walk with you. Now, I have never just gone up to people and
tell them that I want nothing to do with them, but I do tell people that if
they continue doing something that I do not like, it will cause a problem. I
don’t want to deal with unnecessary problems in my life, and if it means
cutting them out, then that’s the choice they have given me. Now, if you see
that person is fixing it, or they are trying to fix it, that is somebody who
cares. That is a leaf trying to become a root. And that is somebody you want to
help. That is somebody you keep in your life. But for somebody that you tell
them you don’t like what they are doing and they don’t care, just let them go.
It’s alright to be alone, my child. Use that time to learn more about yourself.
If you don’t know how to take care of yourself during the time you are alone,
how in the world can you take care of somebody else when you aren’t? It makes
no sense because that is how you just disrupt your peace. I’d rather be alone
in my house with a cat, dog, and a fish than being with somebody and wonder why
on earth they are here.”
“But you have dad though,” Frisk just felt confused.
“I do, and sometimes I wonder why that man even shows up at the end of the
day,” Toriel teased as she giggled. Frisk laughed as Tori continued.
“There are only two places you find peace in this world; the grave and in your
house. If you don’t have peace in your home then there is something seriously
wrong. We have gone through too much in life to let somebody steal that peace
from us. So Frisk, my child, please don’t be afraid to stand up against a leaf.
You’re a very strong root and you need some more of them to help you.”
Frisk could only smile, giving her mom a tight hug before turning to leave,
“Thanks, mom. I’m going to see if I can talk to some people I thought were
leaves.”
“And what are they, my child?”
“Some extremely strong roots…”
~*~*~*~*~
Today, everybody was on edge. Frisk had been texting Papyrus all day, but he
just didn’t want to talk to her. He was still pretty hurt by her refusing to
tell him who the hacker was. And today in about 10 minutes, everybody was going
to see the tape of Sans either masturbating or of Sans getting fucked by him.
He was just trying to go over the clues again through his head. Who was it that
was important to Frisk that she wouldn’t reveal their identity. He knew Frisk
since he was a kid. They grew up together along with Mettaton and Undyne. And
then it hit him.
“That fucking son of a bitch!” Papyrus shouted in the middle of homeroom.
“Papyrus!” his teacher cried out in disapproval.
“I gotta go,” Paps screamed as he grabbed his bag.
“Papyrus! If you leave this class you’re going to get into serious trouble!”
“Bite me!” Papyrus yelled as he left.
He sent a text message to Sans, hoping that he would read it in time. He needed
to get to the other side of the school to Sans' homeroom class. He needed to
get to Sans in time. He was going to fucking kill the hacker.
~*~*~*~*~
The entire day had been nothing but stressful and nerve wrecking. All 5 of them
had dragged each other to each class, eyes averting this way and that. Undyne
was reduced to snapping at Papyrus at lunch, which not only pissed him off but
Sans as well, who in turn acted annoyed more than usual to Mettaton. He, being
the drama queen he was, ended up taking it out toward Paps during math who then
snapped at Alphys in the hallway, who started crying at Sans in homeroom.
Sans rubs his fingers between his sockets, the day just one nasty thing after
another. The hacker was doing a great job at not only pissing everyone off but
turning them against each other. He wasn’t sure if the video was even going to
be shown at this point. Man, whoever the hacker was, they were one sick and
twisted son of a…
He felt his pocket vibrate. Reaching in and glancing at the screen his body
damn near goes limp. It was a text from Paps, and only two words were typed.
Sans could feel his body shake, sweat forming and his mind going numb. The
hacker was right there this entire time. His last week had been a real living
hell and the one person responsible was right here with him, watching his
suffering and pain like it was just a show to them. He slowly turned to stare
into the eyes of the hacker, who was watching him intently the entire time…
Chapter End Notes
     Aren't we just stinkers? Guess ya gotta wait until next chapter
     *laughs evil like with gio*
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     The identity of the hacker is found out! Sans rage boils and an all
     out classroom brawl happens, but what is Frisk's part in this whole
     ordeal? And what are the hacker's reasons to attack Sans and Papyrus
     like this?
     Also, Sans enters the poetry slam and gets a reaction he never
     expected after everything dealing with the hacker.
Chapter Notes
     This is such an exciting chapter! I am so sorry I couldn't get this
     out sooner. I'm currently in California for Anime Expo, so I'm happy
     I'm able to get it out ON TIME than late XD
     The poem Sans recites is be our wonderful giogiostar, and you can
     find the origional poem on her Tumblr here: https://
     anasuikiss.tumblr.com/post/148516649813/stay
     I did change things just a little, but still want to give proper
     credit to her, since she is the poet Sans is based on. I only edited.
“Class, I must step out of the room for a moment. Please remain in your seats
and continue doing what you are now.”
Mrs. D left the room, and as the door closed Sans slowly turned in his seat,
glaring at the tiny human behind him. Chara was smiling as he looked out the
window before he looked at Sans from the corner of his eye. He was holding a
small black casing, one that looked like it controlled some sort of toy. “Well
Sansy, I think it’s time to enjoy the show.”
Before he could press the power button Sans was already on top of him. Slow
motion would have allowed you to see the look of pure hatred in Sans left eye,
his pupil glowing cyan blue as a flame had materialized forth. His face
twisting into one that would give anyone nightmares. Chara, having known it was
coming, had gone from a simple smile into a suicidal grin, one that showed just
how madly crazy he really was.
Sans landed on top of Chara and the entire room erupted into screams as
students darted away while they fought for the remote. They were rolling
around, the tables having been shoved out of the way by escaping students, and
Chara ended on top of Sans. He was laughing as he was trying to choke the other
after throwing a punch to his eye socket. Sans was able to use his foot to kick
the back of the brunette’s head causing him to release him and tumble off to
the side. Up in a flash, Sans gave a quick shot to Chara’s jaw before he was
wrenched into the air by Papyrus, shock on his face by what he ran into. Sans
was flaring his arms and legs, murder in his eyes.
“Let me go Papyrus! I’m going to fucking kill him! I’m going to rip his fucking
throat out! That piece of shit doesn’t deserve to…”
*SLAP*
He stopped, his body stopping for a split second before going limp in shock as
Alphys stood in front of him, having slapped him. Tears ran down her face and
Papyrus slowly dropped him into her arms. It was the only way to stop his
ravaging and screaming. His body shaking, he grabs onto her shirt and starts
sobbing into her shoulder, small cooing and shushing sound coming from the
yellow lizard. By this time Toriel had returned, getting a hold of Chara and
pressing their smaller frame into the floor, blood spilling slowly from the
corner of his mouth. He started to hysterically laugh.
“WAS IT WORTH IT SANS?!” He shrieked as he pressed the button. This was it.
Sans and Papyrus’ life was over. Paps wouldn’t be able to get his scholarship,
Sans would be mocked out of school if not Papyrus as well, everything they
worked so hard for was lost. So why wasn’t anyone laughing?
Opening one eye socket, Papyrus looked up to the television. Nothing was
showing. No sound, no picture. Noticing as well, Chara starts to panic and hits
the button again and again, suddenly smacking the control on the floor, tears
flooding his face like a waterfall.
“Why, Why, WHY IS THIS NOT WORKING?”
“Do you really think we wouldn’t have told Sans legal guardians? The same ones
you call mom and pop? The same ones who work at the very school you used to try
and humiliate him?”
Papyrus murmured the last part as he hovered over Chara. Toriel, still sitting
on the floor next to him, grabbed his shirt collar and stood up. She started
dragging Chara from the classroom, the others following her, Alphys still
holding tightly to Sans. Instructing the teacher’s aide to calm everyone and
get the classroom back in order, they made their way through the hundreds of
students who had formed in the hallway, the screaming, and ruckus causing
everyone to run out into the halls. Undyne and Mettaton found their way to
their sides as they reached the dean’s office.
“What the hell happened man? The entire school is like a mad house!”
“Sans, darling, what happened?”
“Inside. Now. All of you.”
Without hesitation, they all enter and Dean Asgore closes the door and bolts
it. Sitting down behind his desk, he shakes his head and looks at Chara, who
had finally stopped his kicking and pulling long enough to look up and see his
worn face, disappointment and hurt showing in his eyes. Chara looks up to
Toriel and sees the same, more anger in hers but still the same disappointing
look. He can only look down at the floor, not saying a word.
By this time Sans had calmed enough to pull his face from Alphys shoulder, his
eye socket already showing signs of possible bruising. He could only look at
Chara and, in what seemed like forever, spoke the only thing everyone wanted to
ask.
“Why?”
“I think we all would like to know, don’t you agree Frisk?”
“Yes dad,” Frisk answered as she stepped out from behind the dean’s giant
chair. Chara looked panicked again, shooting Frisk an icy death glare to which
she ignored. “I am so sorry that this had continued on for as long as it did,
for the pain that you all of endured. My brother, he can’t seem to let the past
go. He doesn’t seem to see that you had nothing to do with the death of our
parents. It wasn’t your fault Papyrus.”
“Me, what the hell does this have anything to do with me?”
“Not you, but your father. He sold some things to our parents that ended up
sending them to the hospital where they died of an overdose. It was hidden in
some makeup and after shave, they bought from one of your dad's connections.
Chara and I would have died too if it weren’t for the doctors. We had only been
around it a short time, and we weren’t using it like mom and dad were.”
Papyrus’ blood now had time to boil. His fucking old man did it again. Because
of him, he and Sans were tracked down and had everything turned upside down.
Because of that bastard, they went through literal hell. Their lives were
threatened by a kid with a grudge. What the fuck would happen if someone else
more dangerous had decided to come after them? He suddenly turns and power
punches the wall behind him, his fist breaking the drywall. By this time Sans
was in one of the available chairs, who simply grabbed the back of his coat and
leaned his forehead against him. Undyne placed her hand on his shoulder,
causing him to look at her and curse.
“H-how did you guys stop the video from being televised Mrs. Dreemurr?”
“Alphys, we requested that, since Papyrus had informed me of the situation,
after the morning t.v. announcements were made every teacher would unplug the
t.v just enough to make it look like they were still plugged in when in reality
they didn’t work at all. We didn’t know for sure if this would work or not, but
it was better than doing nothing. Now,” she paused and brought her attention to
Chara, who had continued to look at the floor, ”I think there’s something very
serious we need to discuss. Sans, we will discuss the punishment for you
fighting in school later,” She raised her hand to the protests, “but until then
you six may leave. Please head back to your classrooms until school is over.”
Everyone but Toriel, Asgore, and Chara left the office, surprised that all the
students were gone from the hallway. Sighing and beginning to cry again, Sans
is picked up and hugged tightly by Papyrus who was also crying. The worst of it
was finally over, and the relief flooded both of them as they embraced. The
others, including Frisk, hugged around them. At this point, everyone was crying
as there was no way around how relieved they all were. So much was poured into
figuring out and stopping the hacker, and they did it.
The final bell sounds and they walk down the hallway to get their things.
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
Cheers and hurrahs could be heard down the street as everyone toasted their
drinks. They were hanging out at Sans and Paps place, celebrating the end to a
horrifying week. Though the week was nerve wreaking, physically and
emotionally, leaps and bounds were made. They all learned more about themselves
than ever, and Sans realized he knew how to hit someone. Undyne wouldn’t shut
up about it.
“I still can’t believe you tackled him to the floor Sans! Oh, Lord, I wish I
was there to see the look on your face! You must have been pissed big time if
Alphys had to smack you!”
“Can w-we not talk about that p-please?” Alphys couldn’t believe she had
smacked him, and now that the moment was over she felt horrible. She had
already apologized multiple times to Sans, who told her it was fine and she had
helped make the situation better by doing it. It still bothered her that she
got so physical with her friend.
Laughing, Undyne leaned down and surprised kissed the yellow lizard, whispering
“Maybe you need to show me how ‘physical’ you actually got later, hmmm?” That
sent her girlfriend over the edge and she fainted. Laughing at the scene Sans
sipped his drink and leaned himself against Papyrus.
The taller skelly squeezed the shorter one tightly. He won’t go back to his
place tonight and would be moving more of his things over the weekend. He was
old enough to move out legally, and there was nothing his ass of a dad could do
about it. There was nothing that tied him there, though he would need to come
out to him at some point. If he saw the prick on Sunday he would. He wanted to
keep Sans collected for his poetry thing tomorrow. Having him get the shit beat
out of him by his father wasn’t something he needed Sans to worry about right
now.
Noticing Frisk walking over Paps eyes opened and made a spot for the kid, as
they were chilling in the hammock out back, and she quickly joined them. A
question was burning in his skull since she appeared from behind the dean’s
chair, and he finally could ask.
“So, what made you decide on spilling the beans today Frisk?”
Silent for but a brief moment, she smiled. “I had a leaf that was hiding as a
root. I needed to let the leaf go and discover the real roots I needed to hang
onto, the real people who really care.”
Smiling themselves, both Sans and Papyrus tackle hug Frisk all the while
laughing. Undyne, Mettaton, and Alphys joined in, giggles and shaking Frisk’s
hair while trying to keep the hammock steady. Nobody needed another hospital
trip.
“Welcome to the team kid!”
“Thank you, Frisk!”
“Seriously Frisk, thank you.”
The last one was from Sans, his eyes dusted with tears. “Thank you.”
~*~*~*~*~
It was after midnight by the time everyone went to bed. Undyne and Alphy took a
room while Mettaton and Frisk took another. Closing their door, Papyrus yanked
his shirt off and stretched, tossing it into the basket by the closet. Sans was
already in bed, wearing the anime shirt Alphy got him. He looked too adorable
in the giant shirt. Chuckling to himself he finished stripping his uniform and
pulled on a pair of sweat pants.
Shutting the light off he climbed into bed, Sans accepting his boyfriends
embrace as they spooned. It had been an extremely emotional day, and he was
plainly exhausted. Nuzzling into Sans neck, Papyrus rubbed his hands over his
ribs, Sans moaning from the touches.
“Papy, not now I’m too tired.”
“Papy yes now.”
“Papy No.”
He licked the back of Sans skull, making him shiver. “Pappy Yes,” he whispered.
Sans growled at Paps, turning over and to wrap his arms around his spine,
“Pappy No. Sans Yes.”
Pushing Paps onto his back, Sans climbed on top of him, their pelvises rubbing.
All he wanted to do was sleep, but their libidos got the better of them as
usual. Leaning down he gives Papyrus a quick skeletal kiss, his magic forming
his usual male components. Ending the kiss, he tries sliding himself backward
only to be, well cock blocked. Papyrus’ penis was standing hard, alert and
ready under his sweatpants. Eyes half lidded and grinning, Sans uses his magic
to add some extra padding behind him, giving himself an ass. Wondering what his
boyfriend was up to, Papyrus starts leaning up on his elbows before Sans pushes
him down.
“Relax Papy, you’ll enjoy this.”
Sucking on two skeletal fingers, Sans lets his tongue roll around them before
getting up and reversing himself. He sits back down with his ass against but
turned away from him. Papyrus tried making a grab for Sans and, while tearing
his pants lower, gets his other hand smacked away. A surprised but stiffed moan
escapes him, eyeing Sans.
“Nope, not yet Papy…”
“Fuck Sans come on,” he gave Sans a pleading look, close to whimpering to try
and get his way.
“Just wait.”
By now both were dripping with enough pre-cum it was easy to use it as lube.
Sans pressed his ass against the others dick and started rubbing himself
against it, letting Papyrus squeeze his cheeks around his orange appendage. He
had to admit it: the ecto flesh felt fantastic. He tried picking up the tempo,
but slowed to how Sans moaned, slow and a little too loud.
“Damn it, Sans, we have others staying here tonight,” His grip on Sans was
anything but gentle, earning another moan out of him.
“It feels amazing though Papy.”
“Well, keep it DOWN!” The last word he used as a disguise as he shoved himself
into Sans without warning, Sans body shaking with ecstasy and pleasure. Almost
screaming he bites down hard on his radius bone, trying to muffle it as much as
possible. Sans had teased him long enough and he was going to get punished for
it.
“You and your damn teasing, like the other day,” he cursed as he removed his
cock. Before he could be stopped he gets up and pushes Sans into the bed,
lifting his ass high before forcing himself back in, his thrusts hard and fast.
Sans had to bury his face into the comforter to keep those pleads quiet, moans
and wails of enjoyment radiated the room. He was squeezing the life out of him,
his ass drawing him in deeper with every push.
“C-cumming!”
His back arches and his pupils roll into the back of his sockets as Sans came,
Papyrus palming his backside, putting great effort into each slap as it sounded
like a whip cracking. Sans couldn’t stop cumming. The pain felt so good with
each pounding thrust mixed with each slap. Papyrus pulled Sans from the bed up
against him, one last push until he too came hard. Falling backward onto the
bed they laid still, the magic slowly disappearing, Sans reaching up to kiss
the other tenderly. A crashing pounding sounded on their door. Someone wasn’t
too happy.
“If you’re both done now maybe the rest of us could sleep?!”
“Darling, don’t interrupt them! It sounded fine from my end!”
“Mettaton you sick pervert! Frisk, move in here! You’re not sleeping in the
same room as him!”
“Darling nooo! Frisk’s my story listener!”
Hands on his face Sans rolled off Paps onto his side, embarrassment radiating
from his skull, his boyfriend laughing uncontrollably.
~*~*~*~*~
Everything was going wonderfully. Yesterday, they figured out who the hacker
was, they made a new friend, and Sans was able to relax more. He was lying in
bed with Papyrus as he rubbed his back soothingly. Everybody was downstairs
getting breakfast ready while they were still in their room. After their round
of fun last night, Sans and Papyrus laid down, talking about what would happen
next.
They didn’t know how long it was, but they decided 100% that Papyrus needed to
move out of his dad’s place and with him. It wasn’t like his father could
really stop him, and it would be nice not having to be in a big house alone
anymore. With Papyrus here, this house was starting to feel like a home again.
The last time Sans felt this way was when his father was still alive.
Papyrus had made up his mind when he discovered why Chara did what he did. He
needed to get away from his father; along with the fact that he knew his father
hated gay people. He remembered when he was a kid and he mentioned to him about
how he thought a guy in class sort of looked nice. This was before he was old
enough to realize that there was such thing as gay people and he just started
beating him. Papyrus was only seven at the time but he remembered how his
father just started going at him. Papyrus thought that he was going to die that
night. If it wasn’t for Grilbz, he probably would have. When he calmed his old
man enough, he started talking to him, telling him that his father isn’t the
kind of person he could just share anything.
After that, Papyrus hardly really spoke to his father. He talked to him even
less when he realized that he was more attracted to guys than girls. For so
long, Papyrus felt like he was an unwelcome visitor in his father’s home. So
many times he would smack him saying that he needed to get a girlfriend or
people would think he was raising a homo, or how he would call him a fag
because he would rather goof around with Undyne watching stupid action movies
with cheap explosions than taking her to his room and making her crave the D,
as his father would say. So many times he just wanted to snap at him and just
come out of the closet so he could just leave that place and move on even if it
meant that Papyrus would have ended up living in the streets. Anything was
better than continuing to live a lie in that home with that man.
Papyrus knew that if he did tell his father that he was gay, that he was most
likely going to get the shit beat out of him but Papyrus looked at it as him
closing a painful chapter in his life and starting a new one with Sans. He
didn’t care if he lost his father. His father could die right now and he’d
probably spit on his grave after dancing all over it, and as bad as it sounded,
he knew he couldn’t really tell Sans how he really felt about his own father.
Sans had an extremely close relationship with his father had told him so many
stories about what they would do together. Papyrus was jealous of Sans for even
having a good relationship with his dad. But that was where it ended. He felt
even worse that Sans lost his father, and that he would give up anything just
to talk to him one more time. He knew that it was a pain in Sans’ soul that
would truly never be fully healed, but with time it would continue to heal.
~*~*~*~*~
Today they thought that it would be a wonderful idea to go and find some
clothes in the mall for Sans. He was going to go and perform his poem for the
Poetry Slam in school. Sans was really nervous as he was pulled away from
Papyrus by Frisk, Undyne, and Alphys. They were going to help him find
something for his grand debut in the high school literary world.
They went into the first store they saw that had clothes for guys and started
grabbing clothes, trying to keep sizes on the smaller for the tiny monster.
Finally, after some arguing, they settled for a red plaid button up over a
shirt and some jeans that they managed to find in the girl's section since all
of the boy's jeans were too big for him. Frisk gave him a giant thumbs up as
Alphys gawked at how amazing he looked.
“Shit Sans, you look really good,” Undyne laughed after winking at him.
“Really?” He wasn’t used to being given compliments like this, and he felt
himself trying to hide in this shirt.
“Yeah. You look like you’re ready to break some hearts,” Frisk smiled as she
wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
“You guys are just saying that,” Sans chuckled as Alphys gasped at him.
“Never, Sans! Yo-you really look go-good.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” all three girls cried out.
“Hell, if I were you I’d walk out of the store with the clothes on. Give Pap a
heart attack,” Undyne damn near shouted the last part, causing a couple of
clerks to look their way.
Sans grabbed his phone, smiling while thinking of the look Paps would give him,
that was until he saw the time. He showed the girls his phone with his face
completely shocked “Well, I got no choice because I’m going to be late for the
Poetry Slam if we don’t leave now!”
Alphys and Frisk started pulling tags off the clothing so they could pay while
Undyne called Mettaton on his phone, telling him and Papyrus to meet them at
the car because they needed to go. As soon as they were done with the purchase
they all started running towards the general direction of where they came from,
all of them laughing while they got some odd looks from people. It was great.
A few minutes later Sans was huffing as they reached outside, deciding for
future late events that it was easier if he just walked quickly to the car
instead. By the time Sans got there, everybody was already in the car waiting
for him. He quickly jumped into the front seat next to his boyfriend, that
after climbing in Papyrus just stared at Sans with a nice orange blush, and
quickly drove off to the school.
Everybody was laughing and talking, acting like nothing was wrong with the
world, which thankfully there wasn’t anymore, except Sans was starting to get
nervous. He had never shared his writing with anybody other than Toriel and it
was only because she was the literature teacher and it was for homework. He
felt that the poem he was going to present made him sound way to over dramatic
and silly, but Toriel had assured him that nobody would think that. He knew he
should have had someone else read over it before-hand.
As soon as they parked the car, everybody bolted out except for Sans. He was
just a nervous wreck. He was trying to keep himself calm. He hated being the
center of attention and tonight he was going to be way out of his comfort zone.
He was going to have all eyes on him as he read something that came from his
soul. He felt like this was at the same level of everybody seeing the pictures
or even at the same level of having everybody see the sex tape Chara made of
Sans and his boyfriend.
“Sans? Hey, Sans…” Papyrus took notice and got back in the car, shaking Sans’
shoulder a little to try and get his attention, “Are you okay?”.
“I’m scared,” he spoke soft, feeling like he was close to tears. His body was
beginning to shake, bones rattling quietly in a tantalizing manor.
“Just do this then: imagine everyone in their underwear and….”
“That doesn’t work for me sadly and ewww.”
“Hahaha well, find me in the audience and imagine that it’s just me. We’re at
home, sitting in the bedroom, and you’re reading to me like before,” Papyrus
kissed him sweetly, allowing their teeth grazed against each other’s before
pulling away and hugging Sans, “I love you. I’ll be right there always to
support you.”
Sans hugged him back tightly, his body calming down. He took a deep breath as
he got out of the car; it was now or never. He felt like his new life was
starting with the twilight that was upon them. Today was a new Sans, one that
wasn’t alone, one that had people that loved and cared about him. This Sans had
a boyfriend that would go through the fires of hell with him and was willing to
be burned to be purified. This Sans had friends that wanted the very best for
him, to not only encourage but help show him that he had the necessary tools to
be happy and that he can be.
Sans waved to everyone as he split up from the group to head back stage,
looking around and seeing how everybody seemed to have a confident air about
them. It was as if they belonged here, preaching the deepest parts of their
souls while Sans felt like he only looked the part. If he could ever grasp his
nerves he’d strangle them like crazy.
“Good evening everybody and welcome to the Annual Poetry Slam. Today, we have
some amazing people who will be sharing some of their best pieces. Now,” Toriel
smiled, “as a reminder, please be kind to those who are sharing. It can be very
nerve wrecking to stand up before a lot of such wonderful people as yourselves
and sharing what they have created. And now, for our first young poet…”
~*~*~*~*~
Sans could feel his soul continue to sink further as he listened to everyone
read before him. He felt so stupid for thinking that he would be good enough.
His writing was nothing like theirs, and it made him feel really small as he
listened to their words flowed out of their mouths, like gentle streams or
roaring rivers. Sans just desperately wanted to leave.
“And for our last poet, I have been trying to get him to share something here
since the first time I read his work. Will you all please give a warm round of
applause for Sans Gaster.” Toriel smiled as Sans stiffly made his way to the
front of the stage.
Sans squinted his eyes as the lights went straight to him. He was desperately
trying to steady his breathing as he took the mic from Toriel. ‘You’ll do
wonderful,’ she whispered, smiling at him as she left the stage. Sans figured
that if he was going to make a fool out of himself, he was going to be
comfortable doing so. He suddenly sat down on the floor, crossing his legs
Indian style as he began to speak.
“Hey, so um…” He was trying to find the words to throw out of his mouth, “This
is the first time I’m even sharing something I wrote. But recently, with a lot
of things in life, as some of you already know, I wanted to try and show that
I’m real. That even though I was kind of forced to come out, I’m still me,
because that’s something that has never changed.”
Some people began murmuring. Sans knew it was most likely because he was
acknowledging the existence of the pictures that started this mess for him. He
looked through the crowd and finally smiled as his body relaxed…Papyrus. And he
was looking at him, smiling.
“Please, don’t go.” Sans started as he looked at Papyrus. “I’m not asking you
to bring me the heavens or the stars, even though you try. You lift me up when
I have fallen and you’ve seen me fall pretty damn hard.”
Sans felt his soul hurt as he remembered how he felt when they were fighting
because of the hacker. He remembered how he had pushed Papyrus to drink himself
to the point of cheating. “You’ve seen the broken pieces of me and said they
were beautiful even when I thought that they were ugly shards of glass and I
begged you don’t touch because I didn’t want to cut you. You would only smile
at me and say ‘Don’t worry’.”
“Your hand grazes against me, almost like your fingers are strumming. I’m your
guitar that sings horrible music, but you don’t care because it’s the song of
the angels.” Sans smiled warmly as he could recall every time Papyrus touched
him, how his body would shudder as Papyrus would make Sans his for those
moments and for those nights, trying to keep himself from blushing. “Slowly I
feel myself fading into you, realizing that my hand fits perfectly into yours.
Your soul beats faster than mine because you have a purpose, and I beg you,
please don’t go.”
Sans was looking at Papyrus, he could tell that Papyrus was trying hard not to
get emotional. Sans was positive that Papyrus was remembering the same things
as he was. And as much as he wanted to show that he was the inspiration for
this poem, he needed to keep it hidden. It was almost too cruel for Sans to
bare as he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see that hurt of not being able
to show the world that they were in love.
“Even though” Sans voice began to crack, “Even though I know you won’t leave,
I’m terrified you will. You’re the moon and I don’t want the sun to rise and
ruin the stars that you’ve splattered for me. I try to remind myself that life
changes and things can’t stay the same, so I draw the waves of time crashing
into the rocks of my self-doubt. And I’m praying that if our love changes it
only changes because it grows into a mighty tree trying to reach the very ends
of the universe. That way we can climb our love and conquer it like it does us.
Sans opened his eyes, smiling warmly as he looked up at Papyrus, also thankful
that Mettaton was next to him since everybody still believed that he and the
robot were an item, “I smile as you kiss me, and your taste is my favorite kind
of poem. A poem with truth and beauty, so soft and kind and uplifting, and I’m
scared to ask you what I taste like. Am I too cold and bitter, even though it
may not be true because of a number of times you’ve stolen my breath? For you,
I don’t mind falling. Because I know you’ll catch me. I want to dance with you
in the melody of the stars as our hearts melt into one and the only sounds we
hear is a standing ovation as our lips mold perfectly into each other.
“So please, darling… My love… Stay.” Sans barely whispered the end, “Thank
you.”
The audience started clapping slowly, and then it erupted as many of Mettaton’s
fans were rooting for him. Many stood and continued clapping and Sans could
only smile widely as he made his way off stage. It was so uplifting to hear how
everyone liked his poem.
“Seems mom is right yet again.”
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Papyrus is thrilled for Sans for competing in the Poetry Slam, but he
     grows jealous as everyone who attended assumes that the poem was
     directed at Mettaton when it was really directed at him. He expresses
     his feelings to Sans, who tries to make him feel better only to have
     his motives turned against him. What Papyrus decides to do is
     shocking. Will he come out of it alive?
Chapter Notes
     Hi, everyone! Super duper sorry for this being late! As I explained
     before, things were pretty hectic after getting back home from being
     on vacation. At least I'm only 2 days late hahahaha
     I already have a start on chapter 17. Please look at the end notes
     for important information :3
     Want to see my artwork too? Check me out on Tumblr at https://
     wonderartandstories.tumblr.com/
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Cheers to the best damn poet that we all know and love!”
“CHEERS!”
The clanking of glasses could be heard around the restaurant as everyone
cheered and congratulated Sans on his accomplishment. The Poetry Slam not only
had the best turnout since the first slam, but Sans had also won. After his
poem, the entire auditorium was in an uproar, and there was nothing anyone
could say otherwise indicating who the winner was. The amount of support he
received from everyone left him speechless, smiling teary-eyed on stage as
Toriel brought him out a small plaque and a bouquet of roses. Everyone whooped
and clapped, thinking they were from Mettaton, when in reality it was Papyrus
who had bought them.
After the slam was over, Sans was surrounded by a group of people, mainly his
classmates, getting his hand shaken and even getting random hugs from people.
Hell, he even got a phone number from a cute red headed monster guy. Off on the
side Papyrus stood next to Alphys and Undyne, watching Mettaton hug and cuddle
all over HIS boyfriend. It was very unsettling for him, trying not to let
jealousy set up too much of a shop. It was all part of the act, and he hated
not being the one in Mettaton’s place.
Fast stepping back to the restaurant Papyrus was sitting on one side of Sans
while Mettaton was on the other. Everyone was eating and talking as the
excitement of the night was far from over, though it wasn’t hard to see that
Papyrus was having an issue with not being able to properly congratulate Sans.
The poem was meant for him and not the damn robot, and though he was smiling
and chatting as if nothing was wrong, he was obviously angry.
“Sans dear, you were absolutely brilliant up there tonight! And that poem of
yours was breathtaking. It gave me chills darling!”
“Thanks, Mettaton. I wrote how I really felt. It’s what I felt in my soul...”
Papyrus' eyes jolted up from his plate having felt a squeeze on his leg,
finding Sans hand settled. He was faced toward Mettaton, but he was showing his
affection towards him the only way he could in public. The fact that they had
to hide it this way felt wrong and he felt ashamed and wished Sans would just
let him express to the world that he loved him and that he was his. He couldn’t
even hug him how he wanted, hold his hand while out shopping, show any form of
love at all. He was able to hold him a couple of times at school, but that was
just showing he was a caring guy to the other students. He frowned, deep in
thought, until Undyne jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow that he broke out
of his trance and looked up at her annoyed.
“That hurt.”
“Stop sulking. You know you’ll get to show your appreciation tonight. Just….
try and be quieter when you have guests over hmm?”
“At least we're loud enough to hide what you and...?”
“Hey hey, I’m not complaining,” she said with a smirk, lowering her voice to a
whisper, “So I take it you both…”
“Oh, fuck yeah. Every. Room.”
"HA! Holy shit Paps," They high-fived and Undyne pulled him into a headlock,
laughter following. It’s why she was like a damn sister to him. Besides Sans,
she was his best friend. It was great to have someone to hang with and talk to
like this.
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
It was late when everyone decided that it was best to head home. After final
congratulations and a giant kiss on the cheek from Mettaton, both skeletons got
into the car, located in the back of the parking lot, and took off for home.
The restaurant they went to was on the other side of town from the house, and
after about 30 minutes Paps pulled into a vacant lot. Parking, he could only
look out through the windshield as Sans glanced around confused.
“Pappy, why did you stop? What’s wrong?”
“I… I don’t know how much longer I can hide us, Sans. How much longer I can
hide the fact that I fucking love you. Tonight…. tonight I wanted nothing more
than to jump onto that stage and embrace you. Oh hell, how I wanted to. It took
hours before we could be alone for me to talk to you like this when I should
have been able to show you right away. It’s not right and I hate it!”
He pounded his fists on the steering wheel. Tears formed in his eyes, glancing
over towards Sans. It felt like someone had a hold of his soul and was dragging
it through fire. He never thought he’d fight for someone so badly it would hurt
him so much. He really didn’t want to hide anymore. They made it through one
trial just to go through another.
“Papy, please. I know it’s hard, but you only have to wait until the
championship match when they announce the scholarship winners. It’s so close,
and though I never understood why we have to keep it hidden that you’re gay…”
“It’s because those in charge are homophobic assholes who feel that the only
real players are straight humans and monsters! They think you have to be
straight to be able to play! It’s talent, not your sexual preference!”
He growled as he leaned over and grabbed Sans by the shoulders. He was shaking
hard, unsure what he should do as he tried keeping himself in the closet for
Sans, but after tonight he wanted to get out of it. He wanted more than
anything to tell everyone. He honestly did not care if he got the scholarship
at this point. It may have been his dream before, but Sans was his new dream.
He was his everything, and he would give anything up for him.
“Then show them Paps. Show them how amazing you are a player, and once you get
one of those scholarships come out. Prove to them that you don’t have to be
either to be the kind of killer player I know you are,” he pushed his forehead
against Paps’, eyes closed with his hands on his cheeks. “You can do it Papy. I
believe in you.”
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
After calming down Papyrus was able to drive them the rest of the way home. It
was late enough where they decided to just go to bed. Still upset with himself
for ruining Sans big night Papyrus slumped in and up the stairs after him. They
both dressed for bed before climbing in, Sans curling himself into his chest.
Reaching up, Sans pressed himself to Paps mouth, tenderly kissing him while
being embraced. Leaning into said kiss, Papyrus pulled him as close as
possible, allowing their tongues to form and explore, moans coming from both as
the kiss deepens. Suddenly breaking the kiss Papyrus clutches tightly to Sans
tiny body, his hands resting against his skull and spine.
“I’m yours, Sans. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait, and when the day comes
that I can loudly claim you as mine will be the day I forever become yours. I
can’t promise I won’t mess up until then, but I promise you I’ll try.”
“Oh Pappy, that’s all I ask for. That and your love.”
Cradling him Papyrus leans his beloved onto his back, half leaning over him
while returning to the kiss. They start suckling, their mouths and tongues
making their kiss rougher. Sans reaches his hands around Papyrus’ ribs, pulling
him down in an attempt to be as close as he could get. Leaving the kiss,
Papyrus starts licking at the base of Sans skull and slowly traces his tongue
down his spine. Groans and moans sounded from Sans as he continued his teasing.
Whimpering, Sans tried pulling Paps back up, but the other insisted on moving
downward, lifting his shirt over his head to cast it aside to trace the others
sternum, ribs, and every bone on his arms and hands. When reaching the
phalanges on the right hand, Paps puts two of them in his mouth, sucking and
wrapping his tongue around them.
“P-please, no more t-teasing,” Sans begged from the head of the bed. He was
trying to grab Papyrus’ shoulders in an effort to pull him back up but to no
avail. Smirking, Paps slid himself further down to Sans' clearly visible
erection, playing with it with the tip of his finger, the rough feel his
bottoms arousing him further. The slow and agonizing touch made Sans arch his
pelvis as he started getting desperate.
“Sans, you’re so fucking beautiful right now. Every bone is gorgeous, your
smell is intoxicating, and your taste is mesmerizing. I can never get enough of
you.”
Before Sans could respond Pap wrapped his tongue around Sans cock and began
sucking through the fabric. Sans started squealing in pleasure, his moans
higher in pitch than usual with tears running down his cheeks. Quick to wrap
his legs around the other's neck he started bucking into his mouth, hands
clawing at the skull between his femurs. The taller skeleton laughed, prying
his head back long enough to release Sans cock while revealing a gorgeous hole
as well, making his mouth water.
He ducked around his pants to dive back in, taking Sans fully in his mouth in
one go. It wasn’t until Papyrus slowly pressed two fingers into that puckered
entrance that the room fell damn near silent. The amount of pleasure hitting
Sans at that moment was so intense he was silently crying out making him cum
hard in that hot mouth. He bucked his hips a couple of times before falling
completely against the bed with half lidded eye sockets. Papyrus could only
laugh as he wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist.
“Heh, you are fucking amazing Sans.”
“Uyhen heujo.”
“What was that? I couldn’t understand you, love.”
“Y-you… fff….. “
“We’re not even done yet.”
“Whaaaahhh!”
Sans voice came back, his back arching incredibly high as Papyrus practically
ripped his pants off the remainder of the way only to plow himself into his
tiny frame. Still super sensitive from just cumming, Sans was clinging to the
bed sheets for dear life, the tempo from Papyrus quick and exhilarating. He
felt like he would soon pass out.
Papyrus wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. A fire flared inside his soul and he
wanted to provide Sans every bit of love he could give, even ravishing him in
the bedroom. Picking Sans up he leaned him against his ribs, Sans clutching his
arms as he bobbed on Paps lap.
“S-sans,” he asked through thrusts, “I need to try something. Do y-you trust
me?”
“Yes, Papy yes! Don’t stop!”
Without a second thought, he reached deep inside Sans rib cage, softly grabbing
the cyan glowing soul within. It showered a brilliant blue around the room and
Papyrus brought the bright soul to his mouth, his tongue appearing again to
wrap around it. Wails and cries were heard against grunting and moans. Sans
body, now pulsating the rhythm of his own soul, erupts as he came again. His
dick and soul flood Paps chest and mouth as he fell backward onto the bed, his
entire body shaking, his bones rattling in response to cumming twice so close
together.
Obviously spent, Sans breathing was rough as he laid otherwise motionless on
the bed. Opening one eye socket Papyrus was on top of his again in a flash.
“Not passed out from bliss yet? Okay, get ready for more.” The magic in his
socket flickered, Sans whining pleasantly in response.
~*~*~*~*~
His body was going to crumble. Sans never knew that anybody could feel this
much pleasure. The only clues that gave away that he was still alive were his
half-parted eyes and his shallow breathing. Sans was staring at Papyrus, who
was now over him in a monstrous primal stance, and as he tried to see what was
going on failed due to Papyrus pulling him close and entering him again. Sans
body arched as he clenched tightly onto those ribs.
The taller skeleton let out a low moan as he felt Sans’ inner walls strangling
his dick as he slowly started thrusting into him again, kissing Sans sweetly as
he felt his hips beginning to loose control. Papyrus tried holding off from
cumming for as long as he could, never wanting to let this end, though, if he
could, he'd cum a million times, one after the other if it meant he could keep
Sans entangled around him in permanent bliss.
“Sansy, I can't hold it any longer,” Papyrus whispered near his ear hole. Sans
continued to scream out when he suddenly bit down into Papyrus’ clavicle,
pulling a deep growl from him as he felt himself thrusting even harder into
Sans. The harder the thrust, the harder Sans bit down until Papyrus finally
came, pushing Sans into his last orgasm with the taste of the others marrow
fresh in his mouth. Sans could feel his bones rattle as if he were nothing more
than a shell for Papyrus and Papyrus alone; although Sans didn’t feel bothered
by the idea.
Paps held Sans close as they began to settle down for the night, brow narrowed
down in deep thought, even after such a wonderful moment with his boyfriend. He
so desperately wanted to come out and was considering doing so to his father.
It seemed like it would quench that desire to at least try and come out long
enough until he was in college while riding on the soccer scholarship. Damnit,
why couldn't they have a night of passion without a serious conversation after?
Sans had noticed how unusually quiet Paps was being and nuzzled his head under
his jaw in a comforting manner.
“Sans?”
“Yeah Papy?”
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do, and I love you too. What's-”
“I’m thinking of coming out to my father.”
Sans closed his eyes and shuddered, “Are you sure you should do that? Your
father, from that one time, gave me some really bad vibes.”
“Yeah, but I know you’re going to be there, so when I tell you to go to the
car, please go to the car. I don’t want you near him because I have a feeling
that he’s going to react in such a way and I don’t want you getting involved. I
don’t want you caught in the crossfire,” Papyrus held Sans tight.
“I’ll be fine Papy. What’s the worst he can do?”
Papyrus felt his eye lights dim low, "He's normally covered in dust and blood
because of what he does, Sans.”
His small lover pressed away enough to look up with a stern expression, “You
mean he kills monsters?”
“Monsters, humans, it doesn't matter to him. If they get in the way..." He
shifted them on the bed where he would be resting on his back with Sans half
laying on his sternum, trying to hold his emotions back as he continued
speaking, “I think my dad killed my mom. One day she tucked me in, then I
remember hearing them screaming. They did that a lot. And then… nothing. When I
woke up the next morning, my dad told me that mom left and she wasn’t coming
back.”
“Oh my God,” Sans lifted his head to make eye contact with fearful eye lights,
“Papyrus, please don’t do this. I don’t want him doing anything to you. I
couldn't bare it if he...” His voice trailed off as the sentence was left
unfinished.
“He’s still dealing with whatever he’s doing. Grillbz will still be there."
“Papy, we should get some sleep if we plan on getting all of your clothes and
important things here,” Sans whispered as he closed his eyes.
“Yeah,” Papyrus spoke softly as he kissed Sans on the top of his head, feeling
himself drift to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus chuckled as he watched the smaller skeleton getting clothes for the
bathroom. Last night was amazing, despite his need to darken it at the end with
talking about the sack of shit he called dad. This morning, Papyrus thought
that they could go a couple more rounds, and decided to just lay in the
afterglow. Deciding against it, he grabbed some pants and started heading
downstairs, stopping to turn on the television, and flipping it to one of the
sports channels, to see if there was any news going on about it.
Nodding at reaching his desired station, he casually listened to it while
grabbing things for breakfast. He was about to start cooking when he heard his
soccer idol on television for a live conference. Papyrus left the kitchen;
there was no way he was going to miss his favorite soccer player talk.
Papyrus was completely absorbed as he listened and watched thoughtfully. He was
one of the best soccer players out there. A certified legend.
“What does this mean for your career?”
“Does anybody else know about your sexuality?”
“How does your girlfriend feel about this?”
His idol was being bombarded with so many questions as the media went crazy of
how he had just come out of the closet. Papyrus was just stunned as a giant
grin spread on his face. If his idol could come out, so could he! The winds
were changing and to hell if everybody was ready or not for gay athletes!
Papyrus felt a weight lift from his chest, now knowing that he wasn’t the only
one. He practically wooted while heading back to the kitchen.
Sans came downstairs with a towel on his head as he saw Papyrus smiling ear
from ear moving about the kitchen. He didn't notice the smaller skeleton as he
formed a plan: He was going to come out when they announced the people who got
the scholarships. He knew that he was going to get a scholarship and as soon as
he was assured that, Papyrus was going to come out in front of everybody and
kiss Sans. He was going to announce it to the whole town, using the newfound
courage from his icon.
“You’re not cooking. I am.” Sans stated as he smiled, shooing his boyfriend
away from the oven.
Papyrus laughed as he sat down on the couch in the living room, watching tv. He
was sure to keep it out of the sports channels, not wanting Sans to know. He
was going to surprise Sans, and if he saw what was going on, he would beg for
Papyrus to wait until they are absolutely sure that there wasn’t going to be
any repercussions with the scholarship. He understood why Sans would be worried
but this was his chance!
Papyrus put on something that he knew Sans would like. It was some science
channel where they were going on about space. He remembered before they started
dating, Sans mentioned that he was always interested in watching the stars, so
Papyrus figured that he’d probably also be interested in something like this.
It didn’t take too long for Sans to finish preparing breakfast. It smelled
utterly amazing. Papyrus was sitting on the floor, his back to the couch when
Sans came out to join him. They both started acting silly as they tried feeding
each other. Paps nearly got a chunk of egg tossed into Sans eye socket.
Snorting Papyrus started laughing while trying to apologize which made them
stop before somebody got food in their skull.
As soon as they were done eating, Papyrus sighed, “We need to get ready and go.
I have to get my shit from my old man's place and tell him I like sucking
dick,” Papyrus snorted at the end.
“Oh my God, Pappy. You’re being vulgar.”
“Okay, I need to tell him I like sucking my boyfriend’s dick.”
“That isn’t better!” Sans huffed but couldn't keep the corner of his mouth
turning up for a split second.
“Don’t know what to tell ya. I’m not the most straight-laced person.”
"Puns, seriously Papy?"
Sans sighed as they both started to go upstairs to their room. They got dressed
quickly and jumped into Sans car, heading for Paps neighborhood. Sans was
looking at the sky, watching the clouds drift before turning to look at Papyrus
as he drove. Something in Papyrus had changed. He could tell that he was hiding
something since the taller skele didn’t act like this unless he was planning to
do something that he clearly knew he wasn’t going to be too thrilled with.
Wanting to press it but deciding against it, he also knew that, when Papyrus
had that look on his face, it was going to be alright.
Before either of them knew it they had arrived. Papyrus parked the car and
kinda sat there for a moment as he inhaled to try and keep a level head. His
father didn’t know that he was suddenly moving out, that he had enough of
having people look at him as a way to either get at his father, get with his
father, or get his father as a contact. Papyrus was tired of dealing with his
old man’s so-called 'legacy'. He wanted to be something more than deal with
this kind of life. If he actually got a scholarship, which he was pretty sure
he'd be getting one of them, Papyrus was going to be the first person in his
family to go to college. He knew that his mother was a high school drop out,
having dropped out a few months after she found out she was pregnant with him
and his father dropped out of Jr. high school because he saw that running the
streets was his calling. He knew that some of his family had a high school
diploma, but there were more dropouts than anything else. Papyrus wanted more.
He wanted to show that he could become more. He wanted a life with Sans.
Papyrus quickly grabbed the keys, motioning for Sans to get out of the car, and
they walked towards the front door. He smiled as he started turning the nob and
went in.
Sans followed Papyrus to his room after stopping in the kitchen for a few trash
bags and was genuinely surprised. It looked like any typical guy’s room. There
were posters of half naked women, monster, and human, all over his walls. One
poster, in particular, caught him by surprise since it was a monster playing
soccer. Sans knew it was his favorite soccer player.
“Are you sure your gay?” Sans laughed as he pointed at one of the random
posters. The girl was laying on her back on a sandy beach while looking at the
camera upside down. Her breasts were about to pop out of her bikini top.
“Haha, suck my dick,” Papyrus mockingly winked as he opened his closet and
began pulling out his clothes.
Sans kept looking around the room, a little impressed that his boyfriend was
able to keep his sexuality from his father or so long. Papyrus absolutely hated
this place. He wondered how many times his boyfriend felt like he didn’t belong
here? How many times did his father make him feel like a stranger? How many
times did Papyrus have to go running back into the closet because his father
made the living room too unbearable for him to even be in? Sans's soul ached as
he tried to imagine what Papy had been through living here.
Sans noticed a photo out of the corner of his eye sitting on a desk in the
corner. It was of him as a little kid with a skeleton woman. She had extremely
soft features, even though she had Papyrus’s facial structure. Her eyes were
kind as she played with a smaller version of his boyfriend.
“That’s my mom,” Papyrus stated a little dryly.
“She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she was,” Papyrus spoke softly as he took the picture and placed it in
one of his sports bags. Sans watched him for a few moments, deciding to hug him
from behind. He wanted Papyrus to know that he was there for him and that he
understood. He knew what it was like losing a parent.
“I love you,” Sans spoke softly.
“I love you too,” Papyrus smiled, “Now, let’s get this shit in the car before
we’re caught.
They started putting Papyrus’s things in the car. By the time they were putting
the last items in the trunk, a beat-up black car pulled up behind them, his
father stepping out. Pap closed the door to put his arm across Sans
protectively, as if instinctively, and glanced back to him.
"Sans, get in the car."
"Y-yeah."
"Don't worry, it'll be okay."
Sans nodded, quickly getting into the car and locking the doors as he watched
Papyrus walk towards his father. Sans soul felt uneasy. He just wanted Papyrus
to be safe.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Moving out.”
“Who the fuck told you-you could do that? Get your ass in the house, now.”
Papyrus felt like he was about to throw up as he followed the thick boned
monster. He was so nervous. He was about to tell his father the truth and he
knew that it meant that he was never going to be here again. He wanted nothing
to do with his father. He was tired of playing as one of his tools. Papyrus was
ready to have more of what life had to offer.
“There’s no way around this,” Papyrus started, “I want to let you know
something.”
“What the fuck boy? Spit it out.”
“Pops, I’m gay.”
Papyrus’s father stood there for a minute, cocking a brow at his 'genes' and,
without warning, Papyrus felt a huge pressure meet his face. His father started
hitting him, grabbing his shirt and throwing him to the ground. He was
screaming about how he didn’t raise him to be some queer. Papyrus grabbed his
father’s leg, making his father slip and crash into the entertainment center,
knocking the t.v. and a bunch of empty beer bottles crashing to the floor.
Papyrus got up. He was done. He was going to live his life without his father.
He didn’t need him.
Papyrus lurched forward as he felt something hit him in the back, his head
hitting hard on the concrete floor before he realized what happened. His father
grabbed the lamp stand and, snapping it over his leg, created a sharp point.
“I’m going to fucking dust you! You fucking fag! No fucking son of mine is
going to be some fucking queer!” Papyrus curled himself up as best as he could,
trying to make sure that his head and soul wasn’t in clear sight. He knew that
if something happened to him, Sans would get out. He’d go to Toriel and be
safe.
Papyrus wait for what felt like an eternity, realizing that he was still there.
He could barely hear anything but ringing from slamming his head and the
punches. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. He looked up to see
Grillbz pulling his father away from him from behind, barely understanding what
he was saying. Whatever he said, made his dad look at Papyrus darkly. Grillbz
released him, grabbing some cheap beer and poured it on his head, saying
something, and before he realized he was grabbed and pushed him out of the
door. The back of Papyrus’s head wasn't fully clear and was hit one last time
as the door slammed shut. Papyrus felt weak, falling to one knee as he saw Sans
run out of the car, tears running down his face.
“Papy!” He dove at him, trying to keep him from falling any further on the
porch.
“Well, I’m free,” Papyrus smiled as he spat a mixture of saliva and marrow on
the grass.
“Let’s go home before they come out,” Sans whispered.
“Yeah, but you’re driving.”
After arriving home and making sure they weren’t followed by anyone, Sans
helped Papyrus inside the house and onto the couch. Forgetting about his stuff
for the time being Sans ran around collecting things: first aid kit, additional
bandages, ice packs and anything else he thought they might need. Before he
could get to wrapping things, he needed to heal what he could himself.
Helping him sit up, Sans climbed and sat on the armrest of the couch, Paps
upper half between his legs. Focusing, he was able to bring forth his magic in
such a way that both their souls started glowing. He wasn’t very good at it,
not at all, but it was something. Wincing due to the strain it put on his own
injuries, he was able to ease some of the pain the other was in, who only sat
there with a content smile.
“Who knew I’d be in between your legs again so soon, heh.” He was on a roll
today and he knew it amused Sans, though he always tried acting annoyed by it.
“Now’s not exactly the best time you dork,” Sans could only smirk half-
heartedly through forced back tears and Papyrus chuckled until he himself
winced from a sudden pain. His head had a few cracks in different places, and
his nose hole was smashed up. Nothing a doctor could do about it so the best
thing was to clean it and take care of it themselves. Paps father didn’t get to
do much before Grillby interfered, though Pap was wondering why Grillbz went so
far as to dump a beer on him. Now he smelled like shit in addition to having
marrow everywhere. They should probably get a new couch after everything it had
been through.
Breaking from his own thoughts he looks up to see Sans panting, his skull
beaded with sweat. How long was he using his magic? Sitting up, he turned and
grabbed both Sans hands, “Sans, I’m alright, you’re exhausting yourself. Really
I’m fine,” He kissed his boyfriend's hands, feeling the warm magic slowly
disappear from them.
“I… I was so worried Papy. I was so scared to move. I wanted to follow you but
I didn’t want to be in the way. I couldn’t help you.”
“No, no Sansy, please don’t think like that. You stayed in the car, you didn’t
interfere. You kept yourself safe and that was the best thing for you to do. I
couldn’t risk you getting hurt any more than you are, let alone if he actually
got his hands on you. The stuff that ‘monster’ is capable of is one hundred
times worse than what Marcus and his shit gang could pull.”
Tilting Sans face up, he rubs his thumbs under both eyes, wiping the tears
away. He started chuckling to Sans confusion.
“What’s so funny?”
“Look at both of us. Looks like neither of us can stay out of a fight for too
long.”
Sans had quite the shiner still from when he got into the fight with Chara in
addition to his still mending ribs whereas Papyrus had his skull fucked up and
anything not healed on his arms and chest. Still laughing he touches his
forehead to his boyfriends, causing the other to laugh along. It had been way
too long of a day and they were both too beat up and worn to move anything into
the house.
“Let’s order some dinner and relax. We’ll move your stuff in after school
tomorrow with everyone’s help.”
“That works for me.”
They simply kissed.
Chapter End Notes
     I wanted to give everyone an update concerning my soon to be changing
     work schedule. Currently, I work 2-3 very early baking shifts and
     about 1 muffin afternoon scooping shift a week. There are 3 bakers
     where 1 works as many jobs as I used to and the other will be
     starting school next month. Due to this, she will only be able to
     work 1-2 days a week. This will give me additional hours, which is
     wonderful because each shift is only 3-4 hours long.
     What does this mean for my writing and art? Well, with more early
     morning shifts, in addition to helping my mom, I won’t be writing as
     much to start. It’ll take time for me to get used to working so many
     early shifts, along with going to bed sooner. This will cut my
     writing time but I can doodle while at my parents since I only doodle
     SFW. I will still continue to update UnderClass on a weekly basis, so
     no worries there! Just wanted to give everyone a heads up!
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     A contest with no sex, the results of the pregnancy test, and
     leather? What do these 3 things have in common? A crazy time!
Chapter Notes
     I'm not late you are! FITE MEH!
     Seriously, I am so sorry for being late again. Baked Friday,
     Saturday, today, AND will tomorrow while trying to prove to my boss I
     can do it and so far I can, just ending up napping more during the
     day. Less time for writing, but I am still getting the chapter out
     YAY!
     Things are gonna get pretty kinky next chapter, so early warning that
     there will be slight triggers and to pay attention the warnings :
     3 Also, because I don't want to split up Chapter 20 (it's going to
     involve the awards ceremony for Papyrus) I really really want to keep
     it at 20 chapters but it will be a much MUCH larger chapter. I will
     try and post it on our regular Saturday/Sunday update time but due to
     the size I may update it on a later day but that same week. We shall
     see!
     This means that, after this chapter, there's only 3 more left for
     this part of UnderClass. Thank you so so so much for everyone who has
     supported us along the way and has continued to follow along!
It was difficult getting up the next morning. With all of Paps regular clothing
in the car and no clean anything for school, they had to find the cleanest
uniforms possible, much to Sans' dislike. He was usually more on top of these
things, but the weekend had been crazier than usual and he had no time to do
anything, much less worry about laundry. Besides that, he also had to help get
Papyrus dressed and downstairs. This proved to be a challenge since his father
did a bigger number on him than they thought.
Curses and groans were said under breath as they finished getting ready
downstairs. They had a second set of toiletries in the lower leveled bathroom
when Sans was beaten up by Marcus and his gang and it was easier to get ready
downstairs than up. Leaving Paps to his own devices in the bathroom Sans left
and made a quick breakfast. At the rate they were going they would be late for
school. He texted Undyne to let her know to meet him in front of the school as
well as let Toriel know that they would be late.
'Is everything alright my child? Do you need my help?'
'I'll explain everything in class.'
Papyrus came out shortly after he texted them, and after eating Sans helped him
into the passenger seat, getting to school with only a few minutes until the
bell. Sans had tried explaining to Undyne in his text that Paps was in pretty
rough shape due to a fight and when they reached the school parking lot she was
looking rather angry. Shuffling over she took one look at him and rage hit her
face, “Who the fuck did this Papyrus?! Tell me who so I CAN KICK THEIR ASS!”
“The old man,” he staggered his reply as he got out of the car, “He was pretty
pissed to find out I was moving out. I also told him I was gay. Prick could
have killed me for that but thankfully I don’t have to go back.”
She shook her head after placing her hand on her forehead, “Damn it Papyrus! He
could have dusted you! You’re lucky as hell that you even left with this! Y-
you…” She looked down at the asphalted parking lot, not wanting to show her
face. Sans hung back behind Papyrus as she moved her arm to her eyes. She was
crying. She could have lost her best friend, her brother. She knew everything
that he went through growing up in that house, and the fact she could have lost
him was seriously pissing her off. Next thing they knew she stormed herself
right up to him and punched his arm without holding back.
“Damnit Undyne! The fuck was that for?!”
“Don’t ever fucking do something so stupid again or you’ll be answering to me!
Ya got that bonehead!”
She roughly embraced the tall skeleton and after a few seconds, he returned the
gesture. Their hug last just long enough that she quickly let go and rubbed her
hands over her face. Dropping her hands, her unusual grin was back, “Okay
losers! Let’s get you two to class!”
“Next time you see Grillbz, will you thank him for me?”
~*~*~*~*~
Sans had left the two alone so he could make it to class. They had to keep up
appearances and the fact that Undyne was Paps ‘girlfriend’ meant that she was
the one to escort him to class. He was at his locker when they walked by with
their usual group, Undyne laughing about how she was jumped and that, even
though she could have handled them on her own, Papyrus felt it was the manly
thing to do to jump in himself and get the worst of it. Sans rolled his eye
lights and went to the gym.
He checked in with his P.E. coach to get his attendance marked before rushing
to speak to Toriel. She didn’t have a first-period class so he would be able to
explain what happened without being interrupted. There was also the thought of
what his punishment would be for beating Chara up.
Reaching the room Sans knocked and they greeted each other warmly. He explained
everything: Going to Paps house to get his things, the problem his dad had with
him being gay, and then the beating he received from his father that was
stopped in time. Toriel was completely livid knowing that a parent had beat up
their own child, but Sans begged her to not say or do anything. She had already
spoken to police about investigating the deaths of Frisk’s and Chara’s parents
further, but the case had been shut for months and to reopen it they needed a
new piece of evidence. A hunch of who the killer was wasn’t enough to put
anything on him.
Rubbing the bridge of her muzzle she invited Sans to walk around her desk for a
hug. She sighed before telling him that Chara was placed in a mental
institution the day before and that was putting a lot of strain on her, Asgore,
and especially Frisk. Understanding why her brother was there, it was still
hard to leave him. He was her only family left, and she felt she was slowly
losing him. Noticing Sans's worried look Toriel assured him she’d be okay and
they had other matters to attend to. Not wanting to add any icing on the cake,
she asked him to sit back down so they could discuss the events from Friday.
Calming herself, she had to put her teacher face on.
“Sans, I really don’t like to have to do this, but because of the strict code
we have here at the school, we’re going to have to suspend you as of the end of
the school day today. It’ll be for the rest of the week and you can return
Monday. Do you understand the reasons for why we have to do this? Do you
understand that this is being enforced by the school as an act of violence
towards another student?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” He hated that this was happening, but it was the rules and he had
to endure the consequences of his actions. He’ll just use the week to get Paps
things organized and get the house cleaned. Good heavens, how long was it since
he did a full cleaning? With having everyone over so much, and with what he and
Paps continued to enjoy doing, a deep clean was needed badly.
He huffed and pouted in his chair making Toriel chuckle. Even though he had
grown up so much in the last few weeks he was still like a child at heart. The
bell rang signaling the end of class and she escorted him to the door before
hugging him once more, “Sans, things happen for a reason, so please try and
look on the brighter side of everything. A line of unkind things can happen to
make way for something remarkable.”
“Thank you, mom,” he said while walking away smiling.
 
~*~*~*~*~
His next couple classes went without anything eventful and when the bell rang
for lunch he ran out to meet with Mettaton. He wasn’t in the mood for his drama
attentioness but it was the only way they could see Pappy. Unbeknownst to them,
Undyne had saved room for everyone at their table and they sat with them. Mett,
Alphys, and Frisk were shocked by what happened to Papyrus but he just waved it
off and told them it was for the best. He was out of the bastards control and
he could go where ever and hang with whoever he wanted without any issues.
Hell, he could now get an honest job now.
He was pretty happy about it until he crumbled his face from the pain. The pain
killers that Sans had left over from his doctor visit were wearing off. The
bruising was already showing and the cracks around his nasal cavity were still
really busted up. Frisk recommended he go see Mom after school to see what she
could do with her healing magic. Bone was pretty hard to mend, but since she
had more training than Sans it was worth a shot. It would at least help with
getting rid of the bruising.
“Maybe s-she could help with Sans eye?”
“No way! He looks totally sick with it! It’s his trophy for beating the snot
out of that punk!" Alphys elbowed her and motioned to Frisk, who looked down
quietly at the table. Undyne stammered for a moment, trying to apologize, and
the young teen waved it off.
"Don't worry about it. He deserved it after what he put everyone through,
especially you Sans."
A soft blush formed on Sans cheeks as everyone agreed and he awkwardly laughed
it off. He most certainly was known for being involved in fits, but most of
them he wasn't found to have fought back in. He never wanted to go through that
again or put someone else through it.
~*~*~*~*~
Lunch whipped by a little too fast for Sans, along with his last classes so
that, before he knew it, everyone was already in Toriel's classroom to see what
she could do. Papyrus had soccer practice that afternoon and he wasn’t in the
best state to go out and run around kicking a ball or getting kicked at.
Concentrating, Toriel wasn't able to fully heal his nasal cavity or the cracks
on the back of his skull, but she was able to heal everything else on his arms,
back, and chest, which included the bruising and cuts.
Being able to stand and walk around without help felt amazing. He jumped onto
desks and off of chairs with Toriel scoffing at him while the others laughed.
After thanking her they all raced down to watch him practice. The team was
going to be on the field almost every night until a couple days before the big
game, so Sans was going to be home alone the entire day for pretty much the
whole week. He decided on the bleachers that he’d still show up for Paps
practices if he could. It was so exciting watching his boyfriend practice, and
seeing him all sweaty and running around in those shorts made this mind cloud
up.
“Seeing something that’s entertaining sweety?”
"Mmm huh? /what's your say Mettaton?”
Mettaton started whispering something to Sans that made him blush deeply, which
in turn caught Papyrus’s attention. Right as he looked up to the bleachers the
ball got kicked right into his chest, throwing him onto his back. Sans bolted
upright and Undyne was laughing, snorting her drink in the process.
“Great way to catch the ball ‘dear’!”
“Papyrus! Get your damn head into the game we have only a week left so get your
shit together!”
“Yes, coach, sorry coach!” He yelled and got back up with help from a teammate.
He sent a glare in Mettaton’s direction who only smiled and shifted his weight
closer to Sans. Oh, he was a dead robot.
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
Practice went smoother for the rest of the day and afterward, they all grabbed
a quick bite at a fast food joint that was on the way to their place. Sans
figured it was the perfect time to tell everyone he had to be suspended for the
rest of the week and even though t was understandable it still pissed Papyrus
off. They finished and, after getting to the house, was able to get everything
brought in from Sans car within an hour. A few things got unpacked by the time
it was late enough for everyone to head home.
Tending to the washer Sans was instantly on laundry duty. He was so focused on
getting laundry started that he didn't notice the figure looming behind him
until his shirt flipped upward and he yelped in surprise. Papyrus was feeling
around his ribs and spine, annoying Sans enough that he pushed him off.
“Pappy, come on. I want to get this done and start unpacking your things. Why
are you always in the mood for sex?"
“What can I say, it feels amazing and I get to hear you scream for me,” He
pressed Sans against the washer, nuzzling against his skull.
Blushing Sans ducked and darted past him in hopes to escape, surprising Papyrus
who recovered quickly and was soon caught and shoved against a wall. Papyrus
proceeded to play with Sans ribs, licking his neck and shoulders. Groaning, he
was able to weasel his way out by sliding down the wall and booking it for the
kitchen. “If it’s how you want to play Sans, I’m coming for ya,” Papyrus
growled.
Unable to make it around the table he was caught again and tossed up onto the
counter, shirt getting torn off and proceeding to have his ribs teased by
Papyrus, kissing him roughly since he enjoying this game. Sans moans were short
in between words.
“I bet you…. ooohhhh…. that you…. god Pappy…. couldn’t make it one week
without… uuhhh…. without sex.”
“You challenging me at a game you can't win?”
He leaned back away from Paps, giving him a smirk, “Yes, but who's to say that
I wouldn't be winning?”
Papyrus cocked what would be an eyebrow if he had one, “Really, and what
happens when the first one breaks?”
“They can do whatever they want to the other.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. There are no rules, just no cheap shots. Teasing allowed as long as
there is no intentioned touching. What do you say, handsome?” It was Sans turn
to be the cocky one and he flashed a grin.
“I think you have a challenge, my dear Sansy," he got close to Sans again to
whisper, "Though it's too bad. I was going to do some delicious things to you."
It didn't help he was already hard so he ran his tongue over his teeth allowing
his breath to hit Sans neck.
'Damn it Paps,' Sans whimpered, feeling his resolve already crumbling when his
phone went off. He didn’t expect it to ring during this time of day and it
surprised them both. Regaining his composure and shooting a giggle in Paps
direction he answered it, getting off the counter as Papyrus resiliently
released him.
“Hello? Oh, Doctor, I am so sorry! Yes. I can get there. When is the
appointment again? Okay, we’ll be there.”
“What was that all about?"
“With everything going on, it slipped my mind. We need to go to the doctor
Papy. I need to do that test...”
Oh, right. The pregnancy test. That was going to be an interesting car ride.
And it was. The car ride was awkwardly silent as both skeletons were deep in
thought. There was honestly nothing that they could do: If Sans was pregnant,
then they really needed to talk and figure things out. It seriously scared the
hell out of Papyrus. Sans wanted a family, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew very
well that there was no way either of them could take care of a kid. They never
even talked about what they would do if Sans had a kid hanging around his soul.
Would they raise the child? Would they give the kid up? Would they terminate?
Was that even possible with skeletons?
It didn't take that long to get to their destination. The roads were
surprisingly clear, but then again it was a Monday night. The nurses looked up
from closing their systems down, one making a rather annoyed face when Sans
explained why they were there. They waited for a few minutes before the doctor
called for them which Papyrus and Sans quickly followed the doctor into his
office.
"It's a good thing I took a last look at my appointment screen for today, not
that it would have been bad to have you come in tomorrow, just you both looked
rather determined to get this done. The sooner the better."
"Y-yeah..."
“Alright, Sans, go ahead and bring out your soul. I’m going to perform the
test."
Sans nervously looked at Papyrus, the taller skeleton smiling to try and show
his support while offering his hand. Sans held it tightly as he let his soul
out. The doctor took hold of it quickly, poking and prodding and murmuring to
himself. Sans squirmed a little as the butterflies in his 'gut' were doing
summersaults: he wasn’t used to his soul being touched like this. He was used
to Papyrus's touches and before Sans knew it, the doctor released it where it
floated back to his sternum and disappeared.
“Just as I thought."
They sat silently for a moment as he took out a notepad and started scribbling
something, getting rather annoyed with his lack of an answer. "Well?"
"Hmm? Oh! Right, sorry. The test was negative. No signs of a little souling."
“How could you tell just by looking at Sans soul?”
“Well, his soul would have been a little bigger with magic and have a much
smaller grayish soul trying to separate from his. If the soul were to have
already separated, your protective magic would have taken over and formed an
ecto body for you to carry the child to term. But everything looks normal in
both areas.”
Sans let out a sigh of relief as he got out of his seat. Both gave their thanks
to the doctor and started to head back home. They got to the car and they just
sat in the near empty parking lot.
"So..."
"Yeah?"
"We kinda dodged a bullet there, didn't we?"
Sans fiddled with the hem of his shirt, trying to lighten the already heavy
mood. He was happy that he wasn't pregnant, but at the same time, now knowing
he wasn't, he felt.... disappointed? Now was not the best time for having a
kid, especially after the whole ordeal with Chara, but would it have been that
terrible if he was?
"Yeah, we did. Though it doesn't necessarily mean that I wouldn't, you know, w-
want them in the future.... Just, I'm still scared to death that I might parent
like my ass of a dad and-"
"You're not going to be like your father Papy. You're already ten times the
better monster than he could ever be, and I think you'd make a wonderful dad."
He leaned over the center console and gave Papyrus as much of a hug as he
could, the other turning in his seat to make it easier to embrace. Giggling, he
whispered happily, "Though it doesn't mean we can't keep perfecting our
methods."
"Ohohoho! Giving up so soon after issuing your 'challenge'?"
"Not at all," he stuck his tongue out and wiggled his brows, filling the car
with Papyrus's laughter, who decided it was the best time to ask Sans what
happened while Mettaton was talking to him during his practice. Sans sighed.
“You know how Mettaton is. He’s just saying stupid things to make me blush. He
likes seeing you jealous. He thinks your reaction is funny.”
“Peachy.”
~*~*~*~*~
“You know you can back out of the bet now and I won’t go too hard on ya.”
Papyrus smiled as he laid on their bed. It was already late having gotten back
as Sans continued on laundry and he kept emptying boxes. Sans was suspended
from school and Papyrus had to go tomorrow and wouldn’t be coming back home
until late. He wouldn't get to tease him much before then.
“I can last longer than three hours, Papy.” Sans sighed as he put on his four
sizes too big anime shirt. It had unknowingly become his favorite pajama shirt.
“Suit yourself,” Papyrus said as he suddenly pulled his sweat pants down a
little.
Sans nearly gasped in shock at him. He couldn’t believe that Paps already had
an erection, his hand firmly grabbing it to casually begin stroking his member,
looking at Sans with a smirk.
“What?” there was a cocky tone to his voice.
“Oh my god Papy what are you doing?”
“Jacking off. If you’re not going to help me I’ll have to take care of it
myself.”
“But in front of me?” Sans was blushing in embarrassment.
“Not like you’ve seen me feeling this good before,” Papyrus was moaning
slightly and gave a buck of his hips, “Although, if you give up, you’ll see me
feel even better.”
Sans rolled his eyes as he climbed into bed, “No thanks. I’m not in the mood.”
He just so lied through his clenched teeth, happy he had on the larger shirt to
help hide his pooling magic.
He knew that Papyrus probably felt rejected but Sans didn’t want to lose. He
was the one that brought up the bet. And he didn’t want to look foolish in
serving something he couldn’t take. So, as much as he just wanted to jump on
his boyfriend and ride his dick, he laid in bed next to him curled up with his
back turned to him. Sans listened to Papyrus moaning, his voice heightening his
libido and the urge to start rubbing himself. Sans knew the only reason Papyrus
was even masturbating like this was just so he could get at Sans. He wasn’t
going to be weak and let his hormones get the better of him.
“Papy, can you just go to the bathroom. I know what you’re trying to-”
As soon as the smaller skeleton turned around to face him Papyrus came all over
his face. Both of them had a look of shock and horror. Sans bones began to
rattle as he looked straight ahead at Papyrus. Even though he felt better being
able to release, he didn’t intend to cum like that, much less cum on Sans's
face without giving him a warning.
“OH MY GOD I just took a shower!!”
“I’m so sorry Sans!” Papyrus took off his shirt trying to clean his lover’s
face.
“Ahhh forget it, I’m going to the bathroom!” Sans whimpered as he got out of
bed and left for the bathroom.
As soon as he got in, Sans locked the door and turned the faucet on. He stared
at his reflection in the mirror, taking his fingers to run through some of the
cum and brought them to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them to lick them
clean. This was going to be a really hard week. He just hoped that Papyrus
would give up before he did.
Sans felt the temperature of the water and began washing his face. He didn’t
expect for his body to get so hot and bothered by Papyrus just jacking off like
that. Was that how he felt watching him on the couch while they were drunk? And
cumming on him almost took him over the edge. Sans felt himself grow wet from
excitement, feeling a moan roll from his mouth as he let his fingers dance on
his pelvis, his magic already pooled to form a pussy. It seemed that this was
his bodies preferred choice of genitalia, noticing that, when feeling extra
excited, that it seemed that he would form this particular one. He took off his
over sized shirt and turned on the hot water for a bath. He figured if he was
going to play with himself when he didn’t have his normal parts, he may as well
do so while relaxing.
He unlocked the door to the bathroom, in case if Papyrus needed to use the rest
room or in case if he got caught, it would make Papyrus go and lose it. If the
jerk was going to show off like that he might as well get some payback.
As soon as the tub was filled, Sans let himself sink into the water and
bubbles, his body excited for the heat of the water. Sans slowly began to play
with himself, pressing the bulb that was his clitoris. He had never really
explored his ecto form like this before, soft moans escaped his mouth as he
began imagining Papyrus teasing him. Slowly, Sans let a finger slip inside as
he continued to press and massage the little ball. Sans just wanted his
boyfriend in here with him so badly. He just wanted Papyrus to fuck him. He
didn’t care if he had a pussy right now, just wanted Papyrus to just bang him
like he did in the bathroom at school. Sans felt so close to climaxing. He was
moaning out his boyfriend’s name, tasting the sweetness of the sound...
“Sans, are you okay?” Papyrus knocked on the door, “I heard you calling me.”
Sans shook as he felt himself so close. Clearing his throat he tried to keep
his voice calm, “Yeah, I forgot my towel. Can you get it for me?”
“Sure, be right back.”
Sans groaned as he lost all motivation to continue, his pussy twitching as he
withdrew his hand. He'd have to grin and bear it.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning Sans was up before Papyrus, showered, and was downstairs
cooking breakfast when he heard the creak of the staircase. Turning with a
plate of food in his hands he suddenly stops, near dropping the plate in shock;
Papyrus stood there, fully naked, with a giant bow wrapped around his pelvis.
“Sans, I have a present for you, and you need to open it rather soon,” He
growled, leaning against the doorframe.
Sockets wide, Sans stood there motionless. In what felt like years when it was
only seconds his eyes got teary and he bellows out such a laugh that he had to
hang onto the counter to support himself. Clutching his throbbing ribs he
continues laughing, unable to control himself. Was he that desperate so early
in the challenge that he’d try something so simply ridiculous? Did he think he
was that easy to get off guard?
Trying to control his laughter, he took a few deep breaths before talking, “Pa-
papy! Oh My God what made you HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He had looked up at him which was the wrong thing to do because his laughter
came back full force and he fell to the floor in hysterics. Paps disappeared
from the doorframe, probably too pissed off from Sans’ reaction.
“Paaaaapy! D-don’t be maaaaaad hahahahaha!”
~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus knew it was a cheap shot, but he didn’t think that Sans would burst
into laughter induced tears. The guy couldn’t even stand let alone speak a
sentence. He thought he looked rather stunning, but alas it was all for naught.
He would have to send an angry message to the monster who recorded the video
saying it was a sure fire way to get a little action. Why the hell did he think
it was such a good idea?
Looking at the video on Sans desktop, he looks at the description and smacks
his palm to his forehead. It was meant for ladies to get their man’s attention.
No fucking wonder it didn’t work! He was the more masculine of the two, so of
course Sans found it hilarious.
Getting dressed in his school uniform he heads back downstairs, a giant pout on
his face. He was sure to miss eating, but at that point, he was too embarrassed
to eat let alone be around Sans at the moment. Getting to the ground floor he
glances back at the kitchen doorway to find Sans, smiling, and standing there
with a hand on his hip and a bag in the other. He was wearing that frilly apron
again and…. Where were his clothes?
Papyrus’ face flared up into a deep orange blush and Sans handed him his bag
and a packed lunch. Mouth agape, Sans reaches up and closes it before winking.
“You’ll have to try harder than that Paps,” before turning to walk back into
the kitchen, his tail bone swaying. Shit.
~*~*~*~*~
The entire day was extremely uncomfortable for Papyrus. Seeing Sans like that
this morning he could've nutted right there in the hallway. He really wanted to
relieve himself before leaving but otherwise would have been late for school
but Toriel’s threat of him being late or missing school while Sans was
suspended was unacceptable and would mean his immediate removal from the team.
Instead, he tried taking care of himself in one of the bathroom stalls but kept
getting hounded to get out of the stall.
He cursed while heading to the field. Playing was much harder than anticipated,
and by the end of practice the coach had called him out 3 times for poor
playing and had him run laps twice. His head was completely elsewhere. The
coach was pissed at the end and called him over for a private talk.
“What the fuck is going on Papyrus?! We have championships in a week and you’ve
gone from my best player into the shitiest in 2 days! I understand you have a
crack in the middle of your face but come on son!”
“I’m sorry coach. My, um, girlfriend decided to challenge me to, um, something
and it seems to be affecting me a lot more than I care to admit."
Expecting to get screamed at some more, he keeps his gaze locked onto his
coach. Surprisingly, his coaches expression went from seriously pissed off to
understanding. Sighing, he places his hand on Papyrus’ shoulder.
“Papyrus, do me a real solid and give it up. It’s not worth it. We need you to
get back into it or we not only risk the title but you risk your scholarship. I
think it's safe to say that this is one time it’s okay to swallow your pride
and throw in the towel. If you're not playing better by tomorrow some extreme
measures will be taken.”
“Sure?" He did not want to find out what those measures were.
~*~*~*~*~
Embarrassment completely engulfed his face as Sans walked out of the adult
library, clutching the large black bag for dear life. Why did he decide to do
this? Why did he feel the need to go into the damn store? He knew they would
question him about his age, but the fact that they downright accused him of
forging his I.D. to make a purchase just downright pissed him off. Sure he was
short for his age, but he was of legal age to go in and buy something.
Getting into his car and turning on the engine he sat there trying to steady
his breathing. He looked down at his purchase, his blush deepening the more he
thought about it and he quickly shifted out of park and headed home. He never
thought in a million years he would buy something like this, and yet he still
did. He wanted to show off in front of Papyrus, maybe tease him enough into
breaking, and ending their little challenge. Maybe use it for his punishment.
He had so much he wanted to try with him, and it made his whole head a deep
bright blue as he started day dreaming. His head in the clouds he didn’t see
the light turn green and a horn blare. It snapped him out of the fantasy,
making him jump, taking off and waving to the driver an apology as they drove
by angerly. He just wanted to get home at this point.
After reaching the house he looks around for any signs of life before grabbing
the giant bag and running like hell to the front door, where he proceeds to
fumble with his keys only to curse as he drops them. Bending over an item near
fell out and he scrambles, finally getting into the house and slamming the
door. He really didn’t the neighbors to wonder what he had, though he figured
they probably heard everything anyway.
Running up the stairs and to the bedroom, he tosses the bag into the closet and
prays he could just forget about making his purchase. Paps wouldn’t really be
interested in such things anyway. Yes, he liked being bit and getting a little
rough with him but that meant nothing. Sans was just imagining things and was
just finding a reason to go into the store. To look at things…
He flops himself on his bed, heat rushing back to his face. Oh, how he imagined
all the naughty things he’d seen in that store were things he and Papyrus would
do. All the positions, the toys, the looks of pleasure and earnest from all the
humans and monsters on the packages… it was enough to drive anyone insane.
Looking back at the closet he scrunches his face into a frown. Did he maybe buy
too much? The outfit he thought was simple enough but did he need all the other
things? All the toys and extras? Maybe he should try on the outfit to make sure
it at last fit. He didn’t want to own something and not be able to fit into it
properly, especially if it was for Papyrus.
Heading to the closet he dragged the bag out and emptied the contents onto the
bed. Picking up the first item, a leather onyx black corset, he tried this way
and that to put it on. All the straps confused him, especially the ones that
wrapped up and around his collar bone and spine. After finally finding it fit
perfectly around his ribs he grabbed the next and last clothing item: Leather
thigh high boots. They had at least a 3-inch heel on them and when he held them
against his leg it reached all the way up to his hip bone. This was due to his
short stature, but would be worth it.
He had done research on the topics of biting and pain in sexual practice and
found out it was common in use, even in what was called S&M and it resulted in
what you would call a dominant and a submissive participating in acts of
trusted pleasure through pain and other methods. The dominant (dom) would use
toys and whips and paddles on the submissive (sub) until they came. This made
him realize that he was the more submissive of the two and he wanted to try the
reversal roles with Papyrus.
As he had pulled the final boot on and started zipping it the door to his
bedroom flew open as Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys entered. Without a word they
stopped, everyone completely froze in place. Paps was staring with his jaw on
the floor, Undyne started whooping and Alphys tried hiding her face as Sans
face blushed and he tried hiding himself with his hands.
“EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!”
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Start a contest of no sex a little over a week before the
     championship game that they're fighting so hard to keep Papyrus'
     sexual preference in the closet for so he doesn't lose getting one of
     the major scholarships for college? Please, we ALL KNEW that was a
     bad idea.
     WARNING: BDSM PLAY INCLUDED. WHIPPING AND PAIN INFLECTION TRIGGERS
     INCLUDED. PLEASE MIND THE TAGS.
Chapter Notes
     PLEASE READ NOTES BEFORE THE CHAPTER!
     So I want to make sure everyone knows what BDSM is before starting:
     "BDSM is a variety of often erotic practices or roleplaying involving
     bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism, and
     other related interpersonal dynamics. Given the wide range of
     practices, some of which may be engaged in by people who do not
     consider themselves as practicing BDSM, inclusion in the BDSM
     community or subculture is usually dependent on self-identification
     and shared experience."
     In addition to running late with this chapter as well as for those of
     you who got to read the Tumblr original version of UnderClass before
     I took over cleaning up and editing things... I AM SO SO SORRY. At
     that current time, I had absolutely no idea about BDSM and what it
     entitled, so when I wrote it for Tumblr it was a disaster.
     That being said, I have spent this entire last week perfecting and
     practically rewriting the entire scene to where it not only made
     sense, but it was done with more concern and safety involved as if I
     were involved myself. This included safe words, consent, and above
     all else trust in your partner. You CANNOT have a safe scene if you
     do not have full trust in your dom or sub. Please read Ending Notes
     for additional information.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sans started screaming and all hell broke loose. Alphys was the first to react
and began shoving Undyne and Paps out, Papyrus trying to fight his way back in
while yelling that it was his room too and he had every right to be in there.
“It’s Sans's room! Go dunk your head!” She huffed out as she slammed the door
on them. They could hear her comforting Sans as he started sobbing.
Stuck in the hallway they awkwardly stood side by side, neither wanting to look
at the other. Starting to chuckle, Undyne elbows Papyrus’ arm and grinned. “So,
you’re into that kind of thing?”
“I seriously have no idea, I guess so? Sans and I have been, well,
experimenting and it seems I like to be bitten…. Hard. Guess Sans thought he’d
tease me in a way I’d break down from our ‘challenge’ nyehehe.”
“Nehuhu, yeah I love it when Alphys brings out the horse whip!”
"Say what?"
"Nevermind ya fucker."
Silence followed as they both stood there daydreaming at the wall, and then
suddenly darting past each other, “I’m going to the bathroom!” they yelled
together as Paps headed to the upstairs one and Undyne zipped downstairs.
~*~*~*~*~
“He saw me! You all saw me in this ridiculous outfit and you all think I’m some
freak!”
Sans was bawling into Alphys's shoulder, clutching to her shirt tightly while
she was hugged him. She noticed the anime shirt she bought for him sitting on
the chair at his desk. She left his side to scoop it up, handing to him to
throw on and sat on the bed. He had climbed up next to her and continued to
cling to her, weeping and horribly embarrassed. She felt equally horrible that
they just barged in without so much as a knock.
“Shhh Sans, it’s going to be okay. No one is going to think that way about you.
I think Papyrus was more pleasantly surprised and aroused than anything, and I
p-personally think it’s amazing that you’re breaking out into a new form of
pleasure. Undyne and I do it all the time!”
Looking up into her face Sans wipes his eyes with his hands, sniffing and
rubbing at his nasal cavity, “R-really? You and Undyne like this… hardcore
stuff?”
"It's not always hardcore actually. There are lots of different forms of it, so
it's easy to get caught up and not notice things until it's too late. You have
to be able to put full trust into your partner and," her face started lighting
up red as she continued talking, “I-it’s not really so much as that p-per say
that we like it, well, a little r-rougher sometimes. Her scales are tough a-as
steel and my skin is a bit tough too. It’s o-one of the only ways we could,
umm, well…” She looked down, her face now fully enveloped in red and her index
fingers tapping together nervously.
Sans had felt like he understood better and smiled. His breathing was more
relaxed though he was still shedding cyan tears. He was happy that he wasn’t
the only one who liked feeling this way.
“So, who doms more often?”
“T-t-t-that’s none of your concern Sans!” She hid her face behind her claws,
feeling heated as Sans's tears and frown dissolved into a smile with laughter.
He started removing the boots and after a bit felt he was okay to leave the
room after putting on pajama pants. They bumped into Papyrus in the hallway,
Alphys darting her eyes back and forth between the two until she shoved Sans
forward. He staggered, nervously smiling up at Paps who in turn embraced him.
Was he still wearing the corset?
A while later the lizard and fish monster leave, not bringing up what happened,
allowing the two skeletons some alone time after the mishap. They were sitting
side by side on the couch enjoying the quiet, the only recognizable sound is
their heavy but steady breathing. Papyrus swallowed hard and pulled the smaller
monster close.
“Sans, after this morning and after what happened at practice, I feel like this
challenge of ours needs to end at least until after the Championship game."
“What happened during practice?”
"I was pretty distracted, and I had no chance to take care of myself before
hand. Coach was pretty hard on my ass because of it. I honestly don't think
it's a good idea to do this right now, especially with the game in only a week.
We can... try again after?"
"I'm sorry you got into trouble with your coach Papy, and yeah it's okay that
we wait," he buried his face into Papyrus' uniform shirt. He really had no
intentions of causing any trouble for his boyfriend with his little game and he
felt bad for getting his coach angry with him.
"No foul really. He said just make sure to get my head back into it by tomorrow
otherwise there were going to be some serious consequences, so since you're
okay with holding off until after I'd really love to get back to teasing the
shit out of you."
Sans held a look of disbelief as he leaned away from Papyrus, "YOU teasing ME?
If I remember correctly it was I who was driving you mad enough to try and
masturbate in the bathroom on the first day which, if it wasn't for the game
and your scholarship on the line, I'd continue to happily drive you up a wall."
"So that was what you were going to use that outfit of yours for."
"I was going to break you in more ways than one," he cooed. He sat up and
turned to fall against Papyrus' arm, letting himself slid up it so the taller
skeleton could feel the corset underneath. Paps cheeks flushed orange as he
laughed through his nose hole.
He coughed, knowing what was hiding under that dorky anime shirt, a shiver
running up his spine as he pressed himself further against Sans, "I admit you
looked sexy as hell in those boots and corset. I had to... take care of
something before you came out with Alphys. I'm sorry for just bar-"
He didn't have the chance to continue, his body going stiff as Sans ran his
tongue up the side of Paps skull. He came damn close to the edge of his socket
and would have had it slide in if Sans hadn't retracted it in time. He ended up
across Papyrus's lap in seconds, their teeth clanked together into a fierce
kiss.
Sans eventually had enough will to pull away, hearing a light moan of
disappointment from Papyrus. “Let me go get ready,” he slipped off the couch,
slow enough to let those fingers linger as long as possible, and headed
upstairs, leaving Papyrus alone with another giant boner. He squirmed in his
seat while watching him go deciding that watching something would help distract
him for the time being.
After about thirty minutes or so he felt like he needed to check on Sans. It
had gotten a little too quiet upstairs and it was becoming pretty unsettling
for him. Standing up he shut the t.v. off and crept up the stairs cautiously,
knocking on the door before to listen then entered their bedroom. The light was
out and candles were placed around the room. Soft shadows emitted off the walls
and ceiling while a chair sat in the middle of the floor. It wasn't the desk
chair, and Sans hadn't come down for a kitchen chair. Stepping further into the
room to inspect the wooden seat the door slammed shut behind him, revealing
Sans.
Stars, Sans was gorgeous! The boots were splendid high heeled black leather
that reached Sans hip bones, the edges pointing outward. He wore nothing around
his pelvis, fully showing a cyan ecto dick and vagina as well as his plump
thighs and ass. The corset was also black leather and it reached up over his
ribs and around his neck with strips of the same colored leather. To finish his
ensemble he held a black leather whip and a blind fold. His eye shone his
signature cyan blue but, instead of his usual eye lights, they were round with
slits.
He grinned, lost in his thoughts on Sans's outfit, as he stepped toward Sans...
The whip sounded and he retreated his last couple steps. Did Sans actually use
the whip? He knew how to use a whip! Shit, this was turning serious and it sent
a chill down his spine and into his confined shaft.
“Strip. Slowly. And sit.”
Following orders, Papyrus did as instructed: He slipped his school jacket off
and onto the floor, followed by pulling his shirt over his skull to also
discard with the jacket. The candles played with the shadows from his rib cage
letting the light illuminate over the bones.
His pants were a different matter. Dropping the belt he unbuttoned them too
painfully slow for his own taste but knew it was what Sans wanted to see.
Sliding them down over his hips the top of his erection showed. He grasped
himself in an effort to show it off in front of Sans, but his wrist was grabbed
and hand pulled away. Looking down he had Sans next to him, the pain in his
wrist executing a needed thirst to be quenched.
“I did not tell you to grab yourself Papyrus. Take. Off. Your. Pants. And sit
down.”
Stepping back he allowed Paps to finish removing the garment and, now naked, he
sat in the chair. Without waiting for any questions, Sans placed the blind fold
over Papyrus' eyes and jerked back his arms. He cuffed his wrists individually
to the sides of the chair and then swiftly cuffed his ankles to the legs. Small
moans escaped from his mouth and Sans nudged the end of the whip under his
mandible, pushing his skull up.
“You do not speak until spoken to. You do not cum until I allow you to. This is
our first time experimenting in this, but do try to control yourself. Is that
clear Papyrus?”
“Y-yes Sans.” Paps tongue was now hanging out of his mouth, his panting heavy.
He never thought he’d enjoy something like this in a thousand years, but here
he was with the shyest boyfriend around, getting dominated.
“Good. You will address me as sir for now. If you behave, you may have a treat
later. How does that sound?”
“Wonderf-ful.”
“Good. The safe word is peach. Don’t be scared to use it Papy, just know if you
do we're 100% done and I'll uncuff you. Green means you're good to continue,
yellow means to lighten up. I will not question your answer, so be clear with
what you want. Understood?”
"Yes, Sa- I mean yes, sir."
They kissed, Sans, forming his tongue to run over that beautiful jaw, moved up
to his nasal cavity. He suckled the cracked bone with care while whispering
praises, mainly to himself, about his well-behaved toy.
“Yes, Si-aaaaaaaahhh!”
Sans wasted no time and cracked the whip across Papyrus’ chest, a lovely red
appearing quickly on one of his left ribs. He didn't want to push him too hard
right away. Besides, he wanted his boyfriend to really feel what they were
doing. He watched Papyrus wince as he breathed deeply to get himself back under
control.
“I did not ask you a question nor did I say you could reply,” Sans took his
thumb and pressed into the newly red welt, whimpers escaping from Pap. Why did
it feel so damn good? That delicious orange cock continued to twitch from the
stimulation Sans was pushing him through. Feeling small hands on his thighs he
thrust himself forward, the same hands grabbing his member. He felt thumbs
rolling around the head of his penis, his breath catching with a yelp when a
bone finger pressed into his slit.
“Well, someone’s being a little too eager. At this rate, you might come before
I tell you to. Maybe we'll need a few more lessons than I realized. Well then,
we'll just have to continue.”
The whip flew as Paps chest flared and burned. The pain had Papyrus reeling in
his chair, spine arching with his arms trying to break free, curses and moans
bubbling from his throat though he tried keeping them suppressed. Every few
hits had Sans asking if he was alright, and each time he said green save for
close to the end, using yellow. It was time for a change in tactic.
Paps felt Sans's presence, one of his boots pressing against the underside of
his cock. Sockets widening under the blind fold he ground his jaw as Sans
started pushing the tip of his foot, smiling. “Someone’s been a good boy so
far, who’s ready for their treat?”
“I’m ready for my treat, sir.”
“Do you think you deserve your treat love?”
"P-please, sir, I've been good. I-I deserve my treat."
"Such wonderful manners," he cooed from behind.
Paps felt like he was on air, never realizing he was falling backward until his
skull landed hard against the comforter placed on the floor. He snapped his
head to the side in a state of mild panic from the change of his internal
compass until Sans knelt next to him to calm him. He broke out of character,
apologizing for not giving him a warning to the change. Papyrus gave the
colored code word to continue, after regaining his composure, to have San sit
right above his face. His knees were on either side of his skull, his scent
intoxicating enough to make Papyrus whine with want, the heat from Sans pussy
heavy.
"I was only going to let you smell, but since you were so good about that
mishap of mine you may taste as well. You're being so wonderful, PapEEEE!" He
didn't mean to squeal, coming back from his surprise of Paps not waiting for
him to finish speaking. It would be something they'd work on but for now, he
was going to enjoy using him.
Papyrus just couldn't wait, having pressed his mouth and tongue into those
sweet fragranced folds, the smaller skeleton's flavors exploding. It made his
head sway. He could hear Sans mewl as his hot breath stroked gently over that
aroused clit, licking it in quick little flicks, not wasting any time to dive
his tongue into his entrance. He was gripping the arms of the chair, sure to
leave gouges, as he hungrily ate him out with hips bucking the space behind
Sans.
"Oh, God!" He was already close to sobbing, choking back his tears to try and
maintain as much of his control as he could muster. It was becoming extremely
difficult: Paps had eaten him out before but NOTHING to this valor! And it was
causing him to rock his hips hard over that strong jaw, one hand on the floor
and the other pumping his own cock.
There was no letting up. If Sans wanted to get pussy fucked by his mouth who
was he to deny him? After all, this was his reward. He pumped his tongue
skillfully, over and over, into that throbbing mangina, feeling every pulse of
Sans' walls twitch with his climax.
His bones felt like they were on fire from how hot he was, his marrow scorching
as he came, screaming Paps name with threats of what'd do if he came too. He
damn near collapsed but held himself steady, not realizing he could blush even
harder with how much he released all over the skull between his thighs. He got
worried in his post climatic haze, grunts and groans illuminating from under
him.
"Papy-"
"Green," the word fell with no hesitation, chest heaving and legs shaking, his
body begging to be disciplined for answering. His dick pulsed painfully, blue
balling from having to you every ounce of will power to not join Sans in that
moment. He didn't understand how this could feel so good, and though scared of
what might be in store, he wanted desperately to find out.
Instead of the whistle of the whip, he was helped up and pressed onto the side
of the bed, onto his welted rib cage as it left his pelvis fully exposed and
erection rubbing against the sheets. He bucked into the familiar texture with
finesse. Sans grabbed his lower spine to began to lather it in saliva, his
tongue rough against the polished bone as his hands found their way to the
front, rubbing his ilium crests and weeping cock before setting into a steady
pumping rhythm.
Panting and moaning was all he could muster, wanting to speak but forbidding
himself to. He was so close to losing it. The pain was close to unbearable. His
breath hitched as Sans tongue strayed from his spine to his ischium, sucking
and teasing the underside of his shaft. Orange magic spread around his pelvis,
his femurs, creating an ass with a puckered hole. It caused him to forget one
of the rules, clearly muttering “F-fuck, more."
“What’s that Papy?"
"N-nothing, sir!"
"And now you're lying to me. Tsk tsk Papyrus. You were doing so well too. And I
was going to let you have at me too for that perfect demonstration you gave
me."
He crawled out from under him, pressing himself, and his tip, against his ass.
The blindfold was removed, Papyrus blinking a few times from the light, giving
a look of confusion than full on understanding. Knowing what Sans was planning
to do he started squirming his whole body; he suddenly grew scared. Always the
giver, never the receiver. He felt panicked hearing a soft whisper behind him,
“You know not to speak until spoken to.”
“Holy shi-!”
Sans thrust hard into Papyrus, his shaft stretching him as he was taken.
Nothing could have prepared Paps for the shockwave he felt, his entire body
shaking from mild pain, the pleasure, the burning of being used like this. His
oncoming curses came as Sans continued to grind and push into him, each thrust
tore louder moans from him, feeling himself on the verge. His vision blurred,
drool pooled on the bed, cock rubbing harshly on the bed sheets. Tension wound
itself tighter into a ball in his soul. He was so close, so close.
“Ask me for it Pappy. I know you want to. Beg me to allow you to cum.”
“P-please Sans! God, please let me cum!”
“Alright,” he calmly said as he grabbed his dick, pumping in time to the
snapping of their pelvises. He dug his phalanges into his magic.
"SANS!" Papyrus came hard. Orange magic shot onto his abdomen and bedding.
Feeling Papyrus' ass clench him Sans yelled out, pulling him flushed with his
body to bite into his shoulder blade, blue magic seeping inside Papyrus' ecto
body and down his thighs. Completely spent Paps collapsed, Sans, removing
himself slowly, proceeding to remove the cuffs. Once off he helped Papy to bed
and then took off his outfit. He cleaned it and himself with a cloth before
doing the same to his lover, checking the welts on his ribs to see if any
needed bandaging.
"Papy, here. You need to drink this. Come on easy now."
He had no idea how thirsty he really was until the cool liquid hit his mouth,
and he grabbed the bottle to drink like it was his last. Sans laughed lightly,
watching him chug the water, before handing him another which was downed at a
slower pace, but none the less still consumed. Climbing into bed he cuddled
Paps skull against his chest, wrapping him in their blanket, cooing and
praising him for having done such a wonderful job. He had read about proper
care for after and was sure he was doing everything right. He wanted Papy
happy.
Paps body was shaking, but not from pain per say. The feeling came and left
after Sans had cleaned and cared for his ribs. No, it was the intensity of his
climax had sent him into wave after wave of heated ecstasy throughout his
bones, and it had swamped him, draining everything he had. After a while he
began to settle, shaking less and hugging tightly to Sans' figure as he
breathed calmly. Never had he experienced something like what they just did and
he couldn't believe how much he enjoyed being dominated.
“Papy?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be alright?”
"Yeah, I think so. Kinda have to be since I can't miss school."
Sans hummed, his soul glowing softly, magic leaving his fingertips in a faint
light. "If, well, if you enjoyed this as much as I hoped you did, I'd really
like to do it again."
“I would love to,” Paps said with a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms
around Sans, head nuzzled back into his chest. They soon fell asleep, the
calming voice of the wind dancing the wind chimes on the neighbor’s porch.
~*~*~*~*~
After what felt like a pleasant life time of being in each other's arms,
basking in the after glow of their love, both lovers began to crawl out of bed
to start their day. Surprisingly it was Papyrus who was up first, saying he
only had a few hours of sleep but didn't think he could get any more. Neither
would have minded Papyrus missing today, but due to Toriel threatening to have
him removed from the team if he wasn't at school every day during Sans
suspension, it wasn't something they wanted to take any chances with. Both
opted to take a shower together, the warm water running over sore bones,
washing away the essence down the drain.
“You want me to get your back?” Papyrus asked.
“Yeah, if you don't mind."
“You know, last night was crazy.”
“Yeah. Is that how you feel when you’re in me?” Sans looked up curiously.
“How did it feel for you?”
“Well, it was really tight. And hot. I don’t know how to explain it. And when
you came, you got super tight and-.”
“You don't have to describe it Sansy. I was kinda there, remember? Though, it's
funny that the poet can’t find words to fully explain how it felt for him."
Papyrus chuckled as he playfully smacked Sans with a wash rag.
Sans chuckled as he turned around hugging Papyrus, who in turn smiled as he
kissed the top of his head. He honest to God wanted to stay home. He just
wanted to relax and spend a lazy day with his boyfriend. But that would cause
quite a bit of trouble.
“You want me to get your back?” Sans asked
“Can you even reach?”
“No," he grinned rather cheekily.
Paps rolled his eyes as they both laughed. Papyrus sat down a little
uncomfortably so Sans could get his back. As soon as they were done, they
turned off the water and began drying themselves off. Sans threw on one of Paps
simple white shirts before taking all the dirty laundry downstairs, letting the
other go and continue getting ready for school.
Today he was going to get the rest of the laundry done. Determination mode set
in as Sans threw the clothes in the washer and tossed soap in before starting
it. He then went straight to the kitchen and began making some breakfast;
French toast and oatmeal. Sans began humming to himself and was finishing up by
the time Papyrus walked downstairs.
“That smells amazing,” Papyrus said as he walked over to Sans, wrapping his
arms around him to try and steal a kiss.
“I’m not done with the cooking and if you make me burn this, you’re eating
breakfast at school,” Sans snapped, a smile on his face.
“I’m hurt!” Papyrus joked.
“Just give me two more minutes. Breakfast is almost done,” Sans kissed his hand
before leading him towards the table.
“That’s cool.”
Sans quickly looked at the food cooking, smiling when he saw that they were
done, he turned off the stove grabbed the bowls and plates, serving Papyrus and
himself. Both were chatting about what they would be doing for the day. Sans
was just going to finish his school work for the week and do laundry. Probably
even read or write if he was inspired to. Papyrus was just going to go through
the motions of class and then go to soccer practice.
“You want me to call when I get out of practice?”
“Yes please, because I was thinking about surprising you with butt plugs, anal
beads, and cock rings.” Sans teased.
Papyrus looked at him, a spoonful of oatmeal halfway to his mouth, face flushed
with magic. Sans burst out laughing at his boyfriend’s reaction.
“Crap, Papy. I’m joking, but seriously if you can call me, it’ll be nice."
"Harde har har Sans. Don't joke like that, otherwise, you might just get what's
coming to you." He received the tip of Sans tongue stuck out at him between
puffed out cheeks. He chuckled and continued eating.
After they were done, Papyrus gave Sans a kiss before he left for school. The
small skeleton watched him from the door, and as soon as he was out of sight,
Sans went inside and continued doing chores. It bothered him to no ends that
the house was a mess wishing he was more attentive to it. While cleaning he had
turned the television on for background noise.
Sans sighed, happy seeing that he managed to get the house fairly clean within
an hour. He knew that the place was nowhere near as messy as what his mind made
it seem. But he just wanted to make sure that everything got cleaned. Heading
into the laundry room he switches the load to the dryer and realizes how hot it
seemed in the stuffy room.
Sans felt like his body was getting hotter out of nowhere. He groaned as he
went to check on the temperature. His sockets widened when he saw that it was
actually very cool in his house. Yet he felt like he was in a sauna. He took
off his shirt, noticing his bones were flushed with his magic. He groaned. He
was in heat.
Sans hated his heat. Mainly because, unlike most monsters, whose heats were
regular, his was more sporadic. For the longest, he figured it was because he
was a skeleton, but it seemed that it was just him. Papyrus’s heats were always
like clock work. They also came and left without either of them really
noticing. Lucky ass.
Sans slowly went up the stairs. Whenever his heats would start he'd usually try
and sleep as much of it off as possible. Although, at the moment, he felt like
he wasn’t going to be able to. His body was aching with warmth and need, his
magic screaming for Papyrus to get back.
As soon as he made it upstairs, he rushed to the bedroom, taking off the rest
of his clothes and turning on the fan, relaxing a little as the cool air
soothed his heated bones ever slightly. He felt his magic pooling in his
pelvis, forming a dripping slit that pulsed with eagerness and anticipation.
Sans let a finger graze down, butterfly touches making him shiver. He needed to
get off so he could handle the day long enough until Papyrus returned. Whining
he began rubbing.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans was laying on his bed, staring longingly at Papyrus’s pillow. It smelled
just like him, that spicy musk driving his heat even further out of control.
The longer he stared at it, the more he considered his idea. He'd have to
change their sheets afterward, but it wasn’t a big deal since he still needed
to do that anyway. Finally deciding Sans straddled the large pillow, feeling
his hips grind against the smooth cotton pillow case. He could almost taste his
own moans as they escaped his mouth in small outbursts. It felt nice. His bones
rattled as he began to envision his boyfriend. In his mind, he wasn’t grinding
against a pillow. He was straddling Papyrus as he enjoyed being ridden. He
could almost feel Papyrus entering him, thrusting lightly just to tease him
more.
Sans could easily see Papyrus being cocky about how he would be looking right
now. He’d probably say he looked cute with his body painted with his magic or
talk about how Sans was addicted to his dick. Sans scoffed and moaned together
at the thought. It sounded like Papyrus.
Sans felt his hips thrusting harder onto the pillow. As good as it felt, his
mind wasn’t going to be enough and his hips were starting to ache with how much
he was grinding. Slowly, he kneeled back onto his heels, seeing that it was
stained blue on one side. This was not going to work.
He did notice how on display he was. Turning his back to the wall Sans moved to
cup himself, moaning as a finger grazed over his outer lips. He continued to
imagine what Papyrus would say if he walked into him masturbating. Would it be
like when they were drunk and on the couch? He'd want to see damn near
everything, 'Touch yourself, Sans. Show me how you want me to fuck you.'
"Ahhh Papy..." He'd have growled close to his skull, vibrations traveling up
his spine and his finger melted into his pussy. Knowing it wasn't enough, he
added another finger, and then a third. Those fingers were drenched as soon as
he pressed them inside, slowly pumping them before stopping abruptly enough to
gasp sharply. He'd found his g-spot and lost it when he'd moved his fingers in
shock, and he desperately wanted to find it again. Pressing his phalanges back
in, he rocked on his feet until he found his spot again, imagining Paps licking
his vertebrae, losing himself until... until...
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE HENRY! IT'S DRIPPING EVERYWHERE!"
"Well BRANDON, WHAT MADE YOU THINK POORING INK DOWN THE DRAIN WAS A GOOD
IDEA?!"
He screamed almost angerly as he lost it, his orgasm damn near disappearing.
How in the hell did he hear the brothers from across the street and 3 houses
down?? Flopping onto his front he kicked the wall bitterly.
Sans glanced around the room when his eyes fell on the drawer where he put all
the toys he bought yesterday. He ended up buying a vibrator that resembled a
lot of Papyrus’s length and girth. He figured that he would buy it as a joke
seeing as it was also the same color as Paps magic. Now, he was extremely
tempted to try it out.
Nervously, he went to the drawer, remembering how the owner, after finally
accepting that he was of legal age to be in there, was showing him how it
worked. There were at least 7 settings that controlled the pulses and
vibrations. He quickly went back into bed and began teasing himself with it,
letting his leaking magic coat the vibrator well enough so it could slip
inside. It didn’t take long, however as it popped in with little resistance.
Sans let out a soft moan as he felt the sudden pressure inside him. He randomly
began hitting buttons, feeling the vibrator shaking inside him. This felt much
more different than Papyrus just thrusting. Like an enjoyable awkwardness
though it wasn't bad.
He let himself relax as the vibrations suddenly turn violent. Sans was moaning
out Papyrus’s name, wanting him with him at this very moment. It pained him
knowing that Papyrus was just less than five minutes by car and he couldn’t go
to school because he was suspended all because of that stupid fight with Chara.
Sans looked at his phone, the charms jingling as he went through his contacts.
He was tempted in telling Toriel that he was sick and needed Papyrus but knew
it wouldn’t work. She would most likely show up to his place and check to see
if he was alright. And even though he wasn’t alright, he knew that Toriel
wouldn’t view this as him being sick.
Sans whimpered as he felt his body getting close to climaxing again. He pushed
the vibrator inside him deeper allowing it to hilt completely. His breath
hitched as he clenched the bed sheets. He could feel the heat of his orgasm
springing back as if it were skirting towards the edge of a cliff. Oh, how Sans
desperately was trying to find a way to push it. The pleasure near painful he
anxiously waited. And waited. And waited. Why wasn't he cumming yet?
Normally, he would have just come already. But this time, he couldn’t. Sans
felt his body tense as he tried to orgasm. But his body was betraying him. Now
sexually frustrated and angry with himself, he stopped momentarily to clean up
the room, his body now too sensitive to do much of anything else for chores. He
really needed Papyrus back here. And he didn’t know what bothered him more, the
fact that Papyrus wasn’t here, or that Papyrus would be heading back home late
because of soccer practice.
~*~*~*~*~
Something felt off and it was really aggravating him. He was perfecting fine
this morning, but when he got to school, his sternum was sore, almost painful.
There wasn't anything he could think it could have been from except the
previous night and even then Sans soothed his body with his magic and then hot
shower and filling breakfast. Sans knew more about this stuff than he did so he
felt confident that Sans had done everything right.
He walked down the hall having decided to take his time getting to lunch.
Alphys was waiting by the cafeteria door with Mettaton, who suddenly left her
to speak to the drama instructor, causing her to sigh only to perk up when he
got close enough.
"P-papyrus! How are you? H-how's Sans doing?"
"Fine since last night after you both left. Even better actually."
There was no hiding the knowing blush over her nose causing him to laugh more
to himself than out loud. He was pretty damn sure she knew what carried on
after she and Undyne left. Knowing that he knew he would get an ear hole full
from his obnoxious best friend and 'girlfriend'.
"YOU LUCKY MOTHERFUCKER!"
"No cursing in the halls!!"
"Sorry teach!" That red hair of hers was like a homing beacon, whipping around
groups of students chatting in the hallways. It was starting to get hotter in
the middle of the day, so they now had a choice to either go outside and deal
with the heat or hang out inside. They weren't allowed in any of the
classrooms, so the library would have to suffix for any talking they wanted to
do if there was anything they wanted to discuss.
"Hey!"
"Hi, U-undyne!"
"Sup," he rubbed his sternum again without realizing it was the 4th time since
he arrived. Alphys had, of course, noticed it the first time he'd done it. She
thought nothing of it until now, and she could only hope she was wrong. She'd
have to talk to Undyne alone about it later to make sure her assumptions
weren't wrong.
Chapter End Notes
     I would like to thank 3 writers you can find here on Archive:
     Mercy_Run, SoloShikigami, and Agraulis_vanillae. It wasn't until
     after I started following both Mercy and Solo that I began to
     understand what BDSM was and what it entitled. I am still learning,
     so please forgive me for any errors I may have made. If you would
     like to check out other stories involving proper care and love for it
     please check out Solo's "Touch Me" series as well as Mercy's and
     Vani's stories because they're utterly amazing writers!! Vani was
     wonderful is reading over the scene for me <3
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Papyrus learns what sub dropping is, while Sans encounters something
     that could hurt Papyrus even more: His heat.
Chapter Notes
     I AM SOOOO SORRY I'M LATE!
     I seriously have no excuses other than working my ass off and adding
     in another 2,000-3,000 words that were not part of the original
     story. This took extra time that I obviously was having trouble
     getting, though I would have been fine if I also didn't go on a shit
     blogging tangent on my tumblr AND get started 2 new blogs ((one is
     for cooking and the other is an UnderTale/Dream Daddy's au)) but
     enough about my excuses!
     To make this easier on myself, instead of saying the rest of
     UnderClass will update on Saturday's, it'll be when I can. This means
     within the weekend give or take 1-2 days. Gio is being wonderful (
     (shut up yes you are fite me)) as hell with editing what she can
     before I get to it, which is the only reason I can continue to update
     at the pace I have been.
     PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out the ending notes for the link I used
     for the *'d sections of the explanation from Alphys about sub
     dropping.
     Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"If it's alright with you ladies I'm going to head back. With Toriel breathing
down my vertebrae about attendance and stuff I don't want to give her a reason
to freak."
"That's cool man! Want me to walk with you?" Undyne was all smiles as Alphys
watched him closely. Was he swaying?
"Nah, just going to go to class. See you both after school?"
"See ya!" "Bye P-Papyrus."
He walked off, feeling lightheaded. It wasn't dizziness per say, but it
bothered him. Scratching again at his sternum he left the corner of the
lunchroom and out into the hall. It was then that Undyne turned to Alphys with
concern. "Please tell me I wasn't the only one imagining that?"
"Undyne, I know what y-you're thinking. He's showing signs."
"Dude, we need to watch him. How much did you talk to Sans about-"
"He s-sounded like he had researched a-a lot into it, b-but remember I did too
a-and that still happened..." She looked down and fiddled with the hem of her
shirt. Undyne's hand snaked under the table and fell on top of both of her own,
cupping them with a gentle squeeze.
"We'll just have to keep an eye on him that's all."
~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus kicked the ball with as much force he could muster, the goalie barely
had time to block it as it flew past their head. The team was high fiving
Papyrus and congratulating him on the goal, secretly pleased that Papyrus was
out of his funk from yesterday. Nobody was able to tell how off he really felt
and he preferred it that way.
He had always been a fairly emotional monster. It wasn't until he was old
enough that his asshole of a dad would beat him every time he showed any sort
of sentiment that wasn't anger or hate like he was supposed to snarl all the
time, and he began to slowly die away to a dead faced prick. He was able to
hide when things bothered him, which leads to fewer questions. This way, of
course, before he started getting tutored by Sans and their relationship.
About halfway through practice coach decided that they did well enough to leave
early so he had them run a few laps and told them to get their asses home for
an early night. Papyrus was just too eager to get back to Sans, running his
laps as quickly as he could, yelling his good byes to the team. He didn’t even
care that he hadn’t showered yet, deciding to just take one when he got home.
He was just thankful that Sans lived close enough where he could easily walk
back through some short cuts Sans showed him. The short cuts were rather
secluded. He thought that maybe one day, he would take Sans out here for
homecoming next year for a date since it did run through a nice park.
He left the locker rooms, his soccer bag swung over his shoulder, not even
noticing he was getting waved down by Undyne until he was close to leaving the
school grounds. "Alph and I want to talk to you, that cool?" She escorted him
to Alphys who was hanging out on the bleachers with Frisk. The girls both
quieted down when the taller two made their way over.
"What's this about Dyne? You're looking awfully serious and it's irking me a
bit."
"Act-tually, Papyrus, it's m-me that needs to talk to you," her breathing was
already growing rapidly. Frisk rubbed her shoulder in reassurance and it took a
second for her to settle down.
"Alphys, whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it. Can't be any worse than
what's happened so far, no offense Frisk."
"None taken."
Better to let her girlfriend calm herself down, the red head faced Paps, eyes
lidded and her arms on her knees, "I'm not sugar coating this. From what Alphys
told me after the incident at seeing Sans dressed in his get-up, you guys
participated in a couple possible choice activities," she glanced at Frisk, who
waved her on like it wasn't something she'd heard before. Sex was sex to her
and she honestly didn't really care about it enough to be bothered. She was
more concerned at this point.
"Anyway, Alphys pointed out to me a couple of things at lunch, and we're
worried about you Paps."
"Aannnd why would you be? Yeah, Sans and I messed around, did some harder core
stuff than what we're used to. So what?"
"If you're not careful you can h-hurt yourself!" She wasn't subtle in her
outburst, her glasses sliding down her nose. She was standing by this point
with nearly knocking Frisk off her seat.
"Yeah yeah yeah that's the point, isn't it? Look, I really need to get-"
"Not just physically dude, so shut up and sit your ass down before I break your
foot! For fuck's sake, Papyrus, we're trying to tell you you might be sub
dropping!"
Okay, this was new. He sat down, using his bag to prop himself up as he leaned
on it, using a leg to hold himself there with the other resting on the
bleacher, "Care to elaborate? Wait, first off, what if sub dropping and why do
I supposedly have it?"
"It c-can be many things. Sub Drop is the e-emotional and physical effects-s of
the release and drop of endorphins in the body after a play session," Alphys
started getting courage in her explanation, "meaning you can go into depression
after just one session if you're not careful. The hormones released during play
leave your body in such a way that it takes time to rebuild that balance in
your system-"
"In other words, it's like having a nasty hang over or you over exerted
yourself during practice!"
"E-exactly! Papyrus, you ate practically nothing at lunch even though you
always eat a lot, and you won't leave your sternum alone. Even when you said
goodbye you looked like you were swaying and out o-"
"And even though you were playing awesome you still weren't 100% at it!"
He sat there, face scrunched up in thought: had he really been that out of it?
He felt fine this morning so why was it just now hitting him? And what's the
big deal about it anyway? He and Sans just switched 'roles' where Sans was the
one in control for once. It was seriously nothing to get worked on about.
"-rus? Hey man... HEY!"
"Wha?"
He was zoning out again. Undyne shook him slightly to help get his head back.
Alphys then explained that the intimacy he was feeling during play "can cause
issues with boundaries and love that when the play is over the submissive can
question the validity of those feelings", and "once the head space is over, the
questions can bring emotions of sadness, questioning, and disbelief."* These
are all normal side effects that tend to happen more in committed relationships
than those of casual hook ups. In his case, it seemed minor enough for him.
Another "reason that Sub Drop occurs more in committed relationships is because
limits are tested more frequently and the play could be edgier. Casual
relationships tend to not be able to develop the trust and history necessary to
test boundaries as easily. No matter how strong the trust is with partners, you
can still have feelings of disbelief or even feelings that you can’t believe
you like something so perverted, kinky or dirty. Your own doubts can bring
about fear, sadness, and loneliness. You could even question why you are into
BDSM, to begin with. Again, very normal."*
"So, what does this mean for Sans and me? I don't feel any different other than
being tired," He was sitting up, casually glancing at the ground, trying to
process everything. It didn't seem likely that he was dropping but it made a
lot of sense. He went to rub at his sternum again and he caught it before
stilling his hand and pushing it back down.
"It pretty much means you need to talk to him about this. You're a pretty
emotional guy. I remember being kids and your old man getting angry at you for
stupid shit and you started keeping things bottled up. You can't do that if
you're going to be doing this with Sans."
"N-no keeping secrets. We learned t-the hard way..."
"And I still don't blame you for it Alphy," she gently grabbed her shoulder,
hating herself for the fact that her girlfriend still, in fact, blamed herself.
They had thought they were invincible, going a couple sessions perfectly fine
and taking it a step further, getting too cocky with themselves. Undyne dropped
and neither realized until after they had an extremely nasty argument. They
almost lost each other. "Do you blame me?"
"How could I?"
He finally got the gist of how serious this really was by watching them. He
could see the look in their eyes, and noticing Alphys' eyes he could see
Sans...
~*~*~*~*~
He left the girls a few minutes later, reassuring them that he'd talk to Sans
as soon as he got home, Undyne not letting him leave until he promised that he
would. It was about the time he would have left if the practice continued on
regularly so it worked out. By the time he got to the end of the field his mind
was swimming and he resisted the urge to mess with his chest. He was noticing
it more and it was becoming extremely bothersome.
Papyrus noticed that he was just about to the park, taking the shortcuts, and
he figured it was best to shoot Sans a text. He was about five minutes away
from home and he had promised before leaving that he would. Not even a minute
passed when he got a message back saying 'I’LL BE IN OUR ROOM' before receiving
a picture message soon after. Papyrus nearly dropped his phone: Sans was
wearing the same ribbons Papyrus had on yesterday morning when he tried to
tempt Sans, only to have him crumble in laughter.
Fuck, if Sans was already that eager, how was he going to keep him from jumping
him long enough to talk to him? Ever since last night, it seemed like Sans
became bolder with his sexuality. Papyrus found that extremely sexy. He
remembered one of their first times fondly where Sans was the instigator: They
were in Sans’ bedroom, Sans was explaining something for class and Papyrus was
having trouble understanding the way solving method so Sans decided to turn it
into a game. If Papyrus answered something right, Sans would have to remove an
article of clothing and if Papyrus answered wrong, he would have to remove an
article of clothing.
Both of them ended up in just their underwear.
And they never did finish the game. Both of them got overwhelmed enough where
neither could concentrate enough so they started making out. Sans was blushing
like mad when Papyrus remembered how scared Sans still was. It wasn't their
direct first time, but the smaller skeleton still got nervous and worried that
something would happen. Papyrus remembered how he just kissed and teased Sans'
body, reaching to Sans tail bone, giving playful licks as Sans told him that
place was “dirty” and hid his face in the sheets.
And now, here Sans was, sending him pictures like this, teasing Papyrus to the
ends of the earth. Sans looked so comfortable with it. Papyrus honestly
believed that if anybody told either of them a few years ago that Sans would do
something like wearing a dominatrix type outfit and have his way with him, or
how Sans would ride and beg for his dick, both of them would have laughed.
Papyrus thought that Sans was an uptight hard ass while Sans thought that he
was a stupid jock. Now, both of them couldn’t see what life would be without
the other.
Papyrus deleted the picture, not wanting another “hacker” situation to happen.
Papyrus reached the house and opened the door quickly, closing it behind him as
he dropped his bag at the door and headed straight to their room.
“Sans?” Papyrus knocked and smiled when he heard shuffling and a feather
sounding moan from the other side of the door, “Come in.”
He hesitated briefly before walking in to see Sans laying on the bed
suggestively. His body was wrapped delicately in red ribbons that fluttered off
his hips and onto the comforter. Papyrus stood there, mesmerized and trying to
keep himself from pouncing Sans, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
Papyrus was tempted to play the same prank Sans did when he tried this, but his
hormones wouldn’t let him. He also really needed to talk to him.
“You want to open your present?” Sans asked, his voice husky with desire.
“Sans, what’s gotten into you?”
“I think my heat started,” Sans whispered with his face deepening in color.
Holy fuck he looked adorably sinful.
Papyrus kicked off his shoes as he climbed into bed with Sans, lying flushed
with his body as he kissed him gently, taking his time to lick Sans' teeth. He
knew he had to talk to him, but right now he needed to focus on the other
before himself. Sans wouldn't be able to sit still long enough to talk without
his heat getting in the way unless it was settled down first. Their tongues
danced in the others mouths as Papyrus pressed closer to Sans. As he let his
hands travel down Sans right humerus, his hand brushed against something that
was slightly hidden under the bed sheet.
“Mmm, what’s this?” Papyrus released the kiss as he was about to pull the
sheets from up and over the mysterious object.
Sans eyes widened as he grabbed Papyrus’s hand, moving it over his chest to toy
with his fingers. He suddenly looked nervous as he moved closer to his lover,
smiling sweetly, “It’s nothing Papy. Look at me,” Sans threw the sheet and the
object to the floor, a loud thud vibrating in the room. He flinched as he heard
it hit, Papyrus decided to reach down instead to achieve the shape hiding under
the thin material, his mouth forming a smile.
“When did you get this?” Papyrus held up the vibrator, desperately trying to
contain his laughter.
“S-shut up! You weren't home...” Sans pouted, groaning with embarrassment. He
was blushing badly as he crossed his arms and stared at the wall huffing.
“I’m sorry?” Papyrus snerked as he pulled himself back onto the bed and over
his boyfriend's small frame. Papyrus still had the vibrator in his hand, so
while settling over the other he leaned on one hand and got a playful gleam in
his eye lights.
“So, Sansy… Care to tell me which one is better?” Papyrus asked as he waved the
vibrator in front of him.
Sans looked at Papyrus with a deep blush spread across his face. “D-do I really
have to answer that?”
“Definitely.”
“Shouldn't it be obv-vious? You, because I was u-using the damn thing all day
and I still haven’t been able to cum,” Sans was trying to not sound desperate.
He inched his hands to Paps uniform feeling the band snugly sitting on his
pelvis crests. He was hoping to get that appetizing cock shoved into his pussy
when Papyrus grabbed Sans hands to pull him back up from under him. Sans looked
at him confused and slightly hurt when Papyrus' tongue found its way to his
genitalia.
Sans arched into that mouth with a cry, wrapping his legs around his
boyfriend’s neck as he felt his hot tongue lapping and sliding over him. He was
completely open to him, hands grazing over his skull as Papyrus skillfully
touched every fold. He could feel Sans coming apart but instead of continuing
he lifted back loving the high whine.
 
“Papy, please!”
“Please what?” Papyrus looked up to see Sans with tears in his eyes, those lust
filled sockets pleading with him to do anything stimulating enough to get him
off.
“Please, fuck me!”
“Let me get the condom,” Papyrus whispered. He attempted to move off the bed
but was held down by the legs still wrapped around him.
“Noooo, I need you so badly please Papy please!”
“Sansy, as much as I would love to do that, you’re in heat. We just had a
scare.”
“Pleeeeeeease Papy!”
Papyrus got out of his thigh grip, hurrying to the dresser while shimmying out
of his bottoms on the way, where it took too long for Sans' liking, whimpering
and squirming on the bed. The box had gotten buried in the drawer from the
clean laundry Sans had put away, and he fumbled getting the box open.
The box was snatched from his hand, opened, and shoved back with a force. Sans
made his way back to the bed only to lay on the edge with his legs spread. Paps
gulped as he forced to steady himself, opening and sliding a condom on. As he
went to stand in front of him Sans propped himself on his elbows.
"I want to watch you Papy." The anticipation was driving him mad.
Papyrus plunged himself into Sans with his bones shaking horrendously. He felt
Sans' eye lights on his cock while easily getting drew in with those hot walls.
Sans felt almost as if his body was melting before imploding, climaxing almost
instantly the moment Papyrus hilted. It was a beautiful sight and with being so
worked up it was no wonder he came so fast.
A little disappointed was nothing compared to how Paps really felt. He
literally just got in and Sans was already done. “Damn, Sans, you really were
frustrated,” Papyrus sighed as he held him close. He was currently on his knees
with Sans' lower half in his lap while his upper half was still on the bed.
“I really was, though you were no help earlier," he scoffed, pulling the taller
down for a kiss, "though I am sorry Papy. If you want, you can keep going,”
Sans moaned the last part while showing his boyfriend his best apology face,
trying to convince him that he meant it.
Papyrus smiled as he began kissing Sans, his hands grazing gently against his
bones before Papyrus moved Sans around his dick. His thrusts were shallow to
allow Sans some time to adjust, his body still very sensitive from his recent
climax, though he soon could feel Sans clenching tightly as he began picking up
the pace. Sans was crying Papyrus’s little pet name as they continued.
Papyrus felt so close, and he could see Sans was not too far behind him.
Deciding to go in harder, Sans soon let out a pleasing scream as he climaxed
again. Paps thrust a few more times before he felt himself release. Slowly, the
taller skeleton removed himself from the smaller one to lay him on the bed
before taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash can.
“Are you feeling better?”
“You have no idea,” Sans sighed contently as he snuggled close. They laid still
together, Papyrus not feeling the need to rub his sternum so badly, though the
need to still a lovely reminder that they needed to talk. He turned to rest his
mandible on top of Sans' skull. It needed to be done before his heat flared up
again.
"Sans... There's something we need to talk about. I promised Alphys and Undyne
I'd talk with you as soon as I could."
His remaining arousal from his heat induced haze disappeared, "Is everything
okay? Are you okay?" Panic laced his voice.
"It's nothing bad, at least not life threatening, I think..."
"Papyrus."
"Just don't worry about that. You'll understand once I explain," and he did.
It's odd how they always had these serious conversations in bed. He only hopped
Sans would be okay from his heat long enough for him to repeat what Alphys told
him earlier, and by the end of it, Sans was close to tears so he pressed their
foreheads together.
"I read about it, but I thought I was so careful. I didn't think it could
happen if I had planned everything out. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm so
sorry I'm sorry I-"
"You did Nothing wrong, Sans. Look at me."
Sans did, his crying having made streaks of cyan visible on his face. Of
course, he'd blame himself. He was the one who bought everything, did the
research, even practiced what he wanted to say and do, all for Papyrus. He went
out of his own comfort zone for him, and here he was blaming himself for his
boyfriend getting hurt. It was only proper that he did. He flinched briefly at
the hand on his cheek.
"Don't you dare feel bad for this. You did all of this for me because I wanted
it, so don't you fucking dare feel like this because it wasn't your fault. We
both know now that dropping can happen on both sides and it's more common in
committed relationships. We know now the signs, and what to do if either of us
shows future signs after a scene if you'd want to do them again that is..."
He nuzzled Sans, curling around him tightly with their breath steady. Sans
didn't say another word due to so many emotions overwhelming him into sleep.
Papyrus opened his school shirt completely to sleep in and soon drifted off to
slumber as well. He didn't realize that the feeling in his chest was gone.
~*~*~*~*~
The last 3 days of school for the week were drawn out bad for Papyrus. While
most monsters dealt with a heat for a few hours to at least a full day, Sans'
was always sporadic and never the same frame of time. He ended up begging for
sex every morning before Paps left for school and practically as soon as
Papyrus walked through the door. Thursday was the worst so far, but thanks to
the girls and Mettaton he was able to find ways to rejuvenate his energy.
By Friday soccer practice Papyrus was drained past the point of return. The
championship game was in just a few days and he felt like he could sleep for a
week. He felt horrible, not only for feeling like he couldn’t tell Sans no but
that he could be letting his team down.
He still pushed himself to play his best during practice, but even his coach
could see the bags under his sockets. Drawing him aside, he could tell that
Paps needed a break, and thankfully he let the guys go home early again since
they had double practice Saturday.
“Son, what’s going on? You’re still playing fantastic out there, but you look
worse than death. No offense.”
“None taken sir. It’s my… girlfriend. She’s, well… she’s going through some
things right now and it’s been pretty draining.”
Coach could only look at him, his eyes darting around Papyrus’ making him
nervous. “She’s in heat isn’t she?”
“Well…” Shit, he did NOT need this talk right now. He just wanted to get home
and pass out before Sans got to him. He hated thinking like that.
“Damn. For being in that state she's still playing like it's not affecting her
in the slightest! Though..." his face turned serious, too serious for Paps
liking, "Papyrus, you’re being safe right? You’re not taking any chances with
this? You KNOW what could happen if you and she were unsafe especially during
her heat right?”
“Yes, sir. We’re safe,” He started walking off toward the locker rooms. He did
not want to be having this talk AGAIN.
“Good, oh and Papyrus?”
Turning around and looking back, “Yes coach?”
“How… how the hell does that even work for you?”
“GOODNIGHT COACH!”
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
 
Undyne invited him over to her place after practice with Alphys to catch up,
mostly just to make sure he was doing okay from the drop scare. He was almost
nonexistent the last few days that they wanted to make sure he and Sans were
fine. After explaining about Sans and how he’s getting jumped so many times at
home Undyne could only laugh. “So you’re finally toning down enough to actually
be sick of sex?”
“Hell no, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it, especially with Sans. Just,
with the most important game of my near soccer career coming up with everyday
practice and with Sans' heat I am having a lot of trouble keeping up. I have
always been energetic as hell but damn it not for everything at once! And yes,
before you ask I have been eating to keep my magic levels up.”
“M-maybe instead of, well, p-pleasing Sans with one part of yourself m-maybe do
it with others?”
“What are you talking about Alphy?”
“She means you need to figure out how to fuck Sans with something other than
your dick dude.”
“How the hell do I do that then? He tried taking care of himself but for some
reason, he just can't get off unless it's me doing it.” At this Alphys squeaked
with a blush and Undyne raised a brow, amused though at the same time confused.
“Well, how the hell should we know? YOU’RE SKELETONS! We have no fucking idea
what you guys do!”
“H-how do you even…”
“I can’t do this right now guys, please don’t ask me.”
Almost an hour went by until he decided it was best to head home. After pulling
into the drive he sat in the seat and thought about everything that happened
the last few days. It just seemed to be one thing after another and he was just
tired enough to stop caring. Sighing heavy he finally got out of the car and
into the house. Peeking through the doorway he didn’t see Sans so he quietly
walked in and shut the door. If he could make it to the couch and maybe fall
asleep he might get a nap in before…
“Paps? Is that you?”
Fuck.
“Yeah Sans, sorry I’m late. Undyne and Alphys needed to talk.”
Sans rounded the corner into the hall wearing a baggy shirt and jeans,
something Papyrus was surprised by. Where was the dirty get up, and why wasn’t
he jumping his bones begging to get fucked? He only smiled and grabbed his hand
pulling him into the kitchen. “Oh, what did they need to talk about? Everything
okay?”
“Yeah, they’re fine. Sans, are YOU feeling okay?”
“Yeah, the heat finally subsided this afternoon. I hope you don’t mind but I
made a nice dinner for you, since I know I’ve been a bit unreasonable the last
few days with my heat and all.”
He sat Papyrus down at the table, the lights were dimmed and a couple candles
were lit. Dinner was already out on plates and Papyrus could tell it was done
for some time. Sans was in the chair next to his, hand behind his skull with a
light blush on his face. He had no idea when Papyrus was going to be home but
wasn't expecting him to be this late.
“We could just microwave everything. I'm sorry for assuming, just I didn’t know
when you’d be home so I cooked and figured it’ll be about the time it has been
the last few days,” he played with the tablecloth with downcasted eyes.
Now Paps felt like an ass. Instead of coming home and taking care of Sans he
went to Undyne’s to bitch and complain about him. He felt like he needed a good
ass kicking. Embracing Sans, he placed his chin on his shoulder and hugged him
tightly.
“Sans, I’m sorry for not calling or coming straight home. With school and
soccer and your heat, I needed to get away for a little bit. It wasn’t fair to
you and I should have made some effort to let you know, and to at least be here
for you like I should have. I’m really sorry.”
“Paps, please don’t apologize. It’s okay.”
Pulling away, they both had tears in their eyes. Placing his forehead against
Sans’, Papyrus let out a long sigh. “You know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do. I love you too, and I understand that you needed some time to
yourself. Don’t ever think you can’t just tell me ‘not tonight’ or ‘maybe
later’. I have dealt with you in school for 8 hours a day for the last 3 days
in a heat, I could have made it a couple more after you get home.”
“Heh, you sure about that?”
“Hey now, I’m stronger willed than you think!”
“In that case, could we maybe… not tonight?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t ask me not to Papy.”
Laughing they enjoyed a short kiss before turning to the meal Sans had
prepared, still warm enough to not have to heat up. That was a-okay with
Papyrus.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Birds were singing outside the bedroom window, easing the skeletons awake.
Papyrus sat up and, after stretching and yawning, flopped himself back onto his
pillow. A smile crept onto his face and for once in the last week, he felt
remotely relaxed. He had the whole morning to do with as he pleased: no school,
no practice until later, 100% absolutely nothing. He actually thought he might
read something for the sheer fact he didn’t have to do anything but turn a
page.
Naw, maybe he’d stay in bed the whole morning.
Snuggling back down under the covers he turned and noticed that Sans wasn’t in
bed. Glancing around he wasn’t in the room and his night clothes were on top of
the hamper. Curiosity was getting the better of him and, right as he was about
to get up, Sans entered the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray lined with all
sorts of hot and chilled foods. Smiling proudly he set the tray up and planted
a giant kiss on Paps forehead.
“Good morning! That was perfect timing. The tray was pretty heavy and if you
weren’t awake I don’t know what I would have done with it.”
“Damn Sans, you didn’t have to.” There was SO much food on it; freshly baked
banana muffins, eggs, bacon, sausage, and fresh fruit. There was a mug of
steaming coffee and a glass of orange juice too. He was beside himself as he
realized he was drooling.
“Oh but I did! Now hurry up and eat. It’s about 10 and you have double practice
in a couple hours. Playing on a full stomach can make you sick but you need to
eat to get your energy. Also, I spoke with the girls and Mettaton and we all
decided to watch you practice. If you’re up for it later we figured we’d go get
a bite somewhere and be home early enough to HEY!”
Sans had yelped in surprise when Papyrus reached his arm out and suddenly
grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards the bed. Wrapping his arm around the
other he dipped him a little, Sans flailing his arms to grab anything to help
keep himself balanced as Paps gave him a kiss. Propping him back up, Papyrus
could only grin so large. Sans was flustered, his face completely blue as he
tried getting his composer back. Chuckling, Paps started eating.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Practice was going great. So great, in fact, that Papyrus had the grin he got
this morning the entire time. His moves were fluid enough to where he seemed
unstoppable, and he made every shot against four different goalies. There was
only one thing different from today than there had been all week: his #1 fan
was in the stands, cheering him on. He wasn’t too thrilled that Mettaton was
half climbing on Sans, but it was what it had to be. He was lucky enough to
have him every night in his arms, and that was all he needed.
By the end, it was around 4 pm, and they all decided that food was a great
idea, especially since Papyrus was claiming he was starving and could eat
anything and everything put in front of him. They selected a restaurant and
headed out, Sans and Papyrus falling back in their car where they could stop.
Pulling off into a secluded area, Sans looked at Papyrus with a questionable
gleam in his sockets before taking his hand, getting helped into his Paps and
where they started making out. Something about this morning made it where they
weren’t looking to fuck each other senseless, but just enjoy the others taste,
their touch, the hot breath of the other on their bones. It wasn’t rushed but
carefree and collected.
After a good while, Sans broke away, chest heaving and face plastered with
blue. They were holding the night up and everyone was sure to be waiting on
them by now. “We-we need to get going. Don’t want the others to wait too long.”
“You sure? I'm pretty content with just eating you right here Nyehehe,” He
wiggled his brows at him, blocking the playful smack of Sans' hand before
giving him one last quickie kiss. Smiling they adjust themselves and sped off
towards the restaurant. They were just going to blame traffic, but they’re
pretty sure everyone knew what they were doing, or what they thought they were
doing. Papyrus could only help but laugh when they entered the joint and
everyone glared or smirked at them.
Out of the side of his socket, Sans noticed Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk enter and
waved them down, “Frisk, mom, dad!!” Sans was delighted to see them and they
invited the new trio to dine with them. The mood uplifting and positive,
everyone eating and laughing, telling horrible jokes that made even the
skeletons cringe but held their sides in pain from laughing. Papyrus was having
the time of his life until he felt a hand on his inner thigh.
Jumping slightly in his chair he peered down without making it look too
suspicious to find Sans under the table at his lap, rubbing his thumbs along
his legs. When the hell did he get under there? Winking, he began rubbing his
teeth against his groin which was still slightly bulged from their make out
session. Oh God, why did Sans have to start this, and now at all times?
“So, Papyrus.”
Fear gripped his bones as he looked at Toriel, her face flushed from the drink
she had and smiling, “Sans tells me you’ve had practice all this week. How did
it go today?”
“It went greaAAt. It helped to have everyYYone there to support me. I feel
really confident that we'll beat the other competition.” His voice had cracked
a couple times; this was not going to go well.
“Yeah, we’re going to tear the other school apart!”
Everyone cheered and toasted, continuing on with their previous conversations
much to Papyrus’ liking. Sliding himself down in his chair he let his legs open
wider, it allowed Sans more access. It looked like he was reclining, and he put
his hands behind his head in an effort to clasp onto something other than the
table. He could feel himself getting rubbed through his pants, but nothing
more. It felt amazing, but he was going to have to punish Sans later for it.
The little nerd was in for a world of trouble.
Fuck, he really couldn't go longer than a couple days without sex. It didn't
matter right now. He was enjoying the hell out of the attention until it
randomly stopped. Papyrus glanced under to find Sans gone. Where the hell did
he go?
“Sorry, that took so long! I’m back,” he came walking to the table, a giant
grin plastered on his face as he returned from the bathroom. Paps eyed him as
he sat down across from him, eyes half lidded as they made eye contact, “Did
you miss me?”
“We sure did darling!!” Mettaton almost screamed as he glomped Sans into a hug,
his face twisting into one of slight pain. He looked back to Paps, and he swore
that he looked amused.
~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus was trying to keep himself focused as he continued driving. Sans had
been teasing him through most of their dinner and on the way back home. He was
just getting to the point where he was either going to drive off a cliff or he
was going to drive off the road because of his boyfriend’s wondering hands.
“Papy, can we find a place to stop for a bit?”
“We’re twenty minutes away from home, why?”
“I want to apologize for dinner,” Sans spoke.
“I don’t need to stop the car for that,” Papyrus muttered, now clearing getting
annoyed.
“Yes, you do,” Sans stated casually.
“No, I don’t,” Papyrus spoke flatly. The fuck was going on with him??
Sans suddenly unzipped Papyrus’s pants, his cock formed and standing proudly at
attention. Sans smiled as he began giving playful licks. Papyrus almost slammed
on the brakes because of how sudden the situation had arisen, shaking as he
felt Sans change from licking to full blown sucking. He was trying to focus
hard on the road. When he thought that he was able to do it, Sans would do
something that would jolt him out of it, swerving the car a little.
“Sans, you’re going to kill us both, stop.” Papyrus let out a moan and shooed
him back into his seat. Sans stopped, muttering a sorry while looking at the
floor.
“Sansy, as much as I really like it, I just want to survive long enough to
actually cum,” Papyrus smirked. He made no moves to put it away, leaving Sans
to stare longingly at his magic.
They drove in silence most of the way home, but once they got home Papyrus and
Sans dove inside the house (Paps reason more the fact he couldn't zip his pants
back up due to his erection). The moment that front door was closed, they were
in a fiery battle as they pressed their teeth together, their tongues twisting
and dancing as they played a battle of dominance. Their hands trailed against
the other's body trying to remove the others garments. Sans let out an excited
yelp as he was picked up and dropped onto the couch, Papyrus quickly dominating
him as he pressed his body on the smaller skeleton. Sans let out small cries as
Papyrus began teasing Sans' mandible, trailing a hot wet tongue across where he
casually would graze his teeth against Sans jawline. Sans was gripping onto
Papyrus for dear life. Papyrus glanced at Sans, his soul melting; The smaller
skeleton, with parted eyes, face flushed, his voice weak as he began begging
for Papyrus.
“Please, Papy. I want you.” Sans whimpered.
Paps chuckled, pulling him close where he was bent over him, his spine curved
while sitting in Sans' lap. “No,” Papyrus whispered as he kissed Sans and got
off of him.
“Wait, what?” Sans was taken aback, scrambling to stand.
“I would like to just cuddle and watch a movie if that's okay?”
“Are you alright, Papy?” Sans stared at him worried. This wasn't like him and
it really concerned him.
“Why?”
“Because you always want sex,” Sans said as he began to check for his
boyfriend’s temperature. Papyrus laughed and scooped him up in a hug.
“Sans, I’m fine. I just want to try and reserve as much energy as possible for
the game,” Papyrus wasn’t exactly lying to Sans. He really did want to try and
keep himself focused on the game, which was already so close he could almost
taste it.
Papyrus also had a lot on his mind; He had finally had decided that he was
going to come out the day after the championship when they would announce who
was getting the top scholarship in a formal ceremony. Papyrus knew that he was
going to win the scholarship. He was the best player the school had in years
since the last amazing player they had was Papyrus’s idol. He had decided that
he was going to come out and if he lost the scholarship, then he lost it. He
knew that if he ever told Sans what he was planning, Sans would talk him out of
it, and he knew Sans would succeed.
Papyrus was just tired of hiding his feelings for Sans. He wanted to be able to
hold his hand during school. He wanted to walk Sans to his classes. He wanted
to sneak a kiss before leaving his boyfriend at the door. Papyrus wanted to sit
with Sans at lunch and enjoy his talk about what was going on or tell him what
happened during classes that they didn’t share.
He also knew that Sans was terrified for him. He knew that it had shaken his
boyfriend to see him be a bloody pulp by his own father because they were
together.
“Okay.” Sans smiled as he grabbed a random movie to watch, popping it into the
DVD tray, “You want me to get some popcorn?”
“Yeah. I’ll get a blanket,” Papyrus offered a smile as he went upstairs. Coming
back with said blanket, he saw Sans in the kitchen waiting next to the
microwave. He was leaning on the counter, one leg crossed over the other with
his head resting on his arms. Paps snuck up behind him, wrapped the blanket
around Sans and he kissed the top of his skull. Sans laughed as he felt Papyrus
hug him leaning over to kiss his Papy’s jaw.
The microwave beeped and Papyrus took the popcorn out and they both made their
way to the living room to watch the movie, laughing and giggling as they tried
to settle down for the comedy Sans put on. Papyrus was just happy to be with
Sans. Right now, everything was fine. He was with his boyfriend. He was finally
home. And in this moment, he couldn’t care less what anybody had to say about
his love for Sans.
Chapter End Notes
     There are a couple of spots in Alphys' explanation that I took
     straight from the website "Submissive Guide". It's a wonderful
     website where I learned a lot about dropping for both subs and doms.
     I used quotation marks as well as *'s to refer to the website and its
     contents. If you wish to learn more please visit the website at http:
     //www.submissiveguide.com/2009/03/sub-drops-emotional-side/
     I would also like to continue in thanking Mercy-run and SoloShikigami
     in their constant writing and teaching of proper aftercare and
     practices of BDSM. You can find them both here on Archive as well as
     on Tumblr under same names.
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Nerves are shot, the crowd grows heavy. A big moment arrives, can he
     do it?
Chapter Notes
     IT'S STILL THE WEEKEND! xD
     Man, work is killing me, and this week will be even crazier! I'm just
     happy that, after talking to gio, that we're extending the story out
     and adding even MORE to it. I was going to try and end it by 20 but
     now looking there was no way that was going to happen xD We still
     have sooooooo much happening so we shall see!
     PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT AND LET US KNOW HOW WE'RE DOING! WE LOVE
     HEARING FROM EVERYONE!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The previous night had been uneventful, watching movies until the early hours
of the morning. Sunday was a complete day of relaxing for the monster couple as
they had slept in, knowing that neither had anything they needed to do, besides
some laundry and slightly cleaning the house.
Papyrus smiled as he stretched out on the couch, wearing gray sweatpants and an
orange hoodie. It was a chilly early afternoon for May and he was thinking of
starting a fire in the living room fireplace. Glancing over his shoulder he
notices Sans walking from the kitchen gripping a couple mugs. Handing one to
him, Sans situates himself between Paps legs and leans back against him.
Sighing contently, they both enjoy the warmth from the other and their drink.
They don’t remember the last time they just laid back like this: no fighting
about the hacker, not trying to jump each other’s bones every chance they got,
not rushing around trying to meet with anyone or run to any practices. Their
life had finally given them a day to just stop if not for only a moment.
Rubbing his sockets, Sans lets his pupils adjust. They had fallen asleep on the
couch. He glanced up at the hall clock and it was well after four. At this
rate, they weren’t going to sleep tonight and they had school in the morning.
Grumbling and shifting himself he looks at Papyrus, his boyfriend, still sound
asleep. His breathing was steady, his chest lifting ever so slightly, his face
showing signs of contentment. He was usually such a light sleeper, but in this
moment it was like he was finally able to fully get a break and rest. Sans
couldn’t help but get lost looking at him.
After a few moments, Sans crawled ever so slowly up Papyrus, coming to rest on
his ribs and sternum. Reaching up he caresses his boyfriend’s cheek, earning a
small movement to adjust himself before quieting back down. Sans could only
smile and giggle to himself. Stars Papyrus was beautiful: his high cheeks, his
sturdy jawline, his nasal cavity. Noticing that it had healed well enough, his
smile broadened and he lightly placed a kiss on Papyrus. He was so happy in
this moment, being together.
Too distracted in his decision he hadn’t noticed the hand placed on his skull
until he was pulled into an embrace, Papyrus waking up and pushing himself into
the kiss. They stayed that way for some time, pulling apart to only get pulled
back in by the other. The peace they were feeling was fueling their intentions,
and boy did it feel good. Sans mewled into their kiss, feeling the hum from the
other's chest.
Separating from their kiss, Sans buried his face into the orange hoodie, too
embarrassed to face Paps. He could only laugh at Sans embarrassment, squeezing
him into a quick hug. “Now, what did I say about that last night?”
“I-I’m sorry Paps. You, well… you looked so perfect sleeping. I couldn’t help
thinking how lucky I am to have you and I had to. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“It’s the best way I’ve woken up so far Sansy,” he smiled with half lidded
sockets, leaning up and sitting Sans on the couch.
“Come on, we should get the laundry finished before we fall back asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the night went uneventful, getting up refreshed in the morning. It
wasn’t until about 30 minutes until they left that Sans started downright
screeching in the upstairs bathroom. Bolting from his chair in the kitchen and
up the stairs Papyrus bursts into the bathroom, his face strained and his eyes
full of fear.
“WHAT’S WRONG SANS?!”
“WE HAVE FINALS TODAY! I DIDN’T STUDY, YOU DIDN’T STUDY! WE’RE GOING TO FAIL!”
They both stood there, the water running in the sink due to Sans screaming in
the middle of brushing his teeth. Water and toothpaste were running from his
mouth to his chin, eyes wide and chest heaving. Poor Sans looked like he was
about to have a panic attack.
Slapping his hand to his skull Papyrus sits on the toilet. It was one thing to
freak out, but screaming like that made his soul go into overload. Without
reason, he starts laughing into his hand, gripping Sans' arm to pull him
tightly into a hug. Between Sans' confused face and his soul pulsing out of
control from being so scared he just couldn’t help it. Tears started running
from his sockets, concerning Sans.
“Pappy, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I was so fucking scared that you were hurt, you dingus! Don’t scream like that
over something so trivial!”
Sans felt taken back, pulling himself from Papyrus’ arms, his face flushed and
angry, "Trivial? TRIVIAL?! This isn't trivial! This is my life! My life is
over! This is worse than Chara kicking me out of the closet with the pictures!
I can’t get into the college I want if I don’t have the grades!”
“You’re worried about college? SANS! WE’RE JUNIORS! We still have a whole other
year until we graduate! And besides, it’s not like you don’t need a damn
scholarship just to be able to even go! You're smart as hell, Why are you so
goddamn worried?!”
They both fell silent, Papyrus wasting no time jolting to his feet, darting
past Sans and out of the bathroom while half running down the stairs with Sans
trying to catch up. Before Papyrus had the chance to leave to school Sans had
grabbed the back of his coat to stop him. They stood in the hallway for who
knows how long, finals not even a worry anymore. How long did Papyrus feel this
way?
“Papyrus, have you always worried about going? You know that wherever I went I
would take you with me right? I’d be happy with going to a different college
if…”
“No. No….” He was taking his anger out on Sans, and he shouldn’t. Damn it, he
was scared. He was scared about coming out. He was scared about losing any
chance at getting the scholarship he had been working so hard for, but at the
same time, he wanted to let everyone know how much he loved this monster
clinging to him. Damnit, why was this so fucking hard?
“Please, tell me what’s wrong. I want to help Papy.”
“Sans, I would tell you everything if I could. I want to, really I do, but it’s
something I really need to figure out on my own. Just, please trust me and know
that we’re okay and that I'm not angry with you. I'm sorry.”
He twisted around, wrapping his arms around Sans in an apologetic hug, Sans
returning the gesture squeezing him tight wearing a look of worry; He didn’t
realize that this scholarship meant so much to him. Sure, he said in the last
few weeks that he would give up everything for him, but it wasn’t until right
there what it really meant if he got it. He’d be able to choose any college he
wanted, the one with the best sports program, and get 4 years of it completely
paid for. That would mean that the best program was at…
“That’s why.”
“What?”
They break away, now Sans' turn to cry. He finally understood and he smiled
brightly, “I figured it out Papy.”
Papyrus felt his soul turn cold; Shit, did he really figure it out? What did he
figure out?! His mind started screaming that he figured out the plan and
decided he needed to make some sort of an excuse.
“W-what did you figure out?”
“You want to go the same college as me! I understand it’s for mainly the sports
program, but they’re the best in everything! You can play soccer and I can get
my degree in science and/or Literacy!” He practically lunged himself back into
Papyrus' arms, laughing and feeling proud of himself, "I'm sorry for scaring
you earlier, but it's okay! I'll do whatever it takes to makes sure you have
everything needed
Holy shit that was close.
~*~*~*~*~
The last official day of school went off without any issues. Finals day meant
that everybody was buried into a textbook or their notes for their next class,
which also meant that lunch was pretty uneventful. There was going to be an end
of school year carnival tomorrow but the only way you could attend was to pass
all your finals with fair marks. This put a light under every student and since
they had started doing this the testing results got better every year. No other
high school could beat their scores.
Math class came too quickly for Papyrus. He was strong in all his other
classes, but this was the one he needed the help with in the first place. He’d
gotten better since Sans started tutoring him. Hell, he was actually doing
really well, but tests were another thing and he would freeze up every time
there was a test or quiz.
After walking into the classroom, he walked right into the back and sat down,
not realizing it was right next to Sans. Mettaton was out for the day due to
some mechanical issue, so he was used to having the robot there to keep him
from doing this. Before he could change seats the teacher walked in and
demanded uttermost quiet and their attention. They were to use the dividers
supplied to keep wandering eyes from seeing their table buddies work, and if
you were caught cheating it was an automatic fail. Test booklets were then
passed out.
"Alright, begin."
He didn’t even look at the booklet before he started sweating. If he didn’t
pass all his classes it meant he couldn’t play, which meant he would lose out
on the scholarship, which meant he’d be a waste of space for Sans and not worth
keeping around and…
“It’s okay, deep breath.”
It was a soft whisper, quiet enough for only Papyrus to hear. Papyrus closed
his sockets and took the suggested deep breath through his mouth to let it out
slowly through his nasal cavity. Checking to make sure the teacher was not
paying attention he glanced at Sans, seeing him smiling as he worked. It caused
him to smile too and, after reciting a personal prayer for any god out there
that would listen to help, finally opened the test booklet. Looking things
over, he realized that he actually understood everything. The equations didn’t
look like random nothings anymore. Holy hell, it all made sense! Chuckling he
started right away, already having enough time.
~*~*~*~*~
“Man, those tests were brutal this year!”
“I hear ya! I can’t get all those western places out of my head! It was hard to
remember all the science shit I needed because of history!”
Paps and Undyne were complaining about the tests while Sans, Alphys, and Frisk
sat in the hammock. Mettaton was still under maintenance back at the lab, but
there was nothing Alphys could do until diagnostics were complete.
“Science w-wasn’t so bad this year. I-it seemed easier.”
“Maybe for you nerds! Us jocks aren’t as smart as you all.”
“I don’t know, I think Papyrus did great with all his tests, especially his
math final.”
“Damn it, Sans, not in front of Undyne.”
“What? You mean all the tutoring actually worked for you?!” She grabbed him
into a head lock, his hands gripping her arm but otherwise letting her have her
fun. He wasn’t all in the mood but knew she wouldn’t let up until she had her
fill.
“Hey Sans, how was gym?” Frisk looked most interested and now the others were
too.
“Well, I wasn’t given a hard time at all actually. In fact, Marcus and his
group congratulated me on getting into the fight I got into with Chara. Said
they were surprised that a gay had it in him to actually throw a punch. Other
than that nobody said a word to me all day,” He shrugged and went back to his
drink.
“I’ll show them what gay couldn’t throw a punch.”
“Papyrus, there’s no point in getting upset over something that wasn’t directed
to you, nor in any way offendable to you. We know you’re gay and can punch the
lights out of anyone in the school,” God, why was Frisk always so straight
forward?
“Anyone notice that, besides Frisk, w-we’re all gay?" Sans facepalmed himself
at Alphys' obvious observation.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, both skeletons stared at the computer in their room, super
nervous as they scrolled through the student portal website the school had. The
tests were graded electronically, so test results were sent out to each
students email they had through the school portal. This was so teachers could
send out notes for things like canceled classes or events.
To get a pass for the carnival they needed to print out their grades and submit
them to their homeroom teachers. If they didn’t they had to stay inside all day
and read or do whatever they had the students do. This was really the last day,
but Sans always counted it as an extra day to hang out in the library. He had
never gone to the carnival before, not because he had low grades, but because
he had no interest in going to act like a sugar high idiot. Papyrus, on the
other hand, was never able to go due to not having the best grades.
Scanning over his email, Papyrus' sockets go wide and he lets out a loud whoop
before grabbing Sans and dancing around the room with him, “I PASSED SANS! I
PASSED EVERYTHING!”
“That’s fantastic Papy! I knew you could do it!”
“It was all thanks to you Sans!” Papyrus laughed, dipping the smaller skeleton
to plant a giant kiss on him, his magic electrifying them. Sans squealed in
shock before he started laughing at Papyrus' excitement. The taller tossed him
onto the bed to nuzzle himself under his mandible, “You have no idea how
seriously happy I am Sans, thank you.”
“It was nothing, Papy,” Sans smiled as he kissed his boyfriend's neck, humming.
“We should get ready to head out, but before we do, I want to give you
something."
Jumping from the bed and running out of the room he returns and holds out a
wrapped box to his boyfriend, little hearts appearing in place of his pupils.
Sans cocked his head while glancing at the gift, “What’s this for?”
“Well, I was kind of an ass to you yesterday. Even after I had snapped at you,
you had still helped me during the math final. I picked this up for you after
last nights practice and me, well... I hope you like it and that you’ll wear it
on Wednesday,” He rubbed the back of his head in a nervous fashion, really
hoping Sans would like his gift.
Excitedly Sans opens the gift box and gasps at the garment inside. It was a
darling pale turquoise hoodie with long rabbit ears on it. It was the same one
he was admiring when the girls took him to the mall for his Poetry Slam outfit.
“Oh, my God Papy how did you know?!”
“I called the girls and Frisk had seen you looking at it. Figured it was the
best thing I could get you as an apology. Plus, I think you'd look really cute
in it too heh.”
“I LOVE IT!” He darted off the bed and bounced into Papyrus’ arms, snuggling
into his chest, “Of course I’ll wear it!”
After hanging it up in the closet, they get a quick clean up and head
downstairs for an even quicker breakfast, making sure to have printed out their
results before leaving. Sans felt he should drive since Paps was excitedly
hopping in his seat while they were eating. He had never been to something like
this and in all honesty was acting like a child in a candy store. Sans found it
adorable and was thrilled he was in such a better mood than the day before, not
being able to help but smile as he watched Papyrus bubbling on about how he had
never been to anything like this, even as a kid. They really needed a day of
fun.
Meeting up with Mettaton and the girls they all walk into the school and got
their passes from their teachers (Mrs. D eyed them with a shine to her eyes as
she gave Alphys and Sans theirs), with Paps rushing everyone around. Undyne was
also excited as all hell, never having gotten to go either and this year she
could thank both Alphys and Sans, who were tutoring her for most of her
classes. Alphys with math and science, and Sans with literature, history, and
her foreign language class. He was just thankful that it was a class he had
already taken and passed.
After reaching the gate close to the gym they entered, getting greeted by
booths of games, food, and quite a few rides. Nothing extravagant, but still
great for a free day of fun. Papyrus and Undyne continued to act like excited
kids, running to every booth to see what it was and to try and win any prizes.
Sans could only laugh at their enthusiasm. If only they would apply their
energy to studying like they did at the games they would do so much better at
school.
Halfway into the games and rides, Papyrus noticed that Sans was staring at some
stuffed teddy bear. He took a crack at the game and completely lost, leaving
with a piece of crap bracelet. He smiled and shrugged, even though this was his
first carnival, he knew that it was one of those games that were rigged.
“Hey Ton-Ton, why not win your ‘boyfriend’ that stuffed thing. You could
probably win it.”
“Oh goodness no Papy dear, I could never do a game like that. It’ll ruin my
nails. Be a sweety and win it for him would you?” He grinned that prima donna
smile but knew exactly what it was for.
“Hey, Sans! Let me win that for you since Mett won’t get his prissy nails
damaged!”
Easily enough he was able to win the stuffed animal for Sans the second time
playing and Sans blushed like crazy accepting it. Everyone laughed and
continued on their way, Mett playing with his hair too much to notice or care
that Sans was easily flustered, especially since it was from the way Papyrus
playfully brushed Sans' hand while giving him the bear.
As they continued walking around he got lurched in between a few of the booths,
space tight and dark. Within seconds Papyrus had Sans in his arms, up against
one of the walls surrounding them. The smell of fryer grease grew stronger,
mixed with that of funnel cakes and corn dogs. Lapping hungrily at his neck,
Paps rubbed himself against Sans, hearing him moan his objections. They could
get caught.
“You looked so fucking cute when I got you that bear. Making me think of that
ribbon all over again.”
“B-but Papy,” Sans let out soft moans, his voice turning into a whimper, “d-
don’t stop.”
“Why would I do that?” He pulled his shirt out from inside his pants, rubbing
Sans' lower half of his spine after undoing some of his shirt buttons by the
taller skeleton's hands. Papyrus began sucking on his collar bone.
They continued for several minutes until they hear a soft chuckle. Sockets
darting to the side they saw Dean Asgore laughing to himself. They stood there
frozen for several moments until Papyrus had the courage to speak.
“D-d-dean sir?”
“Oh, to be young again. I remember my first time taking Toriel to the carnival.
Oh, what a night that was!”
“Don’t encourage them, Asgore!”
“M-mom!”
Toriel appeared behind Asgore, her face firm, “I’m not very pleased to find a
couple of students hiding in the shadows, especially you two. After everything
that has happened do you really care to get suspended so close to the end of
the year?”
“She’s right boys. In any case, if we happen to see this again today we’ll have
to take drastic measures. We wouldn’t want that, would we now?”
“No sir.”
“Now, back to having some fun! Now my dear,” he said letting Toriel take his
arm, “Shall we continue our tour of the carnival? Maybe this year I could win
you something, hmm?”
“I would like to see you try,” Toriel laughed as she took Asgore's hand in
hers.
Laughing they left, leaving both Sans and Papyrus to just stare blankly at the
two goat boss monsters as they hadn't moved from the dark makeshift alley. Both
were unsure how long the two of them were standing there watching them. It sent
shivers up Paps spine.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans was upstairs taking a nap while Papyrus and everybody else was downstairs
laughing and enjoying themselves. The carnival was a blast, so much so that
Sans ended up falling asleep almost as soon as they got home. They were all
talking until Undyne looked at him with her usual 'I know you’re planning to do
something you shouldn’t be doing' look.
“What?” Papyrus looked at her as innocent as he could. It was ineffective.
“Paps, you’re like my brother. Don’t bullshit around with me. What’s going on?”
She caressed Alphys head, which was on her lap, having passed out shortly after
getting there not realizing how tired she was too. Mettaton and Frisk were
lounging in the other chairs.
“Nothing, why?"
“Paps, I know you too damn well. You’re planning something so spill!”
Papyrus sighed feeling all eyes on him. He really didn’t want to bother anybody
with this. In fact, he wanted to deal with this alone. There was no way that
they could help him out with what he needed to do. It didn’t matter how badly
they wanted help ease his troubles, this was just something he would have to do
without them. The only thing they could do was help support him. That was all.
“I’m going to announce that I’m dating Sans at the ceremony,” Papyrus stated
casually.
“Does he know about it?” Frisk showed instant interest and didn't wait in
asking.
“What do you think?” Papyrus casually stated as he began to spread his legs
open, sinking more into the couch in a more relaxed position.
“You should tell him,” Undyne muttered.
“He’s going to tell me not to do it,” Papyrus muttered, “besides, I’m done
hiding our relationship.”
Papyrus smirked as he looked up at Undyne. He knew that she would understand
what he meant. They talked a lot about what would happen. They were both
getting tired of having to pretend to be dating and Papyrus was getting
aggravated that some of the guys would talk to him about his “girlfriend” and
how he was lucky that he got one of the hottest girls in the school while
Undyne was tired that the girls in track were going on about Papyrus. It didn’t
help that they to walk each other to class when they would rather take their
love to class.
“I hear ya,” Undyne laughed.
“Wait, so, you’re seriously going to come out?” Mettaton asked.
“Yeah. You won’t have to pretend to be dating Sans anymore,” Papyrus smiled a
little cheeky at the robot, who rolled his eyes and flipped his hair, “Are you
sure about this deary? You might lose the scholarship.”
“I don’t care,” Papyrus spoke softer than he intended, no longer sure if he was
telling the truth anymore. It didn’t matter anymore. His mind had already been
made up. Even though he was scared shitless about coming out, he was going to
have to do it sooner or later.
It'll be better this way, having it happen on his own terms than having it done
for him the same way it was done to Sans. Even though it settled down a bit,
there were still people talking about the pictures. They were still being
spread around school, it was just more on the low key now, but everybody was
still talking about it. They weren’t bothering Sans although it bothered him
having to see them every other day.
Papyrus remembered during a past practice where he ended up going to the locker
room for the showers. Half of the guys were showing off the pictures of Sans in
the locker room and it just pissed him off. It got to the point where they
didn't bother showing him anymore since he gave off a 'don't give a shit' vibe.
Papyrus knew that if he did come out, they would either stop showing them all
together or shove them in his face asking how it was. That was something he
wasn't looking forward to.
“Hey,” Sans muttered as he climbed down the stairs. Sans smiled as he walked
over to the couch, laying down next to Papyrus, the taller skeleton grinning as
he kissed the top of his head. As much as he wanted to continue the
conversation with the group he knew that he was going to have to hold it since
Sans was here.
“How did you sleep?”
“Good. The carnival took a lot out of me,” Sans yawned while trying to rub the
sleep from his eyes as he nuzzled his head closer to Papyrus.
“Paps, maybe you should head to bed early. Tomorrow's the game,” Frisk said.
“It’s only eight at night.”
“You should go to sleep, Papy. Frisk is right,” Sans looked at his boyfriend.
He wouldn't mind going back to bed and would stay asleep if Paps was there.
Papyrus laughed as he motioned for Sans to get off of him as he stood up. He
stretched a bit as he began to walk upstairs, “Alright alright. I’m going I'm
going.”
“I’m going to go up too. If you guys want to stay, it’s alright.” Sans smiled
as he started up.
“Maybe next time,” Undyne smirked as she shook Alphys awake before grabbing
Mettaton, Frisk winking at Sans before getting up too.
They said their goodbyes and Sans immediately checked the door before heading
back up to their room. Papyrus was already lounging in bed wearing nothing but
some worn basketball cotton shorts. He noticed Sans, smiling as he moved over
and motioned for him to lay down next to him. Sans sighed, taking off his
pajama pants, leaving on the over sized anime shirt, climbing into bed.
Papyrus smiled as he began to rub Sans' skull after he settled against him. It
didn’t take long for Sans to drift back off to sleep and before he knew it,
Papyrus lost his own battle, his hopes and fears threatening to consume him
whole.
~*~*~*~*~
Papyrus sighed as he sat in the locker room. Any other game, he wouldn’t have
an issue, but today was the most important game in his life. This was going to
be the game that would either make or break his chances to getting a
scholarship and jump start his soccer career. He had never felt his nerves so
shot before, his bones shaking and rattling uncontrollably; he felt like he
might start hyperventilating any second if he wasn't already. All that was
racing in his mind was that this was his only shot and if he fucked it up it
was game over.
He couldn't follow Sans to college or get the money to go otherwise, and he
knew that his old man would never be willing to even help him out. He was alone
in this, all alone. If he messed up, he would be left behind as his friends
would go off on their new adventures their lives were granting them and he
would be stuck here in this town. Papyrus was so lost in thought that he didn’t
even realize that Sans had managed to sneak into the locker room.
“Papy?" Sans whispered as he put his hand on Papyrus’s shoulder. Papyrus looked
up quickly, having been too lost in his own thoughts, his eye lights jerking
side to side in a panic. Papyrus knew that he looked like a complete mess right
now, he was just so scared though seeing Sans brought him comfort. He smiled as
he saw Sans in the hoodie he bought him.
He looked so different wearing something other than an over sized knitted
sweater and slacks. He definitely looked cuter, the way the hood laid bunched
on his shoulders and the ears swaying about. He was wearing the only pair of
jeans he owned that would only fit by forming his ecto thighs. If anybody saw
him, they wouldn’t even think that he was a giant nerd.
“Papy, hon, are you alright?” Sans whispered as his voice increased with worry.
Papyrus lost himself, unsure of what lead him to pull Sans closer to him. He
needed to feel his body against his own, needed Sans' kisses, needed his
smaller phalanges touching him, needed him loving him. He thought it would help
him concentrate keeping Sans at bay, but in reality, he was his calming agent
for his bundled nerves. He needed Sans as close to him as possible.
Sans let out a soft moan as he felt Papyrus's hands slink underneath his
hoodie. It already felt silkie underneath from the fabric on his arms and
having Papy glide across his ribs felt wonderful. The smaller skeleton, without
thinking, straddled his boyfriend on the locker room bench, licking his teeth
gingerly as they started their kisses, grinding their pelvis' together.
They let out small little moans as they continued desperately kissing. Papyrus
could feel the heat of his magic pooling to form his manhood between his pelvic
bone. It didn't take long since they had been teasing and making out constantly
the last few days, and Sans continued to rub himself more onto Papyrus, almost
begging to have his Papyrus force his pants off of him.
“Mmm Papy please,” Sans whimpered as he felt Papyrus rub his ribs.
“Sans, I want you right now,” Papyrus whispered as he slipped his hand in Sans
jeans. Besides his thighs Papyrus was able to get a great grip of that cyan
magic, groping and rubbing Sans' ass cheeks, using his hold to keep him in
place as he rolled his hips up. His effort drew a muffled moan from Sans.
“Then take me,” casual in the way he spoke, but his voice was husky and
dripping with desire. He'd been wanting this since dinner Saturday, and even
with his teasing couldn't push Papyrus further than he wanted to go. It was a
wonderful break but he greatly wanted the monster he was sitting on.
Sans could feel Papyrus grab his jeans, sliding them down enough to reveal the
tip of his erection, precum glistening in the light of the hanging lamps.
Papyrus placed his hand over the tip of the head, the smaller skeleton letting
out a soft moan as he felt Papyrus rubbing softly, his hips grinding against
each other, his body begging for Papyrus to enter him.
Papyrus clenched his jaw to hold back his own noises, quickly pulling down
Sans' jeans completely while he pulled down his own shorts, revealing his
hardened shaft. Sans could feel Papyrus' fingers enter him quickly, a low moan
escaping as he felt Papyrus thrust into him, pulling that smaller body hard
against his rib cage. Sans could feel his voice stuck in his throat as Papyrus
continued to finger fuck him from behind, thankful that his hoodie was over his
dick instead of rubbing on Paps uniform. Papyrus kissed Sans gingerly as he
felt the smaller skeleton clench onto his member to pull it with his under the
fabric, trying to keep his voice low with needy pleads and whines.
Sans moaned into the kiss as he held Papyrus’s cock tightly against his. His
head felt cloudy with lust as his boyfriend continued to thrust harder into
him. Sans knew that Papyrus needed this. He needed a way to relax his nerves.
He knew that everything was riding on Papyrus’s performance, and if it meant
that helping him get off would calm down his nerves, then Sans would let
Papyrus fuck him until his lover was relaxed. He loved Papyrus and hated seeing
the taller skeleton so stressed out like this.
They continued their rutting until Papyrus pulled himself free from Sans,
leaning him back onto the bench, pulling a leg up and over his shoulder. He had
no idea when someone could come through that door so he had to be quicker than
he was being so without any hesitation he entered Sans and pounded away
fiercely inside, Sans clamping down hard enough to draw him quickly to his
orgasm.
He fell forward as his release hit, spurting into Sans and feeling Sans' own
shake him. They kissed wildly passionate to quiet as much of their orgasmic
cries as possible, and when they finished Sans nuzzled close to Papyrus as he
kissed him more tenderly on the teeth.
They smiled warmly at each other before separating to start cleaning up. It
took Sans a second to find his pants, looking over his shoulder after slipping
them on, “So, you feel better?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
"I'm glad," Sans was zipping up his jeans as he walked to the sinks to wet down
some paper towels. The smaller skeleton was annoyed that he had got the hoodie
dirty since it was so new but it couldn’t really be helped. It was better than
Papyrus’s soccer uniform. It would be a little bit more difficult for Papyrus
to explain why there was a blue stain on his crotch.
“I’m going to head out before anybody sees me here. I just wanted to tell you
that I know you’ll do amazing,” Sans smiled that all too beautiful smile,
making Paps not want to leave the room. He could only nod as he stood up, his
legs a little shaky as he began to make his way to the field. Papyrus felt more
at ease as he still rode out his bliss from his quickie with his boyfriend.
Papyrus had a soft smile as he reached his fellow team mates as they were
waiting for him at the stadium entrance. They all were laughing and poking fun
at him for taking so long, but excited and nervous all the same.
It wasn’t long before the game started. The beginning ceremonies went by and
soon Papyrus found himself on the field facing the opposing team. It was like
slow motion until the whistle sounded. He was playing harder than he ever did
in his life, doing everything he could to prove himself. He wanted to play so
well that when he did come out, they wouldn’t care because he would have shown
them that his sexuality had nothing to do with how good he was. How ability for
the game relied on his passion for soccer. How determined he was to be the best
and prove himself.
Sans had successfully snuck out of the locker room before the game started.
Mettaton had demanded that Sans and he sit together so when he snuck up to the
stands the flamboyant robot gave him quite the look. They were sitting in a bit
of a secluded area where they had a great view of the game. Even though he
didn’t know much about the sport, it was exciting to see Papyrus run around
with the ball, kicking it around and making goals. He was already acting a
little cocky as he started doing tricks with the soccer ball, still shooting
past the other school's players and their goalie.
The crowd was going wild as Papyrus stole their hearts. Sans was so amazed at
how Papyrus was playing. He had never seen him play like this though it was to
be expected. He was fighting for his chance to earn his scholarship. It seemed
that every time Papyrus or one of his other team mates scored a goal, the
opposing team was scoring right back. It was a vicious game.
~*~*~*~*~
Five minutes left of the game and the score was tied. It truly was a vicious
game as the other school was trying to do anything and everything to cheat.
Sans was frustrated that none of the referees were calling them out on their
shit. Suddenly, Sans' soul jumped painfully as he saw Papyrus suddenly laying
on the grass doubled over holding his face. It happened so quickly Sans wasn’t
sure how it even happened. Sans looked at Mettaton, seeing how pissed he was
while screaming profanities with Undyne.
"THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"
“I can’t believe what that prick did!" Mettaton was yelling at the same time as
Undyne.
“What happened?! Why is he on the ground?” Sans was straining to see the field.
“That guy fucking kicked Papyrus in the face!”
“What!?” Sans was panicking, standing to try and get a better look.
He wasn't getting up but had turned to lay on his back. Papyrus felt dazed as
he laid on the grass, looking up at the early signs of the stars. He knew that
his nose was broken again, probably missing some bone now too. He smiled as he
tasted his marrow and magic in his mouth, dripping from his nose. He was so
tired as laid down there, but he knew that if he let the referee make the call
of him not being able to play the rest of the game, it was going to ruin any
chance of his team winning. He was the one that was mainly making all the
goals. Him being pulled out of the game this close to the end would screw them
over.
“Papyrus, get your ass up! You can do it! You’ve taken more than a kick to the
face before! GET THE FUCK UP!!"
Papyrus turned his head, chuckling as he saw Sans screaming from the fence that
separated the field from the stands. How did he get down there so quickly? He
slowly got up, teammates checking his face and patting him on the back as he
rubbed his nose arch on his radius and ulna, flakes of dust smeared against his
arm with marrow. They noticed that smirk he had: Papyrus was no longer going to
play nice with the opposing team. He was playing serious, but now he was going
to play without mercy.
The last few minutes were a blur. It didn’t matter to him what happened. He was
going to make sure that he would murder them. There would be no way for them to
even recover. When Papyrus had something set in his mind, he would make sure
that he would get what he wanted. That’s how it was. He was going to get that
scholarship. He was going to get into a college with Sans. And right now, he
wanted to humiliate the other school.
The kid that kicked him in the face got a sharp elbow in the gut, Papyrus
kicking the ball as hard as he could, twisting and flying, laughing loudly as
he made the winning goal.
Chapter End Notes
     [Sans]
 
 
 
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***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     "Look
     If you had
     One shot
     Or one opportunity
     To seize everything you ever wanted
     In one moment
     Would you capture
     Or just let it slip?"
Chapter Notes
     GIANT THANK YOU TO GIO FOR THIS CHAPTER! It's thanks to her that we
     even got this up. Work has been killing me ((I had two 2 am days last
     week out of 5 bakery days, plus helping my mom almost every day)) so
     gio did a HUGE step and did her magic on this chapter. She also
     included some new parts, especially a long awaited moment between him
     and 2 boss monsters.
     The summary is the beginning of the song "Lose Yourself" by Eminem.
     Concerning everything that Papyrus will be going through this and the
     next chapters, it seemed quite fitting.
     Also, COMMENTS ARE LOVED AND WELCOMED! Have a question? Compliment?
     Suggestion? COMMENT AND LET US KNOW!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Papyrus sighed as he lay down on his and Sans' bed. He got what he wanted. The
other team lost by a point and it was the one he scored. Everybody in the team
wanted to go out and celebrate, but Papyrus just wanted nothing more than to be
home, nurse his shattered nose, and be with Sans. It was rather late and he was
dead beat tired.
Sans was lying next to him, comfortable and content, leaning up to kiss him
under his mandible. Sans was so proud of Papyrus. Seeing him play like that was
absolutely thrilling. He knew that Papyrus was really good at soccer, but he
never thought that he was at such a professional level. It was as if Papyrus
was a shark in a pool full of small fish the way he played today. Papyrus was
sure to get the top scholarship.
Papyrus sighed as he kissed Sans on the top of his skull, just 100% spent. Sans
held his boyfriend close to him as he rubbed his ribs soothingly. With how hard
he played, it was a miracle in it itself that he was even awake still. Sans
just wanted to help him sleep as he continued to massage him gently.
“Just go to sleep Papy, you deserve it. Tomorrow, we got to go to that ceremony
thing for your team,” Sans whispered.
He grumbled his approval, thinking back to when the game ended. Before Papyrus
left with Sans and everyone else, his coach had called out to him, going on and
on about how he had never seen him play like that. Tonight, Papyrus was playing
as if he was in a professional team, and his coach wanted to let him know that
there was very little doubt that any college would be tripping over themselves
to get a chance at having him play for them. Who knew, if everything went
right, he would probably even get a chance to play professionally straight out
of college.
He felt comfortable knowing that, whatever he chose to do, that he could work
doing what he loved and support Sans. So now, all Papyrus had to worry about
was if he would get to keep the scholarship.
Closing his eyes, Papyrus tried to sleep. Today was exhausting, but tomorrow
was probably going to push him over the edge. He kept waking up every other
hour. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t go to sleep and stay
asleep. His mind was racing too much to even give him an opportunity to even
rest for a moment.
Slowly, the taller skeleton got out of bed, careful not to wake up his lover.
Papyrus sighed to himself as the alarm clock read in big block red letters 5:30
AM.
Papyrus always ran when he couldn’t sleep. It was never a major problem; even
if he could doze he was okay enough to function, but when his mind couldn't
slow down running gave him to chance to clear his thoughts. It would also help
him by getting his body tired enough.
Papyrus changed into some sweatpants and a shirt, grabbing his cigarettes from
the nightstand, before starting for the kitchen. Papyrus wasn’t sure how long
he would be out, so he wrote a note for Sans in case he woke up. Leaving it on
the kitchen table, propped up against the vase of roses he bought for Sans for
the slam, he left the house and started running.
He just had so many things racing through his mind, and it started to make him
second guess himself. Maybe Sans was right. Maybe he should wait. But at the
same time, he was just tired of having to hide his love as if it were wrong.
He loved Sans. He wanted to go the highest mountain and shout it to the world.
He wanted to whisper it to Sans to make him blush wherever they were. He wanted
to kiss Sans in front of everybody, regardless if they would look warmly at
them or be disgusted. He just wanted to stop pretending.
Papyrus thoughts wandered to the poem Sans read during the poetry slam. All
those words and feelings from Sans' poem, Papyrus just wanted to turn them into
the truths he knew they were and stop pretending to be what he wasn’t. It
wasn’t his style and it seriously pissed him off that he kept being forced to
do things. Especially because Sans wasn't hiding with him anymore. Even though
Sans was forced out before he was ready, Papyrus wanted to be able to come out
and be with his boyfriend.
Papyrus’s soul hurt, although he wasn't all too sure if it was because he was
running for god knows how long or if it was from pretending to be straight for
everybody's sake. If the latter, then that pain would be drowned out by his
mindless running. It always did. The only way that this would end was if he
stopped playing make belief: He wasn’t straight, he wasn’t dating Undyne, and
he was gay. He was in love with the most wonderful monster in the world, and
this was no longer about giving up a scholarship for Sans. This was about how
he would rather lose everything and be himself rather than faking and gaining
everything he could have ever wanted. All of his success would mean nothing if
he was forced to hide his love from the world.
Papyrus didn’t even realize that the sun rose. He looked at his phone and saw
that it was already 8:30 and he had been running for almost three hours. He
ended up running to the school with it being so close, the countless laps
around the track clearing his mind. It wasn’t that bad, though, since there
were times where he ran close to four or six hours when he was dealing with
internal conflict.
Hoping that Sans would still be asleep, Papyrus decided that now would be the
best time to start jogging home, even though chances were that Sans would
already be awake. The carnival was the last day of school so everything else
that was going on this week was concerning the sports programs and clubs
meeting up before the majority would leave town for summer. There were a few
things that he might want to join for senior year.
By the time Papyrus got home and opened the door, Sans was sitting at the
dining table, coffee in hand. He looked up at him, smiling, and “How was your
run?”
“Good. When did you wake up?” Papyrus asked walking to the coffee pot and
pouring himself a cup. He added a couple sugar cubes to it before joining him.
“Maybe thirty minutes or so,” Sans mused, “I got breakfast ready about five
minutes ago. It’s still pretty warm.”
“Shit, I’m starving,” Papyrus laughed a little nervously.
Sans smiled, gripping Papyrus' arm before he got up and grabbed their breakfast
plates from the opposite counter. Sans could tell that Papyrus was still a
little shaken up since there were only a couple reasons why Papyrus would run
and right now he was dealing with something and Sans knew that fighting him to
open up wasn't going to help so it was best to let him be. He placed Papyrus'
plate in front of him, seating himself to place his hand on Papyrus’, smiling
warmly.
Papyrus suddenly kissed Sans, taking aback the smaller skeleton. It didn’t
bother Sans, though, as he loved kissing that strong, lanky monster. It was
almost as if he were tasting heaven, even if heaven tasted of cigarettes and
morning breath. Right now he tasted amazing and there was no way he'd ever get
enough of him.
It wasn't until Papyrus got up to press against him that Sans realized he was
still wearing only the giant anime shirt, making this much easier for Papyrus
to tease the smaller skeleton’s bones. Sans let out a hushed pleasured groan as
he felt Papyrus pushing him onto the table. With his feet, Sans had managed to
slip Papyrus’s sweat pants down, showing he was clearly already erect. Soft
moans escaped his mouth as Papyrus kissed his neck and jawline, rubbing his
dick on his tail bone.
The smaller skeleton began desperately searching for something to grab, not
even realizing that he was knocking over the plates and cups; ignoring the
sound of broken glass as Sans felt Papyrus put his weight over him. Sans felt
like he couldn’t get enough, almost as if Papyrus could sink into him fully.
Sans would never ever in a million years be able to get enough of him. Papyrus
nibbled on Sans neck slightly, causing the smaller skeleton to whimper
excitedly. It always drove him crazy mad with lust when Papyrus got like this
with him; hunger in his eye lights and greed in his touches. He always got hard
instantly when the other got like this.
Papyrus pressed his member close to that tight entrance, Sans mewling softly as
he tried to press his ass onto him, their ecto parts touching. Papyrus felt
himself slip inside, the pressure almost soothing hot as Sans inner walls
wrapped around his dick. Oh, Sans twitching his ass was like magic, Papyrus
couldn't help but thrust hard into Sans, grabbing his shoulders while doing so.
Both of them were moaning out the others names as they began their dark ride.
They could feel the table move with every thrust, helping Papyrus get deeper
into his boyfriend. Sans was just crying as he was trying to grab onto
something in a feeble attempt to keep himself grounded, whimpering out
Papyrus’s name weakly as he was being pounded. In an almost triumphant moan,
the smaller skeleton finally found his fingers lace around the taller
skeleton’s rib cage begging for him to fuck him harder.
Papyrus smirked as he lifted Sans up, carrying him a few feet to the living
room, throwing him onto the couch on his stomach, entering him from behind.
Papyrus grabbed Sans shirt in an attempt to force his thrust more into him,
Sans screaming out Papyrus’s name in complete lust. Papyrus was moaning out as
he continued to pound harder into Sans; orange and blue magic mixed before him.
Papyrus, as much as he wanted to go even harder, slowed down. It was painful
how slow he was going, but he loved hearing Sans beg for him. Sans sing song
voice was intoxicating when they were together like this.
Sans was whimpering as he pleaded for Papyrus to go back to the harsher tempo.
The taller skeleton was almost like a drug for Sans right now. God, he needed
Papyrus. He needed him so bad that it hurt. Sans felt his body automatically
try and bring back the tempo, but his hips were being held by Papyrus as an
attempt to force Sans to go the pace he wanted.
It was too brutal to bear, Sans cursing out loud angrily, begging for Papyrus
to go harder. He was doing everything he could to convince Pap to speed back
up, from clenching that orange cock in his ass to using his heels to push their
pelvises together, and as much as Papyrus wanted to do what his Sans wanted, he
didn’t. All he could do was laugh out his nose hole as he continued the drawn-
out thrusts, kissing Sans' vertebrae as he pushed himself into Sans deeply and
slowly. Sans let out a shallow obviously heated moan, feeling the tears run
down his cheeks.
“Please, Papy,” Cyan magic streaked his face, his bones rattling harshly as he
begged.
Papyrus slowly began to bring the speed back up, seeing as how he and Sans
could barely tolerate the dragged out speed. Sans started biting the couch
pillow as he tried to muffle his voice. Sans knew that he was the more vocal of
the two and he was dreading that one day one of them would tell them to keep it
down or they would have the community fine him or something like that,
especially when they did it at night or early in the morning, although Papyrus
didn't care about the volume of his lover's cries. He honestly couldn't get
enough of them.
Papyrus soon began thrusting harder into Sans, pleased as he heard Sans
throwing his voice into the pillow below him. Pap felt himself sink further
onto Sans, his cock pulsing upon hearing his boyfriend’s cloaked cries of
pleasure. He loved him so much. He just wanted to make him feel good.
Papyrus could feel himself closer to his climax. After giving a few more
powered thrusts he was thrown back into the furniture arm by Sans, the smaller
monster having thrown himself into his sternum in a jolt caused by his orgasm,
his ass squeezing his flesh as his ribs were covered in cum. He was screaming
orgasmic bliss, Papyrus coming inside him soon after, his arms wrapping around
Sans to be as close to him as he possibly could. Sans' body went limp, sockets
empty as he laid passed out while Papyrus followed soon after.
They stayed that way together, the clock on the wall ticking seconds by, the
sound comforting, like letting him know that they're still there. Papyrus
didn't want to move. He didn't want to move with the chance of waking the
bundle of bones in his lap, nor did he want to leave the heat surrounding his
appendage, still tucked deep into that blue magic.
He chuckled as he held his little lover close. He just wanted to stay like
this, for time to stop just for a day so he could enjoy Sans in his embrace. He
only wanted to be with Sans. To never let him go. This moment was just perfect
as they laid enjoying the aftermath of the bliss their love created.
“I love you,” Papyrus whispered as he kissed the top of Sans' head. Those tiny
eye lights, hazy with love and satisfaction, gazed happily up at his perfect
opposite.
“I love you too.”
~*~*~*~*~
Everybody was sitting at a table together. The soccer ceremony was a formal
event, so Mettaton, Papyrus, and Sans were wearing suits. Sans blushed when he
saw how nice both Papyrus and Mettaton looked, like celebrities in the
magazines while he looked like a five-year-old boy that was going to be a ring
bearer at a wedding. Undyne looked stunning in her turquoise shimmering dress,
while Alphys had a cute blue and white polka-dot that flared when she spun.
Even Frisk looked more adult than her actual age as she had her hair up in one
of those fancy bun being held by gemmed hair pins; her dress sparkled like
Undyne’s but was a dark blue. Sans was sitting in between Mettaton and Papyrus,
occasionally they would hold each other's hand from under the table.
This was the first time Sans ever went to one of the formal events for the
sports teams. The only way he even could get in was if he had a ticket. And
Papyrus had bought a ticket for Sans and Mettaton while Undyne bought one for
Alphys and Frisk. They were enjoying their meal, talking and laughing about
what they wanted to do for summer.
“Hello, coach told me you’re Papyrus?” a tall monster grabbed their attention.
Papyrus looked like he was about to grow faint. This was his soccer idol. This
was one of his heroes who inspired him to go for soccer. And here he was,
looking for him. HIM! Paps was trying to find his voice, not sure how to even
go about the situation.
“Hi, you’re that one soccer player, right? Your poster in Paps old room said
Rut, right?” Sans smiled.
“Sans!” Papyrus completely freaked out unintentionally, quickly shutting his
jaw with a bright orange blush crossing his face.
“Heh, yeah, that’s me I guess. Well, I was watching the game last night. Had to
root for my home team,” the monster chuckled as he put a furry paw over his
head, “And I had to meet the monster that was the driving force for us winning
the championship. You did wonderfully.”
“Th-th-thank you.” Papyrus was stuttering, struggling to find the words to
speak.
Papyrus now started freaking out internally as his idol placed a paw on his
shoulder, complimenting him for his hard work, telling him that he had great
potential to probably even play at his level in a couple years.
“Yeah, Paps is one of the best players ever,” Sans laughed.
Papyrus only nodded slightly completely lost as to how Sans could act so normal
and cool headed. This was the biggest athlete in soccer and Sans was acting
like he was just some random guy. Paps felt like he was going to dust from
embarrassment.
“Well, I got to go. I’m going to be handing out the scholarships to the lucky
students.”
As soon as the monster was gone, Papyrus let his forehead hit the table. He
felt like he was going to die as his nerves were running around at a million
miles a minute. He would never have thought that he would see his idol here.
Although he should have expected as much since his idol did go to this school
when they were younger. And the last time this school won something like State
was when his idol was in high school. So it had been at least ten years since
the school made it this far. And now he was going to watch him make one of the
biggest decisions of his life.
Papyrus sighed as he excused himself. He knew that there was still plenty of
time before they went and handed out awards and announced the scholarship bits.
He needed to go to the bathroom and clear his head. The realization of what he
knew he was about to do was starting to finally slap him full on in the face.
As much as he wanted to do it, Sans voice was ringing in his head about how he
should stay in the closet. Sans didn't want Papyrus to throw away his shot in
getting into a college. Hell, Papyrus didn't want to either. If he won the
scholarship, then he would be the first person in all of his family to get a
college education.
The tall skeleton walked as cool and collected as he could out of the room, his
eyes straight at the floor. He didn't even realize that he had bumped into both
Toriel and her husband. The look on his face told them everything. Asgore
placed a hand on Papyrus' shoulder as Toriel rubbed his back.
“Papyrus, dear, are you alright?” Toriel questioned him.
“Yes, No... I honestly don't know.”
“Come on, son, let's go outside so you can talk better,” Asgore spoke as his
eyes twinkled.
Papyrus only nodded as both goat monsters escorted him out. The school always
rents out one of the nice convention centers for their awards ceremonies, so
when exiting they appeared in front on the steps. Papyrus felt himself being
lost as soon as they were outside as he spilled everything in his soul to them.
He told them about how terrified he was about how everything would turn out if
he came out. He never felt so lost like he has at this very moment.
“Papyrus, what does Sans think about this?” Asgore asked him once Paps stopped
long enough to breathe.
“Sans doesn't want me to come out,” Papyrus laughed, “who could blame him
though? Not like his experience was full of rainbows and roses.”
Toriel and Asgore sighed. They knew that Papyrus was making a very valid point.
Sans had an extremely difficult time coming out. He wasn't the first student in
the school to be outed before they were ready, and he wasn't going to be the
last. However, Sans' case had a mind of its own because of the photos that
Chara had leaked. They could easily see why Sans was so passionate about having
Papyrus stay in the closet a little longer.
Even though he was an amazing soccer player and has the ability to reach the
stars, the goat couple also knew that worldwide, the sports world was still
trying to catch up with breaking the mold for LGBT groups. They had made
progress, but at this time, they knew that either Papyrus was going to struggle
with playing the big leagues or no team would ever accept him.
“Papyrus, how long have you wanted to come out?” Toriel asked honestly.
“Since I was in junior high,” sighed as he looked at the ground, “but if I came
out, my father would have actually killed me.”
Toriel held Papyrus close to her, one hand resting on his shoulder and the
other on his arm. She knew that Papyrus didn't have the easiest life, and it
was confirmed when she saw the marks left behind from his father all over his
face and body. Even though Papyrus had begged her not to tell anybody what had
happened, as a teacher, she was obligated to report it. It frustrated her
seeing one of her students in pain, especially when it was caused by the very
people who should be supportive.
What made her even more frustrated about Papyrus' case was by the very fact
that his father seemed to know people just as corrupt as him in places of
power. Her report against Papyrus' father seemed to have vanished, only being
replaced with intimidation and threats that would make most people turn pale
with fear. Even though she had met Papyrus' father a few times in the past,
from those few encounters, she knew that it was only a miracle that Papyrus
wasn't dead.
“Son, I'm not going to tell you why you should or shouldn't come out,” Asgore
spoke sternly, “I am, however, going to tell you that you should do what you
think is best.”
“But I don't know what is best. If I stay in the closet, I feel like I'm going
to go crazy. And if I come out, then I might lose the everything I have worked
so hard for and lose my chances at getting into college and-”
“Papyrus, everything happens for a reason. If you decide to come out and you
end up losing the scholarship, it won't be the end of the world. It will be
tough, but you will be able to move on. I promise you that everything will work
out regardless of what happens.”
“But Sans-”
“Sans will understand if you decide to come out today,” Toriel had a gentle
look in her eyes as she spoke, “I promise you that he will understand. He might
be a little upset, but he will always be by your side.”
“Mrs. D?” Papyrus asked.
“Yes?”
“Do you think I should come out?”
“If it makes you happy and you are safe, I don't see why not. Just know that
there are plenty who not only support you but will help you with any decision
you make, ourselves included.”
Toriel and Asgore, after learning about Papyrus and Sans’ relationship, were,
at first, a bit surprised. She remembered how Papyrus came out to her over the
phone when she called to check up on Sans. How neither of them had expected
Sans to be dating anybody, let alone dating someone like Papyrus. The two
skeletal monsters were so different; Papyrus was more outspoken, easily able to
stand out from others while Sans was much more reserved and could hide in any
crowd. Papyrus had a presence about him that made getting noticed all too easy
where Sans, at any cost, purposely stayed away from everything to stay hidden.
Sans also held his cards close to his chest, unlike Papyrus who would wear his
emotions on his sleeves.
Even back when his father was still alive, Sans was very much like him. He
would keep his emotions to himself, bottled up and forgotten. Even if it rotted
him from the inside out Sans always struggled with talking about his emotions,
but after seeing Sans' change, they assumed it was because he had become
friends with Papyrus. Then the phone call happened and everything clicked. Why
Sans was starting to come out of his shell more. Why Sans was able to smile
again after his father passed away. It made sense.
Even though Sans was the striking image of his mother, while possessing some of
her mannerisms, Sans was still so much more like his father that it would
always cause them worry due to Gaster never being a man of words. And even
though Sans was amazing with a pen, he always struggled with being able to
speak from his heart. At least with Papyrus, they knew that Sans had somebody
who would be there for him to lend an ear or a shoulder.
"She's right, my boy. Sans has welcomed you into his life and you're made him
happy. There's no reason why we shouldn't welcome you into ours. If you need
anything, we're but a stone's throw away."
Papyrus smiled feebly. He had made up his mind, even though it was going to be
difficult. He thanked the both of them and headed back inside. Stepping away he
went to the restroom, turning on the faucet, splashing water on his face, the
coolness helping him settle down. He turned off the sink and rushed back to the
table with Sans and his friends.
Papyrus let himself get lost in the conversation of the group, occasionally
breaking off to introduce Sans to some of the guys in the team or to some of
the other humans and monsters that were in different teams that he would hang
out with.
The once bubbling room with the sounds of conversations suddenly died down as
the students noticed one of the coaches take the stage. For a while, they were
talking about how wonderful the year was, thanking those who donated money to
the sports department, the updated soccer field, and other countless updates
and new equipment that lead to better practices and even better chances of
winning games.
Papyrus felt his soul go to his throat. He knew that soon, his time was going
to come up. It felt so slow as he waited for the soccer team to announce who
was going to get the scholarship. Papyrus was starting to feel nauseous. He
knew that he was going to get it, but the uncertainty of what would happen if
he did come out still raced in his mind.
Papyrus was on autopilot as he clapped for those who were getting awards. And
then, when it reached the scholarships being announced, Papyrus could feel his
nerves getting to him. Sans had noticed, placing his hand on his knee.
“It’s alright,” Sans whispered.
Papyrus couldn’t hear anything. Not because he literally couldn’t. It was
because his mind was buzzing with all of his fears. One minute he was thinking
that yes, he would come out and the next his mind was violently fighting
against the idea. He wasn’t sure how everybody was going to react. Were they
going to support him? Was he going to be able to keep the scholarship? He knew
that if he got this scholarship, then he was going to have any choice of
college he wanted to go into. And Sans was right. The college that he wanted to
go into also had the best sports program in the country. So it would benefit
him to go to that one. He could go with Sans, side by side with him, just not
hand in-
“Papyrus, you dork, go up! You got the scholarship!” Sans was cheering as he
nudged him back into the real world. Undyne was shaking him, shouting, and the
room was erupting.
Papyrus stood up to walk over to the stage as he began to shake hands with his
idol and coach. It was always a tradition for the one who got the best
scholarship to say a few words, a speech of sorts. Papyrus cleared his throat,
adjusting the microphone, his eyes meeting with Sans'. His mind suddenly
stopped racing.
His body became strangely relaxed. Every kiss they shared tingled in his mouth
and tongue. Every touch they shared reminded him of their love. For the first
time since he began to seriously think about coming out, he was at peace. He
noticed that he was even more so now than when he was running, or playing
soccer, or doing anything that required him to just turn off his mind and play.
All Papyrus had to do was look at his lover and he knew that no matter how bad
things got, Sans was always going to be by his side. And Papyrus was going to
be by his. Everything that had happened the last couple months could have
easily broken their love and it only made them stronger. Whatever happened
after this point, Papyrus would be fine with accepting the consequences. He
wasn't alone. He had Sans and his friends by his side. He had both Mr. and Mrs.
D, Sans god parents, looking after him. For the first time in a long time,
Papyrus had an actual family that accepted him. That was more than what many
people and monsters ever got who were in his position.
“Thanks, I really don’t know what to say,” Papyrus started, “but I need to be
honest with myself and everybody.”
Everybody gasped, not sure what was going on. Papyrus knew that he already
passed the point of no return. All he could do was just look at the only person
that mattered to him, hoping that he wouldn’t be too angry with him.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter by GioGioStar, saturnwonder
Chapter Summary
     Papyrus does the one thing he full on believes will make him happy
     but at the cost of everything until someone unexpected runs after
     him.
     Sometimes it takes being pushed too far to realize your true self.
Chapter Notes
     THREE WEEKS..... THREE WEEKS LATE.
     Hoooooly hell it's been a crazy last few weeks. From last Sunday to
     this upcoming Monday alone I would have worked 7/9 days at the
     bakery, 5 of those helping my mom, and using any free time to be an
     adult. Most of the times I was either trying to get projects done or
     housework. It's honestly no excuse I'm so sorry!
     This is such a critical time in the story too. Man, I'm a butthead
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Sans bones began to rattle a little. Why was Papyrus doing this, now of all
times? Sans honestly believed that Papyrus wouldn’t do anything that would put
his playing at risk, except maybe smoking, and yet here he was, standing at the
podium, to receive the one thing he'd been pushing and striving for in
jeopardy. His mind was screaming over and over while he sat there frozen,
begging for Papyrus to stop. He was going to lose everything. He was going to
lose the scholarship. All of his hard work would be snatched from him in a
raining shit storm.
“Papy, no,” Sans managed in a whisper as Mettaton started rubbing his back. The
robot diva glanced at the rest of the table, unsure of what to say.
“Sans, he’s made up his mind,” Frisk whispered.
“You knew?” Sans glanced around him, bone brows furrowed as he moved his eye
lights to each one of them.
“Papyrus made us promise. We were talking about this for a while, him and I.
Sans, you know how he is,” Undyne was trying to calm the smaller skeleton.
Hell, she was trying to stay calm herself. She was ready to make the jump on
anyone who would dare attack him or insult him after speaking. She had to be
the one to keep a level head this time.
All Sans could do was watch his boyfriend on stage getting ready to ruin any
chance he had at life and he could feel his magic start to boil. He was angry.
things didn’t want Papyrus to do this. He had begged him to wait for so many
reasons, so why did he feel he needed to announce it, to reveal himself, at
this very moment? If Sans had had the option to come out, he would have just
dug himself further into the closet. But it didn’t work out like that.
“What are you going on about Papyrus?” Coach asked.
“I’m the other person in the pictures with Sans Gaster. We’ve been dating since
last semester.”
The hushed silence couldn't have Sans sink any further into his seat as he
tried to avoid everybody’s eyes. Sans could feel Undyne and Mettaton moving
closer to his chair, almost as if they were a shield against anyone who decided
now would be the perfect opportunity to strike. He felt like he was about to
have a full blown panic attack. It had been two weeks since he had one. He knew
the other one was about to happen sooner or later. His body suddenly locked up,
tears starting to stream silently from his cheeks, as his breathing sped up to
match his anger.
“Sans,” Mettaton placed a hand on his shoulder. Sans tensed from the touch as
he quickly removed his hand. He turned back to face the crowd near whispering,
“I’m sorry, dear.”
Toriel and Asgore held Frisk close. Even though he was dean of their high
school there was nothing Asgore could do. The sports programs, though based in
the schools and their district, was out of his jurisdiction. Whatever was
decided would be completely up to the panel.
“Papyrus, we’re going to have to the higher ups and make them aware. We’ll let
you know what will happen from there,” his coach spoke while placing a hand on
his shoulder, “But you and I know their answer. I’m sorry.”
The last part was loud enough for only Papyrus to hear.
Papyrus nodded as he stepped off stage, walking quickly as he shot past tables,
past the accusing eyes and sorrowful faces. He made eye contact with Sans for
the briefest of moments, one that felt like an eternity to them, and with no
hesitation avoided Sans and walked down the hall. Sans turned to run after him
but was held back by Frisk coming from his side. She downcasted her eyes to the
floor before catching the last glimpse of Papyrus' back before he disappeared.
“Sans, it’s not your fault."
“Let me talk to him,” they were startled as they saw Rut behind them. “I know
exactly how he’s feeling. Right now, his minds a mess and he’s dealing with
some pretty painful shit." He took off after the skeleton.
All of them just stood completely dumbfounded. This guy was a professional
soccer player who didn’t even know who Papyrus was, yet cared enough to
actually try and help and they just let him go. Sans punched the table with his
fist and took off the opposite way.
'Papyrus you ass...'
Papyrus dug through his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, not caring if he was
still in the building. He brought out a lighter and lit the cancer stick as he
pushed opened the door rashly not caring as it slammed against the building
before slowly closing. He walked over to the curb and started pacing. He didn't
realize he was damn near bawling until he sobbed, sitting himself down into a
ball. The last time Papyrus remembered losing it this hard was when his father
told him his mother was gone. Everybody knew that he lost the chance to get his
scholarship. They were not going to give it to him. They said that they would
discuss it but it was all formality. But this was what he wanted, right?
It felt like hours, but eventually, he calmed down enough to uncurl himself,
instead leaning on his knees while breathing in the tobacco fumes.
“I admire you,” Papyrus turned to see Rut walk down, sitting next to him. “You
got more balls than I do.”
“I don’t feel like it,” Papyrus sighed, too drained to care that he was talking
to his idol, taking in another drag of his cigarette.
“You got an extra I can bum off you?”
“Yeah if you don't mind them being stale,” Papyrus stated as he pulled out his
pack and his lighter to hand off.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Papyrus just looked up at the sky. It was starting to get dark now. He couldn’t
believe what just happened. He just came out to a lot of people. He knew that
next year, everybody was going to know that he was gay. Everybody was going to
know that he and Sans were together. They were going to know that he was the
one that Sans was giving a blow job to. They were going to know that he was
gay. The entire school was going to know that he was gay. He was-
“That little guy, the one with the glasses, that’s your boyfriend, right?” his
idol asked suddenly.
“Yeah.”
“I’m guessing everybody knows he’s gay?”
“Yeah.”
“Something about pictures?”
“Yeah. This punk hacked into my phone and stole some private pictures of me and
Sans. And well, they ended up sending it to the whole school.”
“Harsh. Guessing those pictures didn’t have your face?” the soccer idol blew
out a puff of smoke.
“Nope. Just his. And my dick.” Papyrus took another deep drag. Most of the
smoke swirled in his skull before he breathed out. Whatever didn't escape from
his mouth slowly leaked from his nasal cavity.
“You want to know why I came out?” Rut asked suddenly.
“Why?”
“I had been with my boyfriend since junior high school. Everybody thought we
were best friends. We acted like it. He came out while we were in college. It
wasn’t a big deal because he wasn’t doing sports or anything like that.
“I couldn’t come out because I was so close to getting ready to go pro, and he
was alright with it, but we had been together for so long. We knew that this
was a possibility. Our plan was for me to come out when I was getting ready to
retire that way we would be able to live that nice life. We wouldn’t have to
worry about money. We wouldn’t have to worry about anything else but each
other.
“But about a month ago, there was a really bad storm and he crashed his car.
His family knew that we were together. They weren’t too happy with it. My
family, they were fine with us together,” Papyrus looked at Rut, tears staining
his fur as he looked out into the distance. It was almost as if the other
monster was in another world. He spoke as if he was just telling a horrible
story that had nothing to do with him. But the pain in his voice was thick.
“He wanted some damn milk for the morning. And I let him go. I can’t get him
out of my head. I loved him so much that when he died I felt like I died with
him. We were supposed to grow old together. I never got to hold his hand in
public. I never got to kiss him in front of everybody. I never got to do so
many things with him because I was scared of coming out. I never even got to
say good bye..."
A rumble filled his chest and he laughed, the light hearted sound breaking from
his choked gasp, “I followed you out to try and help you, and when I stood b-by
the door to give you a mom-ment I realized I’m jealous of you. Y-your boyfriend
is still here. You’re both out. You get to d-do that stuff. You won't have to
hide from anyo-"
He stopped short of trying to finish, Papyrus having dropped his cigarette to
embrace him from the side. The initial shock wore off and he sobbed into his
hands. They stayed that way until Rut's shaking form and ragged breaths slowed.
Papyrus pulled back enough to let an arm fall over his knees as he kept the
other over the shoulders of the taller monster.
“Thanks.”
"You more than anyone deserves it."
Rut took a few deep breaths, enough to steady himself with wiping his face on
his arm, "So, so what's the game plan now? Obviously, the scholarship isn't
going to happen. Any ideas?"
"There’s no way for me to go to college with Sans. I can’t afford it on my own
and my going was all relying on the scholarship, and there’s no way they are
going to give it to me now.”
“I'm not going to sugar coat it: they won’t, but I see you got a lot of
passion. I was there when you played that last game. I saw how dirty the other
team was being, and yet you pushed through it and, even with your face busted
up, you scored the winning goal. I personally want to offer you a full paid
trip to college. Just keep your grades good. Hell, you don’t even need to be in
a team. You earned that scholarship and I'll be damned if I don't at least
offer this chance to you."
Papyrus was looking at his idol in shock. His jaw opened then closed the opened
again, “Sir, I-”
“Just Rut. Asgore and Toriel were telling me about how you had a rough up
bringing and soccer, along with that boyfriend of yours, saved you from the
streets. Papyrus, you’re a very strong monster. This all will pass. Don’t worry
about what happens. You were able to overcome more shit than most monsters or
humans could handle. It’s an honor to even give you this opportunity. Please
let me do this for you.”
“You talk to those two?” Papyrus was surprised.
“They took me under their wing. I was a little hell bent kid in high school
too. They both have a thing for helping bad kids like us,” Rut laughed as he
grabbed Papyrus' shoulder, “And besides, they were the first ones my boyfriend
and I ever came out to.”
Papyrus started laughing as he suddenly hugged Rut. It finally sank in. He was
going to pay for his college. Papyrus could go to any school he wanted. It was
going to be with Sans. He could feel the tears just streaming down as he
realized that things would work out.
When they released from their man hug, Papyrus was smiling ear hole to ear
hole. He got a hand up from Rut and they returned to the ceremony soon spotting
Sans at the table. He didn’t care if this was a school event. He was going to
do one of the things that he had been wanting to do when they first started
dating. He didn’t care if he got in trouble.
“Sans?” Papyrus whispered as he stood next to him. Toriel smiled before moving
back from them. Blue bleached Sans' face but he smiled all the same.
“Paps, are you-”
It was perfect. Papyrus bent down, kissing Sans sweetly, dipping his tongue in
his mouth for a moment. It was almost like their first kiss back in the
classroom, soft and sweet. There was a bit of lust in the kiss, but that was
more because Papyrus was excited that he finally was able to kiss Sans without
fear of being found out.
“P-papy!” Sans blushed deeply while trying to get his breath back, Undyne
whistling as a bunch of fellow athletes started clapping. They obviously had
quite a few fans already supporting them.
Papyrus only smiled as he stole another kiss.
~*~*~*~*~
Sans was driving home. Papyrus was just too excited and jumping around the car
to even drive right and it was stressing him out even further. He couldn’t
believe that Papyrus had actually come out of the closet. And not only did he
come out, but he pretty much ended up revealing that his dick was the one that
got spread throughout the school. And he was laughing about it!
Sans blushed deeply when Papyrus had taken him to meet some of the guys he
played with. Paps embarrassed the hell out of him when he started cracking gay
jokes at them showing off his dick to the team. Sans wanted to just blow up. He
knew that as soon as they got home, he was going to just write a lot of vent
poetry in his online journal.
Arriving at the house Papyrus burst out of the car, rushing to Sans' side to
open the door for him. As soon as Sans got out of the car, Papyrus picked him
up, Sans letting out a surprised yelp at what was going on.
“Papyrus! Let me down!” Sans was mad. No, fuming. No, almost beyond pissed at
the taller skeleton.
“What?”
“I cannot believe it!” Sans was crying now while trying to slap the others
hands away, “I can’t believe you’re okay with this! You lost the scholarship!
And you’re acting like it’s not even that big of a deal!”
Papyrus grabbed his key opening the door, still carrying Sans in his arms. Sans
just started crying over how he was upset that Papyrus came out and now he
wasn’t going to be able to go to college. Sans was going on about how he was
going to go to some community college so that way he wouldn’t be away from
Papyrus. He was so upset about the thought of having to go to a community
college and waste his scholarship on something like that. By the time they got
inside with the door shut Sans was rambling.
“...and you’re just laughing like you don’t care!” Sans was shaking as Papyrus
put him down on the couch.
Papyrus laughed at Sans crying. He didn't mean to act like an ass, but he found
it funny because he was going to college. They were able to go anywhere they
wanted. Papyrus walked passed his boyfriend and went to the old alcohol cabinet
bringing out one of the old bottles of brandy. He cracked it open and poured
him and Sans a drink, returning to sneak a kiss.
“How can you be so chipper?!” Sans threw the question out before he had time to
think as held his glass of brandy.
“Because I am going to college Sans!”
“Wait, what?” It was like any anger he had suddenly evaporated. He damn near
almost dropped his drink.
“Sans, Rut came out to talk to me at the ceremony. He said that he wants to put
me through college and help me go pro! It completely worked out Sans! We’re
going to college together! We also can go out to the movies, hold hands in the
park, we... we don’t have to hide anymore! It all worked out for once in our
fucking lives Sans. We don’t have to hide us anymore!”
Papyrus picked Sans up again, twirling him around with his giant grin, now his
turn to have tears running down his face. They never had to hide their love for
one another again, and he was still able to continue on with fighting for his
soccer career while supporting Sans with whatever he chose to do. It felt like
this giant burden was lifted off his chest and he felt like he could now take
on the world.
Sans' sockets were as wide as saucers, gripping Papyrus' coat to keep from
falling, not realizing he too was crying again. When Paps stopped spinning them
around he flung his arms around his neck. They began laughing, their joy
sounding all throughout the house as Paps decided to continue dancing with
Sans. Neither of them had laughed like this, and it was exhilarating. It was
like when they had watched their first sunset together. They were filled with
such a peaceful feeling that they were in awe despite themselves.
Finally settling down, Papyrus sits on the couch with Sans in his lap with
their foreheads pressed together as they continue with small chuckles here and
there. By this time their souls were glowing brightly, blue and orange shining
out from under their shirts. Papyrus stared intently at the chest cavity in
front of him.
“Sans, may I see it?”
“Only if I can see yours too.”
He starts planting teethy kisses on Sans' jawline and cheeks while unbuttoning
his shirt. Moans escaped from Sans as he tried undoing Papyrus', both
forgetting how amazingly hot the other looked in their suits. With it being
such an important night, they had decided to not to do anything in fear of
messing the outfits. Nothing like going up to receive an award with your
boyfriends coloring all over you.
Shirt still tucked into his pants Sans slowly slid the sleeves off his arms,
allowing his bones to glimmer in the light of his soul and the garment to hang
from his waist. He placed his hands on his ribs, running his phalanges lightly
down them, showing himself off to Paps. He’d only ever acted this way one time
previously and he was completely wasted. This time he realized how confident it
made him feel though it was so lewd of him.
Stars he’s beautiful. Watching Sans allowed Paps to get his own shirt off, his
soul pulsating from seeing the others display. He felt a yearning, one that
would require him to give his boyfriend the up most trust, as Sans had already
done for him in previous tumbles. Gently taking Sans' hand Papyrus guides it
into his rib cage and up to his soul. His eyes stared longingly into the
others, feelings of love and encouragement radiating.
Sans followed Paps example and guided his hand into his own rib cage, his soul
throwing blue all over the walls and furniture. They sat like this for a
moment, their foreheads together again as they steady their breaths. “Ready?”
Sans could only nod as they brushed their boyfriend's souls with their hands,
electricity running down from their vertebrae to their pelvic bones. Sans fell
forward onto Papyrus, ribs grinding with a friction that heated their
experience. Again, more electrifying jolts as they continued playing with the
other's soul.
They had done this before, but nothing could match everything they felt right
at this moment. Moans arose from them, one hand on their souls and the other
grabbing where they could: ribs, shoulders, vertebra. Just as long as they were
touching and feeling. They wanted to be as close as possible.
“Papy, please take me. I don’t think I can wait.”
“No. Not yet. Keep kneading me, Sans. I’m so close.”
Sans starts grinding his pelvis against Paps’, the fabric of their suits
harshly scoffing their bones. Growls and groans come from Papyrus, a new shock
shooting his thumb into Sans' soul. This caused Sans to throw his head back,
his spine arching, wails of ecstasy causing him too harshly squeeze, which in
turn sent Papyrus into his own cries. Their souls erupt and ooze, flooding over
phalanges, chests, and laps.
Breath steady, Sans lays his skull against Paps clavicle. His boyfriend wraps
his arms around his tiny body, hugging tightly as he kissed the side of his
head. He wanted to continue but wasn’t sure if Papy would want to. For the time
being just basking in the after warmth of their session would keep him
satisfied until morning.
“I’m so proud of you Papy. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning Papyrus awoke early, still used to the school schedule of
having to be up for classes. It was still a reasonable hour. Noticing Sans was
already awake and not in the room, he grabs his cell and notices a text from
Rut. He wanted to talk with him later in the day, possibly for a late lunch or
early dinner. Probably to discuss which college he’ll want to attend so they
could get things started before Rut had to go back. Paps noticed the last part,
where Rut specifically requested that Sans comes with. A giant grin spread on
his face as he texted him back, asking if an early dinner would be okay and
where. Rut replied almost immediately, asking if an Italian place down the
street from the school would work around 5. Paps replied, putting the cell into
his pajama pants as he walked downstairs.
The ground level he found Sans picking up the kitchen, wearing a handkerchief
on his head, a white t-shirt and sweat pants. The radio was on and he was
humming along to one of the songs. Upbeat and energized he starts bopping
around, much to Paps amusement. It was such a girlie song and it got Sans
moving around with the cleaning brush close to his mouth belting out the tune.
It was too adorable. Leaning himself in the doorway, Papyrus could only
chuckle, Sans, spinning around until he stopped facing him with the final note.
Opening his eyes, his smile drops into an embarrassed expression and he quickly
squeals while hiding his face in a dish towel. Papyrus starts laughing like he
saw the funniest thing in the world and grabs Sans from behind.
“Noooooo don’t look at meeeeeeeee!” He starts flailing his arms to try and get
away.
“Sans, you’re too adorable NOT to watch! I didn’t know you liked some of those
lovey dovey girlie songs.”
“I-I don’t, just some are really catchy and remind me of how strongly I feel.”
“How you feel?”
“About us. How much I care about you.”
Damn it. He was just too much. Papyrus pulled Sans close and they stood in the
kitchen, simply holding each other. Paps felt like he was the luckiest monster
ever. He knew he kept thinking and saying it, but it was the truth.
Planting a kiss on his head, Paps told him about the text he got from Rut and
that they were invited for dinner. He was pretty sure it was going to be mainly
where he was going to be going to college and about any arrangements that
needed to be made. “Oh, and he insisted that you joined us.”
“He really wants me to? Gosh, I wonder why.”
“Well... I think it might have to do with us as a couple actually.” Papyrus
explained what Rut had told him at the ceremony, about his boyfriend having
died in the car accident and his regrets. Sans had sat at the table and
listened, tears building up in his sockets when Papyrus got to the part that
Rut wasn’t even allowed to be at the funeral. It was a horrible way for things
to go, and Paps and Sans were both extremely lucky.
Sans stood abruptly, hands into fists with a look of determination about him.
“Well, I accept! And we’re going to give him the best time ever!”
“Sans, it’s just dinner, calm down.”
“No! And instead of going out, please text him and invite him here! I shall
make him the best home cooked meal ever!!” Sans was already running into the
fridge to see what they had before darting to the counter to make a grocery
list to get any other ingredients they might need. Head resting on his hand
Paps texted the furry monster if he would rather dine with them at their home,
and he accepted. It would be a more relaxed atmosphere, Paps telling him to
invite friends he had in town if he wanted. It’ll be a dinner party of sorts.
“Hey, I’m going to ask the girls and Mett if they want to swing by too, and
Toriel and Asgore. Figured he’d like to see them and I told him to invite some
buddies as well. It’ll be a dinner party.”
“Wonderful idea Papy!”
“Now, concerning the songs you were listening to earlier, it got me thinking
about something I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now. Just... don’t freak
out.”
“What?”
“Well, we’re both guys but we can generate either gender parts, so why do you
tend to manifest lips instead of a cock sometimes?”
“Where the hell did that come from?! You thought about that from me dancing and
singing to a couple songs?” Sans was blushing and getting flustered. This was
not the time for this, he now has to get the house in order for guests and get
food ready.
“It’s a legit question. I mean, it doesn’t bother me to have sex with you with
a vagina, but it makes me wonder. I guess that means I swing both ways but
prefer dick? You had generated female genitalia multiple times during your
heat. I guess where I'm getting at with this is, well, would you be able to
help me with mine if I were to generate one?”
Sans could only stand there, face a deeeeeep shade of blue, staring at Papyrus,
“I really don’t know.”
Papyrus held his hand out to Sans, who took it and allowed himself to be pulled
into his lap. He hugged Sans tightly, but this one felt different. Sans' head
was against his chest but it felt like there was more cushion to it.
“Well, you up to seeing?”
Sans opened his eyes and saw orange. Lots and lots of orange. It wasn’t until
he sat there for a moment before his sockets grew wide and he jerked his head
back, “WHAT THE HELL PAPY!?”
He tried pulling himself away, but Papyrus held him against his now ecto
covered chest. He had formed a set of breasts and just felt like teasing Sans
for the moment. He really was serious about what Sans might do if he was in the
same situation, but he knew Sans and he would be freaked out too much to help.
He was curious to see how far he could go with him.
“Come on Sansy, you can play with em.”
“Get off me Paps!”
Sans broke away and ran from the kitchen with Papyrus close behind, both
darting up the stairs and Paps tackling him in the hall. Squirming and kicking
Sans was dragged into the bedroom and sat in his boyfriend's lap facing him.
“Sans, settle down. I’m being serious about this.”
“You can’t just stick breasts in gay guys face Papyrus! What in the world is
wrong with you?!”
“Have you ever played with boobs before,” he calmly asked him. Sans had by now
stopped struggling and accepted his fate, folding his arms over his sternum and
giving Papyrus a glare. He wasn't happy about this.
“All I’m asking you to do is mess with them. They’re like jello, at least I
think that’s how they feel. Was never a fan myself, but hey they weren’t on me
either.” Hoping for some kind of comeback crack from Sans and getting nothing
but a pout, he sighs, “Just poke them and tell me what you think. Just a simple
poke and I’ll let you go.”
Head turned sideways, Sans looked at him from the corners of his sockets, then
down to the jiggling masses in front of him. It’s not like they didn’t look
bad. It was just that he had no attraction to them and had no urge to even mess
with them. If it was anyone else he would have probably decked them in some
effort to get them back into reality.
With a deep breath, eyes closed, he quickly shoved his index finger into one of
the breasts, Papyrus suddenly letting out a moan, his body shaking slightly.
Sans peeked a socket open, realizing he had pressed right into Paps left
nipple. Hearing the other moan like that with just a finger gave him an idea.
He knew Papyrus needed to be... punished.
“Did you like that Papy?” He flicked the nipple, watching it poke out with
slight curiosity, a hitched breath coming from his so called captor, “Wow,
you’re pretty sensitive around this area.”
“Okay Sans, you got to mess with them. J-just let me get dressed and we
caaaahhh...”
“I didn’t tell you you could speak now did I?”
Papyrus knew he really fucked up. His spine arched, pain mixing with pleasure
as Sans twisted the nipple he had flicked. He was getting turned on, and it
worried him what might form. Sans wasn’t ready for this to happen, nor was he.
Shit shit shit this was too soon. Why did it have to feel so good?
“N-no, you didn’t.”
“Good boy. Now, what do you want me to do? Should I continue playing with them
or do you want to stop?”
“I... I don't knOW!”
"I need a real answer."
"Please, don't s-stop."
San latched onto both nipples, twisting one while studying how hard the other
got. Was this just due to their magic or was this really how sensitive they
were for everyone? Leaning forward, Sans took one of Papyrus’ nipples into his
mouth and began sucking, his hand continuing to torment the other nipple and
his free hand pulling him close. Papyrus had to focus hard on keeping his moans
and noises suppressed. He was definitely hot and bothered by now, and he felt
his magic pool in his pajama pants. It felt different.
“Oh, what do we have here?”
“It’s nothing, you don’t have to. I’m sorry for forcing this on you.” His
breathing was erratic, fear slightly gripping his eye lights as Sans scooted
back and felt the middle of his pelvis. He thrust his hips upward into Sans,
his movements begging. He needed to stop this. He shouldn’t have...
“I’m getting up.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased y-!”
His pants were yanked downward, the top of his pelvis showing and Sans brought
the ass of his pants out from under him and down around his ankles. His legs
were preyed open, relieving his newly formed mound.
“S-sans, don’t look,” He was embarrassed, his orange blush engulfing his head.
His soul was pounding.
“I need to check something Papy. Stay still for me.”
“What a-are you doing? P-please don’t.”
He threw himself back onto the bed, Sans having taken his fingers and sliding
them down Paps slit, moans breaking from his throat. He was treating it like it
was some damn experiment. This was what he was hoping for right? Sans eyes
traveled from his face back to his opening, curiosity swirling in his eye
lights. Sans was moving way faster than Pap thought he would.
The smaller monster repeated the ministrations a few times, really unsure of
what to do. Bones rattled as he turned his curiosity into a frown. He was
getting frustrated, like when he didn’t know a test answer. He was trying to
remember everything Papyrus had done to him during these times but his mind was
drawing a complete blank.
“Rub the l-little nub above the slit.”
Sans did as he was instructed, and Papyrus started moaning with pings of
arousal, throwing his hand into his mouth to try and stifle them. This wasn’t
just new to Sans, but for him as well. The sensations were much different than
having a dick and the only reason he knew what to do was from watching the
porno’s he watched online. Other than that he was going in blind on the
opposite side.
Sans seemed like a professional, rubbing and sliding his fingers around,
eventually slipping his index directly into the folds. This caused Papyrus to
wail, calling for Sans to stop teasing him and push his dick in. Sans wasn’t
sure what to do, because even though he felt aroused by hearing Paps calling
for him, he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything more. He pulled his hand
back and stood there, frustration and fret overwhelming him.
“I can’t Papy.”
He was shaking, his bones rattling enough for the sound to reach Papyrus. The
taller skeleton sat up and stared at Sans, knowing damn well that this would
happen.
“Sans...”
“I'M SO SORRY, I CAN’T DO THIS!”
His sobs launched Sans forward onto his knees, his arms wrapping themselves
around his chest. This was all too much for him. He tried to put it into a
scientific aspect, study it and try to go further, but his mind and soul
wouldn’t let him. It felt like he was putting too much strain on himself. He
didn’t understand why it only bothered him. Why couldn’t he do this? Why can’t
he please his boyfriend in the same way that he could for him? What was so
different about this genitalia from the other for him? Why was it so fucking
difficult?
Papyrus wrapped himself in the bed sheets and slid off the side of the bed,
kneeling down next to the shaking skeleton. He looked like he was having one of
his panic attacks, and it was entirely his fault. He pushed Sans too hard into
doing this because of his own curiosity and needs. He should have never done
that, and so quickly. His teasing finally got out of control, and it hurt his
lover so deeply.
“Sans, hey stay with me. It’s okay. If anyone should be sorry it’s me. I
shouldn’t have done this. I forced you, and I am so so sorry. Fuck I’m the
shittiest boyfriend ever.”
Slowly his magic dissipated, his flesh melting away to show only his rib cage
again before Papyrus picked Sans' shaking body up and they laid on the bed.
Papyrus had Sans breath through his nasal cavity and out through his mouth:
Deep, steady breaths to calm him. They laid there for who knows how long until
Sans body finally stopped rattling and his breathing settled. He finally fell
asleep wrapped against Papyrus.
Reaching for Sans' phone on the night stand, he texted Frisk and asked if she
could swing by with Toriel. They had a lot of guests coming over and Sans was
in no condition to cook or clean. He also texted Undyne and asked her to pick
up groceries and be there in a couple hours. This would give him time to just
hold Sans. He placed a kiss on his skull, laying his mandible against him, his
thoughts searching for something to make up for what he did.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sans overhears Papyrus talking to Toriel, and they discover more
     about themselves before all their guests arrive. Memories are shared
     from when they first got together, and Rut surprises them. What could
     the soccer player want to share?
Chapter Notes
     Guys, this is the end of Junior Year. I am near close to crying right
     now I can't believe it. I still have some updating to do from
     chapters 1-5, but I won't be adding anything just editing. This was
     something I wanted desperately to do when I got an AO3 account and
     having completed it is such a relief and sadness lol
     Thank you to everyone, from all of us who started and continued to
     write UnderClass, for sticking with us in this journey of Sans and
     Papyrus and their classmates and friends. There was so much I wish we
     could add, but we have to wait for Senior Year, which, at this time,
     will not be starting until November or December due to the multiple
     trips I'll be taking in October.
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     creating UnderClass. It was her comic that inspired everything. It
     inspired 6 writer's to come together to create a world different from
     the usual alternate universes of UnderTale with new and old
     characters alike. It inspired us to have these characters relate to
     things that we ourselves have dealt with in our lives. Inspire us to
     help our readers understand that they are not alone.
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Sans awoke with a start, the sun casting shadows on the far wall. His body
ached, his mind was a whirl, and he felt emotionally drained. Noticing that
Papyrus wasn’t there only made it harder for him to get up. How long was he
asleep for? He hoped it wasn’t too late to go to the store and get what he
needed. Glancing at the alarm clock he jolted and sprinted out of the room in a
frenzy, realizing that it was almost 4. Nothing was done, what didn’t Papyrus
wake him?! It was his fault in the first place that he ended up falling asleep!
Reaching the lower level he stops short to find the house spotless and
wonderful scents coming from the kitchen. He also heard talking. Trying his
best to stay out of sight he tip-toed to the hallway wall and peered in find
Toriel and Frisk with aprons on with Paps and Undyne at the table. Papyrus
looked like he had run a marathon he looked so exhausted. His eye lights were
downcasted to the floor as his skull rested in one hand and the another in his
lap.
“I really REALLY messed up this time Tori. I had shoved Sans against a wall
with this and he didn’t deserve it. I have teased him in the past but this…
this was really fucked up… sorry.”
Toriel had given him a stern look for cursing in front of Frisk, who just
shrugged it off as nothing she hadn’t heard before in school. The goat monster
only sighed and wiped her hands on her apron before placing her hand on his
shoulder.
“You were, in a way, trying to help him. But you have to realize that
preferences are what make a person who they are. You might like, or don’t mind
certain things, but that doesn’t mean he will like those same things. May it be
something small like what they like to eat or something more. You were hoping
that things would, well, go in multiple ways with your relationship if you were
able to pin point how far he might be able to go.”
She was trying to give the best advice she could with Frisk in hearing range,
but she had to be fairly blunt about it. Frisk only sighed because she knew
what they were talking about and it aggravated her that her mom was trying hard
to cover up things around her. She was already 15 and she was wiser beyond her
years about topics such as this, plus she knew a lot about Sans and Papyrus’
relationship anyway. She knew they were going through some things.
“So, you’re pansexual Papyrus? Is that what we’re saying here and Sans is just
gay?”
Sans faltered against the wall while listening in on their conversation. Why
did Frisk always have to be so outspoken and straight forward?
“F-frisk! How do you even… what do you mean… how?”
“Mom, I'm old enough to know about this stuff. Plus, some things are a little
obvious as to what you’re referring to. I mean no disrespect, but can we please
discuss this like we're all adults here?”
Undyne was trying really hard to control her chuckling as Toriel continued to
gawk at Frisk. She looked at Paps and, after placing her hand on his arm, half-
lidded her eyes, “What you need to do is stop talking to us and go talk to him.
He’s going to wake up anytime now and he’s going to want to talk, and I’m sure
he’ll understand. He knows you meant well by it.”
“Yeah….”
Paps got up from the table and walked into the living room, starting up the
stairs, Sans following quietly behind. There was a choked gasp from Undyne, who
noticed Sans emerge from his hiding spot, and Sans could feel her eyes on him
as they climbed up to the second floor. Getting to the room Papyrus saw Sans
was gone, drastically turning around to rush back down when he crashed into the
smaller skeleton. Offing they tumbled onto the floor in a heap both groaning
from the collision.
“Fuck, that’s what I get for sneaking up on you huh?”
“Where were you? I freaked out for a second when I saw you weren’t in bed?”
“I heard you talking to mom. What is she, Frisk, and Undyne doing here?”
Papyrus felt his face heat up. His shoulders sagged and he couldn't make eye
contact, “I, well, wanted to still have things go smoothly tonight. After the
shit I pulled earlier I knew you’d need to sleep. Undyne bought some things at
the store and helped me clean the place while Tori and Frisk cooked. I asked
for advice from Tori on the phone to avoid it being said in front of Frisk, and
that kinda went south due to her knowing too damn much.”
They sat silently on the floor for a few minutes; both their souls were racing
with what might be said next. They really did need to talk but nerves were
keeping them from saying anything, that is until Sans sighed, “So, mind telling
me what a pansexual is?”
Papyrus’ soul stopped short, really unsure what he should say. He didn’t think
Sans heard that. It was a legit question though. With bones rattling softly, he
gulped before shakily explaining, “Pansexual is just a term they use for those
who like both genders I guess. Like, it doesn’t really matter if they’re a guy
or a girl. Pans focus more on the emotional aspect of the relationship, the
love that they share with their partner, so it’s not a problem for them with
the gender of the one they’re dating. As long as they have that strong
connection, then that’s all that matters. Toriel kind of explained things to
me...”
He quickly grasped both Sans hands in his own, staring deep into Sans' eyes.
“… and she’s absolutely right. Sans I really really fucked up earlier. I don’t
know what I was trying to accomplish by doing that to you, but it was wrong and
the fact that I hurt you like that and expected you to do what I’m capable of
doing was messed up. Damn it, Sans, I’m the worst kind of boyfriend an-”
He was silenced by Sans's hand being pressed to his mouth. He was trying to
apologize and Sans looked like he understood what he was trying to say. Sans
pulled his hand away and ran his thumb across one of his sockets to wipe the
tears, something Papyrus didn’t realize was forming, and he leaned his head
into Sans' hand. He just kept messing things up for them.
“I’m still not thrilled that it happened Papy, but I don’t hate you. How could
I hate someone who has been behind me every step of what happened with Chara,
snuck around dating someone he saw as family to give me a chance to go out with
the biggest gay we have in school to help my reputation, and on top of it would
have given up his dream of going to college to play professionally by coming
out and losing his scholarship? Papy, you have sacrificed more for me than
anyone else in my life in such a short time. You have stepped far beyond what
any regular boyfriend would do because you love me so much.”
He leaned his head against Papyrus, closing his eyes. “I’m not perfect either,
but thank you for loving me.” They kissed, subtle and undemanding, before
breaking out into giggles, and as they continued Sans was pulled into Papyrus'
lap. They settled down and enjoyed the muffled sounds of talking and the smells
from the kitchen as they enjoyed just being in the others company. Even while
feeling at ease, his soul still felt constricted, and he knew he needed to say
something.
"Papy?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I don't... well, fully understand why I form what I do. I've never formed
anything different until, well, until you came into my life."
Papyrus kept quiet. Sans appreciated the silence as it allowed him to hear the
beating of the soul of the monster he was leaning against. It steadied him in
ways that he couldn't describe.
"I honestly had no trouble when you formed your magic onto your ribs and
sternum. They were like pillows, but when you were asking for me to... to..."
Papyrus' hand rubbed at his spine, helping to steady him again. His breathing
had started picking up speed and after a few deep, calming breaths he was able
to continue.
"I just couldn't do it. It felt like I was going to be physically sick, as hard
as that is for us, and it felt like a battle pulling me in different
directions. It felt...unnatural." His bones faintly shook as he tried to
describe it. In all honesty, he felt more disturbed by the scenario Papyrus put
him in this morning than he was when they fucked in the bathroom stall, and
that was pretty damn disgusting.
All Pap could do was hug the smaller skeleton closer. They continued sitting on
the bedroom floor, the silence welcoming while thoughts buzzed around both
their minds.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Soon guests started arriving, Rut and his friends being the first to. By this
time Papyrus and Sans changed into something more presentable other than their
cleaning clothes and sweats. The door was barely opened when Rut rushed in to
give them both hearty hugs before receiving handshakes from the others, one
being another of Papyrus’s idols. He wasn’t as amazing as Rut, but man the guy
was a soccer genius! Paps just stood there dumbfounded in the hall, not sure
how to respond without sounding like a babbling idiot until Sans elbowed him in
the spine. They were congratulated on bringing their relationship to the
surface as well as congratulated Papyrus on his winning the scholarship, though
it was short lived.
Toriel had entered the living room from the kitchen and Rut freaked out in
seeing his old teacher and friend informally, running up to her, his arms
outstretched, for a giant hug. Toriel laughed and couldn’t believe how tall he
had gotten and they started talking while walking back into the kitchen. They
heard Undyne shriek and came rushing out of the kitchen into Papyrus,
exclaiming that Rut was in Sans house, HIS HOUSE, and he could only chuckle at
her. He already had his spazz out at the awards ceremony and he could only
laugh as she grabbed his shoulders to start shaking him in her excitement.
Alphys showed up next with Asgore, having arrived at the same time. Asgore
started talking with Rut’s friends as Alphy gave Sans a beautiful bouquet of
flowers: violets, lilies and different colors of roses. Sans took the
collection of flowers and breathed deeply, the scents mixing together to help
him relax. Besides Papyrus, she was one of the others who he had grown
especially close to, like when he was caught trying on his outfit for Paps, she
had fully taken control of the situation and comforted him afterward, giving
him tips and some ideas for their night. He smiled wide at the memory and
thanked her for the flowers.
Dinner was ready shortly and before everyone started eating Rut asked for
everyone to get a drink. By this time everyone had arrived except for Mettaton
who was on a date with someone he met at the school carnival. Since he and Sans
weren’t ‘dating’ anymore he had taken the chance to call this guy and was
really smitten with him. Raising his glass, he looked at Papyrus and Sans:
“To both of you tonight. From what I understand, you both have been through
hell and back within just a few months. You found each other and you have held
strong for your love. Do not let anyone, human or monster, tell you that what
you have is wrong. Continue to stay strong, have the others back, and don’t
bicker about how the silverware goes in the dishwasher. To you!”
“Here here!”
“Hahaha, it’s already too late for the silverware!”
"Not the toothpaste though!!"
Everyone laughed as good food and company were shared. It was shortly after the
toast that Sans overheard Mettaton, who arrived very fashionably late, and
Undyne bringing up some memories from earlier that year. It wasn't until he
heard Undyne say 'cookie' that he perked up and snickered as Papyrus hid his
face in a hand.
"Undyne, seriously, do you HAVE to bring that up?"
"HELL YEAH, I DO!"
"Darling, it was adorable how you got all defensive about it! And poor Sans was
confused the entire time."
Sans rolled his eye lights and cocked a hip to the side, "Of course I was! I
was just doing homework and out of nowhere you're both in my face, taking my
cookies, and then I'm grabbed by an angry Papyrus screaming not to 'touch his
nerd again!'"
Noise erupted from the room again, snickering and cackling sounding from
everyone, Papyrus going on a tangent against the Metta and Undyne as Frisk
pulled on Sans' shirt, "Sans, tell us about your first kiss?"
"W-what?"
"Tell us about your first kiss." It was louder this time, Frisk smiling oh so
sweetly, causing Sans to bust up into a blush. The rest of the backyard all too
quickly went silent as Papyrus also blushed fiercely. Alphys meeped from the
hammock when Undyne jumped next to her to get a good seat, Rut and his buddies
stopped rough housing to listen, and Asgore chuckled softly to himself as
Toriel listened on respectively.
"F-funny enough, I was asking for help with a math assignment aaaaaaand Sans
looked pretty ups-"
"Papyrus, you pretty much told me you wanted it done and I was pretty fed u-"
"But, he looked rather angry about 'helping' me so I thought it would be best
to thank him, and, well... one thing led to another and boom kiss okay change
of topic!"
Rut fisted Papyrus' shoulder, giving him a hard time as Paps rubbed at his
nasal cavity embarrassed, Frisk prodding at Sans again asking if that was
seriously all. A stern look from across the room from mom sent a chill down his
spine and Sans insisted that was all to that story. The memory left a smile on
his face as he thought about other times.
One of his favorite memories was when Papyrus confessed to him. He remembered
feeling really down and the taller turned the corner to really let him have it
with the teasing. It just exhausted him further and he begged Papyrus to stop.
It was so clear...
"Please stop making fun of me, just leave me alone."
"What?! Wait!" Phalanges wrapped around Sans' humerus in an effort to stop him,
"Please! Listen to me. I didn't want to hurt you!"
Sans was so confused. Why was he constantly making fun of him, especially when
he was helping him so much with math? He could have denied him so many times,
yet he really thought they'd be friends at least. Guess he was wrong.
"I-I really like you! Sans! I love you!"
He was stunned, to say the least, but he pulled back enough to stare down at
the floor. The classroom they were in was recently cleaned but he found a piece
of dust anyway. "How do I know you're not joking?"
"Sans? You okay?"
"Hmmm yeah, just thinking."
"Oh? Bout what?"
He had moved to a more secluded side of the yard, sitting on some decorative
stone steps his mother placed there long ago, Papyrus moving to sit behind him.
Drink in hand those longer arms wrapped around him loosely to just enjoy the
moment. Sans was able to rest his skull on Papyrus' arm to lazily watch their
friends and guests enjoying themselves.
"... when you confessed."
"Heh, what made you think about that?"
"Just the talking of memories. It felt like yesterday that I looked up at you
and you looked so distraught from my asking you if you were joking. I thought
you were at the time until you took out your soul."
"First time I ever did that with anyone too. Remember what I told you?"
Blue dusted Sans' cheeks, "That it was mine."
"And it always will be."
They bonk their foreheads together, smiling and earning a chuckle from Rut. He
had walked over to the skeletons to ask for a moment of their time privately.
They let the garden and head to the downstairs guest room, Rut reaching into
his coat pocket to hand a small handful of papers to Papyrus. Curious Paps and
Sans read the documents and stare at each other, shock and surprise enveloping
their faces. There was not only a check but documentations for colleges with
the best of the best programs and multiple apartment applications around each
college location.
“Rut, I... We can’t accept this. Not that we’re not grateful, but it’s too
much. You saying that you’d help me by taking care of the college fees is more
than enough.”
“Papyrus, please take it. I already have a deposit set for a place as soon as
you decide on where you want to go. I know you still have to be accepted, but
if need be I can pull some strings for any college. And this way Sans can go
with you. I will not have you separate due to not being able to go to the same
college. Not on my watch.”
“I don’t know what to say, man. T-thank you.”
“You can come the hell here for a hug!” He practically tackles them, embracing
both with tears wetting his fur and a giant smile on his face. “I swear I’m
going to take care of you both. I’ll protect your relationship, your love. I
will do whatever is necessary to make sure you can be together. Just say the
word and I'm there!”
Sans was sandwiched between the two taller monsters and there was no place he’d
rather be than that moment. Summer was going to bring new adventures. Their
Senior Years was going to bring new challenges and by this time next year
they’d graduate and start a brand new chapter of their lives. There was so much
that could happen, but until then they had their friends and each other.
They went back to the party, Papyrus stopping Sans in the hall before the
kitchen. Kneeling down he pulls Sans flushed with himself, dipping him back to
steal a kiss. Their souls shine brightly, a reflection of their love. They
still had so much to figure out, but there was nothing they couldn’t overcome…
together.
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