[Author's Note: I regret nothing. I ship these two like FedEx.]

It was your average day in Snowdin. The fuzzy monsters were out and about, the shop had opened, and Grillby's had its regular folk in it. It was snowing lightly outside, and it was the perfect weather for Papyrus to go out and patrol with his brother, Sans. Of course, Sans was much further into the forest than Papyrus, so the taller of the two stood guard near the end of the town. He thought that if they were at both entrances, there was no way a human could get past! At least, that's what Papyrus was thinking. His brother was just sort of... asleep at his station amongst a pile of condiments.

Papyrus stood guard vigilantly. Every movement of the water, every flake of snow, every rustling branch... he noticed them all in front of him. It was the things behind him that he was oblivious to. For example, the rather famous Mettaton in his improved EX form that just nonchalantly walked up behind Papyrus and gave his shoulder a quick tap. "Who goes there- oh! Mettaton? What are you doing here?" Papyrus asked shyly. Both him and Mettaton have hung out before and talked, but Mettaton was only once in his in his EX form just to show it to Papyrus, and he was never the first of the two to initiate the 'hanging out'.

"Hello, doll~ I was wondering if we could hang out again today, if you're not too busy human hunting." Mettaton folded his hands politely and gave Papyrus a sweet smile.

"The great Papyrus has been standing out here for quite a while. I suppose I can hang out, but only because you dragged yourself all the way over here."

Mettaton cheerfully clapped his hands together and stood on one leg femininely. "That's lovely! So, should we go to Grillby's?"

For a split second, Papyrus' face was filled with rage. He HATED that greasy, smelly place. "I've got a better idea! We could hang out at my house and watch some old human movies that wound up floating down the river!"

"Even better! Are you going to walk me there?" Mettaton held his hand out for Papyrus to hold.

"O-oh. I mean, of course I shall!" With as much confidence as he could muster, Papyrus gently held the robot's hand and walked him to the house. He soon realised that he should grip his hand a bit harder when a friendly squeeze from the robot's hand came his way. He responded with a more firm grasp, and Mettaton seemed satisfied. Papyrus was also quite impressed by the fact that Mettaton could walk perfectly in snow while wearing heels. "Here we are!" Papyrus opened the door to let Mettaton enter first. He may be a goofball, but he had manners.

After taking a few steps into the skeleton's home, Papyrus directed him to a spot on the couch. "Can I get you anything to drink? Wait, do you even need to drink things?"

"I could be asking you the same thing, Pap." Mettaton sat on the right side of the couch and crossed his legs in a proper manner. "I'm fine. Why don't you come sit with me?" Papyrus could just barely hold back a 'Wowie' as he took his place on the opposite end on the couch. Mettaton giggled and patted the spot right next to him. "Why so far away? Is the great Papyrus shy?"

"Of course not! Why would I be shy around a sexy celebrity?" Papyrus scooted over next to Mettaton to the point where they were almost touching.

Mettaton covered his mouth and laughed softly. "You think I'm sexy? Hun, you haven't seen sexy from me yet. After all, my shows are for all audiences."

Papyrus squinted at the rather attractive robot. "I haven't?"

"Not even a bit."

"Hmmm... can you show me?"

Mettaton forced a cough to give himself time to think. Is he serious, he wondered. No, he's too innocent. He thinks second-base only refers to baseball. "Oh hun, I don't think you're ready for that."

Papyrus sat op straight and sassily put his hand on his hips. "The great Papyrus is ready for anything! I would like to see how sexy you can become."

"No, I don't think that you do."

The skeleton leaned back on his spot on the couch and sighed. "Oh well. I guess it's just too much, even for you."

Mettaton shifted his entire body to face Papyrus. "Is that a challenge? Because I will accept it."

"Then a challenge it has become!" Papyrus stated.

"Don't say that I didn't warn you~" Mettaton worked his way on top of Papyrus' lap and straddled him. To assure his victory, the robot pinned his wrists to the back of the couch on either side of his head. "Comfy?"

At a loss for words, Papyrus nodded quickly. He didn't want to appear as if he was defeated, so he told Mettaton that he wasn't convinced.

"Unsatisfied, are we? Well, I'll just.." Acting swiftly, the robot grabbed Papyrus' shoulders and pinned him down on the couch with Mettaton sadistically smiling on top. Papyrus was held firmly in place by Mettaton's hands and his legs, one of which he had in between the skeleton's, and the other on the outside to keep his balance. "Don't make me go any further than this, darling."

Papyrus was doing his best not to look flustered, but the way his legs were positioned and because of how vulnerable he felt made it difficult for him to not just give in. It was even harder to keep himself from blushing, but the strange sensation he felt running through his bones made that impossible. "N..no, I think this is far enough. I feel... strange. Not bad, but just really... warm and funny."

Mettaton tried to keep his jaw from dropping. There's no way someone can be this clueless. Does he mean that he feels turned on? "What do you mean?"

The clueless skeleton's face turned bright red before he spoke. "Sometimes I feel this way when I we hang out and you hug me, but it's never been so intense."

"You're adorable, sweetheart. As your reward, I have something for you." Mettaton pouted ever-so-slightly and kissed Papyrus' forehead before sitting up and helping the skeleton back to his original spot. Once that was all said and done, Sans walked in. He took one look at Mettaton, and the robot could almost hear the, 'Get out' in his gaze. "Well, I'd better get going. Ciao, darling~!"