It has been a reasonable amount of time passing since the incident with Mettaton and Sans, and since then Metta has completely opened up for business in his studio, having held a few performances and live audience shows already. This night in particular he is holding another live audience show of sorts, as scheduled, and as always has invited Papyrus along to watch. He did spot Sans along with him, but since the time has past since their first intense encounter, things have significantly calmed down and the former robot thought it was a thing of the past. There were about 10 minutes left to the show, and Mettaton was just about to wrap it all up and then return to his dressing room to change, assuming to go out to dinner with Papyrus (and Sans most likely as he is here and it would be rude not to invite him). Things had been going very steady with Papyrus and MTT had felt that possibly tonight, he could make another move with him. He has been trying to be patient and take it as slow as he could with Papyrus as he didn't want to jump him into something he didn't want, but he felt that maybe Papy was ready. It will be awkward asking Sans to kindly fuck off for the night and explain that he wanted Papyrus to spend the night with him at his mansion on a grand tour of it, but he had already let Sans know, who was surprisingly perfectly okay with the ordeal. Mettaton had showed Paps to a few rooms prior to this night, but not a "grand tour" so to speak. Papyrus was as oblivious as ever and did not know of being on a grand tour tonight, though. Mettaton could only imagine the look of utter joy spread across his face at the idea. Mettaton cut to a commercial break, the last one for the night, and began to set up for the next cut back to finish the show.

Truthfully, he had hardly stopped thinking about that night. But he had to keep it cool, not that it was hard to keep it away from his poor, oblivious brother. He glanced up at the angular man now, that typical Sans grin on his face. Nudging his shoulder against him, Paps looked down just long enough to clap him on the back before looking back at the stage set in front of them. It was easy to keep his desire down, but the more the night went on the harder it was to get Mettaton out of his head. With a sigh he stood up, excusing himself and saying he needed to take a leak. Papyrus hardly looked away as the shorter man scooted out of the seats, winding his way down the halls to seek out a quiet alcove. Papy had been kind enough to show Sans where MTT's dressing room was, and with a quick peek at his watch he knew the show was nearly done. Grinning, he closed his eyes and teleported into the star's dressing room, taking a seat on a chair facing the door. There was no security, at least inside the room. He hoped that he had been hidden enough from view that no one would notice a short man randomly disappearing without a trace. With his normal grin plastered on his face and the all too familiar burning lust, he waited for the ex-robot to make his entrance before he entered him. Not really, but they would see where this would go. He had been fine and well with Metta and Papy's little plans on the outside, but Metta should know better to think that he would be so accepting. Twining his fingers, Sans rested them on his neck and leaned back. Ah, waiting. At least he was able to sit.

The show came back from the brief break and ran some closing remarks and results before cutting to the credits and starting to clean up once more. When the show cut completely he gave a final bow and wave to the audience before sneaking a wink at Papyrus on his way behind the scenes. He didn't notice if Sans was there but he didn't pay much mind to it, completely oblivious to the trap he was walking into. He made his way backstage and toward his dressing room, thanking his crew as he passed them. He got to his dressing room and opened the door with a sigh, stepping in and closing the door behind him. The room was dark and he tugged at his collar and began to unbutton the top of his shirt, about to remove it as he lazily flicked on the light switch with his elbow. He all but froze when he saw the figure in that was with him in the room, his eyes going wide. "Sans? What are you doing in here?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet and quickly fixing his shirt back into place.

Sans eyed him with that classic trademark smile, tsking his tongue as his blue eye faintly glowed. Flicking both index fingers outward, he pinned Metta's hands to the door and held them there. Locking him in place with his magic, he hungrily looked the man up and down. "Finishing what I should have done in the car." He whispered back, his voice already gruff with need. He hadn't felt the same since that night, hadn't been able to feel completely satisfied. The shorter man hopped off the chair and slowly walked towards him, his steps slow and leisurely. When he was close enough to Mettaton he popped open that first button again, careful not to ruin the man's most likely expensive clothes. Sans shrugged off his hoodie, leaving him in a skin tight black t-shirt. With a growl he pretty much pounced on Metta, nipping hard at the nape of the man's neck. Pushing himself flush with him he worked his hips slowly against him, not wasting any time. Leaving a trail of hot bites down his throat, Sans let out a gruff groan. He needed this, needed to show MTT what he could have with him.

Metta tried to struggle against the invisible force Sans placed against his hands to the door but it was no use. Yet again something he had not known Sans was capable of doing. He should really stop underestimating this man, he thought as he watched Sans come closer, trying to press himself as flat to the door and away from him as he could, even if he truly didn't protest. Mettaton watched as his button popped open again then back to watch Sans remove his hoodie. The ex-robots hair stood on end as he saw Sans for what probably was the first time without his hoodie. "Sans, what happened in the car shouldn't have happ-" Metta began to say but was cut off with a soft but deep moan at the feeling of Sans' forceful nip. He shut his eyes and bit his lip to save him from releasing any other telling sounds that he most certainly was into this. Why did he have to choose now to finish this? He was already trying to keep so good to get it on with Papyrus, why today? Why right now before Papyrus would probably be searching for them? The panic of being found out and ruining his relationship with Papy and the sheer lust and want that held him stationary under Sans' grinding practically was driving him mad. "Damn you." He whispered hotly as he tilted his head back and pressed his body forward into Sans, taken by the heat of the moment.

He chuckled against Metta's skin at his words, his breathing nearly raspy as Sans teased him. As much as he wanted to feel Mettaton's hands all over him, he was too afraid that he would push him away again. The rejection of last time stung more than he had let on, and this time there would be no get away - at least not for the man he had pinned to the door. Shuffling closer, he used his left leg to drive apart Metta's, all too eagerly pressing up against him. His erection was all too apparent as he made his way down to his collar bone, swapping out the bites for tender kisses. After he made it across his chest, he took his hands and slipped them under Mettaton's button up. Moaning softly against his flesh he splayed his fingers across the other man's belly, the tips of them digging in ever so slightly. Pulling back for a moment to pant, he met his steely gaze with his own blue and brown one. His eyes were still glowing, but in a moment of weakness he eased off the pressure on his hands. He needed to feel him moving against him more, wanted to feel his hands tangled in his hair. His knees felt weak at the thought, but a look of warning told MTT that he could easily pin him again.

Metta let out a series of soft breathy moans as Sans ran his mouth down his neck in nips and kisses, and hands under his shirt across his stomach. He shut his eyes during that entire time, only opening them once Sans had paused. He stared back into his mismatched eyes, his own reading an intangible lust and burning desire for it not to stop, and he wanted desperately to latch back onto him. He felt the pressure relieve off his hands and clenched them into fists to test it. God, if only he could return the favor... the look in Sans eyes was an unmistakable warning, certainly, but he could damn well try. Switching positions completely, MTT broke free of Sans magic and turned them around so he was now the one pressed to the door with Metta pressing his hands above his head in one hand and bringing his other hand up to stroke Sans' cheek. "Papyrus is waiting for us." He spoke, a soft smile on his lips as if he was the one in control now. He pressed flush against Sans and leant in to whisper in his ear, now gently rubbing his painfully obvious erection against Sans' thigh. "Let's finish this later. Please. I am a man of my word." He breathed hotly into his ear before gently biting his lobe as he went to pull away.

He wasn't expecting the switch, but suddenly the cold door was at his back. He let out an oof sound as he collided, looking up at the taller man. Leaning into his touch, his eyes closed as he softly touched his cheek. A groan followed his words, a mix of irritation and lust. Snuggling up to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning down to pinch the skin of his hip between his teeth, visible where he had bunched up his shirt. The nibble at his ear sent shocks down his spine, and he looked up to meet that metallic gaze of Mettaton's. He nodded, that same old smile on his face as he eyed his far too obvious boner. "Fine. Have fun calming down." Sans cooed, rising up to place a quick peck on his cheek. Later, he could do later. Without another word he slithered out of Meet as grip, grabbing his hoodie and placing it back on before looking around. He couldn't just walk out, not on the chance that Papy was there. So with a wink he teleported, this time into the bathrooms where he knew there would be no cameras. With everyone making their way out of the studio, he couldn't risk being spotted. Sans was lucky enough to land in an unused stall, slipping out of the door completely unnoticed.

It didn't take long to find Papyrus, he was easily the tallest man around. "Hey sorry, I had a hell of a time getting in." He said as he neared, smirking at his own terrible pun. His brother looked worried though, which made the shorter man frown. The crowd was nearly gone so it wasn't hard to talk in private, but with Paps' tone it was hard not to be noticed.

"MTT is taking so long! I'm worried!"

"I bet he's just under pressure." Sans said, once again slipping in a joke in that went right over his head. "We can just wait here." His taller brother nodded, seeming relaxed by his words. He was impressed at himself though, he had quickly splashed some cold water on his face before coming out but his pants were still pretty tight. Putting his hands in his hoodie pockets, he made sure to hide the evidence of his little encounter.

Mettaton sighed once he was left alone in his own predicament. Now to get dressed quick and manage to find some clothes that he had here that could manage to hide the fact he had a raging boner. Why the hell did he have such a large collection of tight form fitting pants? Oh that's right, he looked good with them. Ugh. He found the most convincing pants he could and tried them on instead. They didn't hide it necessarily but it could be convincing to just have it seem like it isn't a boner, just the pants themselves. Yes that should be fine, he thought as he checked himself in the mirror. Damn, Sans sure did leave a mark, MTT thought as he felt along where Sans had just been biting him. To help cover it up, he brushed his hair over it a little to keep it hidden. He slipped out of his shirt because it was thoroughly mutilated and found another shirt that he could easily just slip on without the annoyance of buttons. He did one last check in his mirror before he stepped out of the room and headed on down to greet Papyrus and Sans where they were patiently waiting. Metta went right up to Papyrus and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, even though the hug was slightly strained to keep him from feeling any traces of what was going on downstairs. "I am so glad you could make it, my love. How did you enjoy it?" He asked, Papyrus as he pulled back, practically disregarding Sans altogether.

It was hard to not notice the well dressed man as he made his way towards them, as Sans stood at his brother's side. With his hands in his pockets he just grinned, watching out of the corner of his eye as MTT hugged him and gave him a gentle kiss. From here he could see the blush on Papy's face, it was hard not to roll his eyes.

Papyrus smiled at Metta, still amazed that he was with the man he had idolized for so long. And a human too! With a flushed face he beamed at the other man, running a hand through his hair. "So good! I liked the lights and action!" He said in his too loud voice. Oblivious to anything else going on, he looked over at Sans who was grinning as always, then back to Mettaton.

"I am so glad you did. I tried to make it extra special knowing you were in the crowd." Mettaton beamed as he rocked on his heels slightly. "Now I am not sure about either you or your brother but I am famished. Are we still good to go to dinner, sweetness?" Mettaton asked his boyfriend in his diabetes inducing voice, grinning at the sight of Papyrus blushing. He gave a quick glance at Sans to hear if he had anything to say or see if he was going to object in anyway, but only saw him standing there with his usual grin. What an odd poker face this guy had, it was unsettling.

"Food?! I love food!" Boomed Papy, quickly turning on his heels to head for the door.

As he did, Sans looked up at the man, more of a smirk taking over his usual smile. "Dinner, eh?" He asked casually before turning around, backing up a step to quickly reach over and skim his fingers over the still apparent boner, trying to hide in Metta's pants. Chuckling without turning around, he set off after his bro with his hands returning to his pockets. Yeah, he could do this. A few teases here and there. It made him feel more alive than he ever had, including getting his new human body. Catching up to Paps, he grinned up at his brother as he stood there eagerly. Already he could see how this was going to be, how easily it felt hiding his secret from him. He didn't really like it, but his... relations were just purely physical at this point. He didn't really long for any of that vanilla bullshit, what he wanted was to finally get this damn monkey off his back.

Mettaton practically froze up as he felt Sans skim across his boner and clenched his teeth to control himself. He glared at Sans from where he stood before following a moment after, his expression softening completely when he saw Papyrus. He fished his keys out of his pocket and closed up the doors to the studio, knowing other crew were in there but they had other exits they could use to lock up when they were done. He then unlocked his car and took Papyrus' hand in his as he walked towards it. Knowing Sans was still behind them, Metta leaned his head against Papyrus' shoulder and moved his hand which was not being held to rest on his arm as they walked. If Sans was going to make it this difficult, he'd rub it in his face that he didn't belong to him.

He fell into place behind them, glaring daggers at the back of Metta's head as the man settled on his brother's shoulder. Well then, is this how it was going to be? With a smirk Sans lifted one of his hands, pulling on an invisible string to pull MTT's pants flush against his boner, making it more noticeable. Paps was oblivious, too caught up in the man's touch to even notice. But that's not why he did it. He was the one in power here, not the other way around. If he had to undo his pants and flop out that big ol' dick of his he would. Chuckling at the thought, he winked as his brother peeked at him with a flushed face. Oh Paps. The innocence in his brother's gaze made him bite his lip, he wasn't doing this to hurt him. A sick feeling twisted in his gut, but he kept his gaze focused on the once robot. He would not lose at his own game.

Mettaton gave Papyrus' arm a gentle squeeze as he felt his pants conforming more to his boner. Were they just shifting more or was it getting larger? Was this the work of Sans? He couldn't tell but damn how could he hide this. He let go of Papyrus as they got to the car and gave him a quick kiss before heading over to get in the driver's seat, trying desperately to act like nothing was going on so it wouldn't bring attention to how he was really feeling in his pants. Part of him just wished that Papyrus had left Sans behind today, then he wouldn't be in this predicament and forced to hide something so painfully obvious. Thank god his boyfriend was still pure in some sense, even if MTT wanted to change that tonight. He started the car and waited for the skelebros to hop in with him, trying to remember the way to the restaurant that Metta had made reservations for.

Papy, completely a mess from the touch of his boyfriend, was nearly giddy as he slid into the front seat. Having to duck down pretty far, he buckled in and noticed that Sans was lingering outside of the car. He squinted as he noticed that his blue eye was slightly glowing, which it only did when he used his powers. Peeking over at MTT, he looked back at Sans who just winked, looking completely normal. Oh! Maybe he just imagined it then... "Where are we going to eat? I hope it's good food!" He said with a booming laugh, slapping his hand on his leg as if it was the funniest thing he had ever said. Of course it would be good food, it always was when Metta picked the place to eat.

He noticed Paps look at him, and with an inner groan, he let go of his 'string' on Metta's pants. Winking at his brother, he opened the back door and slid in with ease, sitting behind the taller man. Leaning his head against the rest behind him, he glanced between the two of them with that typical smile on his face, teeth and all. Stretching out his arms behind his head, he closed his eyes and twisted a single finger into his hair, using his magic to gently tug down Mettaton's zipper ever so slightly. Just another mention of his power. Opening his brown eye, he looked directly into the rearview mirror to meet his steely gaze if he tried to peek at him. "Yeah, good food sounds good. I'm hungry." There was a tone to his voice that implied just what kind of hunger he had, going right over his brother's head as he turned around to smile at him.

"We are heading to a nice little Italian restaurant, all authentic cuisine. It's not quite as good as your cooking Papyrus but I thought you might enjoy it." Mettaton spoke as he gave his boyfriend a glance and a wink. He was quite aware that Sans had pulled down his zipper slightly now, and he wasn't about to bat an eyelash in reaction to it. He gave a glance at Sans in the rear view mirror to shoot him a warning, but otherwise did nothing else. No way he was going to give the smaller ex-skeleton the satisfaction. He told him to wait. He promised him later and he would honor his promise. Sans didn't have to be so impatient. Metta backed out of the parking space and began to drive the car on their way to the restaurant. The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon and cast long shadows within the car with the light coming from the driver's side. Hopefully these shadows would hide his wardrobe malfunction, he prayed. He could always ask Papyrus and Sans to wait for him at the door of the restaurant while he "looked for something in the car" aka resituated his junk and rezipped his pants. Sounded like a good plan.

"SPAGHETTI?!" Papyrus shouted, nearly bouncing up and down in his seat. His excitement only grew as he patted Metta's hand on the steering wheel, beaming at him with a large toothy smile. Oh how well this man knew him, and now he could hardly wait to get there. Of course he had no idea what was going on, nor would he ever think to glance in that... area. He was just a happy-go-lucky type of guy that blushed from a hug.

Sans on the other hand... well that was another story. He kept his blue eye closed as he caught the glare, deciding to be a nice guy and zipping up MTT's pants. After all, he was in a good mood. His brother was happy about pasta and he was picking up on that too. He finally opened his blue eye when the glow stopped, turning his gaze to the skyline.

Mettaton smiled as he kept driving, extremely glad he could put Papyrus in such a good mood. "There simply is nothing better, darling." He said sweetly to him, in a slightly better mood himself now that he felt his zipper "magically" pull back up. Sans probably wished up by now. At least he could hope so. It really was quite annoying to deal with these conflicted feelings, and surely it was Sans trying to make a point, but there was a time and a place for this shit. As soon as tonight is over, if all goes to plan, he wouldn't care about getting it on with Sans in secret. But Papyrus had to be his first, simply had to. There was no other way to go. Part of him just hoped Sans didn't think he was going there with his brother. But the way Sans was right now made him think the shortest of the three knew exactly what Metta had planned for tonight with Papyrus.

The car came to a stop before the restaurant and a valet member came forward to take and park the car. As he got out, the member noticed it was in fact Mettaton and appeared to be a bit nervous. 'My, reminds me of someone else who worked under me,' MTT thought as he gave him a smile. He set the keys in the valet members hand and said with a sweet voice and face, "If you so much as get one scratch on her, it will be the end of your career." Before going to take Papyrus' hand and head inside as if it were just a natural exchange. Mettaton wasn't going to play any games, he was already feeling the strain of holding a boner for this damn long.

Sans slipped out of the car and winked at the nervous valet, patting the poor chap on the shoulder. He was tempted to tell him he would pay for a scratch, but he knew just how precious this car was to Metta. He wasn't that mean, so he left it be and fell into place once more behind his brother and a man he was ready to devour. Clearing his throat, he shifted his hands out of his pockets to place them behind his back, feeling like a very short bodyguard for the two. Of course everyone's attention was on the big star in front of him, people stopping to stare at the hand that was wrapped around his brothers. It made him feel a small flare of jealousy, but he quickly suppressed it with a hard swallow. As much as he wanted eyes on him, it was also a lot easier to observe everyone when their attention was elsewhere. Paps was drinking it in, thinking of course that it was all for him. And in a way... it really was. With a sigh, Sans paused. Did he even want to go in here? But before he could make a decision, Papy turned around and gave him that big goofy grin, making his own smile turn more adoring. Of course he could, anything for that big doofus.

Mettaton led Papyrus in and soon they were lead to their table and seated with extremely fast service. Hell, before he could have even sat in his seat the waiter was present with a pad and pen in hand, awaiting their order from the menus that graced the table. The table they sat at was round and so naturally Mettaton found himself sitting between the two brothers. He situated himself and sighed in relief that now his junk was hidden underneath the cover of the table and the tablecloth. Maybe now it can calm down some while he mulled over what to eat. He glanced at both Sans and Papyrus with a smile "Order whatever you like, just be sure you will eat it. It'd be a shame to have such wonderful food go to waste." He commented before winking at the waiter. He turned to Papyrus and his smile grew wider "It's silly of me to ask as I already know the answer, but what would you like?" The former robot asked, moving to try crossing his legs under the table to conceal his erection even better. It did feel extremely uncomfortable and the chafe of the fabric against his crotch didn't really help.

"SPA-!" Paps started, but Sans lightly kicked him under the table with a wink of his blue eye. Inside voice, right. He... wasn't so good at that. Instead he picked up the menu and pointed at it with an elegant finger, a dazzling smile offered to the one who was taking their order. He could eat pasta until he died. Usually he cooked it himself, but it was always nice to sit and relax. Handing the menu off, his hand fell back to the table and lightly brushed over Metta's, another blush colouring his cheeks. He nearly felt giddy, watching as Sans ordered something that wasn't spaghetti. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but as his brother laughed he relaxed. It wasn't like it was his spaghetti, Sans wouldn't dare turn that down.

The shorter man handing off his menu as well, picking some sort of chicken dish. He was distracted, nostrils flaring at the overwhelming amount of scents around him. Honestly he just wanted to get out of here. Eying Mettaton out of the corner of his eye, he rose his left leg to tease his foot up the length of the man's leg. He looked straight ahead at Papy, asking him about the newest puzzle that he had bought for him. It was hard with how tight money was, but he liked to spoil him nonetheless. Only teasing MTT's leg a few times, he linked his fingers and rested it over his still-there boner, more easily seen with his tight pants. Thank goodness for tablecloths.

Mettaton tried to look preoccupied with his menu but he couldn't help but get even more turned on at feeling the teasing that Sans was doing. He went tense at first but calmed down enough to not give any other indication that he was liking it. Metta looked to Papyrus when he felt their hands touch, his heart fluttering within his chest with a more full sort of feeling than empty lust he felt for the other man sitting with them. When it was time for him to place his order, Metta chose to order spaghetti as well, knowing both that they made it good here and that it would make Papyrus happy. And right now, that was purely his only concern on his mind. All the thought of anything but his boner, and completely ignoring the attempts Sans made to keep him going, started to calm Mettaton down more and he found that while his boner wasn't gone completely, it had significantly felt more comfortable in his pants. Thank goodness.

Sans was too observant, realizing that MTT seemed to be calming down a lot. It didn't seem like a ruse, he could actually be losing that arousal. He nearly growled, coughing to cover the sound of it as he rose his hands to cover his mouth. He couldn't exactly use his magic, his damn eye still glowed when he did it. The man was glad that he had been able to keep his powers, without them he would feel so lost, but he could do without the glowing eyes. At least it was only one, only both when things got serious. Sighing, he picked up his water glass and swirled it around, the ice cubes clinking on the edges of the glass. Calmly he grit his teeth before that typical Sans look took over his face. He just needed to get rid of this damn weight between his legs.

Papy tugged at the tablecloth that rested on his legs, nervous as he glanced around them. He felt like everyone was looking at him and Metta, Sans looked the same as ever but he could feel the eyes on him. Clearing his throat he shuffled on his chair a bit, looking over to meet the silver eyes of his boyfriend. He felt calmer, but his heart pounded hard in his chest. A sheepish smile crossed his lips before it broke out to a full out grin when he ordered the spaghetti as well, those elegant fingers of his reaching out to carefully move a lock of Mettaton's hair out of his face. He adored this man, he really did. Everything was still so new to him, he felt awkward in this body and with people just... staring. And it wasn't even because he was big and famous either! But why wasn't he? He was pretty cool. "Thank you!" Papyrus bellowed, ducking his head down when Sans gently looked up to glance his way. Right, quiet. He could do that. "This is nice." He whispered - at least to him, sounding like a normal voice to everyone else.

Mettaton had literally no cares for the amount of eyes in him, he was used to his fame by now and this was normal. Sometimes he didn't prefer it, but he couldn't help but feel special because of it, and it led him to almost feel at home among the crowd if others recognized him and admired him from afar. Right now, however, he could tell it was making his boyfriend quite nervous at the same time, to which he wished they were somewhere a little more... private. But there was enough time for that later. Oh how he wished he could tell Papyrus now what the plan was for later, that he'd be allowing him to sleep over, but he knew the poor guy would outburst in his joy so he settled for telling him after they were free of the gazes staring them down in the restaurant. He looked away from Papyrus to notice that the waiter was returning with their food already. "That is incredibly fast service. See? I knew this place would be nice for tonight." He said as he gave Papyrus' hand a quick squeeze then took his glass and drank some of the water he had already at the table. Now if the former skeleton sitting on the other side of him can remain chilled for a little while instead of trying to jump his bones immediately, tonight still might go without any other hiccups.

Except that Sans didn't work that way. He was steadily getting more and more hungry, and the food in front of him wasn't something that he wanted. Letting out a moan under his breath he wiggled slightly in his chair, still sporting a semi. Slowly picking his way through his food, he watched as his brother practically inhaled his plate. Goodness. Resting his hand under the table he twisted it slightly, closing his eyes for a moment as he gently rubbed the tablecloth against MTT's junk. Oops. Darn breeze. Quickly popping his eyes open he smiled at his bro, offering him the rest of his chicken thigh when he couldn't finish it. Even in a human body Paps was slim, but his stomach was endless.

The three finished their food, well, Mettaton ate his food and Papyrus had his food as well as Sans' uneaten portions left, and soon they were exiting the restaurant after Metta had paid the bill. Due to Sans incapability to keep his hands or lack thereof off of the ex robot, Metta was sporting a little bit of a hard on, but it still wasn't quite what it was before. The valet delivered his car to him, not a scratch on it and the poor fellow handed the car keys to MTT with shaking hands. To honor the trouble of dealing with the star, he slipped him a generous tip after taking the keys, to which the valet was extremely appreciative. Metta then got into the driver's side and waited until the brothers were in the car with him before setting off towards their apartment. "Now Papyrus, did you have a good evening?" Mettaton asked, a sweet smile on his face as he reached one hand over to give Papyrus' hand a soft squeeze, still keeping his eyes on the road. Finally he could break the news to Papy about his plans to steal him away for the night.

With both brothers settled into the car, Sans' grin faltered when Mettaton started to speak. Great. You know, he liked his brother just the way he was. Who knew what would happen when the used-to robot defiled that? Would he change? Would he lose that innocent nature that he loved so much about him? Flipping up the hood on his hoodie, he rested his arm on the door and peered out the window, trying to tune out the conversation at the front of the car, which was hard with his brothers attention-demanding voice.

Papyrus flushed when he squeezed his hand, beaming at the man as he asked him how the evening went. "I was with all my favorite people and had spaghetti. Without cleaning! How could it get better?!" He asked, tossing his head back as he let out a hearty laugh. Peering back at Sans, he noticed he was quiet but his brother could be moody at times. He passed it off for him being dragged around with the two of them, flipping back to tap his piano worthy hands on the dash. "Thank you again, Mettaton. It was lovely!" He leaned over, closer to the driver to rest his head on his shoulder for only a moment. He knew he had to focus on driving, and he didn't want to see how mad the ex robot could get if he ruined his car. He may not always pay attention, but he had picked up on a few hints on how much he loved his car.

Mettaton smiled and tilted his head just slightly to touch it against Papyrus' "Well, darling, it isn't over yet. I spoke to Sans about possibly giving you a grand tour of my mansion, and we agreed tonight I'd let you sleep over and I can show you all there is to see there." Mettaton spoke, absolutely no ill intent or any sort of heat to his voice, just the sweet adoration he felt for his boyfriend. He looked in the rear view and noticed Sans was acting a bit moody but it must only be because he was pissed. Pissed he isn't getting to MTT's pants just yet. But he narrowed his eyes slightly and kept driving. Soon enough, then all the bets were off and he'd give Sans exactly what he was practically throwing himself on him for. But he wanted to make this first time counted. Make it last. He didn't know when or where Sans would come for him (literally) but at least he could get this out of the way.

Papyrus' eyes grew wide as saucers as he tossed his head between both Metta and Sans, his brother turning around just enough to grin at his brother. He had said yes? He was staying the night! He could hop out of his chair right now he was so excited? "Sans, are you going to be fine by you-" he started, worry filling his voice as he fully turned to gaze at him.

"You'll have fun, Paps. I do just fine on my own, you know that." Flipping down to salute the two of them, he noticed that they were getting close to the apartment. With a wink he disappeared, not even waiting for the car to stop. Teleporting just at the curb, he gave one last wave before walking into the house. With how blue his damn balls were, it was going to be a long night.

Paps blinked when his brother was gone, turning back to look at his boyfriend. Was this really and truly coming over to stay the night? Did he need anything? What about his jammies?

Mettaton slowed down a little, having been prepared to drop him off the normal way but blinked when he saw Sans had completely disappeared. "I can't believe he has his magic still." Mettaton commented casually as if he hasn't already experienced the magic of his magic. He glanced at Papyrus and smiled "I am glad you are this excited. I'm going to show you all of the rooms and everything, dear. I know you have been to my place before but this is different. Our first sleepover." Mettaton said with a happy sigh as he began on the route towards his mansion. Now he wondered how he could proceed. Maybe they can start with a movie after the tour? He didn't quite know. But he'd find out sooner or later how this would play out.

He glanced over his shoulder as he mentioned his brothers magic, casually shrugging his shoulders. He had never known Sans without his magic, it was... kind of nice to still have it around. He didn't use it much, not wanting to draw too much attention to it, but perhaps he was just used to the transportation that it didn't even effect him. But when MTT started to explain what was going to happen he let out a happy sigh, leaning back against his seat with a smile on his face. It faltered quickly though, his mind going back to his sleeping wear. What was he going to sleep in? Nothing? Oh gosh, even the thought made him blush. "What about my jammies?" He whispered, a literal actual whisper. There was an obvious note embarrassment to his words, his long fingers linking together as he wrung his hands. He didn't want to sleep in his clothes!

Mettaton looked surprised for a moment before glancing at him and seeing how embarrassed he appeared at the thought of sleeping without anything on, or more likely, sleeping in his normal clothes. "Don't worry love. I can let you borrow some of mine." He said sweetly, truly smitten with how adorable his boyfriend was when he was all nervous. The words he just said hit him and he blushed a little at the thought of Papyrus squeezing into his clothes. Mettaton rolled down the windows a little to shake the feeling of heat that was hitting him over such a simple thing but damn. How the hell was he going to get anywhere? Part of him didn't want to corrupt this sweet man who was sitting beside him. What the hell was he going to do? He had to bone him before Sans ultimately fucked him up instead. "I do have a guest room for you as well, but my bed is quite large, I think we would both comfortably fit on it if you didn't wish to be alone. My mansion is quite large and I wouldn't want you to get lost on your own either, love." He mentioned, trying to be gentle and subtle in his tone as to not make him feel trapped. He was free to sleep wherever in his home and Metta didn't want to put him on the spot.

Fitting into his clothes? He looked down at himself and then over at Metta, by the looks of it it would be a tight fit but... "I can have Sans bring me some. " He offered. It would be really odd and not comfy to squeeze into anything. Plus he would hate to rip any of his fancy clothes. It wouldn't be any trouble for Sans to blip over anyways! But then he went on to say that they could both sleep in his bed, for a moment he was confused. Where would Metta sleep then? Oh... OH. That might not be super comfortable either, it might be big but in the same bed? His whole body felt too hot as he pressed his cheek against the cool glass of the window. "I... I can sleep on my own." He nearly stuttered, looking down to study his hands. He felt all too hot at the thought of falling asleep beside his boyfriend.

"Okay, sweetheart. Let me know if you change your mind. We can call Sans once we are there and ask him to drop off your jammies." Metta said as he gave a small smile but on the inside he was worried. There was no way he could force Papyrus to do this. He simply wouldn't. He had to find another way. Maybe they could just get more accustomed to Papyrus sleeping over and then he might be more comfortable. He could somehow get lucky tonight but he didn't want to push it. Mettaton glanced at his boyfriend and saw how uncomfortable he looked with such questions, then looked back out over the road as he neared the mansion. Robot or not, he still felt like a monster. He drove his car up a long path leading to his mansion then into his garage that had a couple of other cars lined up alongside it and got out. Everything was automated for him, knowing exactly the car that was headed that way. He parked the car and turned the ignition off, giving a small sigh before looking at Papyrus again and smiling for him. They could still have a good time tonight, with or without the preparations he made.

Paps perked right back up when he said that was fine, acting like nothing had ever happened. Honestly the sexual reference went right over his head, he was just picturing laying next to that sweet face of his while he dreamt and it was too much. When they got into the garage he looked over at MTT when he sighed, leaning over the center console to peck him on the cheek, and ever so tenderly placed his forehead against his. "I'm so lucky to have you." He said, his face all sorts of colours as he opened his door and hopped out. He wanted to make sure he got his jam-jams, but his eyes grew wide when he saw all the cars in the garage. Whistling he spun around, his arms opening up as he spun in a circle. This was all so amazing! And it was only the first stop! Pausing, he looked at Metta with a wide grin on his face. This was going to be an amazing night, he could feel it!

Mettatons heart skipped a beat at hearing Papy's words and he got out of the car to lean against it gently. He admired how happy this made his boyfriend, something he had taken pride in but took advantage of or didn't quite give much attention to was just the best thing in Papyrus' eyes. Nothing honestly made him happier. He came over to the taller man before him and took his hands in his before leading him backwards towards the door into the kitchen. "Let's give your brother a call, shall we?" He asked as he stepped into the kitchen with him before letting go of his hands to get the phone. Not paying much mind, he sat on one of the counters as he began to dial the number from memory, knowing it by heart with the amount of times he has called for Papyrus. He pressed the phone to his ear in one hand as he waited to hear Sans pick up the phone on the other end. Then he leaned back on his other hand on the counter while he grew impatient, his fingers tapping.

Sans knew who was calling, it wouldn't be anyone else. Glancing at the phone, he dropped his hood and let it ring for a bit before finally picking it up. "So soon?" He teased in a low voice, chuckling as he inspected his nails. But he already knew why MTT was calling, eyeing the bag he had packed of his brothers pjs. He had had them specially made for Paps, just like that costume they had made Underground, but this one didn't have a cape. He suspected that this is just what he wanted.

Papyrus saw the tapping of his boyfriends fingers and scooted over to him, nuzzling into his neck to calm him. Taking a small breath he took in his smell, batting his lashes at him sweetly. All this touching was so new to him, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. It was just... new.

"Yes, Papy wanted his PJs so he could sleep comfortably. Would you be able to pop over here with them?" Mettaton asked sweetly, moving his hand up to rub Papyrus's back since he was close enough. My god he couldn't understand why his boyfriend had to be so freaking cute. It was enough to distract him from the tone he heard Sans use, which did send a shiver up his back but at least he didn't make it known to clue Papyrus in. He alternated between simply rubbing his back to tracing into it with his nails lightly and back again, wanting to observe if he enjoyed it or not as he held the phone to his ear and awaited a response from Sans, his silvery gaze locking on Papyrus'.

Papyrus nearly melted into him as his nails started to move gently against his skin, making his shiver slightly. He was surprised by his reaction but it did feel so nice. He was still getting used to all this... skin stuff, but feelings like this made up for it all. He kept his gaze locked with MTT's, his smile faltering slightly as his eyes fell half lidded. It was so simple but enough to make him feel... something. He didn't know what it was but he didn't move away.

Sans looked up from his nails to the bag again, blowing out a short sigh. "Be there in a flash." He said, ending the call and walking over to the bag. Dangling it on one finger, he teleported himself to the front of Metta's house. Whistling lowly at the size, he walked up to the front door and tapped lightly. Putting one hand on his hip and extending the bag out, which still rested on one finger. He was lucky he was feeling gracious and actually using the door. Kicking up one leg behind the other, he leaned slightly as he waited.

Mettaton kept his little hand movements up against Papy's back as he heard back from Sans regarding the jammies. He kept close tabs on exactly how Papyrus was reacting, really enjoying the sight of him getting lost in his touch. Once Sans had hung up, Mettaton hung up his own phone and set it down before hearing a light tap on the door. Thank god it was quiet otherwise he wouldn't have heard it. "Hold on, love," Metta spoke as he gave Papyrus a gentle and chaste kiss before hopping off the counter and heading towards the front door, through the grand dining room and rather large living room area. He made it to the door and opened it wide enough to peek out and see Sans waiting with the duffel bag. "My that was fast. Thank you." He said, giving Sans a genuine smile that didn't hold any sort of sarcasm or bite to it like it normally would. He was in a good mood and wasn't about to let this encounter get him worked up (in one way or another).

Sans just laughed softly, letting his hand fall to his side. "I had it packed the moment I got into the house. You're lucky I had a sense to not to barge in on your little... moment." He said softly, taking in the tone of Metta's voice and the fact that he knew just what was going on tonight. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. But all hints of his grin dropped away as he leaned in, a warning in his gaze. "Hurt my brother and I will end you, got it?" He knew Mettaton's cared for him just as much as he did, but even Sans wasn't perfect. Papy was a gentle and delicate man, seeing him broken would crush him. He knew that what he had been doing with Metta was just as bad, no probably worse, than what MTT could do to him tonight. It seemed odd that he was now defending the very honour that he could dash in a moment, if Papy found out what he had been doing. But just like that he smiled again, raising a hand to lightly boop the ex robot on the nose. "I will be by to collect later." Was he teasing? Maybe. With a hearty chuckle he spun on his heels, raising his hand in a little wave as he hopped down the stairs, vanishing before he hit the ground.


A/N; Oooo is this a promise or a threat? We will have to find out in the next chapter. Warning you now, there is no turning back after the next chapter and it will be diving into Sintown USA with no hopes of returning back unscathed.