Author Note:

So I've decided to write the alternative (where Sans is the bottom), but it's going to be posted on Archive Of Our Own because the only big change is the M and MA kind of things. It'll be posted whenever 'things' start to be put into place. If ya catch my innuendo ; ]

Conjured dick: 4 (this includes ghost dicks and such)

Phantom skin: 2

Either: 4

This one is kind of split half and half.. It'd be 4:3 if I count my own vote. So I'm interested in reaching a compromise.

EDIT: Sorry, voting closed.

PHANTOM SKIN is a thin layer of slightly cold, pure white, never wrinkling (but not a vampy, y'know) "skin" that forms mostly to skeletons' bone structure to give them a slightly cartoonish look. Which just means smooth and slightly less "detailed" than an actual human skeleton. This allows them to close their eyes without defying the laws of bones. The "skin" pretty well also gives them "phantom/ghost dicks", the main difference being that that's all in place 24/7 instead of being summoned. They also have tentacle tongues for reasons.. But despite all this, no nipples (That's too spooky).
Skeletons have things like monster organs (no need to get into specifics, but it's just the monster equivalent to organs. The big reason for this is because it feels too alienating to make them the only monsters without them.)
What makes this magical? Weeeeell. Magic is sort of like blood in that it courses throughout them, and is very much present during a sexy "wrestle" in the sheets. It'll also be incorporated in deferent ways, so be prepared for magic~

/Chapter 9 - Much More/

If fear was a thing people should feel in this situation, then it would be important to note that Sans was a monster, therefore not a person. Therefore not afraid.

So he opened the door to his dusty, messy, cluttered, horrendous room. And his face didn't change from his "smile" when a little human created a muted crash from the pile of socks.

"this isn't a good way to introduce yourself."

The human had calmed quickly from the jostle Sans gave them. They nodded, then dusted themself off. Acting as if they weren't just playing in the pile while-.. waiting?

"well, the name is sans.

"hope you found what you were looking for." At this point, it was best just to pretend that 1. this wasn't as suspicious of a crime as it was, and 2. he didn't know for a fact that the kid was playing with dirty socks. He'd assess the damage after. Smartly.

"heh.. maybe you wouldn't mind stopping by later in the morning? you'd make my brother's day. he's always wanted to see a human."

They didn't budge. One thing Sans noticed was how small they were. A kid.

"come on, give him at least a 'femur' hours of sleep, kid."

"..."

They told Sans they wanted some spaghetti.

"alright. .. whoops, looks like the spaghetti chef is sleeping."

They pointed at Sans. Their gaze and finger would not budge.

"heh heh, i see your 'point'.

"alright. you've convinced me. but you can't talk about it, especially if you try papyrus' spaghetti. i wouldn't want to be labelled as second best."

Yes... on a critical observation, they were just a kid. A human, but a kid. Like the ones the lady behind the wall talked merrily about teaching, but also what Papyrus had been inspired to capture. There was just no reason to kill the frail creature as it was.

So he lazed down the stairs after them. They were already in the kitchen when his pace only brought him to the last step.

/-/

The lack of winks was starting to catch up to Sans. This had no affect on the kid's judging, however. When they'd take a little taste of the slightly off pasta, they seemed to take it to heart. It was finally on the third plate that it was deemed decent enough for the kid to nod after the bite.

'great.' Non-sarcastically.

The kid had met something in the third that satisfied something enough because they left in that timeframe with a look of contentment.

'even better.' Not that he could be certain that was the look of contentment, it was good enough for Sans.

The cause of the noise taken care of, it was a relief on his tired sockets to be back in bed. Nothing stopped him from relaxing in the crushing cuddle and slipping off to sleep.

It had been a beautiful day. Even if he'd still feel wrong being this close to Papyrus in public, he could at least enjoy it now with some peace of mind. Even if it didn't go any further, it still felt amazing. Even if Papyrus wanted to break it off sooner than later.

But he couldn't have been the only one to feel the chemistry when it was Papyrus who initiated the next lip(?)lock. Even if it was such a che'mystery' still. Did there need to be a logical explanation to everything..?

Yes.

His mind would definitely pester him about the logic later.

/-/

Papyrus woke up first.

But that's how it usually was every day anyways.

And he'd usually be up long enough to top up their spaghetti quantity. Now that routine was thrown out of order- someone had left some already made on the counter. (Probably not food safe, but what do they care, those monsters.)

'W-WOWIE!? DID SANS LEAVE THIS HERE?.. OR WAS IT THE NEW TENANT(?) IN SANS' ROOM...

'-SOMEONE- IS TRYING TO IMPRESS ME, AND IT'S WORKING!'

He giddily took a fork, twirled the strands onto it, then took the bite that would open his eyes. (Quite literally: they were protruding in shock.)

'THIS SPAGHETTI.. IS BEAUTIFUL! IT'S TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE! IT HAS THE TASTE OF LOVE THAT ONLY SOMEONE SO TRAGICALLY, AND DEEPLY IN LOVE COULD MAKE.'

Only one person he knew fit that bill. Sans: far past crushing on him, his brother was doomed to a prison of passion that had no key. Which was tragic since Papyrus hadn't been so honest with his feelings.

But if Sans made it, 'HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BRO-ZONE SUCH A MASTERFUL CREATOR?! HE'S MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!

'WHY, HE'S-HE'S-'

The room started to meld in on itself as the skeleton's mind delved into heart-racing glimpses of the last two days- and further back. Sans' genuine smiles and his lightly sweaty hands, and his puns (unfortunately) started to mean so much more.

The music was no longer influencing him with it's romantic tone, yet he still wanted to feel close to Sans. Really close. And do the things only couples did.

Like hold hands and kiss.

That must have been a "naughty" thought, because he felt a weird sensation in his stomach. (It was actually butterflies..)

8==D

End Note: I don't think I have enough organs for all those reviews, geez~ *heart would be displayed here if I didn't give it away*

(For anyone just reading this, you missed out on the gr8 dick deb8)