Chapter Ten :: A Savage Jealousy
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Walking through the open space of the Waterfall gives you time to talk. And throughout the entire way, Sans tells you about anything and everything.
With your lost memory, there is so much you want to know about the world, there is so much that you don't understand. So you ask him everything. You ask Sans about the tiniest of events – from the way a snowflake falls to the ground, to the lengths of the river rushing into winding streams throughout the underground. And you hang on to Sans' every word as he explains them all in great detail. Your eyes barely blink as you're simply entranced by the way the world truly works. And as he talks, you slowly gasp in reply,
"Our world is so beautiful."
"You're probably right…" He masks the melancholy in his voice.
But still, Sans doesn't mind explaining it all to you. He's amazed by the fact that this is the most he's ever talked in a long time. He's so used to silently spectating the world crumbling around him, bending completely to the will of the human before you. He was used to being powerless, as the human had completely stripped away his will to speak out for help. He resorted to vaguely hinting his real thoughts in passing comments, but no one would one knew these were cries for help. No one knew these were small attempts to reach out to someone… anyone… about the endless loop they were all trapped in. No one knew. No one understood. So, he spoke less and less freely, until he barely spoke at all.
But not with you.
It's been a long road.
He looks back at everything you've both been through. At first, he was threatened by you. You're a new human to deal with, you're an older woman unlike anyone he's ever known before, and the unknown danger you presented was crushing, terrifying. But as time wore on, Sans' lack of self-control clouded his better judgement… until he eventually gave in to his primal urges. But unknowingly, he soon realised the inevitable truth – you're just as lost and broken as he is. You shed away from your threatening shell, and he sees you for what you are underneath. Now he knows for sure – there's no real reason to keep fighting you. He knows that'll get you both nowhere.
Besides, where we're at now just feels… natural.
You smile patiently at him as he takes a breath from talking. It's been so long since he's had a chance to talk this much, it almost makes him forget how easily exhausting it is. When he yawns, you hear a small crack between his joints as he stretches, and in the corner of your eye, you notice the direction of his arm stretching out towards you. He attempts to put his arm around your waist, but every time he does, you somehow manage to catch him in the act. You almost feel guilty for your perfect timing. And when your surprised gaze meets up with his, Sans shyly pulls himself back and quickly shoves his hands back into his pockets. You laugh quietly, noticing how he awkwardly avoids meeting your eyes by darting the white pinpricks in his sockets anywhere else. His face is thoroughly flushed with cyan colours highlighting his cheekbones.
How strange that he has no problem fucking you, but he's too shy to hold you.
Why are you so flustered around me so suddenly?
"Hey Sans, I have a question for you."
"What's that?" He runs his hand over his perspiring skull as his eyes refuse to meet yours.
"How did you find me? I mean, I ran really far through the caverns into the most isolated parts of the waterfall, but it didn't take you long to locate me at all. You got hidden cameras all over the place or something?"
"I don't, but I know someone who does." He laughs nonchalantly, and your eyes widen in surprise. That was meant to be a joke. And he shrugs as his laidback smile returns, "Anyway, I don't need surveillance to find my way around here. I know the underground like the back of my hand. And you remember how I get around, don'tcha?"
"You mean when you screw with the universe and jump through pockets of time and space?"
"Heh. I guess that's one way of putting it." His grin widens, amused by your phrasing, until you see that familiar cyan gleam in his eyes that makes his smile appear more sinister. And his voice lowers as you stare slack-jawed into his empty sockets, "But, y'know, the universe isn't the only mysterious anomaly I like to screw."
You almost choke. Thrown completely off-guard by that spontaneous comment, Sans quietly laughs at your flustered reaction as you unsteadily stumble forward. He saunters confidently ahead through the darkened paths of the waterfall as you linger behind in an attempt to gather together your distorted thoughts. And as you calm your racing heartbeat, you realise that he easily affects you just as much as you affect him. Clasping a tight hold of your chest, your fingers graze your hot skin as you suddenly notice how much you're burning up. You sigh with a crooked smile.
Mysterious, huh? Is that what you really think of me…
He stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder to you. And it's almost as if he reads your mind as he winks with a toothy grin, sending your heart into a racing frenzy without warning. You feel as if your entire head is about to go up in flames. And a groaning hitch between your legs begs for attention. Oh God… you're so hot…
He adjusts his jacket over his shoulders, almost in a cocky manner. He knows what he's doing to you. He knows he has you wrapped around his finger. He's playing with you, and you're letting him get to you so easily. As you brush back wayward strands of hair behind your ear, you clear your throat and slowly regain self-control once again.
"Y-You're a funny guy, Sans." You tell him, desperately trying to appear as if you're not at all interested in the boyish curve of his smile… his slender fingers grasping a hold of his hood, snugly wrapping around the back of his neck… and the tip of his tongue edging under his fang, with his cyan drool crawling over the corner of his mouth…
Fuck! I have to keep focus!
"Hey, I finally made you laugh. I must be funny if I managed to do that at least." His smile has an air of arrogance that you hate to love.
"You're a man of many talents, I've noticed." You cross your arms as you walk to his side, straightening your back as you square your suspicious gaze to his widened sockets, "Undyne warned me that you're one of the most powerful monsters in the entire underground. But to be perfectly honest, I'm not all that convinced…"
"Really? And what will it take for you to believe me?"
He dares to lean closer to you as you match his knowing smirk with your own. And suddenly, you're at a stand-off. You feel yourself trembling slightly beneath his dominant stare, but you remain firm, unshaken from his gaze. In the corner of your eye, you can see beads of sweat rolling down his temples as he tries to keep himself together as well. It's all a matter of who will snap first, and you're determined to not let it be you.
But… if I can push it just a little further… I know I'll win for sure…
Suddenly, your eyes dart off to the side as something quickly catches your interest. In the distance, you can make out something moving in your path. It takes you a moment to figure out exactly what it is, and you squint your eyes to sharpen your vision as you're confused on what it is. But after a second of speculation, you trace their silhouette and you're almost speechless by the sight. You've never seen a creature quite like him before. With a flowing mane breezing past his beefy neck, there's a smug grin on his snout as he flexes his large muscles on his arms and splashes the water beneath him with his long fin. And when Sans follows your gaze, you notice his smile suddenly fall away. He must know him.
"Now there's a powerful looking guy if I ever saw one." You point discreetly to the direction of the monster sitting at the mouth of a small waterfall up ahead. Sans glances one last time at the figure splashing playfully in the watery cavern, and lifts an unamused eyebrow bone to you.
"You're kidding, right? Aaron? Powerful?" His sarcasm falls on deaf ears as you still don't look convinced. And you bite back your laughter as he looks almost bewildered at your reaction, "Really? You honestly believe that guy looks stronger than I do?"
"Well I'm having a harder time thinking otherwise. I don't mean to sound nasty, but… he seems a little more equipped than you." Sans' eyes widen when you instantly step closer to him, and without warning, you confidently glide your hand over the material of his jacket as you feel for his skeleton underneath. Even through the thick material of his clothes, you can feel the intense heat radiating from his form as your fingers slide over him. And your voice becomes all the more teasing as you tilt your head towards his height, slowly shaping the words on your mouth, inches from his, "C'mon Sans, what am I supposed to think? You're all bones and no muscles."
"You want me to prove to you how strong I can be?" He asks you with a low growl.
Was that a challenge?
"Hm, well. There's only one way to settle this…" Your voice is barely audible on your breath as he feels the warmth of your skin grazing against his bones. He swallows hard.
But you're both interrupted suddenly by the sound of confident shuffling by the sides of you. And your smile curls into a devilish smirk as your sultry eyes meet up with the muscular monster, crookedly grinning to Sans in an awkward position to fully show off and stretch his muscles. You finally step away from Sans as you pass a look between the two men, and you notice that one seems happy to see them, but the other doesn't look happy at all.
"Hi Sans. It's been a while since you've visited Waterfall, hasn't it?" Aaron casually greets him whilst dramatically shaking the dripping water from his mane. And although Sans has his trademark carefree grin plastered on his face, Aaron is completely oblivious to the hostile undertones beneath his smile. You can see it in the way his mouth is slightly straining, and the way his eyebrow twitches with annoyance. And you silently clap your hands over your mouth to hide your amused grin.
This is going to be interesting…
"I've been around. Just nowhere near you." Sans replies sardonically. Aaron laughs, still completely under the impression that he's joking as always, and playfully nudges Sans' arm with his elbow. But Sans remains static, almost as if he hasn't been touched at all. You know Sans is strong and he can take harder hits than that… but you want to see how far this goes.
Then, as Aaron turns his way to you, his warped smirk grows disturbingly wider.
"Oh… hello, gorgeous." His voice drawls out the term of endearment, and it makes your skin crawl. You're surprised that he's taken to you so quickly. But you try your best to appear level-headed, and not completely repulsed, as you comb your fingers through your hair.
"Pleasure to meet you, Aaron."
"Pleasure's all mine, babe." He winks.
Babe? Ugh.
And when your eyes quickly flicker to the side, you suddenly notice how the white pinpricks in Sans' sockets has disappeared completely, and he's desperately struggling to keep up his casual smile. There's a suspicious shadow overlaying his skull, encasing his empty expression in darkness, and you quietly gasp as you recognise this look. He's not happy. He's not happy at all.
You step away from him, and you feel his burning gaze follow you as you slowly approach Aaron with a fake grin lighting up your features. You see Sans' fingers twitch by his sides, almost as if he's aching to pull you back, but he balls his hands into fists as your bubbly voice is laid on thick,
"Your muscles are huge, Aaron! You must be pretty strong, huh?"
"You don't get a twelve-pack like this on anyone else. Here, doll. Check it out."
Aaron confidently poses until his muscles are practically bulging, and his sly grin widens all the more as your mouth drops open, dramatically gasping in fake awe. He takes this reaction well and puts on an encore. He poses again, and you clap in praise as you imitate the best and brightest laugh that you can. Your flirting is paying off as every new pose that he comes up with becomes an excuse to inch himself closer to you. You try your hardest to keep up your phony personality. It's difficult to do, and for a moment you wonder if Sans can see through you, but in the farthest reaches of your vision… you can see his hands are almost shaking.
He's fiercely pushing his fingers into his palms, and his knuckles prominently flare a searing milky white colour over them. He's trying not to let this bother him more than it really is. He's forcing himself back just so he doesn't give into the urge to pounce forward protectively. And by the way the darkening shadows cast over his eyes, you know now that he's on the very edge of doing just that.
"Actually, we should really get moving…" He says monotonously, then barely even regards Aaron as he turns his piercing gaze to you, and flashes a quickening spurt of blue flames from his left socket. He's more than bothered by this point. He's livid.
"Not so soon, please! I haven't even begun showing your gorgeous friend here the true extent of my muscles. There's so much I have to offer. We're gonna need more time to get acquainted… you get what I'm saying, Sans?"
He knows exactly what Aaron is saying. And Sans isn't pleased about it in the slightest.
Then, it's as if the next few moments are in slow motion. You're momentarily distracted by the entertaining sight of Sans' flaring cyan eye, displaying a fierce and frightening barrage of flames spurting in angry intervals from his enraged expression. You've never seen him so silent, so full of raw anger, that you can almost feel the electrifying heat radiating from his skeleton. And suddenly, in the corner of your vision, you notice Aaron's arm stretching out. You're instantly frozen as you recognise this move in a matter of seconds. It's exactly what Sans had tried to do earlier. You're as stiff as a board. He's putting his arm around me…
Before you even have any time to react, you quickly feel the firm grip of a bony hand suddenly snatch your wrist away from you. You shout in utter surprise as you're thrown forward, ripped completely away from Aaron's side before his muscular arm could claim your shoulders, and you stumble helplessly against Sans as he desperately pulls you to him. The strength in his grasp makes you gasp. And you fall against him in a bewildered state as you feel his protective arm hold you close at the waist.
Immediately, you feel your head burn up from the sudden contact. Although you wanted this to happen right from the start, and this is exactly how you expected him to react… you never expected him to act so… possessive. He holds on to you so desperately that you feel your heart beating fast at the back of your throat. You swallow it back down as you grip on to the back of his jacket, and you try your best to calm down your blush flourishing over your face. It's more difficult than ever before.
"Yeah… sorry, Aaron. We really gotta get goin'. My brother's waiting for us, y'see. Talk to you some other time, alright?" Sans hurriedly calls back to him over his shoulder, and withdraws a laugh as he catches the sight of Aaron's slack-jawed expression, frozen in mid-pose.
You turn over to wave at the poor monster left in the dust. Aaron watches after you as you both walk down the path of the waterfall. He's in a state of constant bewilderment as you wink in mock reply, and you draw closer to Sans. He avoids looking you straight in the eyes as the burning blush broadens over his bones. You wonder if he's only just realised what he's done, but still he refuses to let you go. What's done is done, there's no denying the inescapable truth. He's revealed how much that stunt of yours truly bothered him. He's shown in the way he clasps his arm around you that he wants you near him… and no one else.
He's jealous. He doesn't want anyone else make a move on me, except him.
The fact makes you smile. And suddenly, you swivel in his grasp as you capture his skull beneath your palms, forcing him to finally look at you. You search curiously in his sockets, staring intensely at his shimmering white pinpricks as he arches an eyebrow to you in reply.
"What are you doing?"
"Just checking your eye colour." You say as you lean forward, your thumbs slowly caressing his warm cheekbones, and you sigh in mock exasperation, "Hm, and all this time I thought your eye was blue. I guess not."
"But they are…"
"Don't lie, Sans." A large smile breaks out over your face, and you bare your teeth into a mischievous grin as you take hold of his shoulders, "Be honest with me now. You're really a green-eyed monster, aren't you?"
Sans finally catches on. His hand falls loosely around your waist as a slight annoyed smile strains on his mouth. And he lethargically wipes away small beads of sweat from his temples as he shakes his head at you.
"Heh. If that's your idea of a joke, then I'd say leave the funny business to me from now on." He holds you beneath his hardened stare as he heavily sighs, "You got a real sick sense of humour, y'know that?"
"Aw, but look at your face! You're such a sourpuss. Although I have to admit, you look so cute when you pout like that." You tease him more and more as he purses his mouth to the side, and you can see that he's trying his best not to give in to the urge to laugh. He doesn't know whether to take it as an insult or a compliment, and the fact that you leave him guessing is driving him crazy. But he digs his fingers back over your waist as he's enjoying the way you make him feel. He's almost at the point of total insanity around you, and yet he's absurdly happy all the same. And he realises this even further as you lovingly trace the curve of his jawbone with the tip of your wandering fingers, and you tell him honestly, "Anyway, there really isn't any need for you to be jealous. I have my hands full with you. Just you. No one else."
The sincerity of your voice isn't lost on him. Sans is almost stricken into silence for a moment. And as a searing cyan flush sweeps over his burning face once more, he grins again as he replies just as honestly,
"I hope it stays that way."
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It isn't until the entrance of Snowdin town that you finally break apart from Sans' side. His arm quickly falls away and buries his hand deep within his pocket as he notices a familiar skeleton running around the outside of the shed you were once locked up in. It doesn't take long until Papyrus catches you approaching from the distance, and your heart flips when you see his face immediately light up the moment he sees you. He's like a puppy dog, greeting his master after a long time apart.
Papyrus quickly bounds over, rummaging through the thick snow beneath his feet as his arms spread wide open. And before you know it, you're suddenly encased in his tight embrace and picked up from the ground. You had no idea that he's just about as strong as his brother, and you feel your ribs crushing beneath his incredibly welcoming bear hug. It's sweet and painful all at the same time.
"Human, I've been looking everywhere for you! Undyne left for her Royal Guard duties, but she told me she'd be on the lookout for you! But I never would have expected my brother out of all people to have found you quite as quickly. Sans, this is truly a miracle!"
"Your human-hunting techniques must be rubbing off on me, Paps." Sans tells him with a casual smile and a shrug.
Then, as he finally releases you and plants you back to the ground, and as you feel the air return to your lungs at last, Papyrus keeps his steady gloved hands over your shoulders as he looks to you with all the worry in the world in his eyes.
"Are you alright now, human? You left in such a hurry, I was afraid that I may have said something that might have upset you…"
"No, Papyrus! Of course not, sweetie. It had nothing to do with you. It was all me. I had… some things I had to deal with by myself for a little while. But trust me, I'm fine. Thank you for worrying about me though, that was… really sweet of you." You tell him honestly as you lightly touch your fingers over his glove, pressing gently through the material to find his hand underneath. He breathes out in relief, happy to know that you're safe, and his spirits are immediately lifted in no time at all.
"I do my best to be the greatest friend a person can have! And to prove this, I have already provided music and refreshments in celebration of your safe return home! Come on human, let's leave our troubles behind us with a delicious serving of my famous spaghetti, nyeh heh!"
"That sounds divine, Papyrus." You say, completely enchanted by his overwhelming cheerfulness, drowning out San's voice as he lingers behind.
"Hey, uh… I know you like Papyrus' cooking, and it's really great that you do, but I was… kinda hoping you'd wanna grab a hotdog from Grillby's instead?" He shrugs his shoulders as he tries not to seem too bothered either way. "You remember when I told you this morning about trying it out? Thought it'd be fun to know what you thought of them, that's all."
You slap your hand to your forehead as the memory suddenly comes flooding back to you.
"Oh, that's right! You mentioned something about trying Grillby's cooking! But… can we save it for another time, please? I really feel that I need to make it up to Papyrus for making him worry earlier."
"No, uh, that's cool. I understand." He plays it off as if he's not all that disappointed, but you're not convinced at all. He suddenly shrinks into his jacket as he pulls the hood further up his skull, hiding his expression away from you. But you can see it. And it makes you cautious.
As a matter of fact, you notice that he hasn't been entirely himself on the way back from the waterfall. He's bounced from being entirely too talkative to suddenly silent, shutting himself away and becoming isolated into his own thoughts. He's been as flirty as ever before, and then without warning, the next minute he'd be too flustered to even look your way. It's as if he's battling with himself, and he's constantly torn between wanting to know you less and wanting to know you more. But he's so closely tempted to giving into the latter. He's hanging by a thin thread now. And as he draws you closer, he becomes all the more distant. And it's becoming harder and harder for you to read him.
What's bothering you, Sans? What's really stopping you from opening up to me?
He follows you inside his home as Papyrus bounds towards the record player. He struggles with handling the vinyls, and he tries his best not to let them slip between his gloved hands. As you see him desperately juggling through a few, you quickly come to his side and catch a vinyl before it crashes to the ground. Papyrus passes you a grateful smile, and you grin just as widely in return. He watches you intently as you personally show him how to carefully place a vinyl on the needle of the record player, and you laugh because of the sparkle in his childlike eyes coming to life.
"It's sweet…"
"What was that, human?" Papyrus questions you as you quickly realise you spoke aloud.
"Sorry, I was just thinking… you're a very sweet person, Papyrus." You tell him truthfully as you decide to be honest, "You worry about me, you've taken me in… I've never really known what it's like to be cared for like this. It's… actually a really nice feeling. That's why I think you're an incredibly sweet person."
"Human, if you keep this up, you're going to make me catch tears in my eyes!" He laughs with a small wobble in his voice, and you soon realise that he's only half-serious. He pats your back, lingering his gloved hand over your shoulders as he resists the urge to hug you all over again, but you lean forward all of a sudden to embrace him first. He's immediately caught off-guard as you're suddenly the first one to initiate it, but he continues to pat your back anyway with a large happy smile.
And on the border of your vision, your eyes widen at the sight of Sans leaning against the entrance of the home, his expression completely hidden in the shadows, and his fingers digging ferociously into the doorframe.
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A fun tune plays from the record player. Katrina and The Waves. It's a bouncy tune that you can't help but dance along to. Whilst Papyrus busies himself with the cooking spaghetti over the stove, you move from in between the kitchen and the lounge as you let the rhythm of the song guide your feet. Once again, you're lost in your own world of music.
Meanwhile, Sans plants himself to the sofa, all whilst his eyes are glued on you. He's watching you like a hawk, never once looking away from you. At first, you wonder if this is purely because of the fact that he likes to watch you dance. This is strangely reminiscent to the time you practically gave him a lap dance right where he's sitting, and you wonder if that's what he's thinking about that right now. Admittedly, you find yourself thinking about it more and more as you dance. The memory of the way he makes you feel when he watches you this intensely is branded in your mind. It makes your heart pump harder. Your voyeuristic personality is aching to be released. But you resist the temptation as you peer across the kitchen towards Papyrus, cooking up a storm.
However, as time goes on, you notice something is off. Sans keeps you in his sights, and you can definitely recognise the small beads of perspiration glistening over his skull, but there's something different about the way he watches you. It's not like before. It's like he's studying the way you move, and every now and again he'd wince his sockets as he tries to observe you closely. It's almost as if he's keeping you under severe surveillance. And you swallow hard.
This is a little alarming.
Suddenly, you're thrown out of your deep thoughts as Papyrus bursts into the lounge with his apron coating over his armour, and a spatula in his hands as he uses it as a microphone. He blasts a tune alongside the music, and you hold desperately on to the table to keep yourself from falling over in laughter. Papyrus warbles an incoherent tune whilst you struggle back to your feet, stifling bubbles of laughing fits as you do, and quickly continue to dance along to his back-up singing. You're having a great time with him, and your mouth almost aches from the strain of smiling so much, despite the apparent gloomy cloud hanging over Sans and his vigilant gaze. Even so, you flick your eyes to him every now and again as you dance beside Papyrus, cautious of his mood swings, but also getting swept along more and more to Papyrus' song.
However, you don't realise that this is exactly what is aggravating him.
As you let loose to the music as you usually do, you don't realise exactly how you dance when you're in a world of your own. When you dance, you're confident in your body and in the way you move. Your hands go wild, exploring every contour of your figure and shaking every curve of your body in perfect rhythm. Whilst Papyrus stamps around as if he has two left feet, you subconsciously inch yourself by him, directing his hands as you teach him how to move along to the music. You take his gloved hands and hold them to the air, then you twirl beneath them before you take steps into his arms, bumping your shoulder to his chest as his hands remain clutched over yours. And although you're both laughing like two goofy kids, Sans is far from finding this funny.
His mind is running rampant. He knows what your dancing does to him, and the lap dance you did for him is still very clear in his mind, so that alone is putting a strain on his urges. You might as well be dancing just as seductively right in his face. But it's made all the more worse knowing that you're dancing so provocatively with someone else. He buries his head in his hands for a moment as he attempts to mentally calm himself down. When did I get so immature? This is ridiculous. I don't have any claim on her like that…
Although you regard Papyrus more as a kid brother than anything else, and the way you're both dancing together is completely innocent in your eyes, it's entirely different in Sans' perspective. That's why he keeps you so watchful of your movements. That's why he's studying you so intensely. He wants to know if you're dancing like this with Papyrus on purpose. He wants to know if all that you've done with Sans so far has meant nothing to you. All the playful flirting, the teases and the actions… were they all just part of your game? He's blinded by envy as he wants to know it all. He can't fully understand why he wants to know so much, but every part of him desperately wants to know if you've become bored of him, and now you're looking for someone else to play your game with.
The thought grows like a virus. Then, his paranoia seems to slow down time. Suddenly, your movements are gradually slow and sensual in his eyes, and you're teasing your body to Papyrus just as you had done with Sans. You're swinging your hips on purpose, showing off your curvaceous body, and passing him knowing looks through your heavy-lidded eyes that practically scream 'fuck me'. Your laughter sounds distorted in his ears, making him believe that you're mocking him.
You are, aren't you? You're messing me around… you think I'm expendable, right? You're just like the human before you… you're all the same… you're just using me for your own sick kicks, I'm nothing more than a pawn in your games…
…only this time… this hurts so much more.
You stumble around loosely in Papyrus' arms as he laughs at the awkward dance moves you show him. And as he's taken your attention away from Sans, you feel a sudden presence appear and loom right behind you. For a second, you feel your heart spike up your throat in fright, before you quickly feel a familiar firm grip take a strong hold of your wrist. And before you can shout in protest, Sans suddenly pulls you towards him as you're left helplessly stumbling against him, and you find yourself falling over his torso with your arm fallen limp in his grasp.
"Excuse us for a minute, Paps. I gotta talk to the human real quick." Sans tells him with a cheerful smile, but you both clearly see through it. His grin is barely visible, and he's too crazed with jealousy to put up a front. And before you know it, he's forcefully leading you towards the staircase and up to the balcony.
"Wait, brother! What do you mean? What's going on?" Papyrus lingers behind you both as you're too dumbstruck for words. But you're also too curious to stop this. You let Sans take you along the balcony, silently watching his blank expression from the side as you pass the bathroom, stride past his bedroom, and head straight towards your room without any explanation. His movements are swift as he almost throws you inside, and clicks the door shut as he steps inside, locking Papyrus out on the balcony. You finally attempt the speak up,
"Sans, wh-"
He slams his hand past your head, his palm crashing against the door.
"You really have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?"
You're stricken into silence. You lean back against the door as he leans his arm close to your hair, and his face is shrouded in darkness. You can't read him at all. And you struggle to find your voice again as your wide eyes search for any signs of life in his.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sans…"
He falls silent for a moment, until the only sounds come from Papyrus pacing around worriedly behind the door. Sans is unnaturally still as his empty sockets hold you in place, and you feel a cold bead of sweat crawling down the small of your back. Then, his voice is low and gruff, as if it's been shredded through his throat,
"Dammit… I don't understand why I'm acting like this. I'm glad that you and Papyrus are getting along so well, I truly am… it's just that… I… I need some assurance." His arm bends, slowly closing the gap between your lips from his, until his mouth is barely a hair's breadth away from yours. And you feel your skin immediately heat up like a furnace as his breath grazes against it, "I just… I need some assurance that you won't do all the things you do with me… with anyone else. Please."
You're stiff. You see exactly how much he needs to hear this in his eyes now. The white pinpricks in his sockets finally appear once again, and they strain to hold you steady in his desperate gaze. He really wants to hear this. It's almost as if all the air in your lungs has left you completely then. You don't even have enough air to gasp. And as you ignore the fast pace of your heartbeat, you bring your careful hands to cradle his skull in your palms as you tell him, sincerely,
"I told you. I won't do this with anyone else. Ever. I don't see myself doing this with anyone else… other than you."
He clenches his teeth, relief flashing in his eyes, before he suddenly collapses and falls forward, his cheekbone lightly grazes against yours as he buries his face in your hair. He leans his hands against the door on each side of you, barely holding himself back to keep a distance from you as his fingers tremble against the wooden frames. He's really struggling to hold himself back any longer. He's hopelessly latching on to the last thread of sanity he has as he pleads in your ear,
"Hey… be mine tonight, okay?"
You take a sharp intake of breath as his fingers move to your waist, lightly moving over your skin as he slips his hand beneath your dress, and his fingertips feel like searing hot pokers as he edges towards the hem of your panties. Hooking his fingers over the material, and grasping a hold of your shoulder with his other hand, you feel a slither of his tongue against the base of your ear as he whispers, "I want you, kid. You got no idea how badly I want you. Be mine tonight. Please…"
Before you can even think of protesting, you suddenly feel two fingers pushing aside the material of your panties, and stroke over the folds of your sex. You silently gasp, your eyes lowering as your mouth hangs open, submitting to the way his electric fingers feel on you. The moment he touches you, your mind completely clouds over. He switches you on so easily, it's as if he knows exactly how to please you with every touch he makes. Then, as you catch his shoulders for support in your claw-like hands, a single spurt of bright blue flames erupts from his socket as he slips a finger inside you. Immediately, your eyes fly open as you're about to shout in surprise…
…but you quickly stifle it as you suddenly hear a knock on the door.
"Brother! Human! Are you two alright in there? You're both acting very strange tonight. Is there something I should be aware of?"
As Sans moves his hand from your shoulder to your mouth, he silences you as he brings his face right up to yours, displaying a wicked grin as he whispers,
"Go on. Tell him we're just talking."
You furrow your eyebrows, silently scrutinising him as you bury your hands deep into his shoulders.
Are you insane? How can I possibly talk to him when you're practically finger-fucking me?
A powerful curl erupts from your abdomen then. You bite down on the base of his bony thumb as you suppress a moan bubbling in your throat. And you realise that voyeuristic side of you is breaking free. It's absolutely crazy, dangerous and absurd to let this go on any further… but you had no idea that being literally inches away from being caught is such a massive turn on. You feel wet between your legs, liquid warmth running over his hands and slowly melting paths down your thighs. Your head is spinning, completely overcome with the feel of him. You can barely form a coherent thought, but as Sans removes his hand away from your lips, you keep your eyes locked on San. It's always as if you're caught in a trance as you call out,
"It's… it's a-alright, Papyrus… ahhhn…"
"Are you sure? You sound unwell, human."
You're about to reply, but you're quickly interrupted by another finger slipping in to you, pushing fast and deep between the lips of your sex until you're completely consumed by him.
You dive forward, burying your face into Sans' shoulder as you desperately muffle your moans into him. You know Papyrus must be merely inches away from the door, and if it isn't for the fact that you're basically leaning against it, Papyrus could open the door at any point. This makes his persistent strokes into your sex all the more powerful until you can barely take it any longer. It's becoming more and more difficult to even stand on two legs, and you're hopelessly grasping on to Sans' shoulders entirely for support. There's a strong build-up within the depths of your core as his fingers makes you convulse in pleasure, and his thumb stretches out to stroke over to the hood of your clit, and searches for the sensitive nub aching to be touched. Immediately, he finds it, sending harsher shuddering spasms over every inch of your form.
And through each shudder, you try once more to call out to him.
"N-No, really, I'm f-feeling fine! Sans and I n-need some t-time to talk… th-that's a… ahhh… ah-ahhh…"
It's no use. Sans twists his fingers inside you, and immediately a powerful bout of pure euphoria claims you. Sans watches you with a wicked grin, the curl of his smile growing wider every time the muscles of your sex tighten around him. With his free hand, he laces his fingers through the threads of your hair and wraps the strands around his digits, then pulls your head back to expose your neck to his mouth. His tongue makes its debut, and welcomes the feel of your skin as he licks the length of your neck from your collarbone to your jawline. You try to catch your breath, but you're too overcome with pleasure to think straight. His saliva crawls from the tip of his tongue and melts a delicious path down your hot skin towards your breasts, rising and falling with heavy breaths. And he bites down at the most sensitive part of your neck as he plunges his fingers deeper and deeper into your sex, thrusting harder and faster until your legs are shaking. You plead to him under your breath.
"Sa… Sans, I can't… I can't take this… I have to… to…"
"You want me? No one else?" He asks you, and you're too dizzy with desire to think of anything else. You want him more than you've ever wanted him before, and you're practically bucking your hips over his hand to urge him deeper within you. You lock eyes with him, your heavy-lidded eyes filled with lust, mixed with ferocious anger as he stares back with a devilish look expressing his extreme pleasure in tormenting you like this. And despite this, you reluctantly beg for more,
"Yes… I want you… please…"
You hear Papyrus pacing some more from right behind the door, and you're clenching your teeth as much as you can as the drive to suppress your moans is wearing incredibly thin. He can see your tortured look, succumbing to the heat flaring deep in the centre of you, and it's pulsating, edging higher and higher towards euphoria. And you release a series of garbled words as he presses his thumb over a bundle of nerves on your clit.
"Let go, kid. C'mon. I want you to finish over my fingers with my name on your breath. I wanna hear you say my name…"
"Sans…" The first wave of ecstasy licks at your sex.
"Say it again."
"Sa… ah… Sans…" Two waves of ecstasy pulsate deep within your core as his fingers touch upon more nerves, sending your heart racing to speeds you never experienced before.
"I trust that you're treating the human well in there, Sans. So I will leave you both to go at it." Papyrus calls to you from the distance, but his voice sounds muffled. You're too busy concentrating on Sans' magic fingers to pay attention.
And he squares his hardened eyes to you, eruptions of blue flames spurting from his eye socket, and digs his fingers deeper and harder into your flesh as he whispers through his gritted teeth,
"Say it. One. More. Time."
"Sa… ahhhhnnnn~!"
Finally, you burst.
An explosion of Heaven seizes your body, and your muscles tighten and convulse over his hands as you're careening into euphoric heights of pure ecstasy. Your mouth hangs open into an oval, your heavy-lidded eyes blurring from the sheer strength of this climax. You feel warm liquid running down your legs, sizzling over your warm skin as every inch of you feels as if it's shattered to millions of tiny atoms. You're in a consistent state of bliss, with Sans drooling at the sight of the face you make as you cum. He looks forward to it every time. And you can tell, as the edge of his erection strains against his shorts and buries into your side.
But you have no interest in returning the favour.
As you slowly come down from your ethereal high, and as the energy finally returns to your legs, you shake away the last remnants of your orgasm as you wobble and fall backwards against the door. Sans pulls his hand out of you, grinning ear to ear with equal satisfaction as he idly licks at the liquid covering his fingertips. And he laughs cheerfully as he notices the pissed off look in your eyes.
"Heh. Sorry about that. I guess I kinda got carried away, huh?"
"Kind of?" You stare at him incredulously, and wipe the perspiration from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Sans, you dragged me away from Papyrus because you got jealous of me dancing with him! And you made me cum when I was literally inches away from him!"
"I know. Got you really turned on, didn't it?" You're stricken into silence, unable to find the right words to counter him. As much as you want to disagree… you know that you'd only be lying to yourself. And his mischievous smile grows larger as he notices. "Deny it all you want, bud, but you looked really damn eager to let me finish you off. Gotta hand it to you, you're a lot bolder than you look. You got me hard just to see you cum."
A wild blush flourishes over your face. And in a sudden burst of frustration, you quickly throw his arms away from you and push him aside. His strength makes him feel like a brick wall, and you only manage to bump past him by your shoulder as you push away from the door towards the full length window. You lean against the frame of the window as your gaze grows distant towards the horizon outside, staring ahead at the fading light in the sky as the evening looms overhead.
That's when Sans hesitates. He realises that he may have overreacted just now, and as hot as this was, he knows it was unprovoked and selfish of him. His eyes glaze, feeling regretful over what he'd done, and cautiously approaches you without a word. You feel him lingering there, but your gaze remains locked on the fading afternoon outside, and you lifelessly lean your hands over the window panes in silent melancholy.
Then, you feel his arms snaking over your waist. He's surprisingly warm, and the length of his arms fit perfectly around you. It makes your heart skip a beat. And as your hands fall away from the window panes, they rest lovingly over his, and you know you can't stay angry at him for too long. You're in too deep to hold any grudges. You're in too deep to see anything awful in his character. He's got you too in deep. And you sigh, submitting to the way you feel in his arms, giving in completely to the way he presses you close to him, coating his entire body over your back with his breath grazing over your ear. You hear him inhaling, and he catches the scent of your hair in loving appreciation of you. Again, you sigh, but happily this time. I'm so stupid to be so hopelessly in love with you, Sans.
"I'm sorry." He tells you, his voice softened and sincere, "I was out of line. I'll try to act less crazy around you from now on. But I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up. You're so intoxicating… it's maddening. I'm going crazy over you, I know I am."
"There's nothing wrong with being a little crazy... every now and again." You tell him gently, trailing your wandering hands over his arms as you pull him forward to hold you tighter. "If this is what it means to be crazy, I don't ever want to be sane."
He laughs, then lazily leans his head over your shoulder, and playfully comments,
"Wow. That was kinda corny."
"Then why are you smiling?"
"What? Does my smile denture ego?"
You snort. And suddenly, you burst into a loud fit of laughter as you lean back against him. He laughs along with you, keeping his hands loosely wrapped around your waist as he buries his face against the back of your shoulder. Then, when your laughter calms down, and as a comfortable silence lays a heavy atmosphere over the both of you, suddenly you almost jump out of your skin as you feel Sans' mouth press affectionately against the base of your ear. He kisses you so slow, it's agonising. It makes your heart crash against your chest, and your breathing hitch in your throat. And yet, it's strangely comforting all at the same time. You're in a peaceful state of mind, giving yourself completely to the man capturing you in his arms, by his words, by his skilful fingers… by everything he is.
Your eyes glaze over once more. Your mind wanders, and the burning question on the tip of your tongue threatens to be said…
…Sans, what are we? What can we be? Is there any chance of us?
But you're terrified of the answer. You don't dare to ask, so you convince yourself that this alone is enough for you. Whatever it is we're doing now… this is fine. So instead, you sigh hopelessly as you turn over your shoulder to tease him further,
"So, are you satisfied now? Can I go dance without being thrown into a room at the mercy of your libido?"
Sans glances aside for a moment, as if he's seriously considering this, before he lets you go with his usual carefree smile and shrug.
"Sure. And I think with the way I acted, I feel like I need to make up to Papyrus now. I'd better prepare myself for a hefty serving of cold spaghetti."
You tilt your head in confusion, and cross your arms with a quizzical look on your face.
"What are you talking about? Papyrus never serves his food cold."
Then, Sans stops. At first, he thinks you're still joking, but the way you look has no trace of humour in it. You're serious. And Sans squares his eyes at you, his voice barely holding back his suspicion,
"He always serves his spaghetti cold. Are you telling me you've never noticed?"
"I… don't really notice when anything is cold. I can't feel the temperature of the snow or Papyrus' food. It's always kind of mild to me." The tone of his voice throws you off guard, and suddenly you feel frightened of yourself. You dare to ask, "Isn't this normal?"
Not for a human, no.
On instinct, your hand wanders to the black jewellery wrapped around your arm. Your fingers idly trace the pattern, swirling elegantly over your porcelain skin. You've never once taken it off the entire time you've been underground. You've never once questioned what it is or why it's there. And you stare back at Sans for any kind of answers, but he only looks back at you with the exact same confusion stricken over his face. Your heart plunges to your stomach. What kind of human am I?
You desperately try to shake away the nerves as you brush past him, commenting quickly that they'd best return to Papyrus before he begins to worry all the more, but Sans remains frozen. You linger in the bedroom doorframe, waiting for some kind of response from him, but he's too wracked in deep thought to reply. Slowly, you swallow hard as you wonder what this could mean.
Because for the first time, you wonder… if you're even human at all…
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Chapter Ten End. Chapter Eleven coming soon…
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