NO EXPLICIT SMUT FOR ONCE! BUT THERE IS OF COURSE ALMOST SMUT.
Groaning Flug hid his face in Sans's shoulder mumbling "I told you to warn me."
"Shit, sorry. Do you wanna go back for your bag? I completely forgot. My bad." Sans murmured into Flug's ear. He was glad he had put them in a dark corner that Grillby kept empty specifically for him.
Shaking his head he slowly sat down in a booth "No, just a bit dizzy. Where are we?"
"Welcome to Grilled Bees." Sans chuckled and rubbed a hand over Flug's back soothingly. He didn't need to hold on if they were sitting.
Groaning Flug pinched Sans's tailbone "Hush you turd… You going to go order for us? Introduce me to this Grillby?"
Jumping and muffling a yelp followed by a groan Sans nodded and replied "Sure. You up for going to the bar or want me to wave him down?" still rubbing Flug's back.
"No bar please. Um maybe some other time?" Flug offered a weak smile feeling like a disappointment.
Sans shook his head. "No problem babe. I did drag you here without your bag. It's my fault entirely. I'll wave the guy down." Pushing himself up on his knees so he could look over Flug's head at the bar just behind them, Sans stuck two phalanges in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. "Yo Grillbs! Table of two ta go when you gotta min." He waved a few times before plopping back down, still straddling Flug's lap and kissed him soundly.
Flug had flinched ducking down at the sharp whistle and call. He felt like all eyes were on him even though none were. Flug was close to starting to hyperventilate before Sans was kissing him. Humming softly Flug pressed forward into the kiss his eyelids flutter closed. Thank you, love.
Licking Flug's lips to gain entrance, Sans nibbled on Flug's bottom lip, smiling. Anytime, literally.
Groaning softly at the gentle bites before eagerly parted his lips to poke his own tongue at Sans's teeth.
The second Flug's lips parted, Sans slipped between them, mapping Flug's mouth and wrapping around Flug's tongue with his own flexible one. The hand closest to the wall slipped unnoticed up under Flug's shirt to pinch at his nipple.
Moaning into Sans's mouth Flug arched into Sans. Fuck, Sans you are getting me hard.
Then I'm doing good. You wanted a burger right? Pinching and twisting a nipple, Sans bit on their intertwined tongues and resisted the urge to rock forward.
Moaning and bucking up Flug whined mentally. Sans! Anyone could see us!
Chuckling, Sans used his free hand to pin Flug's hips to the seat. Then be quiet. He dove back for a deep kiss and dragged his claws gently down Flug's chest and stomach.
Gasping into the kiss Flug fought Sans's hand in his stuttered thrust up. Flug kept quiet with his moans swallowing them before he could make a sound. While he was loving the pleasure the sounds of everyone in the restaurant started to leak past their panting breathing and sounds of kissing. Fuck he wanted to say red and leave already, but Sans was enjoying it and he would be too if the growing need for his bag wasn't there.
A knocking on the table broke their kissing and Sans growled low but pulled away, turning just right so that Flug's face would be hidden from the one interrupting them. "Hey Grillbs." He lightened up considerably when he realized it was the elemental.
Hearing the knock and Sans's greeting Flug quickly scrambled out from under Sans tucking himself further into the booth and shyly covering his face. Oh dear! Sans I can't believe we just-Fuck! I'll never be able to come here again.
Grillby chuckled, a sound like a campfire crackling. The flickering light over their booth dimmed until the corners were almost completely obscured. "No need to fear child. Sans has done much worse in his time. That he chooses to do such as this though, would you like me to remove him? It is not right to have such attentions at your young age." Grillby's voice rose and fell unevenly making it hard to follow. He also avoided looking directly into the corner where Flug was obviously trying to hide.
"He ain't as much a child as you think Grillby." Sans hissed, glancing across the bar where the doggi guard now watched with uneasy eyes. "He used to be human. Still is...mostly."
Grillby flickered and looked down at Sans with interest. "You of all monsters chose a human? Very well. What can I get you? And you said to go, correct?"
Flug smacked Sans lightly his blush still glowing on his cheeks. "I should ask him to take you away you rotten skeleton." Huffing Flug took Sans's hand in a form of comfort and so Sans knew he was joking. "Um, yeah a burger to go. I'm not a kid either I'm old enough to drink I'll have you know. And uh my name's Flug."
Chucking again, Grillby nodded. "I'm aware of human aging. I lived among them long enough before the war broke out. Your magic signature is just more monster than human. I mistook you for one of us. You have my apologies. We hold children very sacred." He gave a half bow to Flug and turned to Sans. "The usual?"
"You got it bud, and load 'er down." Sans shot him with finger guns and a huge grin. "And thanks for understanding." He added quieter.
Flug gave a small groan laying his head against the table. "Is everyone going to think I'm a kid and you're cradle robbing now?"
Having done his research on such terms and slang, Sans grumbled as well. "Worse than a cradle robber. I'll be labeled a pedophile for the next century at least."
Huffing Flug whined "I'm not sacred and I'm no child. I just don't understand this! It's stupid."
"Depending on how much you transition, you will be mistaken pretty often. Monsters have the ability to see Souls. I've told you that, right?" Sans started to explain while they waited for their food.
"Yeah, but how does that make me look like a child?"
"Did Papyrus or Razzy look like children to you? Razzy is only just old enough to drink and work in his trade, remember. Among monsters, your body will mature to the point it will stay at in about twenty or so years. It takes approximately another forty for the magic to properly develop. That is when we consider someone an adult. Still young mind you, but an adult no less than any other. You began as a human, but if you become a monster entirely, you may go through more physical changes. Due to that, you will not be considered whole or an adult by most until you hit eighty at least. Perhaps older because you didn't start out as one of us. As it is, a human becoming a monster is completely unheard of, so nobody is really sure where you fall on the age scale. Since monsters can read Souls though, and most around here only know monster aging, they will age you according to our system, not yours. Give it a few years and things may get straightened out. Until then, I guess we just bear with it?" Sans shrugged.
Whining Flug nuzzled Sans at the new information before chuckling and asking "So… Are you my Bonedaddy now?"
One of the dogs at the doggi table on the other side of the bar suddenly yelped, choking until they sneezed and looked directly at Sans before getting up.
"Uh. sure, but let's save that for the bedroom or our minds love?" Sans looked strained as blue magic beaded on his skull.
Chuckling Flug giggled "Sorry, sorry I thought it would be funny. I won't call you that if you don't like it. Promise, love. So, um. Hot bartender is-"
Two white paws slammed down on the table in the middle of Flug speaking. "Have a little courtesy." The large dog snapped at Flug and then turning on Sans, "You say he ain't no pup, but he sure acts like and we can hear you explaining basic things. How do you expect anybody to believe you. You used to be someone respectable Sans. How far you've fallen."
"Dogamy, I swear I'm telling the truth. He was born human and like most humans, he doesn't know anything about monster culture. Please, give me some credit." Sans held an arm across Flug's chest as if that would keep the giant bi-pedal dog from getting to Flug in the corner.
Flug whimpered hunkering down further into the corner and clinging to Sans's side. "I-I want to leave." Please, Sans. Flug mentally begged fear coursing through their bond.
Dogamy's eyes went wide seconds before he yelped and seemed to fall back. The reason soon became clear as two pomeranians in bulky armor dragged him back to his table. Another dog who looked similar stepped up to the table. "Sorry about that Sans." She had a light voice that yipped every few syllables. "Is he really not a pup, your mate? He's certainly strong and still developing. My mate is so very protective since we just had our pups last month."
"Oh! Congratulations Dogaressa. How many? And yes, he was fully developed when we mated even if he is starting new development now." Sans smiled genuinely at the gentle dog at their table now. Give them a bit more time? Once we have our food we will be gone. I promise. I'm sorry about Dogamy.
Flug fidgeted, but there wasn't much he could do if Sans wished to stay. He didn't come out of his corner where he was still slightly curled up. He however, didn't argue with Sans either instead listening to him and the large dog talk.
"We only had two survive this litter." She informed Sans sadly, great tears welling in her eyes and staining her fur.
"I'm so sorry 'Ressa." Both Sans and Dogaressa were silent for several moments. Then Sans spoke up again. "How is the rest of the pack doing? Sorry I haven't kept in touch since breaking the barrier. Everybody moved to the surface and I was taking care of Paps. Had to get a job and all and it's kept me pretty busy." He rambled, easily keeping her attention while grasping one of Flug's hands under the table and running his thumb over Flug's knuckles.
Tucking his knees to his chest Flug laid his head on his knees watching them talk. Flug jolted slightly at Sans's touch but held the hand gratefully.
When Flug jolted, Dogaressa's eyes flicked to Flug for several moments before Sans tapped the table and cleared his voice. "Dogaressa, please. I'd be happy to introduce you to him another time, but right now he is a bit uncomfortable. Save your investigation for another time?"
Looking back at Sans with raised brows she stared at him for several long moments before nodding. "I expect you to properly introduce him to the pack soon Commander. I'll leave you be for the rest of the evening." Her soft and lively voice had gone cold and hard with an air of authority. She turned and returned to her pack across the bar, clouting her mate as she sat down and all the dogs picked up hands of cards they had laid down when the whole tussle started.
Not long after Grillby came by and set a large paper bag with their food on the table. "On your tab I assume Sans?" Grillby sighed. He knew he was never getting paid, but for this skeleton, he didn't mind.
Flug looked up to Grillby shyly passing him a fifty. "Um here. Keep the change. Sorry for causing trouble… Sans can we please go now?"
Getting an idea, Sans sat up. "One sec Flug. Hey Grillby, any chance we can get another fresh bag?"
Confused and surprised, Grillby nodded and stepped back to the bar and grabbed a bag from under the counter and laid it beside their current one. "Will that be all tonight?" He asked, careful to not illuminate the corner where Flug sat with his natural light.
Flug gratefully snatched the bag poking two eye holes and shoving it over his head. Instantly Flug's shoulders slumped with a sigh. "Thank you so much Grillby." Though Flug didn't want to be near the big dog again the anxiety of all the people quickly faded.
The moment Flug put the bag on his head, the entire bar went silent and Grillby's eyes widened. Everybody remembered the strange man with the bag on his head from just over a month ago. He had been the first human to set foot in the establishment and monsters had been pretty excited about the idea. That this was the same person with such a different Soul and magic level floored them. Sans hadn't been lying when he said the kid used to be human. First one, then another, and soon the entire bar was clapping and several monsters started trying to buy shots for the couple, which Sans quickly turned down saying that they weren't staying while laughing.
Whispering Flug asked Sans confused "What's going on?"
Almost seven hundred and I never took a mate. I'm the Commander of the Royal Guard and never had anybody. It is typical to celebrate a mating. They didn't believe me when I said this child monster with a strange Soul wasn't a child. They recognize you from when you first came here though and now know I wasn't lying when I said you were a human when I met you. They want to celebrate me finally getting a mate. It's a huge deal for us. Aloud Sans continued to turn down party offers and drinks, all while smiling brighter and larger than he had in a long while.
Blushing under his bag Flug grinned. Let's do it. I want to celebrate with you the way monsters do. Agree to their parties. Let's celebrate finally finding the one and mating.
I'll set one up, alright? If we accept their invitations, who knows who or what we may run into. We can accept a few shots, but then I'd like to let my close friends know. The ones I suggested we visit? They deserve first dibs on party invites anyway. Trust me. "Alright, mate says we are taking shots! Bring 'em! Who thinks they can beat me!" Sans laughed as he threw out his challenge and wrapped an arm around Flug's shoulders. Instantly almost thirty shots filled their table, some glowing, others smoking. Most were bright colors. A few had foam on top or looked like they were boiling or were on fire. "To never-ending life, love, and a bright future!" Sans yelled out before grabbing the first shot and shout was heard in the back. Careful, this stuff is a lot stronger than any human alcohol by a long shot love.
What won't kill me out of all of these? I want to at least try one. Flug looked at all the shots concerned.
Take your pick, one should be safe enough for you. I'm a heavyweight and the heaviest drinker in my sector of the Underground. In quick succession Sans downed several of the more dangerous looking shots. The stranger it looks, the stronger it is. Keep that in mind love. It hits you right in the magic.
Flug licked his lips deciding on a bright colored shot the same shade of Sans's magic. Lifting his bag he downed it.
The bar went nuts as Flug took his first hit and Sans flinched in sympathy. That one was particularly strong. Not to be outdone, he grabbed a lavender shot with a film of violet over the top and tipped it back. A pop was heard as his magic tried to compensate for the sudden flux from the shot.
Scrunching up his face as the alcohol burned his throat Flug gave a small cough before chuckling and snatching another. Careful love I can hear your magic.
Laughing Sans responded out loud. "I'm just getting started! Pops are nothing." And winked, his eyelight flashing it's normal blue, then yellow, then purple, then back to blue before he tipped back a boiling black shot.
Giggling Flug shook his head snatching a shot Sans reached for and tipping it back it was smoking, but Flug just gave a small hiccup of smoke after.
Sans laughed at the smoke that drained from Flug's ears and nose and reached for a peach colored shot while grabbing one of the shots that had little streaks of electricity cracking across and through it with his other hand. "You gonna try and match me love?" Sans taunted.
Flug almost said no. He couldn't and he knew so, but Sans looked so happy and he didn't feel like stopping the fun. "You bet your bony butt." Flug snatched up two shots and downed them instantly feeling the regret as he head swam for a minute.
Sans snorted and tottered. "No more for you! You are making me drunk!" Sans laughed and knocked back four more, two basic looking ones and two exotic ones.
Huffing Flug snatched one more shot and drank it. "No f-fair! You've had more than me and I'm already gettin' tipsy."
Sans had been standing on the seat and grabbed Flug's shoulder to keep his balance as Flug's magic flared from the most recent shot. "Seriously babe, you can't take anymore. Please, ya gonna put me under." Sans's grip was tight even as he grabbed three more shots for himself and tried to keep himself between Flug and the alcohol.
Swaying slightly Flug groaned pulling Sans into his lap so the skeleton would stop making him dizzy. How am my drinking affecting you when yours drinks aren't affecting me? Stupids shots don't works like that. Flug gave a small giggle nuzzling Sans.
Petting Flug's face with a hand, Sans smiled at his drunk boyfriend. "They are magic love. I'll explain more when you are sober. Just please stop hitting them for my sake, okay? I'll order you some human alcohol if you want to continue." He was quiet and gentle as he spoke, carefully tipping back another exotic shot to the approval of the crowd.
Nuzzling into the touch Flug hummed "No, I'm fine loves. Food? My fries…" Flug gave a small whine and grabby hands to the sack of food.
"Heh, sure." Sans grabbed the bag and pulled Flug's food out for him, careful not to tip his order and make a mess of the ketchup soaked food. Once he had Flug settled, he looked over the remaining shots. They were mostly the really strong ones. With Flug's magic spiking randomly, there was every chance they he really wouldn't be able to hold his alcohol tonight, but he was sure gonna try.
Humming happily Flug stuffed fries into his mouth. So good. I love you.
Love you too babe. Sans reached over and grabbed a few that he didn't recognize and after a careful sniff, tipped back each one to whoops of encouragement from the crowd.
Munching on his fries Flug curled around Sans rubbing fumbled circles into Sans's bones and nuzzling into Sans's neck his bag slipping off and falling to the floor. I is sleepy. Can I naps before we go?
Do whatever you are comfortable with. I'm sure not gonna stop you. Sans grinned as he grabbed another shot. Bringing it to his mouth, he almost dropped it when Flug's magic spiked again. The kid had literally no control. This was why young monsters weren't allowed to drink.
Humming Flug clung to Sans Nuzzling deeper into his neck his breaths coming slowly as he drifted off into a light nap. Maybe he would be more sober when Sans woke him up. I shouldn't have had that many shots.
With a chuckle Sans shook his head and downed another. No you shouldn't have. I warned you. Get some rest. He's gonna hate me when he wakes with the mother of all hangovers Sans mused.
Whining Flug licked Sans's neck in retaliation. You challengeded me.
"Din think you'd actually do it though~" Sans slurred slightly. There were a few laughs in the crowd that watched them. Very few had ever seen Sans sloshed as he usually held is liquor well. Normally these shots wouldn't bother him in the least.
Flug gave a loud laugh, laughing louder and longer than he would normally. "Loves you knows me! I do whatevers you ask loves."
For a short moment, Sans thought about asking Flug, in his drunken state, to forgive his brother, but then stopped. It wouldn't be real or fair. "Enjoy your food and we'll be off shortly, alright?" Sans reached behind him to ruffle Flug's hair before smiling at the crowd and downing the last few shots in quick succession and getting up to shake all manner or hands.
Smiling Flug leaned against the table closing his eyes and falling into a light sleep as Sans left him to do whatever he was doing. Flug's head was too fuzzy to care.
Half an hour later Sans finally came back to the table as the bar started to pick up with evening getting in full swing. Smiling down at Flug's resting face, Sans pulled out his phone and slipped on a glove to snap a picture before putting both away. Shaking a shoulder and calling his name, Sans started trying to rouse Flug so they could figure out where they were going next. He was already sober again, but Flug's spiking magic still kept him slightly off balance and let him know his mate certainly was not.
Groaning Flug sleepily blinked up to Sans. "Wah? We leaving now?"
"That's right babe. Think you'll be okay to teleport?" Sans helped Flug sit upright and smiled softly at him. Grillby had dimmed the corner again when he had noticed the human pass out.
Shrugging sleepily Flug clung to Sans closing his eyes "Bah bye Grill bees~"
Rubbing Flug's back, Sans teleported them back to their rooms and tucked Flug in before grabbing his food and heading to his room to let his mate rest and put some distance between them. With Flug's magic flaring and his own magic still recovering, it was playing hell on his mind, keeping him in a state of tipsiness. Sitting with his back to the bed, Sans began digging into his ketchup soaked fries. The great thing about monster food was that although it looked and tasted just like human food, it had special additives that amplified magic regeneration which was another reason he had wanted to go out tonight. Living here and with Black Hat's interest in his back, he was going to need to regenerate faster than ever.
An hour or two later Flug blinked his eyes open asking sleepily "Did we make it?"
Sans had just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his lower spine, covering his lower half. He stepped out into the room to check on Flug and smiled when he saw him moving. "Hey babe. Awake already?" He held onto the doorway as a small wave of magic rolled over him. At least the magic wasn't spiking like it had been before. It was slowly dying down to its normal parameters.
Smiling Flug rubbed at his eyes sitting up. "Hey… Crap did we visit your friends? I don't remember anything after leaving Grillby's."
Shaking his head, Sans walked over to the bed and crawled up next to his boyfriend, nearly sliding off and losing his towel a few times. "Naw. You were wasted and because of that I wasn't much better. If we would have gone to see them…" Sans shivered. "It certainly would not have ended well with you being seen as a young monster right now and not being sober. Undyne would have clobbered me."
Laughing Flug nodding "Yeah, that was probably a good choice. Um can you explain how my drinking messed you up?"
Sans nodded with a grin. "Certainly. Remember when I pulled your Soul out and it was really bright compared to mine and really big too?"
Nodding Flug looked to Sans curiously. "Yes, um but what does that mean with us? Would me being sick have an affect on you too?"
"I don't think so. That would only affect me mentally. When it comes to monster food, it provides sustenance to not only our bodies, but also our magic. With alcohol, there really is no sustenance to that, so it sucker-punches our magic. The less you drink, the less you are gonna be used to it and the more it will affect you. With our Souls linked as they are, anything that happens to your magic I can feel and vice versa eventually. I am very used to drinking so my magic doesn't flux that much and settles pretty fast. You though, you have absolutely no experience with this type of drink. When it hit your magic, you spike without control and that directly affects me as the easiest outlet to your excess magic. Essentially, you got your magic drunk and it overflowed and got mine drunk due to its potency. Does that make sense?" Sans tapped on his leg through the towel as he tried to figure out how to explain it simply. "That's part of the reason why we don't let kids drink. They have so little control or are just learning control of their magic to begin with."
Blushing Flug covered his face. "Sorry, I didn't realize. I'm normally decent in holding my alcohol. I just…" Flug frowned "Wanted to have a good time with you. Maybe I should stick to human alcohol."
Sans snorted, then broke down laughing. "But you were so damn cute! Maybe save the monster alcohol for at home until you get used to it. Granted, I would love to see how you fare against me when you are drinking your stuff." He flopped over, laying over Flug's legs.
Chuckling Flug nuzzled Sans "Probably not as well as you. Though I would be better than I was tonight."
"Damn straight." Sans chuckled as he started getting drunk from his proximity with Flug's turbulent magic. His eyelights flickered and popped, changing in size and color slightly and unevenly.
Looking down to Sans concerned. "You okay?"
It took a second for Sans to reply, but then he managed, "Wanna see whatcha doin'?" His grin was wide and lazy. "Itz so calm now."
Blinking Flug tilted his head "What? Sans am I making you drunk? I-I'm just a bit tipsy with a growing headache…."
Sans giggled and waved his hand in an approximation of a so-so hand gesture before summoning out his own Soul and lighting the room in pale blue. Little bubbles popped on its surface and sparks cracked around its edges. The purple outline undulated in waves, growing and shrinking like the tide. "Wan see yours?" His eyes drifted to Flug with a blush dusting over his entire skull.
Giggling Flug nodded watching surprised and in awe.
Not bothering to sit up, Sans placed an unsteady hand over Flug's chest and pulled until Flug's Soul popped out, flooding the room in violet light, completely washing out the blue light. At the moment, Flug's Soul didn't even resemble a heart, but rather a sphere that shot off mini geysers of purple Soul matter before returning. The entire surface shifted like rough water, crashing against itself. "Pure kinetic engy." Sans slurred, watching the ball of power that was him mate's essence through lidded sockets.
"Wow… It's no wonder you are slurring and being tipsy like." Flug closed his eyes trying to stop his flow of drunken magic from completely smashing Sans. His head pounded harshly as a hangover hit him hard. "Fuck Sans."
Sans sobered instantly, his magic quickly burning off the haze. "Woah, kiddo. I coulda taken it. You okay?" He sat up fast and wrapped an arm around Flug, worried and let their Souls return to their respective owners.
Giving a small nod Flug shushed him "Hangover. Need coffee."
"Won't do anything, but sure, I'll go get ya some. You stay here and rest." Sans spoke softly and pushed Flug back into bed before teleporting off to the kitchen to get Flug some coffee and rooted around the cupboards looking for the stuff to make a proper magic tonic. Of course there was nothing.
Groaning softly Flug nuzzled into the pillows grateful for such a caring boyfriend and mate.
Realizing he wasn't going to find what he wanted, Sans started the coffee maker and teleported out of the mansion and over to Grillby's. He knew the bartender kept his tonic due to how many times he had passed out here. "Hey Grillbs, can I get a bottle of that tonic shit? Flug is drunk as hell and not letting me leach the excess off him."
Coming out from the kitchen, Grillby pulled a bottle from under the counter, already wrapped in a paper bag and tied off.
"Thanks man. Just put it on my tab." Sans grabbed the bottle and teleported. He could feel the elemental getting ready to tell him off or to be careful. Arriving back in the kitchen, Sans quickly poured a glass of the sludge like tonic, gagging at the idea of taking it himself and teleported to his room to hide the bottle under his vanity. It was then that he realized he was still a towel. Oh well. Shrugging he teleported back to the kitchen and poured the now finished coffee and grabbed both cups. Dodging a hug from 5.0.5 before he got his drinks spilled, Sans popped back into Flug's room and set the drinks on his bedside table.
Humming as he peeked open his eyes at the smell of coffee. "Black? Give me." Snorting slightly seeing Sans was still in a towel. "Anyone see you running around in your boney glory?"
"Just the bartender." Sans shrugged and passed the tonic first. "Trust me, don't smell it and try not to taste it. If you take that, I'll give you your coffee."
Scrunching up his face Flug shook his head as Sans tried to pass the sludge. "No, nope. I'm not drinking that. What is that?"
"That's what's gonna clear up your hangover and stabilize your magic. You ain't me. It'll take you a week to burn that off. Trust me, otherwise no coffee. You can use the coffee to wash it down." Sans still offered the dark glass looking very disgusted with the sludge he was holding.
Whining Flug pouted before taking the glass with a gross look. Knocking it back he swallowed before gagging and reaching for the coffee. "Gah that is nasty!"
Laughing, Sans quickly passed the coffee and took the old cup. "I know right? But your headache's gone, right? Or damn close to it?" He snorted as he set it on the nightstand.
Flug gave a small nod downing his hot coffee not caring if it burned.
Sans hissed and tried to grab Flug's arm to stop him from chugging the hot liquid. "Dude. Take it easy. That fucking hurts and I don't even have those parts."
Whining Flug stopped scraping his tongue with his teeth. "Had to get the taste out."
"Jeez, lemme see." Sans's hands glowed blue and purple as a raised them to Flug's face and let the magic pulse, taking the burn out of Flug's tongue and throat. "What am I gonna do with you?" He sighed. Canceling his magic he let one hand lay on the side of Flug's face as he just stared at him, taking in every little detail.
Blushing shyly Flug smiled "Kiss me? Then show me off to your friends, cause I'm the light of your life?"
Laughing and leaning in quickly, Sans kissed Flug deeply. "That you are my love, that you are. I will introduce you to my friends eventually. I promise, now let's get some sleep. It's pushing midnight."
Flug nodded curling Sans into his arms. "Yeah, it is late… You still going out tomorrow with the boss?"
Sans nodded. "Yeah. I just hope the boss can keep his cool. I really don't want to go through another Karma attack for him and I can't afford to let him Dust Paps."
Humming Flug nuzzled Sans "He will. He keeps his word, love."
"And that's what worries me~ But sleep now. We will handle tomorrow when we wake. For now we both need our rest." Sans drew the covers farther over them and snuggled closer to Flug and let his socket drift shut.
Sighing Flug snuggled Sans drifting off contently. The long day easily catching up to him with the addition of Sans feeling better Flug slept soundly until morning.