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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS MOSTLY JUST SEX. I REGRET NOTHING.

So a huge huge huge thank you to those who have been commenting asking for more. I promise I'm not going to let this die. A lot has happened these last few months on a personal note but my mind is clear now. This will be done. In fact, chapter 17 is 90 percent written too! And chapter 17 is a big moment for Frisk and Sans... so stay tuned and on with the show!

Chapter 16: Hiding In Estregen

"Papyrus?" Mettaton asked again, suddenly feeling the urge to pull his robe tighter. He held it closed, gripping the fabric tightly. His hand shook slightly as nerves consumed his body.

"What are you doing?" he managed to ask, trying to project his voice calmly but it came out crackly and hoarse.

"Isn't it obvious silly? I won this time." Mettaton's eyes grew wider and he wheezed out, "This time? You've attempted this more than once?" He ran his free hand through his hair and began pacing back and forth in front of the door. "Papyrus what were you thinking?"

The joy on Papyrus face slowly began to fade. He'd expected Mettaton to be a little surprised but he wasn't expecting a meltdown.

"I was thinking we could finally spend some time together. I swear sometimes it feels like you avoid me on purpose. I just want to talk. Please Mettaton? I've been saving for almost a year for this..." Mettaton laughed dryly in disbelief.

"You have no regard for my feelings, do you? You don't think about the consequences of your actions, you just do things!" The hurt in Papyrus eyes was evident. All the color had drained from his face tears welling up in his brown eyes.

"You think I have no regard for your feelings? I care about your feelings more than my own. I am so careful around you because I don't expect you to feel the same but I'd rather us talk and be friends than be complete strangers!"

"You think I don't feel the same?" Metta demanded, fighting his own tears. "I'm in love with you for Gods sake!" He hadn't meant to let that slip but this was the heat of the moment. Every emotion was coming out.

"If you mean that, then why are you pushing me away?" Papyrus asked in desperation.

"Because you of all people deserve some much better!" he cried covering his face with his perfectly manicured hands. "You are the sweetest, kindest, bravest most gentle person I've ever met. You have more love in your pinky finger than most people have in their whole bodies. You deserve someone you don't have to share. Someone who hasn't been used over and over again. Someone you don't have to pay just to see. I mean, how could you want me knowing what I do? What I am? I avoid you to protect you from all of this, Papyrus! So maybe you'll stop giving me those puppy dog eyes and give them to someone else even if it breaks my heart."

Papyrus was dead quiet for a moment and Mettaton didn't peek through his fingers to see his reaction. He just kept sobbing loudly into his hands. Paps stepped forward and took his hands away from his face the gentlest smile on his lips. His hands slid up both of his arms, coming up to caress his face.

"These puppy dog eyes are for you and you alone," he said sternly stroking both of his cheeks with his thumbs. Mettaton had a starry look in his eyes and was rendered speechless for the first time in his life. Papyrus took this as an opportunity to lock their lips together, the kiss heated but still soft.

The boots made them about the same height but Papyrus was still slightly taller. He easily scooped his queen up into his arms and carried him over to the bed, laying him back. With skilled fingers, Mettaton pushed his jacket from his shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt. Surprisingly, Papyrus wasn't shy about it. He was filled with a sense of pride actually, honored he was being given a chance. Mettaton broke the kiss and continued to undress the both of them but hesitated when it came to his knee highs. They were both mostly naked by this point aside from their bottoms and socks.

"You can keep them on," Papyrus offered, reaching down to stroke the bright pink fabric, "But for the record, I know they're hiding your prosthetics. Sans told me. I know you're nervous for me to see but I really don't mind. Still, keep them on. There's time for that." Mettaton pulled him down on top of him.

"Gods I love you," he cooed. Papyrus didn't have time to say it back either because Metta wasn't letting up on the kisses. His hips rolled upward and into his partners, causing a soft yelp to come for Paps. He was inexperienced so he followed his lovers lead. Mettaton tore at their remaining clothing and immediately began dragging his fingertips along Papyrus hardened length. He chuckled softly and pressed his lips to the others ear.

"Someone's excited, isn't he?" His fingers closed around the length and he lazily began gliding his hand up and down, enjoying the helpless mewling sounds coming from the other boy. Gradually, he increased his speed. This was the most excited Mettaton had been for sex in years. Keeping his hand steady, he took Papyrus by the hand and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva.

"You know what to do with those, don't you?" he asked and shyly, Paps shook his head, earning another chuckle from Mettaton. He adjusted his position so he was practically laying across his lap, ass in the air.

"Any ideas now?" he teased.

"You're sure?" he asked with such an innocence that Mettaton began to throb.

"I'm certain baby doll. I'll go crazy if you don't." While Mettaton busied himself with orally stimulating his love, Papyrus pressed one digit inside Mettaton's opening. He was slow and careful, unlike the men from the club and for the first time in a long time, the actually felt good.

"More," he begged quietly, looking over his shoulder with needy eyes. Papyrus obliged and inserted a second finger, driving his partner absolutely insane.

"Fuck it," he whined, "I need you now. Take me now."

"But-" Papyrus tried to protest but Mettaton climbed into his lap, hovering over the tip of his cock and pecked his lips.

"I can take it," he promised and lowered himself, guiding it with his hand. They cried out in unison. They did pretty much everything in sync from that moment on. Their movements, their moans, their orgasms... finally they were one.

"I just want to hold you," Papyrus cooed softly but he knew better than to hover once they were finished. There were mobsters all over this place watching the girls.

"Later," Metta promised, "I'll come to you this time." he helped the other dress and gave him a goodbye kiss.

"Be careful," he pleaded and Papyrus just smiled.

"For you? Anything." And then he was gone.