A Villainous Company

by Revharem

The mountain range known as Mt Ebbott no longer held monsters Underground. Now among the humans they must find jobs. UnderFell Papyrus and Undertale Sans find themselves employed by the villainous (and horny) group known as Black Hat Inc.

23. FlugSans on Their Own

Note for the Readers!

You all know what this is if you have read my other large work.

So here it is, This chapter is exactly what the title says. The first part will be Flug going though not having Sans around. We get to see how he deals with it while Sans takes a surprise vacation? Work trip? Leave of absence? You won't find out until the second part of the chapter, but don't skip over Flug just to find out!

In Sans's part of the chapter you will find out exactly why he left Flug so mysteriously and find out exactly what it is that he has been working on and hiding in the lab up to this point. Flug certainly wasn't curious enough to pry, but are you?

This chapter is bound to have the normal levels of angst, maybe even more, but it may be a bit light on the smut unless Black Hat gets handsy with Flug. Considering how considerate *gagging noises from Revharem* Black Hat as grown to be, I doubt that will happen.

StormyFictioners is calling me sassy for that. Guess what, I am.

The original Black Hat Corporation characters are being written by my wonderful co-writer StormyFictioners and she is a complete fluffy marshmallow (Again she comments on my endless sass, lol) and loves the fluff and angst, so it makes guessing the next move made by her characters interesting and fun.

Both of us have made our respective characters a bit oc, we do apologize, but also thank you for reading on through this developmental story. Without further ado, embrace the next chapter of "A Villainous Company" and let us know what you think down in the comments! We do respond to them, so questions are appreciated and there is no account required.

Flug

After sensing his talk with Fell was over, Flug went to the lab. Seeing 5.0.5 shivering under a table which he barely fit Flug gave a small sigh frowning. Sans and him both caused a lot of problems and fear and then went and never told anyone it was solved. Walking over to 5.0.5 he calmed the bear with soft words and a large hug that was more from 5.0.5 than Flug himself. Taking his paw, Flug walked 5.0.5 back to the kitchen, making sure that he apologized for causing him to be scared and asked if he wanted to bake sweets with him to show he meant it. They hadn't hung out and done things together in a while. Since Sans took up what was left of his time after work to be honest.

5.0.5 readily agreed with a happy noise and clapping. As they got to baking Flug allowed himself to fill 5.0.5 in on what he might have missed. He babbled happily about the Gaster Gang while baking sweets, telling the kind bear all about the conversations that he had while everyone was freaking out. 5.0.5 gave happy aroo's to the stream of speech, used to Flug's babbling and happy to learn more about others.

"They all seem like they came from a rough start, apparently all of them ruined their kids' childhood, but I think being in the Void has changed them! Not that I would want them back here, but I want to help them out a bit. I mean now that I know that Gaster isn't going to come back and try to kill Sans or torture anyone, I think it helped my perspective on him. He's still an asshole, but I kind of want to know my father-in-law? You know?" Flug looked over to 5.0.5 while thoughtlessly stirring the cake batter.

Nodding 5.0.5 offered Flug the cupcake pan, already colorful papers resting inside each cupcake hole.

Grinning Flug poured the batter into the cupcake wrappers and set the timer. "I really want to get to know him more because all I've heard about him is bad. I just want him to be a better parent, you know? I know my parents were nothing compared to the Gaster Gang, but I want them to be better now. To learn from being there and to be there for their kids now. Better late than never, right?"

At 5.0.5's agreement Flug smiled and continued rambling. 5.0.5 was the perfect companion in that way, he was a great listener. That was one skill Flug focused on when creating and teaching him. He was so lonely and scared working for Black Hat, he just needed someone to talk to that wouldn't judge him and would offer him support. 5.0.5 was perfect.

"I really want someone to be there if we have kids of our own. I want my children to have grandparents and parental figures. I don't want them to end up like Sans and I; without people to look up to..."

Nodding along 5.0.5 grabbed Flug's shoulders shaking him in the excitement of the mentioning of children. "Aroo! Aroo-roo's!"

Laughing Flug nodded along. "Yes, we are thinking about children, but not for a long time since I'm going to be a monster. You have Black Hat's eggs to be excited for though, right?" Flug laughed at 5.0.5's downtrodden expression. "Aw it will be okay, 5.0.5. They won't be too bad, I'm sure. Plus they would be excited to play with someone as cute and cuddly as you, don't you think?" Flug cooed, reaching high to rub between 5.0.5's ears making sure to skirt around the daffodil on the top of his head. "You at least like Fell, don't you?"

5.0.5 perked up at the mention of the other skeleton, nodding his head happily. Fell was very nice to the kind bear even with the lack of communication between them. Pulling out the map Fell gave him, 5.0.5 hugged it tight showing Flug how happy he was with the skeleton. Sure, Flug's own Mate was nice and all, but he took Flug's time and attention. Fell only took Black Hat's time and attention, which was better in 5.0.5's opinion. Fell had made him a map and learned a way to communicate with him. Sans only made puns and stole ketchup from the fridge.

Flug raised a brow smirking, "I sense a favorite." At the aroo's of confirmation Flug smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, he is pretty cool, but I have to say my mate is the best skeleton." 5.0.5 shook his head, but Flug's comeback was interrupted by the timer. Pulling out the cupcakes Flug breathed in the delicious scent. "Chocolate was a good choice. I'm thinking marshmallow fluff icing, what do you think?"

5.0.5 clapped happily, going to get a jar from the pantry. Handing it to Flug he made sure to wave at the cupcakes showing that they would be too hot at the moment to try to start icing them. Pulling Flug into a chair he made a continue motion.

Laughing Flug sat messing with his fingers. "Well, I think Sans and I are going to work on building our relationship. We've already come so far with our Soul bond, we just have to work on my magic as I move into becoming a monster. We aren't sure if I will change physically, but I'm hoping I stay the same. It would be quite weird if I became more of a zombie looking monster."

Whining 5.0.5 made a concerned face. Flug could turn into a zombie?! Those were scary!

"Come on don't make that face. I don't think I will, but I wanted to warn you." Flug soothed the bear, patting his paw. "Hey, you might want to go and visit some of the monster populated places. Maybe find a bear to date?" Squawking 5.0.5 pushed Flug off his chair shaking his head. "Ow, sorry! Sorry!" Dusting himself off Flug climbed back onto his chair. "I know you aren't interested in dating, but you might make some more friends than just us. Maybe we can go tomorrow? Sans is away for a project so we can go wandering around?"

Clapping 5.0.5 pointed to Demencia on his map hopefully. Maybe they could all hang out like they used to. 5.0.5 was hopeful.

Groaning Flug relented, "Yes, she can come too. We could all go to a park or a restaurant. Grillby's is nice." Planning the event, Flug hummed, thinking. "Maybe nothing too strenuous with Demencia. She's still beat up from Black Hat, right?"

At 5.0.5's sad nod, Flug changed his thinking. He could pick up something from Grillby's and they could have a picnic in the park. A relaxing day. He might even invite the Lust brothers. They would be a good start on introducing the two to other monsters. It wasn't like he knew many monsters either. Only Sans and Papyrus, the Lust and Fell brothers, Grillby and a vagueness of his patrons, and the Gaster Gang. However, that was a lot more than being familiar with only three people.

Smiling up to 5.0.5 he nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, let's have a picnic tomorrow. I'll invite two of my friends to join us. We can all hang out and relax. We can bring our cupcakes! Oh, let's make some sandwiches too."

Jumping up and down clapping happily, 5.0.5 nodded to the idea. He began pulling out sandwich supplies and containers to store the premade lunch until tomorrow.

Flug grinned pulling out his phone and typing the Lust brothers a text.

'Hey, Sans has gone out for a project. Are you free tomorrow around lunch? I wanted to invite you to a picnic. My family would like to meet you two. I want you two to meet them too. If tomorrow doesn't work just let me know when would. Excited to get to see you soon! -Flug'

Nodding at the text Flug hit send and sat his phone down figuring that they were probably busy with the brothel and wouldn't answer for a while. Turning back to the table, Flug busied himself with slicing the vegetables evenly. Black Hat would complain anytime they were sliced unevenly so Flug had gotten quite good at slicing thin even slices. At the loud chime, Flug jolted, the knife quickly carving through an onion and nicking into his finger. "Shit!" Taking his finger to the sink he ran water over it whining as it stung and throbbed. 5.0.5 whined, getting a band aid and holding it out for him. Covering the cut with the band aid Flug turned back to his phone to see what had caused the cut in the first place.

Razzy: You want us to come up to the Surface for a picnic?

Shaking his head Flug typed back. 'Yes, I want you two to meet my family. We made cupcakes.'

Razzy: What is appropriate to wear? According to Sugar Plum, humans have what is called a 'dress code' and I don't comply? Whahsaft?

Razzy: Dumb voice chat. What is wrong with my attire?

Laughing Flug shook his head covering his mouth. Razzy was simply adorable. Pondering on which park they would go to and the weather Flug texted back. 'Wear whatever you want. Not just underwear, though. There is a secluded park that we shouldn't be bothered by strict parents and all. Though it might be a bit windy so you might bring a light jacket. It's whatever you wear to be comfortable. More than underwear though! I'm bringing an innocent.'

Razzy: Alright. Where and whaearat do you want to meat. Gahateatgf chat.

Laughing Flug snorted before texting back. 'Do you know where I work? Black Hat Inc. You can meet us there and we can walk to the park, it's not far. Around 11?'

Razzy: Sugar Plum will lock on your Soulwave and teleport us to you. We have never been up to the Surface before.

'What?! Sans said you guys didn't leave much but NEVER?! My poor precious babes!' Flug looked at the phone rereading it a few times. How had they never left the Underground. Flug was going to have to change that.

Razzy: Whore you calling a baby? Your the youngest person I no. ******** voice, anyway. We don't leave much because we don't have a reason to. We serve sex and people on the Surface, from what we have been told, do not appreciate such open acts as regular profit. Other sectors didn't either. Well, your done.

'But you've never seen the sun or stars or fuckin all the stuff up here! I demand/ask that we have a sleepover.' Flug nodded he would show them everything and then they could come up more and feel welcome whenever they wanted.

Razzy: Sugar here ;P does Sans know you are asking us for a night? That is definitely bold for someone so young.

Frowning Flug texted back. 'No, he's away with a project AND it's not like that. I'll give you your own room and space to fuck and all. I just want to show you my family and hangout. We have sexshops! So many dildos~ please!'

Razzy: Awe, you didn't like our performance before? How long will we be out, just so we have an idea, pet?

Frowning and blushing lightly Flug ignored the first part not wanting to admit that they were both great, not with Sans away. 'Just a night. Lunch to breakfast? 5.0.5 makes good pancakes if you want to stay that long.'

Razzy: and that pregnant demon isn't going to have any issue with two strangers staying in his nest?

Frowning Flug didn't think of that. 'He shouldn't. He knows both of you. I'll ask anyway.' Flug shot another text to Black Hat asking if it would bother him to have the Lust brothers over. He immediately got a text back stating.

'They stay with you. I don't want them near me, my eggs, or my mate. I don't need their help anymore so I don't want their juices or sex smells near me. I will take Fell with me to go slaughter some heroes. I want them gone in two days.'

Grinning Flug texted back, 'Black Hat is taking Fell out to kill some heroes we have two days. Just stay in my area and you'll be fine.'

Razzy: … not sure how to respond to that, but okay. We will stay as close as you will have us pet 3.

Razzy: Oh dear. What has my brother been saying. You don't want our company, just a "friendly visit", right? Like what we spoke of during Sans's Heat?

Raising a brow Flug looked to 5.0.5 confused before texting back. 'Yes? What is Sugar Plum thinking I meant? Sans isn't home so… I'm closed?' Flug frowned at his attempt but it was the best he could come up with.

Razzy: His mind, much like mine, jumps to all the things that could be done in the park, in the store, at your place of work. All the sex things. Especially with Sans gone. It won't take long before you will feel the pull to reaffirm your bond, physical interaction will usually become mind consuming after a few days to weeks. We recieve calls to help with that often enough.

'Oh…' Flug slapped his forehead. 'Sorry. I thought a secluded park would be good because Demencia will want to run around and 5.0.5 doesn't like crowds. Thought you would be more comfortable with just the 5 of us. I figured the sex shop since you have never been to a surface one and that is an interest. A sleepover so you could get familiar with the area so IF you wanted to come up more you could… Sorry I didn't mean to miscommunicate. Still want to come?'

Razzy: We would love to come. You didn't miscommunicate. You simply don't understand our sector well enough. You will have to excuse us if we have to take breaks every so often throughout the day though. Both of us are insatiable and Sugar Plum has a much faster refractory than I do. He won't keep his hands off you if he isn't taken care of often. Nor will I, but he would succumb first.

Flug smiled, they assume he's stupid about their sector. He just wants to treat them like people and not just a sex toy. They are more than just a fun time. 'I understand. I'll show you your room so if you need to teleport away to have sex you can. I'm not going to force you two to not have sex or play. You can do that. Just keep it under clothes around 5.0.5. He is still innocent until he deems himself ready.'

Razzy: We will respect that. Sugar Plum wants to know about the Demencia you mentioned? Who are they, and would they want our services?

Laughing Flug turned to 5.0.5, "Think Demencia wants a date?" Tilting his large head in response and shrugging Flug nodded along. "Yeah, not sure either." Turning back to his phone Flug texted back. 'Demencia is a mercenary that works for Black Hat. She's a lizard woman. Experiment gone wrong or right. She might take your offer since she got dumped by Black Hat. Not sure.'

Razzy: Well, you just made his night. We will see you tomorrow unless there is anything else you wish to talk on? Sugar Plum wants filled soon.

'Have fun! See you tomorrow, bye!' Flug shook his head turning back to see how far along 5.0.5 got with icing the cupcakes. He apparently gave up on making sandwiches since Flug was texting instead of slicing. "The cupcakes look good. The Lust brothers are excited. We are going to have a sleepover. Do you want to pick some movies and make snacks while I show them town?"

5.0.5 nodded excited about meeting the brothers. He hoped he could add them to his map. Maybe he could meet more of Flug's friends soon.

After finishing their sandwiches and packing everything away for tomorrow, they separated to complete their tasks for the night. 5.0.5 went to shower, cleaning himself in preparation for tomorrow and watering his flower. Flug went back to the lab to finish some devices for shipment before wandering to his cold bed. No Sans to cuddle up to. Laying down he sent a soft Goodnight to Sans, but he never heard a response before drifting off.

The next morning was a buzz of excitement in readying for their guest. Banging on Demencia's door Flug tried to get her out of her room. "Come on! My friends are coming over and I want you to meet them! Come out!"

"No! You can't make me!"

Growling Flug had finally reached his peak and melted the door knob with his heat ray before kicking the open. "Fine! I'm here to make you!" Blinking at the bandaged girl Flug frowned. "Was that from Black Hat? You should have been healed by now!"

Demencia grumbled a small "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"Demencia don't be stubborn. Let me get my healing serum and give you a shot." Flug went to his lab ignoring her shouts of protest. Walking back he jabbed her in her wrapped leg, listening to her shrieks of protest. "There. Better?"

"No you asshole I feel-" she cut off as she realised she was standing with a finger in Flug's face. "Yes! Thanks Flugsy!" Flug didn't even try to escape from her bone crushing hug.

Wheezing Flug finally got released. "Come on, get dressed. They should be here soon." Walking back to the kitchen, Flug was happily to see 5.0.5 got the basket all ready. Making sure he was in an open area, he sent Razzy a text. 'We are ready whenever you are.' He wasn't quite sure on how Sugar Plum was going to locate him through his Soul, but didn't want them to teleport into a wall or table.

The scent of sugared plums filled the air as the pair appeared off to Flug's side and Sugar Plum instantly stepped forward to pull Flug into a hug. Razzy took the time to look around them and take in the room.

"Hey, thanks for inviting us! I was so excited I finished all my clients spectacularly overnight. You said you have people for us to meet?" The short skeleton was practically overflowing with energy as he released Flug and bounced on the heels of his boots, heart-shaped eyelights bright and trained on Flug. A hum from Razzy had him looking over his shoulder and cutting back his enthusiasm slightly. "I will, I'm just excited. This is the first time anyone has invited either of us out as friends or invited us to the Surface. You know you're excited too."

"Yes, but get too excited and we will have to take a break from sightseeing sooner than later." Razzy reminded him with a gentle smile. "Thank you very much for giving us this much trust, although it may be misplaced." Razzy smiled sweetly at Flug as he rubbed his brother's shoulders.

Flug hugged Sugar Plum back after the shock wore off. Rolling his eyes Flug lightly shoved Razzy. "Oh hush! You are people! You should be invited out more than just a one night stand. Let me show you your room so you can go to it if you need to." Taking Sugar Plum's hand he walked them down the hallway to a door with heart stickers on it. Blushing Flug rubbed the back of his neck. "5.0.5 didn't really understand Lust as different than love. So he decorated your door. This room is yours whenever you need it… Permanently, if you ever come back. Just stay on this side of the kitchen and Black Hat won't mind you popping in and out." Flug rambled looking to his feet embarrassed. They had plenty of rooms so it wasn't a problem to set one aside for them, but Flug wasn't sure if the gesture was too much.

"Seriously?" Both the skeletons looked at him is disbelief.

Flug nodded scuffing his shoe. "Is that okay? I hope it's not too weird, because you two are my friends and I want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Well…" Razzy rubbed the back of his neck insecurely.

Sugar Plum spoke up for them both, keeping his eyelights up and on Flug. He spoke easily. "Monsters have never trusted those of us from the Lust sector and in our sector, all we or any of the others really think about is how, who, where, and when our next fuck is. We have never been treated like monsters in the other sectors, so far be it from us to judge on what is normal or weird. You are doing a lot and going a fair bit out of your way to show us kindness beyond just relieving our condition. If you want to do all this for us, we certainly won't stop you, but I do have to wonder what may be expected for such a large gift in return?"

"Oh um, well there was something I was hoping for…" blushing Flug bit his lip they would think so poorly of him for being so stupid. But Sugar Plum did just admit to all the sectors being mean to them so maybe they won't directly laugh at him. Taking a deep breath he admitted. "I want to know how to be a monster. Sans keeps going on about all the differences and all the changes that I'm expected to go through and I was hoping you could help me know more for when I start shifting. Maybe some more sleepovers too. Oh, and can you show me how to do makeup too? I'm hoping I don't start losing my skin and become a zombie in-between monster, and if I do, I'll be so ugly! I need your knowledge!" Flug fretted with his shirt bottom looking to the brothers pathetically.

There was a second of shared silence and staring before Sugar Plum lost his composure and doubled over laughing and Razzy cracked a smile. "Is that all?" Sugar Plum managed to choke out between bursts of laughter. "That's a piece of cake!"

"Yes, well, I don't have many people I could ask. I don't think my father-in-law would help much better than the Fell brothers… I figured you two are best trust to ask and actually get good answers." Flug rubbed his head, a small smile forming with their laughter now that he knew it wasn't truly at his expense.

"We can certainly try to help tutor you." Razzy spoke over his brother's laughter, a smile still in place that easily reached his eyes. "Each sector has different ideas and ideals, but we know that you are living with Fell and with Sans as your mate. Having dealt with both sectors, we can give you a piecemeal training in their lifestyles, beliefs, and outlooks on life. It won't be as thorough as being raised in either sector, but Sans should make up the rest as you progress and in the end, adapting will be up to you. If you want to be accepted into the monster community faster, it would probably be easiest if you did, but you did start as a human, so maybe we should be adapting equally to you." He shrugged showing he didn't care one way or the other.

Finally getting the majority of his laughter under control, minus a few fits of giggles, Sugar Plum finally put in his two cents. "As for make-up, I'd be more than happy to do you, or teach you." His grin looked innocent, something that rarely happened for him.

"Down Sugar, or you don't get extra later." Razzy warned with a chuff of laughter as well.

Flug beamed pulling Razzy into a tight hug "Thank you!" Releasing Razzy in turn to hugging Sugar Plum just as tight. "Thank you! Thank you both so much! I'm so glad to have you both as such good friends." Pulling away Flug's smile stayed true. "You ready to go meet my family?"

"Uh, one question." Razzy smile had turned slightly wan. "Is this much physical affection common place for everybody on the surface?" His hand was digging slightly into his brother's vest as he held him in place by his collarbone and clavicle. Sugar Plum's heart eyelights has gone to a very soft light and his fangs had noticeably elongated from both his upper and lower jaw. His gaze never left Flug.

"Oh…" Flug looked sheepishly to Razzy. "Sorry, no that won't happen unless you are with close friends. Um, I'll be sure to tell 5.0.5 to refrain from hugs. Do you want to meet us in the kitchen? Test out the room?"

"That would be best. We will only be five minutes. Thank you for understanding." Razzy kept his sentences short and his grip on his brother until Sugar Plum tried to reach out to Flug. "Nope. Not doing him today love." Razzy easily picked him up and pinned him to his chest and marched right into their new room. A pink barrier went up, similar to the one he had used on Sans's room when working on Flug, covering the walls and doorway before the door even finished closing.

Frowning at how his actions caused Sugar Plum to react, Flug made his way to the kitchen. Thankfully 5.0.5 had kept Demencia in the kitchen as Flug showed the brothers their room. "They are getting acquainted with their room. It will be a bit. Demencia, please be nice to them. 5.0.5 no hugs."

Whining, the flower on his head drooped. "They reacted strongly to shows of affection. So we don't want to push them. Be nice and considerate. They may have to leave at times when it gets too much. Knock before entering their room and only when you need them. Don't go snooping."

Grinning Demencia snickers "What, are we going to walk in on them having sex?"

"Yes." Flug stated firmly, to the shock of Demencia.

"But-but you said they are brothers?! Eww!"

Looking to her in disappointment Flug shook his head. "They are allowed to love whoever they want. Now, if you don't want to see them having sex, don't open the door. If you do, well simply ask them. They are very open about it."

"Weird." Demencia grumbled before grabbing out the milk carton and drinking straight from it to 5.0.5's horror. "Aroo! Aroo-oo!" Demencia laughed at the chaos.

Sighed Flug plopped his head against the bar top.

Appearing leaning against the fridge behind Demencia with Plum hung from his shoulders like a cape, Razzy sniggered. "And just what have we come into?" Sugar Plum instantly lost his grip as he began laughing at the unintended pun considering their near constant activities, earning him a sigh and head shake from his younger brother.

Perking up, Flug grinned. "Demencia! 5.0.5! These are the Lust brothers, Razzy and Sugar Plum."

5.0.5 turned to them tugging Demencia along. "Aroo? Aroo!" 5.0.5 barely stopped his bear hug before pouting and looking to Flug sadly. "No."

Demencia tilted her head "Why are you dressed like that? Do you work at a strip club?"

Razzy raised a bone brow in interest. "Brothel actually. Do humans have those here on the Surface? Hey Sugar, that's an idea if we do decide we like it up here. Bet we could even keep up our regular activities too. Much larger clientele, that is for sure."

Sugar Plum looked up at his brother from where he sat on the counter and considered. "It certainly wouldn't be a bad idea to look into. I could dig that. Real question is, how would we be received?" He shamelessly pulled Razzy back into him so that he could wrap his legs around his hips and pulled his chest flush to Razzy's spine looking around his side at Demencia.

Demencia shrugged. "If monsters don't like a show, I know from the circus that people like exotic things. Real question is, if you have so much sex and all, why aren't you working online with Pornhub? You get paid for having sex! If Black Hat ever falls through, that's what I'm gonna do. That or be an ice cream taster." Demencia shrugged in a whichever-comes-first kind of way.

Slapping his forehead Flug groaned, "Demencia you have no filter. At least cover 5.0.5's ears. Don't you look up that site! It's full of inappropriate things." Flug motioned 5.0.5 away making him pinky swear not to.

Sugar Plum and Razzy were already on their phones and paused when they heard Flug's statement, looking up at him curiously, not having gotten to the site yet. "Define, inappropriate?" Razzy asked carefully.

Groaning Flug looked them "Not you two, 5.0.5. It's not appropriate for a baby bear. It contains too much adult content. Not good for my baby~" Flug rubbed at 5.0.5's ears causing him to rumble happily.

"Again, define appropriate." Razzy plied. "We have seen many different levels of 'appropriate' throughout the sectors and do not wish to push boundaries. According to this lovely young woman, it is merely sex."

Flug frowned thinking as he walked closer, he dropped his tone so 5.0.5 was safe from their conversation. "It has a lot of content. Pictures, gifs, videos. Ranging from innocently indecent to your best or worst fantasy. Has all the kinks and hentai. Everything. Maybe even monster porn now. For humans, it's 18 years and older content. Yours would be, um, eighty years and older?"

Sharing a look and exchanging information telepathically, Sugar Plum spoke up slowly. "According to a good portion of the other sectors, intimate exchanges of any kind are typically dissuaded until one is considered an adult, and the more adventurous is definitely dissuaded until after adulthood. That is not to say that it does not happen, but it does not happen often as monsters will not typically begin a relationship with someone who is not their Soulmate. A Soulmate is usually not found until after full maturity, so the issue doesn't come up much."

Chuckling Flug shook his head "Well we tend to jump the gun with age limits a lot. Most of the times people don't even follow the age limit in viewing and doing things like drugs, sex, and alcohol. Sometimes those people get caught sometimes they don't. Humans are pretty messed up like that."

"Well, regardless of age, drugs are generally discouraged and there are only a few sectors that allow early alcohol consumption. Ours is one of the only sectors that actually allows anybody of any age to engage in intercourse below age eighty five though." Razzy admitted with a shrug. Sugar Plum had retreated behind his back and through their link he could tell that the site was up on Sugar Plum's phone. If you get another boner, you are handling it on your own. We are here to try not to be completely sex-based, remember. I know it is hard on us both, but at least try.

Nodding Flug agreed, "Everywhere is different… Are you hungry? We can go to the park?" Flug offered as a subject change.

"The park sounds great." Razzy agreed quickly, if only to distract Sugar Plum from a quickly resurfacing boner. He did not want to seem ungrateful by having to continuously run off just to relieve this 'problem' of theirs. He knew other sectors viewed it as a problem or an issue, or even a disease. For them, it was life and they made the best of it. Recently, watching Sans and Flug, he realized it was not a constant for most of the population outside of the Lust sector. It just seemed like it since they had a steady stream of customers from a multitude of other sectors.

Nodding Flug grabbed the basket motioning for everyone to follow. There was a cool breeze today and Flug made sure to take it slow for his guests to see whatever they wanted. Getting to the park, Flug picked a shade tree as Demencia sprinted off to the playground equipment. 5.0.5 set out a blanket to sit on and offered sandwiches.

"The sun really is awesome." Sugar Plum marveled. Both brothers had been blown away by the sheer difference between seeing and experiencing the Surface. They had seen plenty of pictures of it, but to actually feel the wind, the heat of the sun, the cool resistance of the grass; it was similar and yet different from the elements they had below ground and completely intoxicating and new.

"I think we just might have to look into setting up a brothel or strip club up here on the Surface. I don't think I'll be able to leave this behind." Razzy took in a deep breath. The amount of life in the air gave a whole new level of life to his magic. There was something up here that he could feel making him stronger the longer he stayed. He understood now why old monsters who predated the War longed so much for the Surface and why its loss had such a heavy toll. He couldn't imagine growing up in a place like this and then being forced to live as they had.

Sugar Plum merely hummed in agreement, similarly lost in the feeling of the clean, fresh air.

Smiling, Flug watched them enjoy their surroundings. "It's a beautiful day. I'm glad I was able to show you this. If you are interested, I'm sure we can help you find a place and get started. It's not spoken of often, and frowned upon, but both strip clubs and brothels do exist up here. I'm sure we can set you up in an area that would get you business." Flug mentally did some math and planning on if there was a place in town that would be good. Near the sex shop would probably work best. Taking a sandwich he munched on it focusing on simply enjoying his time.

After some time, Razzy dozed off and Sugar Plum turned to Flug. "So, tell me about humanity. I'm curious as we never really got to meet one of you without trying to kill ya to escape from Underground. What are you like?" He was leaning back on his wrists and watching the movements of leaves above. This was a big question and he didn't want to put the kid on the spot or pressure him, but he was honestly curious.

Shrugging Flug copied the movement looking up at the leaves with him. "Well, we are not extremely different. Even with the sex aspect, human's are very horny even if they act better than it. But I'm not really a great person to look at for humanity. I work for a villainous demon. I stay inside and build devices almost all day, every day. I'm not well liked and am often picked on by others. I don't have any human friends. I'm not the best person to ask…" Flug frowned looking at the leaves. He isn't even really human anymore.

Sugar Plum snorted. "I could honestly probably ask any human. You just happen to be the only one I know. Your job aside…" He went silent for several moments as he tried not to think about all the atrocities the nice man next to him had probably committed or assisted in committing, he started up again. "I mean, how do people view the world? What kind of policies run it? In the Underground, we each had our sectors which were governed by a King and Queen. We had a few holidays as well, but they were mostly to help keep our hopes up and keep track of the passage of time. I think our biggest holiday that spanned over almost all the sectors was Gyftmas, which is coming up soon. A few months and it will be here. I have to think of what I'm gonna do for Razzy. Do you have anything planned for Sans for Gyftmas?"

A small smile forming, Flug turned to Sugar Plum. "We have presidents which the country votes to elect for a few years then they get replaced. We have a lot of holidays. I was hoping to introduce Sans to the Day Of The Dead. It's before our Christmas which is what I assume your Gyftmas is based from. I enjoy the action of celebrating our loved ones who we've lost and I figured it might help him, seeing all the skeletal decorations. I'm not sure, it might be a bust. In that case I would just introduced Papyrus to Halloween and help him find a costume. For Gyftmas, I'm not sure. I might, if the timing ends up right, give him a ring. I know Soul bonds is like the highest form of a relationship, but I want a human form too. We discussed making them for each other. I like the concept of having one, it feels more permanent. But I might just get him pun clothing and ketchup…" Flug trailed off with a shrug.

Switching his crossed ankles, Sugar Plum nodded. "That would certainly make him smile. He is really simple. Thigh high socks wouldn't be a bad idea either." He stopped to think for a moment before continuing. "That whole president thing though, that doesn't sound all the reliable. I could see how the world could devolve into heroes and villains under that sort of management. As for Soul bonds, yeah, it doesn't get much more permanent than that. I mean, they can be severed, but as we have mentioned often, it isn't something we recommend."

He paused and thought for a moment. "What is this Day of the Dead, Halloween, or Christmas? I've never heard of any of those. Gyftmas was devised as a time marker and something to raise our hopes early in the incarceration apparently. It was based loosely on one of the more common monster types. Everyone always picked on them 'cause they looked like a tree. One day the queen of Outer sector gave him a gift instead and everyone followed suit all throughout the Underground. Monsters started handing out gifts to each other as well and it just sort of became something we did. It kept us bound together and reminded us to care about each other, even if just a little bit."

Smiling Flug nodded, "That is kind of like our Christmas. It has a large religious aspect of our savior, Jesus, as being born and wise men giving him gifts and all that. Since Black Hat doesn't believe in God, we just celebrate the more commercialized aspect where you exchange gifts to your friends and loved ones." Thinking on the other holidays Flug tried to explain them a bit better since he didn't have to go in-depth on two different views of a holiday. "Well... Halloween and Day of the Dead are normally viewed as similar, but they are different. Whereas Halloween is a dark night of terror and mischief. Normally celebrated by dressing up in scary costumes and trick or treating, where kids go door to door to get candy. Day of the Dead festivities unfold over two days in an explosion of color and life-affirming joy. The theme is death, but the point is to demonstrate love and respect for deceased family members. People will paint on makeup, normally sugar skulls, and wear costumes at parades and parties, sing and dance, and make offerings to lost loved ones. It's more of a celebration of their life instead of mourning the dead, which I enjoy. I tend to paint a sugar skull on a paper bag and have a great time. I didn't have much of a family growing up, bouncing from home to home, but I believe life should be celebrated."

"That I can agree with you on." The short skeleton glanced over at Flug before looking over the park and watching Demencia. Absently he stole a sandwich from the basket and munched on it. So the girl was a possible conquest from all this. According to her twisted Soul, just as he had been informed, she wanted someone else, the demon. That wasn't gonna happen. Sugar Plum may have passed out in the presence of so much Sin, but the bond between Black Hat and Fell was as strong. It would last a while. He had to wonder at his chances with someone like her.

He was silent for a while as he watched Demencia tease the strange blue bear and contemplated the holidays Flug had told him about. Day of the Dead sounded dangerous for Sans and Papyrus with their heritage, but maybe it would be a good thing to help them let go of the past and for Sans to properly mourn his lost family. Halloween had to be the strangest thing he had ever heard of, but if costumes were involved, he could think of how much fun he and his brother could have with that.

Glancing over to see Sugar Plum watching Demencia caused him to chuckle. "So Razzy wasn't lying about you being excited about maybe getting laid. You sure you want to tangle with her? She might become attached."

"Hmmm, she wouldn't be the first. As for being excited, I'm always ready for sex. I live, breathe, and love the stuff. If I could live off sex, I would. Most monsters don't understand the draw, we from the Lust sector, feel and they don't want to. We could show them, but they'd rather not know. Guess I could understand. I don't want to know how a Fell monster thinks more than what my Soul already tells me." He waved a hand as if shooing away a bad scent. "I'm more concerned about whether it would be a good thing to try to lay her. She may have been shot down by your boss and not stand a chance with him now, but she is still very enamoured by him. I can't tell if that is a good or a bad thing yet and I don't want to cut that line until I do." His eyelights never stopped tracking her. His normally light voice colored by their serious topic of conversation.

Nodding along Flug bit his lip in thought. "I think she needs to get boned. Whether by you or someone else, but she needs to realise there are more people out there. She's crazy for sure, but I think it's finally sunk in with Black Hat's clutch. She's probably lonely. He's been her biggest crush for so long…"

"Did you tell her we offer those services?" Sugar Plum mused, finally breaking his watch to look over to Flug interestedly.

"Yup! I told them to not go to your room unless you want to watch you guys fuck or get fucked. She seemed kind of interested but it might have just been because it's new." Flug plucked a grass blade and reached over to tickle Razzy's nose cavity.

Shrugging, Sugar Plum hummed noncommittally. "We are used to that as well. People come, people go. They are just clients. Leave him be. He fucked all through the night so that we could be here. I may have a higher drive and shorter refractory, but his sets in much faster and much more brutally. He needs the rest."

Cooing, Flug stopped teasing Razzy. He had to hold back from wanting to pull his skull into his lap to be more comfortable. It would probably come across as different intentions. Instead he asked, "Do you think he needs a pillow? He could use my jacket, it's thin but it might be softer than the ground."

"You're a nice kid Flug. I'll give him mine. He has the hots for you so waking up in your scent would not be a good idea if you really don't want to be filled with him for the following six hours." Sugar Plum quickly shrugged off his vest. He had worn it over a half jacket so he still had some coverage. Just his lower spine was exposed now. Rolling up the small article of clothing, he easily slipped it under his mate's head, his eyes briefly going soft as he gazed at his Soulmate.

Blushing Flug fidgeted feeling kind of hot by the concept that Razzy had the hots for him. "Oh… uh Sugar Plum, how could you show monsters the draw from the Lust sector? Would it work on me too?"

Looking away from Razzy's face, Sugar Plum's face became analytical, as it typically did whenever he was evaluating a Soul. "You are monster enough that I should be able to. I don't know if it works on humans, but you have barely any humanity left. I think the thing that would be most dangerous is if your magic acted according to how you felt while under my sector's influence. You have exceptional magic stores." Lifting his eyes from Flug's Soul to his eyes, he tried to understand. "But why would you want to know?"

Flug tilted his head "Why wouldn't I? You are my friend. If I could learn more about how you feel and your life, it would help me know you."

"Well that is true. Only thing is, with your heightened magic, you would feel it much stronger than we do. You ever notice how aggressive Red or Fell always are? They lash out at everything either verbally or physically? That is because their sector is bred into their magic and they have powerful magic. It manifests in their actions. Razzy and I have pretty strong magic too, which is why we fuck all the time. In you, even Sans in his heat would be unable to keep up. That isn't sayin' that I wouldn't let you have the experience if you want it. Takes a lot of trust to offer, so I'm flattered." Sugar Plum had assumed a cross-legged position as he explained as best he could the complications and implications of what they were considering.

"Would it be like a Heat or more of a switch where you could turn it off? How would the process go?" Flug wasn't sure he wanted to say yes to something that could last a week.

Tapping a phalange a few times on his patella while he thought, Sugar Plum finally offered, "Well, it is like a Heat, but it comes and goes like a wave and is much stronger. It is always there, but it hits and takes everything with it and there is no stopping it when it does hit. If you are asking how long it would last, that depends. I can have it last as long as you want to experience it. I would basically be imbuing your Soul with the traits to make you of my sector. It is similar to drugging, but more personal and without side effects other than your own conscience when it wears off. It could last five minutes or a lifetime if you decide that is how you want to live your life. While rare, it isn't unheard of for monsters to change sectors and overwrite their Soul so they could move and survive in their new environment." He rubbed his skull. "I'm not usually one for drawn out explanations, but this is deep stuff and it is part of my job to explain it all, so I do have to know it."

"What-what about a night? Do you think we could do a night?" Flug hesitantly asked. He was so very curious and knowing he could stop at any time helped make his decision. "You both would help me, right?"

"Course we would." Sugar Plum nodded solemnly. "Are you certain you want to try to go that long though? Once it is started, you are locked in for the full time you've chosen. We can't change that and you will remember everything once it is done. You will see, feel, and usually act according to how you see the world, just as you do now, but your view of the world will be the same as ours, not as yours is now. You won't recall how you viewed it before and once it is done, there is a chance you may remember how you viewed it while in that state, but it isn't guaranteed. You will just remember your actions, not your motives."

Flug listened intently taking in all the information. "Okay, I still want to do this. I want to experience this. Just a night. It could be a bonding time for us." Flug nodded happy with his choice. The mansion would keep them in a safe area and he had two friends to take care of him. It felt like he was planning on trying his first sip of alcohol. "Let's do it when we get back."

"As you wish. When Razzy wakes up, I'll have to let him know. Now, will we still be going to the stores you mentioned on the way home?" With the serious topic dropped, Sugar Plum allowed his normal, slightly frisky smile to transform his face once more.

Grinning Flug nodded. "Of course! Are there any places you want to go see besides the sex shop? This is all for you two, so wherever you want to go."

Blinking rapidly in surprise at Flug's enthusasm and honestly confused on why he might want to go anywhere but a sex shop, Sugar Plum was struck dumb. "Uh...not that I know of? What else is there worth seeing? Maybe a place to get some new lingerie, but that is about it I think~"

Grinning Flug chuckled, "I could definitely show you some places with nice lingerie. You want to check out any strip clubs? I think we might have one. Or a really nice bar that has dancers. Do you two have surface money? If not, I made sure to bring my card. Where would you like to go first?"

"Much as those sound great, we should probably avoid those for now." Just the thought of such places had him near drooling. Much as he loathed to do so, Sugar Plum shook Razzy awake. If they didn't get to their room, Flug would be stuffed in minutes. "We'll be right back."

Blinking blearily, Razzy grumbled before latching onto his brother and shamelessly nipping at his spine before they disappeared.

Blushing Flug shook his head turning to watch Demencia and 5.0.5 play on the playground. It wasn't often that they went out to just have fun instead of fight. Thinking of Gyftmas, he pondered if he should get something for Razzy and Sugar Plum. Pulling out his phone he searched for some different toys and lingerie for them. Selecting some fluorescent pink and purple things he added them to his virtual cart. Pausing before he paid Flug scrolled back and looked at some thigh high stockings. Biting his lip to hold in a chuckled he pick some with flames and hot peppers on them before picking some more sexier and schoolgirl types. Selecting pay he jolted as hands dropped on his shoulders.

"Ooooooo Flugsy! You buying naughty things!" Demencia teased leaning against him to see the various dildos and skimpy outfits. "Oh man I didn't know you were into that stuff!"

Blushing scarlet Flug pushed her away. "Will you not be so loud! I'm not buying this for me, it's for Razzy and Sugar Plum."

Demencia gasped "I thought you were with science nerd!"

"I am! It's for Gyftmas, it's like their Christmas. I thought I would get them something they would actually like. Luckily I know their size due to Sans." Flug explained scrubbing at his forehead.

"Oh… That's no fun. So they really have sex all the time? Is that where they are now?" Demencia asked flopping onto the grass beside Flug.

"Yes, Sugar Plum must have gotten worked up."

"Wow… So everyone from where they are from is sex crazed?"

"Yes, that's why they work at a brothel."

Humming Demencia looked up into the trees seeming to actually try to understand the two skeletons before jumping up into the tree leaves and catching a bird in her mouth.

"Ah Demencia, spit that out! You don't know what diseases it could have." Flug complained trying to persuade the girl into releasing the frantic bird. Thus started the game of cat and mouse. Demencia giggled past the bird as she avoided all of Flug's grabs, jumping from tree limb to tree limb dancing just out of reach. "Spit it out!"

5.0.5 soon joined the game and due to his height almost caught Demencia a few times. "Aroo! Aroo aroo aroo!"

Panting Flug lean on his knees trying to catch his breath after running and jumping all around the tree. "You are a menace!"

Demencia laughed swallowing the bird whole and jumping down from the tree. 5.0.5 whined wagging a claw at her and scolding her. "Aroo roo aroo roo roo! Aroo roo aroo!"

"You can't be serious!" Razzy's voice sounded from the other side of the tree where the basket was as they teleported back midconversation. Sugar Plum was still seated over his hips, but all their clothing was where it was supposed to be.

"Hey, he asked, I'm not gonna say no and you know that we will both enjoy it. It will probably help him anyway. Trust me." Sugar Plum tried to soothe him, running hands over the pink leotard that was filled with lean ecto-muscle and strapped to his lowest ribs.

"But what about Sans?!" Razzy gripped.

"Don't worry about it. I can't even sense the numbskull. It will be fine." The smaller skeleton continued to tease his mates abs as he tried to convince him to go with the plan.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Flug went back to their picnic spot grinning when he saw they were back. "Hey! You two ready to go shopping or want to stay here a bit longer?"

Both skeletons stared at each other for several seconds before Razzy sighed and let go of his tension, nearly toppling his brother. "Fine, you win."

"Ha!" Bouncing up and walking over to Flug smiling, he gave a thumb's up. "We are good for whatever. I'll admit I'm interested in what humans are selling these days. The wash-ups from the dump usually aren't that great, so I'm not holding my breath." A groan was heard from Razzy at the terrible pun.

Grinning he waved to 5.0.5 and Demencia, "We are heading out! See you back at the mansion." Motioning for them to follow, Flug walked the Lust brothers into town. Thankfully it wasn't far. Walking into the sex shop first, he did a spin, motioning to the walls of toys. "What do you want to look at first? I got money if you find anything you like."

"It's almost as big as the library back home!" Sugar Plum gasped as Razzy instantly walked over to where women's outfits were displayed in a variety of sizes, styles, and colors.

Smiling Flug nodded walking closer to Razzy. "You see anything you like?" Flug grabbed a purple sparkly see through crop top that had a matching thong. Holding it out Flug offered. "I think you would look good in this. I mean, you could pull off all of these, but purple looks good on you."

Looking over it speculatively, Razzy shook his head. "I think that would be better for Plum. Pink is more my color, though I won't argue that purple is definitely my favorite color." His eyes wandered over the store, searching for and falling on his brother. A smile took over his face as pale pink lit up his cheekbones and the sides of his skull. Looking back to Flug with a shrug he continued. "I also prefer full body outfits. I like the way they highlight my ectobody when I'm all in."

Smirking Flug nodded putting it back he pinched at Razzy's tight fitted sleeve tugging him to a wall of catsuits, maid outfits, and other costumes. "What about these then?"

Tracing the figure pictured on several of the catsuits, Razzy rumbled with pleasure. "This is definitely more my speed. Do you think they have changing rooms here so I can try and see what would work best with my frame? Skeletons don't fit everything properly, even with our ecto-flesh to fill things out."

Nodding Flug pointed to a door off to the side. "You can try things on in there."

"Perfect. You said you're covering, right? We don't have surface money yet, but from what I understand, it runs on gold currency so we will be sure to bring some of our earnings next time." Razzy had grabbed several packages and stepped into a curtained booth, pulling the curtain closed to start trying on the items in privacy.

Sugar Plum skipped over, eyelights blown up until they took over almost his entire enlarged sockets. "Fluggy pet! You just gotta see what I found!" He grabbed the edge of Flug's coat and began pulling him with an unseen strength deep into the dildo section of the store.

Beaming Flug followed, was this what if felt like to hangout with friends? "What did you find Sugar?"

"Lookit this! Can humans actually use this? It's huge!" Sugar Plum was pointing at a short, very girthy bunker buster dildo. Before he could get an answer he was already pulling Flug over to another one that was on a rack in plastic packaging. "And what about this? It is so long!" The second one had a heavy plastic handle and the actual dildo was easily sixteen inches as advertised with a girth of two and a half inches in diameter. Neither were small and both were obviously too big for the small skeleton who marveled at them.

Chuckling Flug nodded. "Yeah they are pretty big, but some people probably are able to fit them. Most are probably just wanting to be stretched and can't fit the whole thing. Did you want one? Razzy is already trying on some things. I don't think you could test these out but I'm sure you both could tonight after we buy it."

Sugar Plum shook his head, exhaling hard through his nasal cavity. "I think I'm going to be filled with something else all night. I'm not too worried about it. I just can't believe humans can fit this kind of size. It is incredible!"

Laughing Flug nodded. "I guess it kinda is. Anything else you were looking at? To be truthful I normally just get vibrators and plugs. Don't tell Sans that, he still hasn't found my stash." Flug blushed.

Grinning back conspiratorially, Sugar Plum whispered, "You have my word as a whore of honor.", then proceeded to pick up another huge dildo, this one with an ovipositor. "Now this one looks absolutely fascinating! Just might have to get this."

"Not on your life!" Razzy called out from the changing rooms, making Sugar Plum crack up laughing.

"For me babe! I know you don't want eggs any time soon." he called back. Grumbling was heard, but no definite no which led to Sugar Plum's grin growing almost too big.

Nodding Flug grabbed another blushing. "I've been wanting to get one ever since I've seen it. It'll be a new thing to try until Sans gets back."

"Then get one and we can share tonight. Once I have my gold exchanged for Surface currency, I'll buy one for Razzy and I." Sugar Plum prompted with a wink. "Stars know you aren't getting any eggs out of Sans for another sixty years minimum."

Pouting Flug's shoulders drooped. "Yeah… I have to be older and magicly stable."

"Awe, don't worry kiddo. You'll be stuffed so full soon enough you will be glad you waited and we both know that Sans hasn't been holding off on the fucking, so you will be well conditioned when it finally comes time for you to really take his Heat load. You won't be walking for several months." The knowing grin and wink said Sugar Plum knew exactly what he was talking about.

Blushing Flug nodded hesitantly telling him, "I've already started preparing. A few of my devices will make it so I can handle all his magic without getting sick like last time…"

"You got sick partially because you weren't ready, exposed enough, or on the same wavelength. You also only had a partially made bond. Remember, when Sans attempted to breed you last, you didn't want his kids and you hadn't completed your part of the bond. It was doomed to fail. Next time he breeds you, things will be very different. Trust me." The small skeleton patted Flug's arm comfortingly and started walking towards the changing rooms as Razzy pulled the curtain aside with several packages in either hand.

"Did they fit? You didn't show us-or at least me. You probably saw through your bond." Flug asked.

"I didn't see a thing." Sugar Plum confessed.

"I wasn't letting him see since you two were talking. If he had, I don't think any of us would be making it out of this shop by conventional means." Razzy explained with a smirk before slipping his phone to Flug, easily hiding the screen from his brother. It was set in the gallery and there were pictures with professional-like angles showing off Razzy's figure in each different outfit with very alluring looks and positions in the lingerie. "What do you think? Do they work for me?" Some of the shots even had his full pink ecto-body in effect to fill out the suits.

Blushing, Flug nodded, smiling. "You look wonderful in all of those!" Taking the clothing and ovipositor Flug brought it to the checkout counter for holding before making his way back to them. "Anything else?"

"Thanks, I'll pay you back. They aren't cheap after all. I think that will be all for me. Are you getting anything babe?" Sugar Plum shook his head suggesting that he was good for now.

Nodding, Flug paid, grabbing the bags and walking over to them. "Back to the mansion then? We can watch some movies or you can show me what it's like as a Lust monster."

Simultaneously the brothers shrugged. "A movie is fine." Razzy suggested even as his brother suggested starting the lust process. Sharing a glare, Razzy threw his hands up in a huff. "Whatever you wanna do we will go along with."

Chuckling Flug nodded "How about I show you an episode of an anime I love while you tell me more about the process."

"Sure!" Sugar Plum perked up instantly before wilting under Razzy's glare. "How do you fucking do that. You're younger!" he pouted and glared at his own feet.

"We will definitely talk more about the process and everything it entails. I don't see why we can't do that while watching a few episodes of your show." Razzy's voice was harsh and his glare heavy on his shorter partner. His crossed arms made for a slightly intimidating picture as well.

Frowning Flug scuffed his shoes on the carpet. "Do you really not want me to do this Razzy? We don't have to I-I was just curious and wanted to know what it's like for you both. You know what nevermind it was a stupid idea just let's forget it okay?" Flug gave him an awkward smile. He just wanted his friends to be happy and his curiosity was causing them to fight.

Relenting on glaring at his brother, Razzy flicked his gaze over to Flug. Everything about how he held himself softening in an instant. "It isn't so much that I don't want you to do this. I want you to know what can happen. This isn't something anybody agrees to off the cuff. Sugar Plum knows how to sugar coat everything and make it sound fun, but this can be dangerous." Razzy hesitated before stepping forward and placing a careful hand on Flug's shoulder. "I'm just trying to look out for your safety and ours."

Mumbling was heard behind them to which Razzy snapped "And you always make beds you can't sleep in. Geez, nobody would ever know you are the elder with how you jump at everything."

Covering his mouth to hide his chuckles, Flug smile softly at Razzy. "You are a really good friend Razzy. Thank you for being concerned. I probably shouldn't jump headlong into things. The scientist part of me can be stupid sometimes. I'm just really happy you both are here. Maybe we can play some get-to-know-you games if the Lust thing doesn't work. That way I can still get to know you a bit more. I think you two would like 'Two truths and one lie,' it's a fun one."

"Great, now we aren't gonna get to fuck him!" cried an exasperated Sugar Plum, throwing up his hands in a tantrum. "Great going bonehead." He promptly winked out of existence.

"That was never the agreement and you know it." Razzy said sadly to his absent brother before looking to the ceiling as if it held the answers. Releasing a heavy sigh that made his ectoskin puff then shrink, he lowered his head to look at Flug once more. "I'm sorry about that. He just went back to the mansion to cool his head. I give him half an hour before he's trying to jump us again. Don't worry too much about it."

Frowning Flug sighed nodding. "Sorry about that. Are you sure he's not upset? I wasn't really planning on us-you know, because of Sans-but I don't know…" looking away Flug turned bright red seeing a store clerk practically hanging onto every word. Covering his face Flug snatched Razzy's sleeve. "Come on I-I need a bag."

"Uh, okay?" He let himself be dragged out of the store, subliminally slipping the clerk his card with a wink. Once they were out of the store he smiled at the flushed mess that was his companion. "If it helps any, I know you didn't want to have sex with us tonight. That is why I was being so hard on Sugar. He obviously didn't explain well enough or you wouldn't have agreed. There is zero chance you would survive even a hour with the Lust sector's magic running through you if you didn't fuck one of us or your housemates. Masterbation wouldn't cut it. The sheer arousal would kill you. No questions asked. And you were about to try to go an entire night under that influence. That is why I was hard on him and insisted so strongly that we talk further before proceeding." Razzy spoke softly so their words wouldn't reach the ears of anybody in the surrounding area as they walked back to the mansion.

Panting hard Flug nodded continuing his quick pace. "Thank you but please-please bag first and talking after. I-I don't have Sans. I don't have Sans and I'm pretty sure I'm hyperventilating. I need a bag." It hurt him to admit his weakness, but he could trust Razzy. Right now the embarrassment was turning into and panic attack and he wasn't ready. Sans has caused him to grow lax with his usual overpreperation. He would normally have a spare bag. He would normally be wearing a bag! Sans had become his safety net and he couldn't even talk to him at the moment.

Recognizing the signs that Flug was presenting from a few of the clients and kids he'd dealt with over years of work, Razzy forced Flug to stop walking, sit on a nearby bench, and look him in the socket. "Flug, breathe. Where can I get you a bag. Remember, I've never been to the Surface and unlike my brother, who isn't responding, I can't teleport. Tell me how to help you, and breathe." He spoke evenly and softly, keeping gentle but firm hands on Flug's arms.

Feeling tears bud up Flug hiccuped trying to breathe deeply. "I-I don't know. A p-paper bag, I normally wear-I just-Sans, and now-" Flug gasped pulling on his hair. He was so stupid.

"Is everything okay over here? Skeleton step away from the man!" A hero walked up in bright colors looking to Razzy with a glare.

Razzy glanced over his shoulder, but due to the angle of the sun, couldn't clearly make out the form behind him. "My friend here is having a panic attack sir. You wouldn't know where I might be able to get a paper bag for him, would you?" After realizing he couldn't see the stranger, he refocused his attention on Flug, watching in case his condition became worse.

The hero narrowed his eyes snatching the back of Razzy's jacket. "Like a human would be friends with the likes of you, monster. Whatever you have done to this human, stop it at once or I will be forced to attack!"

Crying out as Razzy was yanked away, Flug panicked more, shrieking out gibbering frantic pleas and begs for mercy and assistance.

"Oi! Let me go you fucking idiot. Can't you see he needs assistance? I may not be any sort of medical professional from the Asylum sector, but even I can see he needs help!" Razzy flailed and tried to get away from the unseen touch to his back. He was getting worked up with the rough handling and just knew it would cause serious issues if this human caught on to it.

Yanking Razzy's wrist behind his back the hero shoved Razzy into the bench. Pressing his chest flush with the seat and his skull into the wooden plank back. There was a sound of cuffs being pulled from his belt and latched around Razzy's wrist. "Stop your villainous magic on this man now, skeleton!"

Gasping Flug struggled to breath, frantically texting Sugar Plum and Demencia. He tried to stand but the hero pushed him back down with one hand.

From the top of a nearby statue, Sugar Plum whistled. "Now that is how it's done. You shoulda invited me to the party love." His fangs were elongated and his eyelights were so fuzzy, their heart shape couldn't even be recognized. The heavy boner he sported shown clearly through his leather pants. "And you sir, playing into his shameless exhibitionism out here in front of all these people, how kinky."

Razzy groaned from where he was held, unable to keep from rutting against the bench as Sugar Plum talked dirty and teleported to the ground to stalk closer, ever so slowly. He remembered that he was supposed to be taking care of Flug, but the way this human was playing with him was just so incredibly distracting. "Please, harder daddy. Tie me up and show me what you can do~" He whined.

The hero jerked back looking disturbed between the two. "What the fuck?! You guys are sick!" He quickly left giving disgusted looks over his shoulder.

Gasping Flug went to Sugar Plum not even caring that he was most likely too horny to do any critical thinking. Taking his hand he pulled him over to the bench. "Home-lab please!" He asked between gasps as he grabbed Razzy by the cuffs. He only hoped they would let him snatch a bag to calm down before they tried to fuck him. He didn't care at the moment that they would probably try to fuck him senseless, he just really wanted to be were it was safe again. Safe to not be afraid or have to think or worry. Flug truly wanted Sans right now and his Soul cried out to its mate.

Sugar Plum's eyelights regained a fraction of their definition and he gave Flug a very tight curt nod before grabbing his pant leg and Razzy's leg, teleporting them to the kitchen, the only place he really knew other than their room. Forcing himself to release Flug, he teleported Razzy to their room, slamming his larger, younger brother harshly over the edge of the bed for some much needed release.

Slumping as he was released Flug riffled through a kitchen drawer and grabbed out a spare paper bag. Yanking it over his head, he sat on the floor, breathing in the scent as his pounding heart slowly dwindled back to a normal pace. Slowly he got up, moving to their lounge area and pulling up the anime 'Food Wars'. Sitting on a couch, he texted them directions on where he was. With his knees drawn to his chest, Flug let himself confided in his paper bag comfort.

It took almost an hour before the brothers finally left their room. An hour filled with thumps, random, unrecognizable muffled shouts, and several bangs against the door. When they arrived at the lounge, they looked as well put together as they had when they had first arrived with no sign of the rough hour they had just gone through or the full day that had been given to them.

"Yo, watcha watchin'?" Sugar Plum boosted himself up on an ottoman that was off to the side, folding his legs under him and looking intently at the screen.

Razzy took the other sofa, his long legs covering the entirety of the thing and easily draped an arm over the back, cracking his back over an arm before repositioning so he was more in the corner and comfortable. "Looks to do with bright colors and food." He commented.

Nodding Flug explained what was happening in the show. "It's called 'Food Wars' it's about kids going to a cooking school and if the food tastes good the characters will get basically a food orgasm. The main character with the armband likes to make things that taste really bad and have people taste it. He has a lot of squid mixes that remind me of hentai. It's pretty funny." Realizing he was rambling Flug quickly ended it hugging his knees closer. "Um Razzy… I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to freak out on you. I got just so overwhelmed. I'm normally more prepared. I should have been more helpful, this is your first time up here and I was useless with getting rid of that hero…"

Razzy perked up when he heard his name and became worried when he felt Flug getting depressed. "Hey, it isn't your fault. Things happen and if that is a hero, maybe the villains are really the good guys after all. He didn't seem all that interested in helping you out and that is what a real hero would have done."

Sugar Plum was distracted by the TV until halfway through the conversation, but caught the gist of it through his bond with Razzy. "He's right kid. You've got nothing to feel bad for. You're gonna have a rough time of it anyway with Sans gone and then that thug wanna-be came and tried to fuck with you guys. I'm just glad I showed up when I did or things could have gotten really out of hand. Sorry for leaving ya in the first place. Razzy was right, much as I hate to admit it. I was sort of pulling your chain for our own pleasure. I'm not used to receiving so much and I guess I was just trying to go for broke. So...yeah, sorry." He didn't look away from the screen as he spoke, but he did blush deep purple, whether from his speech or the way the person on the screen seemed to be creaming themselves was undecided.

Biting his lip under his bag Flug smiled sadly. "Thank you. I'm glad you are both here. It's really hard not having Sans with me after relying on him for so long. I feel stupid for needing my bag after I've been so good without it. Sans would be disappointed in me."

Sugar Plum's hands couldn't be seen with the angle he was turned, but the way his arms shifted as the people on the screen moaned made it pretty obvious where his mind was, but Razzy was still mostly in control of himself for the time being. "We both know that that is not true Flug. If I recall, Sans started his bond with you while you still wore that bag consistently and were marked severely by others. He didn't judge you then and if not then, when he didn't know you, why now when he is bound to you for life?" Razzy was forcibly ignoring his mate who wasn't making things easy on him and doing his best to avoid the sounds from the TV as well.

Nodding Flug took a few deep breaths shifting to look at Razzy. "Thank you… Um, so what do I need to know about this Lust thing? Besides I'll die without getting fucked?"

Razzy couldn't keep the smirk from his face at Flug's coarse summary. "So, from what Sugar Plum has relayed to me, he told you the bare bone basics. We imbue you with enough of our sector's influence so that your magic takes on the…" He tipped his hand unevenly as he sought the correct word. "It, your magic will influence your decisions beyond your conscious recognition of influence. For example, right now, are you thinking about breathing, blinking, swallowing, or even seeing?" Razzy fought to be able to explain what they were doing. He had never done it with someone, he in their sector or they in his. He was just going off something he remembered reading about twenty years ago.

Humming Flug nodded, "So it would affect what my body does without my active thought. It wouldn't hinder my usual body functions, would it? I wouldn't forget to breath right?"

"Oh, no no no." Razzy was very quick to dismiss that thought. "Your primary body functions will run without an issue for the most part. Your heart rate and certain brain synapses will fire differently if I recall correctly, but that's about it on that level." Razzy took a moment to try to think about how to really word what he was thinking. "Okay, how about this. Sans has explained that for monsters, we age differently and we put that eighty-five is adulthood rule in place due to magic control and maturity and all that jazz, right? Please tell me he's mentioned that much at least?"

"Yeah, I know most of the basics." Flug chuckled pulling his bag off but not getting rid of it in case he needed it again.

Razzy nodded, releasing a relieved breath. "Thank stars. Now, in our sector, we keep kids behind closed doors when outsiders like yourself, or even Sans for all his strength, are around because our kids are much worse than us as adults. You are the equivalent of a monster child with ten times the amount of magic even our patriarchs have, and they are powerful. Our children have very little magic, but it flares on occasion, that's it. The more magic one has, the greater the influence. The less exposure, the greater the influence. With these two concepts, you run a very… interesting risk for this procedure. You have a lot of magic, next to no exposure, and only us and those you hold dear in close proximity." He tapped a patella as he tried to think of another way to explain what Flug might be able to compare his predictable effects to.

Casting a glance at Sugar Plum who was completely absorbed in the task in his hands, Razzy nodded, for once glad of his brother's easy distraction. Getting up, he moved over to the couch Flug was sitting on and arranged himself in a cross-legged position facing Flug. "How about I give you ten seconds and we will talk more after that. We will see how much of yours and my clothes survive that timeframe. It will be easiest to explain that way."

Blushing Flug nodded. "Um, what do you need to do it? Do you need my Soul?"

Summoning a small pink dust ball, Razzy commanded, "Breathe" and flicked it directly at Flug's face, knowing he would reflexively inhale.

Breathing in and blinking in a slight shock Flug's pupils dilated. "F-fuck~"

Razzy carefully leaned back and watched calculatingly. Judging by Flug's reactions so far, the first second was predictably tame.

Shivering Flug's toes curled as he looked around the room almost sightless. His gaze landed back on Razzy and Flug licked his lips. Pouncing onto him Flug pushed him back until their chests were flush together. "Razzy~" licking and nipping at his neck and shoulder Flug grinded their crotches together harshly.

Razzy sucked in a breath and provided Flug the access he was fighting for, letting him take what he wanted. Fighting a human for dominance would be suicide. He fought his own arousal and kept counting the seconds. Four seconds left.

Flug moaned loudly against Razzy's skull as he thrust into Razzy's crotch searching desperately for release. Clawing at Razzy's shirt he scratched ribs trying to yank it off before giving up and just fondling ribs underneath it. Shoving their mouths together Flug pressed his tongue between Razzy's teeth tasting his mouth and raspberry magic.

Just as he felt Flug's tongue push through his teeth, Razzy forced himself to dismiss his own tongue, letting his ambient magic remain. He wanted to taste and take the kid so bad right now, but if Flug caught his tongue, the night would never end and he knew it. His whole body was stiff as he forced himself not to reciprocate and sagged into the couch as the last second finally struck. He prayed Flug wouldn't hate him when he realized that he had his hands up Razzy's shirt, was practically fucking him, and had managed to pin the larger skeleton to the couch, all in under ten seconds. Razzy really hoped Flug wouldn't blame himself. It was his biggest fear out of this whole scenario.

Blinking Flug pulled back sitting up where he straddled Razzy. Blushing he licked his lips still tasting the hint of sweet magic. "Oh… Oh my, that was pretty strong. Um, sorry for jumping you. Is this okay?" Flug shifted biting his lip as he grinded down lightly.

"That is completely up to you." Razzy said carefully. "You decide where you go from here. If you want to talk about what just happened, we can. If you want to resume it, we can. If you want to call it a night, watch a movie, take this to a bedroom with one or both of us. It is all your call. You know what we feel all the time now. You may begin to understand why Sans is so prickly about leaving you unsupervised around us. Two of us I might add." Razzy was personally amazed at both his and his brother's restraint right now. He knew Sugar Plum had caught on a second before it all started and was watching hungrily, waiting for permission to pounce.

Biting his lip Flug nodded slowly. "I understand a lot more now. I want to, um, try a bit longer. I want to try to see and feel a bit more this time, I didn't catch much last time… Can I-Will you take care of me? I want to know you are okay with this as well before I continue…"

Smiling softly, Razzy chuckled. "Darling, we are more than okay with it. Tell us how far you are willing to go before we resume though or you may endanger yourself. You tried to kiss me last time. Do you remember what mine and Sugar's fluids will do to you? Also, do you want to work with just me, or both of us. Remember, two of us means you get twice the dose."

Blushing Flug nodded. "I forgot about that. I still want to though. I would be okay with both of you taking me." Blushing harder Flug wanted to hide his face, embarrassed about telling them he was okay to get wrecked by them. "You don't have to hold back. Just, you know, don't hurt me or kill me. Maybe twenty minutes this time?"

Taking a deep breath, Razzy asked once more to be sure they were clear. "Just so there is no misunderstanding Flug, you are agreeing to twenty minutes under the influence of lust control as well as complete and total allowance and willful indulgence of Lust sector drugging from myself and my brother. Our only rule is no pain and don't kill you. Is that correct?" A faint whine was heard from Sugar Plum as he gripped the ottoman and watched avidly, waiting.

Blushing Flug bit his lip. "That sounds stupid doesn't it. Um, no Soul stuff too. I don't want Sans to hate me if we accidently bond or something. Otherwise, yes… I don't have Sans and I'm really horny right now. I want to be wrecked." Flug admitted shyly.

Sugar Plum was suddenly wrapped around Flug's back, mouth right next to his ear. "Probably not the best wording you could have used there, pet. You won't walk for the rest of the week." Before any argument could rise, Sugar Plum hit Flug with a twenty minute dose of Lust Dust and teleported the lot of them to their designated chambers in the mansion.

His pupils dilating Flug moaned leaning heavily into Sugar Plum's chest. Grinding down he tried to get Sugar Plum closer twisting around and clinging to his shirt. "Yes-please-pet~" he gave broken sentences.

Razzy finally let himself moan and allowed his erection to form even as he magiced his clothes and Flug's pants and boxers to a far corner. Instantly he began rubbing his engorged member along the line of Flug's ass, smearing pre and letting his natural aphrodisiac soak through Flug's skin.

Sugar Plum wasted no time in capturing Flug's mouth with his own and twined their tongues giving him a full dose of approdesiac through his mucus membranes in the form of saliva even as his hands traveled Flug's body and mapped its shape for the first time.

Both brothers were exceptionally excited. This was their first time to really be with a human and to be with Flug, who they both had been eyeing since hearing and seeing that he had managed to handle Sans through the majority of a Heat. They were finally getting to try him in every way. For now they had twenty minutes. That was enough time to learn so much.

Moaning into the kiss Flug clung to Sugar Plum's ribs. Feeling Razzy's cock press up against him Flug reached back using his pre to start stretching his hole eager to be filled.

With the expertise born of long practice, Sugar Plum removed his clothes and the last of Flug's and got to work stroking Flug in long slow pulls and playing with his chest and neck, tracing the bones that pushed against his flushed, pale skin. Humming, he never broke their kiss as he carefully clambered from behind Flug to sit on Razzy's chest, making reaching Flug easier.

It didn't take Razzy long to pick up what Sugar Plum wanted from him either, grabbing his hips and pulling him back further so that he could rim his brother's ass as the smaller toyed with their human playmate, letting him adjust and acclimate to the pure lust that they knew would be controlling him now. They were both watching for their own safety, but they no longer worried about how far they could go. The boundaries were set and all else was free game.

Shivering under Sugar Plum's touches Flug pumped his fingers into his asshole adding a third quicker than he probably should have. Shifting needily on Razzy's hips. Gasping from Sugar Plum's kiss Flug whimpered "PLEASE~"

Between nibbles on Flug's earlobe and the skin just beneath it, Sugar Plum breathed encouragements. "You just keep stretching pet. Put on such a nice show for us and we will take good care of you." As he spoke he pressed back on Razzy's prodding and probing tongue as it delved into him, sending delicious shivers through his body.

Razzy guided Sugar Plum in his movements even as he continued to coat Flug's pumping fingers and ass with his slick. If they ended up hurting Flug or leaving any mark of what happened, promise or no, Sans would more than likely kill them. Afterall, this was not approved and Flug was his charge. With that in mind, they made sure he was as wet as he could be and they were as worked up as possible to make things safer for the human-monster they were playing with. Thoughts aside, Razzy couldn't wait to be buried in Flug's ass. If Sans's reaction was anything to go by, the kid was tight and he was a lot girthier than Sans was.

Moaning Flug added a fourth finger stretching as much as he could with the awkward angle Razzy's pre helped his fingers pump easily into his hole. His thrusting fingers made a squishing sound that caused his cock to leak pre needily. "Please, now~ I need to be filled."

Chuckles bounced Sugar Plum on his chest as Razzy laughed good heartedly and took pity on Flug. With his free hand he pulled the man's finger's free and lined up his dick with the well stretched hole, letting Flug take its entirety at his pace. He had been holding out for some time now and it was swollen thick and exceptionally hard. Razzy wouldn't last long, but at least he could go as many rounds as his mate and Flug could ever ask for.

Sugar Plum finally left off kissing Flug to drop to his cock, swallowing it to the root and tracing the veins with his tongue. As he rose and fell he let his fangs catch and scrape over the delicate flesh, teasing the rigid organ trapped within his mouth. Even as he began to suck off Flug though, he raised his own hips, allowing his cock to become available to Razzy, who's sternum was now covered in all the juices his brother had leaked while getting worked up and over by Razzy and Flug. Being the smallest of the group had perks; like fitting easily between these two amazing monsters.

Jerking as Sugar Plum surrounded his cock with that sinful mouth Flug cried out, quickly shifting Razzy's cock so he could start taking it. Feeling the cock pop past his entrance Flug gasped arching and cumming into Sugar Plum's mouth. It felt so good! All his senses were in overdrive as the lust ran through his Soul. Shivering Flug could only jerk, thrusting into Sugar Plum's mouth and down onto Razzy's large cock as his orgasm ended bringing only seconds of relief before needing more.

If it weren't for Sugar Plum's member in his mouth, Razzy would have cried out as Flug tightened around him in orgasm. Even after all that stretching he was insanely tight. He quickly distracted himself from the cinching pain by focusing on the cock in his mouth. He went to work, using a hand to force Sugar Plum's hips to piston as close as possible and shove his member deep down Razzy's conjured throat as he laved and sucked hard, working to get the sweet nectar he knew would come from it.

Sugar Plum hummed as he received the first taste of Flug's seed, flattening his sinful tongue to collect and gather everything Flug could give before milking the last drops of his first orgasm. Feeling Razzy's pull on his hips, he canted them harder, facefucking the younger and humming in appreciation and amusement as Flug's cock started to soften before rapidly coming around for a second round. The kid would sleep amazingly once they were done, if he could break from their fluid drugging. Once Razzy finally explodes, Flug will be ours. He thought quietly to himself, doing his best to get Flug into his next orgasm for more of the heady treat hidden within.

Moaning, Flug shifted, taking Razzy's cock inch by inch before he was fully seated on the member a bulge forming where the cock was impaling him. "Ah! So good! MORE!" Grabbing Sugar Plum's skull he pushed it harshly down to cum down his throat again. Both of the brothers were bringing him such pleasure. Arching his back Flug continued to face fuck Sugar Plum his nails scratching his skull.

Sugar Plum squeaked as he was grabbed and forced down and then used roughly, flailing momentarily before getting into the rhythm and sucking at perfect intervals to keep this going. Cum was one of his favorite foods after all. The scratches on his skull almost had him flinching though and he was almost tempted to try and remove the hands, but for the fact that the rough handling might stop if he did.

Razzy couldn't hold back his load any longer as he yelled around Sugar Plum's load. His brother didn't even stutter through cumming, other than the flailing from Flug's change in pace, but Razzy couldn't help roughly thrusting up even as a hand grabbed at Flug's hip to drag him down to the hilt as he finally found his release. Groaning around Sugar Plum and drinking his sweet fluids, Razzy twitched and worked his body to put as much as he could in the human before pulling his mate off of him, turning him so he could continue his work and allow Razzy to finally kiss Flug as he'd been so close to doing before.

Moaning as he was released from the harsh kiss Flug's eye's were mainly pupils. Pumped full of magic and aphrodisiac Flug lost all control and understanding of what was going on around him. "SANS~" Rocking on Razzy's cock Flug gave broken moans and pleas for his mate as he clawed for either skeleton not truly seeing anything. Snatching Sugar Plum he brought the small skeleton to his chest clinging to him while running nails down his side's and ribs. "Sans Sans Sans Sans A-aah Sans~"

Sugar Plum gasped and shook at the harsh grate of nails on his bones, squirming against the tight hold that pinned him to the human. He didn't care that he was being mistaken for Flug's mate, that happened all the time with mated clientele. His issue was Flug had obviously lost restraint and his grip was threatening to buckle his thin bones. He wasn't built for battle like Sans was!

Razzy noticed the change in demeanor from his mate and made a quick decision, praying he'd be forgiven or given the chance to fix what he was about to do, should he live, before Sans ever made it home. Reaching around Sugar Plum, he carefully, but firmly dug his phalanges into the skin of Flug's back, just barely cutting through the skin between his ribs. Razzy remembered that that had woken Flug previously, and while he didn't want to wake him entirely, he did want Flug to give his brother some room to move and escape as necessary.

Arching and moaning loudly Flug's grip went slack as he leaned slightly into the fingers cutting him. It felt euphoric! Green! More! Flug gave shivers of delight. "More~" He moaned, giving a harsh bounce on Razzy's cock to signal that he wanted more.

Sugar Plum teleported the second Flug's arms were slack, clinging to Razzy's back to nip and suck at his collar bones, but both brothers went still when they heard Flug beg for more of the pain they'd hoped would wake him when the time came.

Oh fuck. They thought in unison.

When Flug leaned back, Razzy's phalanges caught on the edges of the small cuts he'd made, elongating and stretching the wounds, making them bigger. They remained shallow, but they still worried him as he'd never actually gotten a client who wanted pain or blood play yet. Sugar Plum typically took those since he was still learning a lot of the more vanilla tricks of the trade.

Moaning Flug trust into the air cumming hard as the wound was made bigger. Yes Sans! "Fuck Sans, more!" Flug babbled pulling Razzy up and into a harsh demanding kiss. Clinging to his ribs and skull Flug scratched at the bone trying to tug him even closer.

Both brother's gasped at Flug's urgency and barely kept from smacking their skulls together as they were pulled forward. Razzy couldn't deny that he liked it a bit rough and this was clearly evidenced as he came hard, moaning into the biting kiss the was forced onto him. This time he didn't hesitate to dig his dull bones into Flug's back, widening and aggravating the fresh wound, making it bleed.

Sugar Plum hissed at the marks, afraid of Sans's wrath for a moment until Razzy's other hand found his cock and distracted him quickly and efficiently. In moments he was once again nipping at bone and gasping encouraging profanities to continue their fun.

Groaning into the kiss, Flug was bloated, filled with Razzy's cum loads until he was bulging. Grinding down, he bounced himself on the hard cock deepening their kiss as his tongue sought out Razzy's. It felt so good. The pleasure was so good. Being filled and hurt felt so good. Before long Flug was cumming between them for a third time. His cock was softening instead of becoming hard and stiff again. The Lust Dust was slowly coming to an end, but his desire for sex still overpowered his senses.

Relaxing and letting his hand fall away as he noticed the physical changes Flug's body was starting to exhibit, Sugar Plum and Razzy thanked the stars that they had evaded a very nearly brutal session. It was certainly a learning experience for all sides, but inter-sector view exchange always was. This was just more powerful than most due to the extreme magic reserves their participant had in store. They couldn't imagine trying to one-on-one with Flug as a Lust sector monster. It would be worse than trying to take on the Queen.

Blinking as his pupils slowly grew smaller but not to their normal size. "I want to fuck~" Flug growled out moving his hips off of Razzy as he reached for Sugar Plum. Pushing Razzy to the side Flug reached around him, easily lifting his desired prey and shoving Razzy down into the sheets. Cradling Sugar Plum back to his chest Flug fondled the bubble butt the small skeleton sported. "Hole." He gave a short demand giving Sugar Plum only a few seconds to decide on a pussy or an asshole before starting to situate and thrust into him.

Sugar Plum's eyelights shrunk in excited terror before he quickly manifested a slick pussy. It was only just in time as Flug's previously softening cock, newly hard, pierced his core without warning or prep. Sugar Plum had nothing to hold onto as he was used and after the first few raw strokes, he became wet enough to enjoy the use. When the pain finally faded, he let himself become vocal, begging for more. "Oh, pet, show Sugar what you can do. Give it to me naughty baby." he drawled as he let his skull hang back on Flug's shoulder.

Razzy was floored. He'd been man-handled and left to lay on the sheets, but the cries that turned into teasing moans from his brother had him looking over his shoulder to watch as he shallowly thrust against the bed for friction. Flug was strong, but they were built for sex and their drugging abilities could only last so long. They should be able to enjoy this last bit before he came back to himself. Razzy couldn't help smirking. How would Flug react to everything that had transpired, he had to wonder.

Thrusting into Sugar Plum without mercy he pressed the captured skeleton into Razzy as he gained leverage to thrust deeper into Sugar Plum. "Yes! Fuck Sugar!" Thrusting thrashing Flug wrapped his arm around to grip at Sugar Plum's bones. "Summon a cock~"

Whining as he was already going through such a rough session, Sugar Plum was worried what Flug might have planned, but his curiosity couldn't be sated if he didn't listen. His dominant spirit told him to fight though, so he bit out teasingly, "And if I don't?"

Razzy choked back a laugh as he rolled over onto his back and stroked his dick, enjoying watching his brother get worked over and knowing his brother was watching him from the corner of his socket as he stroked to the image of him in his compromised position.

Flug frowned, gripping at Sugar Plum's bones and biting at his shoulder. "Summon now." Turning to Razzy and gazing hungrily Flug ordered, "Summon a pussy~"

Razzy raised a bone brow, but ever obedient in the bedroom, spun his fingers over his cock and let it melt back into his ecto-body even as a sopping wet slit appeared. No sooner was it available than he had it spread with two fingers and the third tracing and teasing his bud before dipping to the deepest knuckle into his own core. He stared into Flug's eyes as he played with himself, licking over his teeth in challenge to continue.

Seeing the options presented him, Sugar Plum shivered. "Oh-ho, I'll do whatever pet wants if that's what I get." he laughed, quickly summoning a strange looking cock that more resembled an inverted unicorn horn. The length spiraled up to a scooped head and the entire thing was covered in raised bumps and ridges of varying sizes. "Let's have some fun, ey pet?" He murmured into Flug's ear, tightening his pussy around Flug's own dick and shifting to let himself be impaled even further.

Grinning Flug grabbed Razzy's ankle yanking him into place for Sugar Plum. "Fuck Razzy's pussy~" Flug purred the order into Sugar Plum's skull angling them so Sugar Plum was hovering over Razzy's splayed pussy. Flug thrust deep inside Sugar Plum, in turn forcing Sugar Plum to hilt inside of Razzy.

Razzy yelped at the yanking on his leg, but quickly resettled himself once Flug was satisfied with his proximity and raised his hands over his head to place them against the headboard to keep him from being pushed away once things got going. He was exceptionally glad of this when he felt the sheer force Flug put behind his first thrust as it otherwise would have sent him way away from the action and completely dislodged Sugar Plug's artfully crafted summon.

"Oh, pet, you are so good to me. Ravage us, please, show us what you can really do~" He ended in a gasp as his entire being was jostled. Flug wasn't going easy on them. Sugar Plum was almost certain he felt his hip slip on that first thrust. He grabbed on to his brother's ribs and set his feet to brace himself. Meeting Razzy's eyelights, he grinned and braced for Flug's next strike, making sure he pulled out of Razzy just slightly slower so he would get to feel Flug's impact twice over when they hilted together into the lowest person in their pile.

Pulling out Flug thrust back to Sugar Plum harshly, barely pausing before doing it again. He started a quick and brutal pace. "Hush, I only want to hear your screams." Flug struck deep, not letting up to let either brother rest.

"You'll have to fuck," Sugar Plum gasped on each rough plunge, "us a lot harder," Razzy keened lowly, eyelights beginning to roll up into his skull, "and better," Sugar Plum grunted as things definately got rougher and he nearly smacked his head off Razzy's sternum, "than that." Razzy had put up his knees, bracing with his heels deep in the mattress, the springiness of it bouncing him up and back into Flug and Sugar Plum's downward spikes.

Smirking Flug reached around Sugar Plum to caress Razzy's cheek. "Good boy~" leaning up Flug pulled out before plunging back inside of Sugar Plum. He rubbed along Sugar Plum's ribs fondling his bones in all of Sans's sensitive spots with one hand as he kept his punishing pace.

"Wah! No fair!" Sugar Plum shrieked as he began seeing spots and the pressure of a held back orgasm built higher and higher

"More, more, more, more, MORE!" Razzy had effectively been reduced to begging as he got close. He couldn't touch himself as he was busy keeping himself in place and forcing his legs to not close on the hard movements.

"Don't worry baby I'll give you more~" Flug cooed continuing his hard thrust and touching, giving a few touches to Razzy's ribs as well. He was so close, a few more hard thrusts and he was hilting inside Sugar Plum cumming hard inside him. Feeling Razzy's cum leaking out of his ass as he came hard, he started to rut into Sugar Plum again, moaning loudly and sucking on his neck.

The extra fleeting touches to his ribs had Razzy tipping over the edge, his cunt clamping down around the rigid spiral shaft even as it was forced deeper to massage his g-spot as he came around Sugar Plum.

Caught between the spilling heat in his pussy that pooled in his magic, making him feel giddy and light, and the tight, hot, and intoxicating grip of the walls below him, Sugar Plum screamed Flug's name as he finally released once more, filling Razzy with fluorescent purple, darkening his magic and filling the air with his and his brother's scent as his seed pushed his brother to cum even more.

Razzy purred and let his arms go slack and his head fall back as he caught his breath, the heat inside him already processing and getting him ready for another round. He could feel Sugar Plum quickly becoming firm within him again as well, but it all depended on how Flug was doing after such a powerful orgasm that had ripped through them all simultaneously.

Groaning Flug pulled out flopping next to them. "That was wow… my bones feel like jelly." Peaking over he asked concerned, "I didn't hurt either of you did I? I got a bit demanding…"

Smirking as he slowly rocked into Razzy beside Flug, Sugar Plum shook his head. "Naw, you nearly broke a few bones, but you didn't and that's what matters. How's your back?"

Razzy hummed pleasently as he enjoyed the slower, gentler sex to come down from their recent rigourous activities.

"My back? Oh! Yeah it's fine I'll bandage it in a bit." Blushing Flug reached to feel the wounds.

There was a knock on the door before it opened. "Oh skellies?! You in there?" Demencia peeked in, walking in further when she saw them.

Squeaking Flug snatched a blanket covering himself. "Demencia, get out!"

"Yes, yes we are." Sugar Plum crooned, even as he held back from laughing at Flug as he nearly fell off the bed. "Razzy will come by to heal you later. We don't need Sans coming after us for railing his mate without permission and he'll recognize Razzy's marks, I'm sure. Now, not to chase you, but I think we have another client." He winked at Demencia and slowly massaged his lover's stomach, working out some of the knots that had formed in their recent rough session.

"Come on in dear and have a seat. How can we help you?" Razzy called out, never opening his eyes as he enjoyed the pampering.

Demencia giggled coming into the room and hopping onto the bed openly staring at where they were conjoined. "Cool… So can you feel everything through that?"

Blushing Flug shook his head "Really?!" Huffing, he rubbed his face, wiggling around feeling sore.

"Of course." Razzy answered casually. "It is as much a part of us as your skin is part of you. Our ecto-bodies are extensions of our magic and are just as sensitive as our bones. This kind of magic comes in very useful for skeleton monsters in many different practices. Care to feel for yourself?" He offered, taking a breath and allowing his stomach to appear to move as if his breath actually affected its structure.

Sugar Plum for once, was content to stay silent and work his brother over while watching the girl. She interested him in much the same way Flug interested Razzy. Her wildness stirred something in him and he wanted to find out what, but he was also cautious, not wanting to get attached. He had Razzy and in the end, that was enough.

Nodding Demencia grinned scooting forward and running her hands down Sugar Plum's side and over his ass, squeezing it. "Feels real enough to me~"

Sugar Plum gasped as her chill hands ran over his still heated magic causing it to release static and making him shiver and shift slightly deeper into Razzy than he meant to.

Razzy moaned loud and deep at the deeper drag, sighing as his brother retreated. Cracking open a socket and half-smiling, he asked, "So just here to watch and question? We have all night." Sugar Plum had returned to kneading his stomach and giving shallow, slow thrusts, easing muscles inside and out.

Grinning Demencia nodded, "I've been in a pretty long dry spell… You said you could make anything, right? That does sound like a good time. Any tentacles?" She asked fantasizing about Black Hat and how these skeletons could make it come true.

Flug groaned, "They aren't Black Hat."

"We aren't Sans either." Sugar Plum pointed out, looking pointedly at Flug, smiling to show he meant nothing off-color. "Tell me doll, why are you so enraptured by Mr. Tall-and-Dark?" He raised a bone brow at her. "And I'm not talking about the gushy stuff, though that is always fun." He tickled Razzy for a moment before he got batted away. "I mean, why him over any other villain. What makes him your only enchantment?"

Blushing she gushed, "Because have you seen him! He's so powerful and strong and oh boy how evil and when he shows no mercy Ah! The way he guts villains is like an art! He's an untouchable man~" Demencia sighed dreamily.

Rolling his eyes Flug shook his head. "You said the same thing about that one woman villain that tried to choke you out."

"What can I say I like them rough and dangerous!" She shrugged.

Razzy and Sugar Plum shared a glance before breaking down laughing together. "Well dear, hate to break it to you, but your man ain't completely untouchable and has a soft streak that you apparently haven't seen. It's amazing what you see when a man lets down his guard." Razzy hiccuped out between giggles before erupting into another fit of laughter. "No no, she would never do him." he choked out to Sugar as they shared different options from the Underground.

"Oh, who, who?!" Demencia giggled, leaning forward eagerly.

Sugar Plum used his magic to snag one of his boots and bring it to him before digging his phone out of an inside pocket and tapping away on it to bring up a picture. "He isn't a looker by any means, but he's the roughest sweetheart in the Underground. He'll kill anybody for just about anything, but you get on his good side and he'll protect you forever and a day." He explained as he showed her a monster from the second deepest sector of the Underground.

"He's a Horror sector inhabitant, goes by Crooks. He doesn't talk much and will eat anything, just watch out for his spaghetti. It isn't usually what it seems." Razzy was still laughing. They both figured if she took any monster, it would be Crook's brother or the only monster remaining from the first sector, but she had asked.

Tilting her head she hummed. "He is pretty tall. I do like them tall, not that I'm against shortys. They are cute in their own right. You can snuggle them close, but tall people can snuggle you close. So… Are you guys gonna set me up with someone?"

"We can introduce you," Razzy aquiessed, pulling Sugar Plum up to cuddle, spooning his little mate, their fucking clearly done for now. They both let their genetalia meld back into their bodies leaving them physically genderless. "But if they don't sync with you, they won't give you the time of day, assuming they let you live. Monsters don't date. We find who we are destined for and that is who we stay with for the rest of our lives. You will have to understand that."

Sugar Plum nodded, watching her Soul. She was connected to Black Hat, but up close he could see that her bond to him was one sided and fraying heavily. It wouldn't take much to snap that bond and help her build and much stronger new one, should she actually want to.

Perking up she nodded. "A meeting couldn't hurt! At least I wouldn't have to worry about being lead on…"

Grinning Flug smiled "Yeah, it would be good for you to crush on someone else for a while."

"Oh hush Flugsy!" Demencia pushed him.

"Well, assuming you can dodge well enough, it shouldn't be too dangerous." Sugar Plum allowed. "But you will have to go to him. He won't come out of the Underground right now and that is probably for the best. He looks after his brother and if his brother comes up, well, they both have a taste for human flesh."

Razzy nodded solemnly. "Unless you bond, either one might kill you just to eat. Life in the deepest sectors is rough."

"Truthfully, humans are really tasty so I can understand that! I can go down there sometime for a date~ Oh Flugsy, you have to help me pick the right outfit!" Demencia squealed wiggling around happily.

Smiling softly Flug chuckled. "Of course I'll help…" chucking he added "Now we just need to set up 5.0.5." The comment amused both villains.

The brother's glanced at each other and silently agreed. These humans were strange. On a good note, they may have just improved Crooks's and Murder's lives for the foreseeable future and taken a load off of Fell by distracting the girl from his mate. "So…, anyway, anything else we can do for you, darling?" Sugar Plum asked as he wiggled even closer to Razzy, allowing his mate's newly reformed dick to rest in the line of his ass and causing Razzy to subconsciously give a small thrust forward and hum lightly, vibrating both of them pleasantly.

Grinning she crept forward. "Well there is one thing I can think of~" she said looking at Sugar Plum's magic where both skeletons genitals resided before.

Giving a disgusted look Flug turned away. "I don't want to see that. Love you guys and all but sorry Demencia I don't want to see your love life."

Laughing she leaned forward she licked at the magic, licking up to his ribs. "Your loss."

Razzy laughed at Flug's reaction, considering what the kid had just been like a short time ago. Had this woman entered the room while he was still under their effects, he would have fucked her without question. "Your loss kid. I'll be by later. A hot bath should help with your muscle aches, followed by some cool compresses. Otherwise you won't walk for a month. You may not feel it now, but trust me, it's coming." His eyelight flickered in a wink before he turned to their new client.

Sugar Plum's ectobody sucked in at the stimulating touch and the cold trail it left behind. "You cut right to the chase, don't you darling. Got a preference on how or what you want?" His body was already pushing to release some sort of sexual organ to get things rolling. He wanted to make sure he got to really see what she could do in her element though. Something told him this could be just as wild as what they'd just gone through and he was excited.

"Oh yeah! Get me some cocks that can rock my world! Bigger the better. Oh, OH, and tentacles! Wrap me up and choke me out!" Demencia giggled practically pouncing into Sugar Plum's lap.

Flug squeaked covering his ears and scurrying to the door. "I don't want to hear this!"

Both skeletons looked at the door as it slammed shut before bowling over laughing. "He can take the abuse, but hearing someone else going for the same shit and he goes redder than Red when you get him under the covers. Bloody cherry. He's gonna be such fun when he's older." Sugar Plum cackled.

Razzy was choking on air as pink tears of magic raced down his skull from laughing so hard. "I never thought I'd see that from our little exhibitonist. So cute!"

It took them several minutes before they could calm down enough to try to get their magic working again to get to work on Demencia. They wouldn't leave a fun time waiting for long after all.

Slapping his cheeks Flug made his way to his bathroom not really noticing the small trail of cum that leaked from his asshole down his leg. Going to his tub he quickly filled it up easing in with a moan of pleasure. The heat was so nice.

"Razzy was right, a good soak is what I needed after that rough wrecking they put me through." His back stung a bit but not bad since he's been getting used to Sans's wounds. Closing his eyes, he hummed. "This was a pretty good day. I think I get how Sugar Plum and Razzy work now… I don't think my body could take being a Lust monster. So much sex!"

The desire to be filled was like needing to breathe. It was like he blacked out and someone else was controlling his body. Razzy was right in saying going through that without having sex would probably kill him. "Damn is that what Heats are like?" Frowning Flug sunk deeper into the water. Living like that must be hard, he was glad that the brothers enjoyed spending time with him. They often said he treated them different than others and now Flug just felt more determined to make sure they enjoyed themselves and were treated like everyone else. "They shouldn't be treated different just 'cause they are like that. It's not their fault, it's their bodies. Those people are stupid."

Huffing Flug realised his mate was among those stupid people. At least Sans didn't stop Flug from hanging out with them. Washing up Flug cleaned himself of all of their cum, wincing slightly as he cleaned his back. The water quickly grew a pink color and Flug pulled the plug. Drying off, he stumbled into his room to get some clothes. His legs felt like jello and his ass was throbbing from the wreckage Razzy done to him. Going through his own dresser drawers, Flug frowned, not finding anything he wanted. Looking at Sans's door he went into his room and dug through his clothes, picking out a loose shirt and some basketball shorts that with their size difference edged up on his thighs. Snatching a hoodie, Flug breathed in the calming smell of Sans before slipping it on. It felt good to wear Sans's clothes.

Padding slowly to the lab Flug looked at their shared list of projects before looking at his own hastily scribbled list of things. A few were things for the Gaster Gang. One however was marked with a heart simply stating 'ring,' Smiling, Flug looked around for materials. "Now would be a great time to work on his ring. I could even size check it on Sugar Plum if I need too!" Looking around and picking through some of his metals Flug frown. Nothing screamed Sans.

Then it hit him, the perfect thing for his space loving skeleton. A meteorite ring! Not only would it be a ring made out of a rock from space, but the metal that could be obtained from it had a distinctive, patterned look. To make a ring out of this would be symbolic of how their relationship could and would withstand the test of space and time as it was also dated to be far older than either of them. Flug remembered asking Black Hat to retrieve a piece of the Gibeon meteorite when he heard about it landing in the desert of Namibia, Africa in scattered pieces. The Namibian government banned the export of Gibeon meteorite, as any newly discovered pieces were protected as national monuments. This would mean that while Flug would likely be able to get some through his usual black market group, but the price would be exceedingly outrageous. Sending Black Hat was the only solution to getting his hands on the rock before increasingly limited supply ran out. Thankfully the demon had been in an exceptionally good mood when he had asked. He had only required a small amount of compensation that day, likely due to the masses he had killed in getting it.The meteorite had a pattern found only in diamonds and gemstones, something of a refractory coloration and striation. It also had dark spots and tiny holes all over the surface from other metals, what others might have called imperfections. These small blemishes were what Flug believed Sans, as someone infatuated with space, would love. Personally, they reminded him of the moon's craters.Taking out the meteorite, Flug got to work using lasers to shave off the rock until it was a ring-like shape, then he started grinding it down. Sanding and shining up the rock until it was smooth, Flug added a coating so it wouldn't catch on Sans's bones. Flug sighed as he finished, holding the perfect ring in his gloved palm as he sat down. It was beautiful.

"Perfect. You will look amazing on Sans." Smiling, Flug stuck it in a small black box and placed it inside his desk. Wiping off some sweat, Flug turned on the fans, grateful Sans fixed the airflow in the lab. "So smart~" Nuzzling into Sans's jacket, he rolled his chair in front of a fan, enjoying the air before he started working again.

Looking back at his list, he bit his lip. Going to the lounge, he grabbed his phone before making the slow trek back to the lab. Opening up his messages, he took the ring back out of the desk and opened the box snapping a picture of it. Biting his lip he hesitated before clicking on a contact, Gaster. Typing out a short professional message he sent the picture.

Flug: Hello,

This is Flug, Sans's mate. I'm making him a meteorite ring and wanted to know if you think he would like it.

Thank you.

Tossing his phone down after he hit send Flug groaned scrubbing at his face, "Stupid stupid stupid!" Tucking the ring back into the desk, Flug looked at the phone as if the man himself would come through it and smack him for wasting his time.

It took several hours before the phone beeped to signal a response. Gaster's ID illuminating the screen.

Gaster: Quite an interesting material you have there. I could not tell you for sure if he would like it or dislike it. I admit that I never paid much attention to his personal inclinations or interests. I could try to get a reaction from the others if you would like?

Blushing as he read the text, Flug gave himself a small nod of encouragement before texting back.

Flug: I would very much appreciate it. I would have liked it better to stay a secret before I showed him it. Would that be possible? I understand Sans isn't really talking with you much, but just in case.

Groaning, Flug thumped his head against the desk as he hit send. He felt like he was trying to impress one of his teachers. He was hopeless!

Gaster: Actually we seem to be making progress. You can ask him later. I will have the others send their responses shortly.

Blinking in surprise, Flug grinned, proud of his mate for making the step without him. He understood why Sans didn't like his father, but still believed that Gaster had changed, at least a little, while in the Void.

Flug: I will be sure to ask when he gets back. Thank you again!

It was several hours later when Flug's phone started beeping consecutively, sometimes cutting off one notification with another as responses to the ring poured in from almost every member of the house. The only one who didn't reply was Blindy.

Fell: So you two are doing things by human traditions? Looks like you are moving right along. Keep that safe. Bonding items can be rather useful.

Segoe: Oh! That is so pretty! I love it. I bet Sans will too. Really nice choice!

He had several emotes thrown in, breaking up his text, hearts and stars as well as different excited and lovey faces.

Astral: That wouldn't happen to be Gibeon meteorite stone, now would it? According to this device's information source, those are next to impossible to procure. If you have any more of it, do you think you could send some? I'd like to study it further.

Gaster: Well, it does appear the others approve of your ring. I assume they will send their own input. I have advised they do so. Blindy can't see it, but I'm sure he will send you a voice clip later. He is getting better at utilizing the device you sent him.

Jumping Flug almost dropped the device he was working on to rush over to his buzzing phone. Grinning and blinking back tears Flug couldn't help but feel touched by each response. It helped him feel better knowing they thought it was a good looking ring. Sitting down he started texting his reply to each.

Flug to Fell: We are doing a mix of both traditions. We most likely won't have a wedding but having a ring to showcase our bond felt right. I will be sure to keep it safe. Thank you.

Flug to Segoe: Thank you! I really hope he likes it!

He added a lot of happy faces and hearts to his text as well.

Flug to Astral: It is! I will definitely save you some to study! I'll send it with my next group of devices.

Flug to Gaster: Thank you for your help. I will make sure to inform you on how Sans reacts.

After some hesitation he added… Also, Sans likes stars and space.

Gaster: Like Astral's kids. Interesting. I will make a note of that. Wonder what caused that development.

After reading Gaster's response Flug turned back to his lab working on a device for Blindy. It couldn't be very fun for the romantic not being able to work devices as easy as the others. Creating a more vision impaired friendly phone Flug tested it out a few times asking for certain things and sending messages to himself. It worked almost perfectly. Setting it aside Flug strained on lifting a medium sized TV onto his table. Messing with its innards he fixed it up until it picked up a good signal even testing it against the Void's signal. It worked great! Fixing up a DVD player he added it to his small pile to go to the Void. Ordering some movies and books to arrive the next day he marked off his list before turning to their work list.

Going back to his device he slowly finished all of the fireball shooters and turning to another regular order of antigravity boxes. Finishing around four in the morning Flug stumbled out of the lab yawning. Flopping onto Sans's bed he buried his face in Sans's pillow breathing in his scent and falling asleep.

Waking up alone was not normal and he felt a pang in his Soul. Looking sadly at the empty spot next to him, Flug slowly got out of bed, trudging to Razzy's and Sugar Plum's door. Knocking on it. "Hey, you guys still here?"

"It's open." Sugar Plum's voice echoed out through the sound proofing as the door had been left cracked when Demencia left during the night. He sounded groggy, suggesting they had actually slept at some point in the night and were still waking up. "Babe, mind if I take a morning snack?" His question was followed shortly by an indistinct hum from Razzy and the sound of shifting blankets.

Walking into the room Flug fidgeted with the cuffs of Sans's jacket. "So you guys have fun last night? I never saw you so figured you were busy all night…"

The blankets over Razzy's waist shifted a bit before Sugar Plum's voice could be heard. "Humans are certainly amazing. That girl lasted well into the morning, longer than almost any monster not in Heat that we've handled. So many positions too. I think I even learned a thing or two and I'm almost two centuries old." The blanket dropped again and the occasional wet sound could be heard.

Razzy groaned as he pushed himself up on his elbows to look at Flug, the blankets falling slightly to start to show his brother's head at work, but not enough to see what was being worked. "Sorry I didn't make it around to heal your back. How'd you sleep?"

Blushing Flug scrubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, kinda worked until I passed out. I slept in Sans's bed so it was comforting… So, do you think she will impress Crow, or whatever his name was?"

Razzy quickly shook his head. They'd seen the tail end of her eating the bird whole the day before. "I don't think introducing her to Crow would be a good idea, but I do wonder how you know him. He isn't normally very social. We do think she would be okay with Murder though. After last night, she is definitely going to be too much for Crooks. We will just have to keep looking for the poor kid. He could use something good." He decided not to comment on Flug's working until he dropped, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere.

Tilting his head Flug blinked "Who-nevermind so Murder? Who is that? He murder people often?" Shifting Flug sat at the end of their bed.

Razzy bounced his head back in forth in a so-so thinking motion. "Relatively. He tries to avoid killing monsters as we don't really provide much in the way of nutrition. He may eat them alive as that is the only way we won't Dust immediately. If he gets ahold of anything not monster though, like a human, then yeah, he'll murder them pretty quick for a good meal."

Flug frowned concerned, "Why? Is he that hungry? Is that sector not getting enough food? Are you guys getting enough food? I-I could make something to get more food to your sector if you are hungry." Flug felt his Soul hurt with the idea that one of his friends aren't receiving what they need.

Razzy shook his head with an easy grin before gasping and doubling over, shoving Sugar Plum down and groaning heavily.

Blushing Flug bit his lip adding quietly, "I think Sugar Plum sure is hungry this morning." Flug gave a small snort wishing Sans was here to enjoy his joke.

Flopping back into the pillows with a sigh, Razzy agreed. "He normally is first thing in the morning. And all throughout the day."

The small skeleton popped his head above the covers with a grin, licking the last of the pink juices off his teeth with a wicked looking split purple tongue. "Nothing beats Razzy first thing in the morning. He gets absolutely soaked while he sleeps." He admitted before slipping out of bed to grab his clothes from where they still sat piled against a wall, where they had been teleported the day before when the three of them had moved their activities to the room.

Razzy hummed, not denying the accusation before pushing himself up. "So, let's have a look at those marks." He motioned for Flug to come to him and turn around, essentially to sit in his lap.

Giggling, Flug shook his head at Sugar Plum's remarks. "It's not nice to tease poor Razzy." Crawling over Flug slipped off Sans's jacket and shirt sitting in Razzy's lap as suggested. Patting his femur, Flug cooed smiling, "Poor Razzy can't help it. I would get wet too if I was in his place."

Hot breath spilled over Flug's neck and shoulders. "Says the one currently teasing." The voice that hissed and rumbled next to Flug's ear was not anything like the voice Razzy usually used, but deeper and rougher, more dangerous. His long arms were around Flug in seconds, one sweeping into the too short shorts and another dragging up his chest to pinch and roll a nipple before caressing his throat.

Sugar Plum looked up quickly, fear abundantly clear in his eyelights. "Flug, whatever you do, don't get hard." He warned. He never used the human's name, but there was no playing around right now. Things had just taken the worst turn they could have.

Gasping his head thumping onto Razzy's shoulder Flug tried to do as Sugar Plum told him, but fuck Razzy was hitting all the perfect spots. After being surrounded by Sans's scent all night and morning he was already slightly horny. His hands found Razzy's instead of pulling them away he felt himself push them closer. "Fuck, sorry Razzy, I just can't help but tease."

"No, nononononono!" Sugar Plum looked at the still cracked open door and what was unfolding in front of him. He'd hoped they'd be home before Razzy actually lost his composure. He'd been holding it so perfect that Sugar Plum had believed they'd actually make it. He wasn't sure if he should try to remove Flug from Razzy and get him the hell out or just shut the door and pray to the stars for the best outcome.

"Oh little Flug, I'm not saying to stop." Long teeth scraped Flug's cheek, fangs that normally weren't present now were exceptionally clear as they extended from Razzy's maxilla and well past his jaw. The hand around Flug's throat constricted until almost all airflow had been cut off and sharp claw-tips of previously blunt phalanges dug into his skin. Down in his shorts, Razzy's other hand had already grasped and firmly started to pump him up to full hardness. "Just make sure you can handle the consequences." he purred.

Gasping for air Flug looked at Sugar Plum scared as he clawed at Razzy's hand. He should have listened! Razzy was acting strange and Sugar Plum could tell that Flug couldn't handle it. This was Papyrus all over again! Fuck he had to get out of here! Moaning at the sharp pump to his cock Flug felt the rest of his air leave him, Razzy's claws leaving none to come in. Panicking, Flug scrambled, his hand latching onto Razzy's radius, shoving it away. He cried out as claws scraped along his skin, but he was finally able to breathe. Pushing back on Razzy's ribs Flug turned to Sugar Plum with panicked eyes. "Help! Fuck help!"

Sugar Plum looked between the two, torn, but finally teleported to Flug, kicking his brother in the chest, forcing his hand out of Flug's short and ripping the waistband slightly before trying to teleport, only to be grabbed mid-jump and fall back to the bed. Dropping Flug over the edge instead. "Run. Don't come back in here, no matter what you hear." He choked out as Razzy dragged him back, claws slipping through his bones to keep him from getting away.

Razzy's normally carefree smile and light pink eyelights had been replaced by an almost cruelly seductive leer and his magic was much darker, almost light red. His tongue hung from his mouth, much too long to be kept behind teeth. His fangs glimmered with his magic, showing just how close he had been to Marking Flug.

Gasping Flug scrambled for the door looking back at Sugar Plum and a monster that didn't even resemble his friend Razzy. No, this was the Lust sector's doing. Giving a small, "I'm sorry Sugar!" Flug slammed the door shut and leaning heavily against it panting to catch his breath and trying to get the sight of Razzy dragging Sugar Plum back, out of his head. It was like a horror movie!

The room may have been sound proof, but the scream that cut through the walls in the next few seconds cut through whatever had been put in place. Even Sugar Plum couldn't handle what was happening in their room and his screams attested to that. The sound of the lock in the door clicking into place notified Flug that even through this, Sugar Plum would not let him in.

Covering his mouth as tears streamed down his cheeks, Flug felt like this was his first time working with Black Hat, hearing the screams of heroes as they were mercilessly slaughtered. Shaking his head he stumbled to his feet and making his way to Sans's bedroom. "They better not destroy Sans's jacket..." Stealing another from Sans's closet Flug frowned at the deep scratches Razzy made. Going to their bathroom he patched the scratches up and grabbed one of Sans's turtleneck sweaters to hide the bandages. "That should do."

Walking slowly to the kitchen to warn 5.0.5 and Demencia to not bother the two, Flug rubbed at his sore joints. Razzy sure did like it rough. Finding 5.0.5 first he smiled as the bear offered him a still warm cookie.

"Arro? Arro roo." 5.0.5 babbled patting Flug's head.

"Thanks, they taste really good. Oh 5.0.5 don't go into the Lust brothers rooms. No matter what you hear, okay? It's really dangerous right now."

Fear shown in his eyes and his daisy wiggled in fear. "Arro! Roo roo aroo!"

"I'm fine, I know buddy, just stay on this side of the mansion until they go back home. I don't want you to get hurt or worse lose your pureness." Flug scratched 5.0.5's belly chuckling as he stomped his foot pleased at the scratches. "Now you be good, I'm going to go check on Demencia and then we can go watch a movie."

Walking to the girl's room he knocked on the door before peeking inside. "Hey, Demencia? Just wanted to check on you and tell you not to go into the Lust brothers' room."

Groaning Demencia rolled over chucking a pillow at Flug's head, "You are such a party pooper!"

Blinking at being smacked with a pillow Flug shook his head hitting her in the face with it. "Hey, we are setting you up with a guy. In all seriousness don't go to their room, it's dangerous right now. I'll give you their number and you can hit them up later, but not now."

Huffing she relented seeing the fear in Flug's eyes, not that it wasn't common anyway, but he seemed to really be concerned. "Fine… Oh did they tell you any more about my skeleton I'm hooking up with?"

Frowning Flug nodded, "Yeah, they are thinking Murder. I think he's Crooks's brother? Either way it sounds like he's from a poor area and is constantly hungry. I'll help you make some snacks for when you go to meet him. Might help him not try to eat you."

Grinning Demencia giggled, "Maybe I want him to eat me, you know, eat me out, like-"

"I get it! Gross! I don't want to hear that!" Flug shivered shoving at her. "I try to help and you are all sexual."

"I can't help it Flugsy! Just the thought of having a man all over me is exciting!" She gave an excited wiggle clutching her chest like a love sick fool.

"Okay, calm down, it looks like you had plenty of guys all over you last night. You want me to heal those up for you?" Flug motioned to her scrapes and love bites peeking out from under her sleep shirt.

Giggling, she shook her head, poking a bruise. "Nah, I kinda like them."

"Weirdo. Come on, me and 5.0.5 are going to go watch a movie. I don't trust you not to go bother them if I leave you alone."

Another, louder, pained scream cut through the mansion as he finished speaking, punctuating the dire state of things in the Lust brothers' room several floors away.

"Dang..." Demencia looked in the direction the scream came from.

Both jolted as 5.0.5 burst inside whimpering and trying to hide behind Flug even though he was twice his size. "Arrooooooo!"

"I know buddy, come on, let's go watch a loud movie." Flug offered taking a claw into his and leading him further from the screams. "Come on Demencia!" A groan was heard before the scuttle of her following. Setting up a happy animated film Flug sat between the two starting the movie and letting the calmness wash over them. In the back of his mind Flug worried about Sugar Plum but he didn't dare disturb their door. He was grateful Black Hat was still away with Fell, otherwise there might have been trouble with all the screaming.

Blindy's response to the mass text session the night before came through in the middle of the movie. "I heard you got Sans a space rock ring! Gaster also told me you don't want him to know. Don't worry, we won't tell. So tell me, are you gonna be the one to propose, all on one knee and all! I gotta know! That would be so romantic!"

Looking at his flashing phone Flug got up, going to the other room to listen to it, blushing he texted back.

Flug: No, nothing like that I don't think. We already agreed to make rings for each other to exchange. A more physical representation of our bond. Oh I made a device that might help you. I'll send it when Sans gets back along with some books.

It was three movies later when there was a knock on the doorway to the room where everyone was watching the movie. An exhausted looking Sugar Plum leaned against the doorway, fully dressed once more, but looking different. His normally tight leather pants hung loose on his hips and around his femurs. His crop top ended on empty air, ectobody nowhere to be seen. He was wearing his vest as well to try to cover his spine and empty lower body. He wasn't used to not having it to fill out his clothes. His eyelights were dimmer, but still clearly defined, but he shook faintly as he propped himself up. "Hey." He whispered, barely having any voice left.

Flug gasped rushing over refraining from touching him even though he wanted to wrap him in a comforting hug. Ushering him into the kitchen and onto a chair Flug got out some of 5.0.5's cookies and a large glass of milk. "Here, eat these, you are probably exhausted. Do you want some tea with honey?"

"S-sure. Thanks." He was mostly quiet, dodging answering the first statement. He seemed to almost expect something from Flug, but didn't say anything, just watched as he moved around the kitchen. Giving a small shiver and gripping his arms, Sugar Plum fought the falling of his sockets and leaned, more like laid, on the island counter he had been sat at.

Frowning Flug looked at Sugar Plum "Oh Sugar… Can you eat a few bites before you fall asleep? I don't want you to get low on magic. Come on a few bites and then you can go lay down." Flug pushed the plate closer a cookie practically touching his teeth.

Giving a small laugh then flinching, Sugar Plum forced himself to sit up and take one, eating slowly. Not meeting Flug's gaze, he commented quietly. "You can if you want. Probably the safest time for it."

Blinking Flug bit his lip unsure what Sugar Plum was talking about, "I can what?"

"Hug me." He took a long drink of the milk to coat his hoarse throat before continuing. "You have a strong desire to. I can feel that stuff."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Sugar Plum shook his head, a small, sad smile blooming over his face. "Don't make me uncomfortable." he had to clear his throat and take a few more bites of cookie and a drink before continuing. "Never did. Physical contact, it stimulates us. We like it. Just, differently I suppose. Can't do anythin' now though. Couldn't get aroused if I wanted. So, if you're comfortable, you can. It's safe."

Flug didn't need to hear anymore as he scooped Sugar Plum into his arms holding him protectively close. "Thank you… I'm sorry I caused so much trouble earlier. I wish I could do more to help." The kettle squealed and Flug turned with Sugar Plum still in his arms, used to holding Sans, he was able to make a sweet cup of tea with a lot of soothing honey. "Here you go. Do you want to lay down?"

Sugar Plum shook his head and grabbed another cookie as they passed the plate again. "Would… Razzy would like a word. If you will… If… He's sorry." He curled into himself, expecting harsh words and disgust. He'd purposely been avoiding reading Flug directly for fear of seeing what he saw in everyone else.

"Of course, Sugar." Flug cut him off before he could continue the sad train of words. "Is he still in your room? Do you want me-can I carry you there?" Flug rephrased giving Sugar Plum a smile and snatching the plate of cookies to bring with them.

The small skeleton smiled, nodded and curled slightly closer to Flug, flinching lightly at their steps, but still trying to return some small amount of affection. On the way he sipped and blew on his hot tea and occasionally dipped and ate his cookies. They didn't mesh well, but it was food and the honey helped.

Reaching their door covered in sticker hearts Flug knocked on the door peeking inside. "Razzy, can we come inside?"

"Please do." He sounded upset, but not as downtrodden as his brother had earlier. His appearance had returned to normal, if not better than normal. His bones seemed whiter, his ecto-body sparkled and glittered vibrant and bright, and his eyes had returned to their fluorescent pink. He looked as inviting and seductive as ever. He was also completely dressed and he sat on the edge of the bed, which had been made and showed no sight of the messes that had been made on it in the past day and a half.

Walking in Flug smiled sitting down next to him and placing the cookies between them. "You look… Sparkly!" Frowning down at the sheets Flug sighed "I want to apologize for teasing you earlier. I didn't mean to tip you over the edge and hope you can forgive me. I would hate to lose both your friendships over a stupid mistake. I should-"

"No Flug." Razzy cut him off, standing and pacing, still not looking at him. "You shouldn't be apologizing. We knew this could and likely would happen. We should have warned you much sooner. After what I just did, you compliment me, you accept me? You take the blame? No, it isn't right. Even we know that. I- I was going to rape you!" Razzy shouted at the walls, sparkling pink tears running down his skull. "I hurt my mate, something that is nigh impossible to do. I nearly severed your bond just to take you. How… Why… What are you doing here?" He went to a wall and leaned against it, unable to face someone who had called him friend, unable to face his brother, lover, and mate. Hating himself for how he was and his lack of control.

Frowning Flug set Sugar Plum onto the bed walking over to Razzy. Hesitating Flug took a breath before turning him around and hugging him. "Shut up you stupid idiot. You are my friend. It wasn't your fault that you acted that way. I know this and so does Sugar. You wouldn't have raped me because I was perfectly okay with it until you started choking me out. I can't-won't be upset with you over this because I understand how you feel. Your life is a fuckin' heat! You can't control it! You aren't like Papyrus in being out of control, this wasn't your fault." Flug held him tight before drawing back and holding his shoulders at arms length. "You are a wonderful person and you can't tell me any different."

Sugar Plum took a sharp breath when he saw Flug pull Razzy into a hug, flinching in sympathy for his brother who was currently brimming and overflowing with their magic. He held his breath as Flug spoke while holding him so close. Finally the kid let him go. Sugar Plum hoped Razzy could hold back, cause this was torture on them both, and if he hadn't been drained and sore as he was, he was sure he'd have jumped Flug by now for all the touches he felt through his brother's bond.

Shuddering through the tears, Razzy froze when he felt the incoming hug seconds before it reached his hypersensitive ecto-flesh. He barely heard the words Flug spoke through the roaring magic in his skull. Finally he pulled away and sense started to return, along with his hearing as the contact diminished. He heard the last statement and just shook his head. He was a terrible being. How could Flug not see that! "You're wrong. I am not 'wonderful'. I'm terrible." He broke from Flug's grip, glad that Flug didn't hold onto him too tightly and returned to the bed, sitting with his back to the headboard and knees drawn up, sniffling.

Frowning Flug sat down in front of him, his Soul filled with Determination. "What makes you terrible? Is it the urges? Tell me. Tell me and I will fix it."

Both brothers flinched as the trait flared, wreaking havoc on their sight. "Told you. I would have raped you. How can someone who would rape their best friend, their only friend, be wonderful? Hell, might as well say I raped Plum too. Stars know he would have run if I hadn't grabbed him. Had every right to as well. I nearly killed him. He's only as good as he is now cause I healed him soon as I got my wits back. He was almost completely Dust. I can't heal him anymore right now or I'll make him sick." Razzy shook his head, never raising it from where he hid it in his patellas.

Glaring Flug stood up pointing to Sugar Plum, "Don't you dare leave." before making his way to his lab. Grabbing a few syringes and test tubes he made his way back.

Looking at Razzy wide-eyed, Sugar Plum whispered, "I think that that pissed him off more than your lust. He's never ordered me around like that before. I'm scared now. You wanna leave while we can?"

Razzy simply shook his head. "I deserve whatever he will do to me."

Sugar Plum sighed aggravatedly, but knew he wouldn't be able to sway him. This had happened several times when they were much younger and Razzy had tried to fight his magic only to take him without permission or restraint. It usually took months of self blame and pity before he started to move on.

Flug walked back into the room giving a small relieved sigh that Sugar didn't teleport them away while he was gone. "Okay I need magic and marrow. I'm going to fix this Lust." Flug huffed giving them a crazy grin.

Both skeletons started at him horrified. Razzy had said he deserved anything, but being stripped of his sector was the most terrifying punishment he could imagine.

"W-w-wha- wait! No, why?!" Sugar Plum quickly back-peddaled on the bed, just as terrified as before, but now of Flug instead of his brother.

Tilting his head Flug looked at them like they were the crazy ones. "Why? Because that is what Razzy is saying what's making him a terrible person. Now I'm not sure I can do it, but the least I could probably do is cut down the cravings caused by touch. Sure it wouldn't help with touch on your magic, but it would help for hand holding or hugs kind of touching. I'm almost positive I could make something, but I need magic and marrow. Only a small bit."

Razzy quickly shook his head. "That's not what I'm saying at all! Please! I don't wanna lose my sector. Sugar Plum!" Tears beaded in the edge of his sockets as he stared at the syringes, barely restraining his panic.

Putting his hands out in a calming gesture, Sugar Plum tried to calm the situation down. "Now Flug, why don't we talk about this a bit further. Let's not do anything rash now, okay? Just put the big needles down." His voice shook when he said 'needles', but otherwise he seemed little more than worriedly composed.

Slowly stepping back Flug went to the door setting his supplies outside. Walking to the bed he sat down making sure his movements were slow. "Okay, so I've misunderstood something. Please explain why you both are freaking out to what I believed was an answer to all your problems."

Glancing at his brother to make sure he was alright, Sugar Plum took a calming breath before starting over with their explanations. "Alright, for one. Nee-those things. We don't like 'em. Nobody in our sector does. Two, our lives, home, buisness, jobs, everything, is dictated by how much lust, stimulation, and sex we can provide. Take that away and you will literally be taking away our lives. Every touch to our bones or magic is a stimulus and that is what helps us go as long and hard as we do. Does that all make sense so far?" His voice shook but he tried to keep himself from going into hysterics over their close call.

Nodding Flug bit his lip. "So you wouldn't even want a break from it even though it can cause you to lose control?"

Pointing at Flug as he hit on his next point, Sugar Plum nodded. "Correct. We usually know how to manage it so that we don't. Not everybody has to be as active as we are and some have to fuck much more often. It is just how it is. Either way, if we manage our lust, outbreaks like this rarely, if ever happen. We knew this would happen, and that it would happen relatively soon, just not how soon."

He paused, rubbing at his collar bone and mandible before taking another pull off of his tea and finishing it before continuing. "This happened due to us taking so many long breaks and not using up our, or his lust fast enough. It built up and needed an out. It happens when a monster tries to fight their lust. If they succeed and don't get to fuck anybody or find release, it will lead to them Dusting, just as we warned you the Lust Dust from last night would do to you if you didn't submit to it. Your creation might save anybody who wants to leave our sector, but so could a proper Sector Dusting to allow them to switch sectors. Have I lost you or are you still with us." Sugar Plum had moved back while he talked so he was sitting with his brother with his back to the headboard, but he was still careful not to touch him. He couldn't take any fun right now.

"I… I think I understand. I'm sorry for scaring both of you, I wouldn't force you to lose your Sector when you are happy where you are. I just feel so useless in helping you. I won't try to make anything and will keep the sharp pointy things far away from now on. Again I'm sorry." Flug pushed the cookies closer to them the only thing he could think of to help. "If you still want to come and visit we can do shorter ones next time. And a lot more breaks."

Nodding and slumping with relief, Sugar Plum agreed completely. "More visits sound great. Not sure how the whole breaks thing will work out, but if we stop by for about two or three hours, we should be able to re-regulate if we really book the brothel heavy for the next few days that follow. That should work." He turned to Razzy to double check. "Will that work for you?"

"A-are you sure?" He was still blaming himself but the possibility of not losing a friend was a big help.

Biting his lip Flug thought before nodding, "Yes, I'm positive. I would love for you two to visit more. Maybe I could come visit you between clients sometime?"

Razzy looked at Sugar Plum trying to think of how it might be possible. "We could lock him in the safe?"

"Might work, just gotta watch for Muff and Jerry. Plus Sans'll be a bitch over it. Ah, we'll make it work." Looking over to Flug with a smile, they both nodded. "If we lock you in the safe room you should be able to visit, you'll just have to find a way to get Sans to let ya. You know how he is." Sugar Plum shrugged. That part wasn't his problem.

Nodding Flug beamed "I'm sure I can figure something out. Now…" looking at Razzy, Flug tugged at his turtleneck. "You got some healing you can spare before Sans has a hissy fit?"

Everyone laughed at that and Razzy looked at the deep cuts on Flug's neck. "Did I do those? Ouch." Even as he spoke his hands lit up bright sparkly pink and he cupped them around Flug's neck carefully, almost tenderly. He never actually made contact though, avoiding the stimulation as much as he could.

"Mainly when I pushed you off. It was actually kinda cool how strong I was. Sans said I was stronger than I thought, but I didn't really feel it." Blushing he added, "I'm not really a fighter."

"We know." Razzy chuckled. "Thanks for not breaking my arm though. Would have been easy enough in the moment." He pulled his hands away from Flug's neck, no trace of the marks remaining. "Now lets see your back, no messing around this time." He smiled wanly at the poor joke, recalling what had started the whole mess.

Chuckling Flug lifted the back of his sweater only up to the wound. "Now I'm watching you mister funny bones." Flug smirked.

Shaking his head, Razzy couldn't stop the smile that came out at the pun. "Don't you know, you shouldn't tease a horny skeleton?" He held his hands over the scabbed wounds, watching as they closed without a trace before letting them fall. "All done."

"Thanks. I feel a lot better. So are you both staying a bit longer or do you need to leave soon?"

"It is probably best we get back. I have a butt-load of magic to burn off and Sugar can build his back up with the kids slowly. You have our number. Oh, just a tip Flug? If either of us are 'sparkly' please don't touch. I know Sugar Plum said you could touch him, but he's also completely drained. Complete opposite with me right now." Razzy explained with a shy grin.

Flug felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over his Soul. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-I just-it was stupid of me…" covering his face he groaned feeling like scum. He asked Sugar and totally forgot to ask Razzy if he was okay with it. He should have asked him too! He knew touch set them off and he went and pushed Razzy even more.

"Flug? Shut up." Razzy laughed.

"Hey pet? Come here." Sugar Plum tapped the spot directly in front of him firmly as he folded his legs under him.

Hanging his head he scooted to where Sugar Plum directed. "I'm a horrible friend, I'm so sorry…"

Razzy waved him off. "I'm worse, now listen to Sugar." He leaned back and took a deep breath, closing his sockets.

"You trust us, right?" Sugar Plum knew it was a loaded question after what just happened, but he wanted to ask anyway. Sans was gonna kill him if he ever found out about this, but he really didn't give a damn since Sans would likely kill them if he ever found out about any or everything in the past two days.

Nodding Flug easily replied, "Of course."

"Good, now breathe." Sugar Plum smirked as he remembered he'd given the exact same instruction when he'd smacked Flug with the Lust Dust. This was much more intimate though. Reaching out, he set his two middle phalanges on either side Flug's temple and followed his own instruction.

Blinking Flug closed his eyes breathing as Sugar Plum told him.

Open your eyes, numbskull or he won't see anything. Razzy's voice echoed in Sugar Plum's head as he subconsciously closed his sockets to concentrate during the casting.

I know, had to think. Jeez. Go fuck a snowball. Sugar Plum bit back.

Flug's eyes shot open. "I-I can hear your thoughts! H-how? Why?!"

"Don't move. If you break my hold you'll lose it. This is really complex. Now, if you look at me, you'll probably see a whole mess of magic. Don't worry about it. I'm lending you my ability to see, hear, and feel, without my magic's influence. Try to feel the bond, the way you feel Sans's. You should pick up Razzy too." Sugar Plum spoke softly and his words echoed through the bond, bouncing back with an edge of Razzy's voice as well, even though he wasn't saying them.

"This is amazing." Looking at the magic around Sugar Plum he could only see a mess of pink magic barely contained by Sugar Plum's natural purple. It went far beyond his body, which should have been impossible, but it was magic. He tried to feel the bond between them gasping at the echo of feeling. "Your bond is so strong. Is this how our bond will be when I'm a mature monster hybrid?"

More or less. Razzy mused. This is our bond. Each is different. We've been bonded for my entire life so I don't have a clue what is feels like to not have a bond. Love here won't show me.

That's 'cause you don't need to know. Sugar Plum bit back, teasing.

Don't you- A sharp, arousing, mind consuming wave of pleasure washed through the bond for a second before disappearing. If that is why you did this, I'm gonna make you handle the next Jerry to come into the brothel.

Fucking shit. You know I hate those guys and they don't even tip. I'm not even sure how to fuck them. Sugar Plum complained, but the second the warning had been lain down it had been accepted as Sugar Plum openly admitted his deception without words. Understanding ran through the bond stronger than feeling, more as a background dictate than a thought. Having shown Flug the sensation of touch that Razzy was currently dealing with, he broke the magic, releasing Flug's mind. "Fun, huh?" he asked aloud, smirking.

Flug nodded amazed. "That was-was so cool! I could see your magic and hear you talk through your bond and-and could feel Razzy's lust when you touched him! That was AMAZING!" Flug gushed looking at Sugar Plum in awe, if he was a skeleton he bet would have stars in his sockets.

The brothers laughed lightly at Flug's enthusiasm. "Yeah, well, wasn't just for the sights. You've experienced what the average kid in our sector feels. We are adults, much more powerful. You've got more power than either of us, but you still got to see how our kids are. What this was for was so you could see how we, as in us specifically feel at this moment." Sugar Plum explained before Razzy picked up for him, letting his voice rest.

"Right now, he's worn out so he feels about the same or similar to how Sans normally feels. You felt the mess I'm feeling right now too though. He barely touched me. I'm not tryin' to guilt ya, but you gave me a full on hug. Usually my sense of touch isn't so sensitive, just as his is usually much more sensitive. We aren't sayin' you can't ever touch us or provide affection, but try to remember what we are and how we experience the world. We enjoy it, but we hold back a lot for people who aren't from our sector, be they human or monster." Razzy had looked up at the ceiling for his entire speech, his sockets barely open as he kept his breathing slow and even. The mere scent of Flug and Sugar Plum in his vicinity had him wanting to go several more rounds, but he was holding off until he got home.

"I think I understand now. Sorry again, I'm an idiot sometimes when it comes to monsters and touching. I mean I did kiss Sugar Plum a few minutes after we met. I'm stupid on affection when it's too much." Flug rubbed the back of his neck blushing.

"The right hook that followed that was pretty intense too." Sugar Plum chuckled good naturedly.

"Stop apologizing kid. We kinda expect it of you. Even through everything though, you still stick by us. That is more than our own kind do. We may get a bit more handsy in return is all. Just remember, with us, saying no isn't always enough. We won't hold it against you if you use whatcha got to to stop us if it isn't. We can't emphasize that enough, especially if you ever plan to visit us in our own sector. Trust me when I say we won't be anywhere near as 'behaved' when we are at home." Razzy smiled, but he looked exhausted.

Nodding Flug smiled. "I'll be sure to do that. Now, go on home you both look exhausted. Text me when you want to get together again."

Cheekily Razzy lifted his phone and tapped out "Fuck me?" and sent it to Flug even as Sugar Plum lightly slugged him.

Laughing Flug shook his head. "You're horrible. Go home."

"Oh well. I tried. Let's go hun. I'll carry you through the ruins." Razzy rumbled, pulling his brother into his lap.

"Catch ya later pet." Sugar Plum waved before they disappeared in a sugary breeze.

Shaking his head Flug jolted as his phone buzzed in his hand seeing a message saying his books and movies were delivered. He quickly went and grabbed them adding them to his pile destined for the Void. Smiling Flug looked at the pile. He liked having friends. He liked being able to do things for them. Going to his notes he scribbled down a note to create a device to help out Murder and his sector.

Sighing he turned back to his devices on one of Sans's smart hovering tables and got back to work building four devices at a time clearing off their list slowly but effectively. He continued late into the night only pausing for meals 5.0.5 brought him and short naps. He continued this process for the rest of the week, only stopping before his body felt like jelly and his brain full of cotton so that he could rest without collapsing in the lab and chancing an accident.

Sans

Leaning back against his work table back in the lab, Sans dragged a hand over his face and groaned. It had been so hard for him to just leave the kid, no his mate, sitting in the bath, bloated with his seed and begging for kisses. He was relieved that Flug hadn't asked him where or why he was suddenly up and disappearing for the next few days. He really didn't want to lie, but he couldn't tell him. It would ruin the surprise.

Turning to his workstation, he quickly started loading the data into a small memory stick he had put there earlier when he had left. The drive had several terabytes of space, but his project was huge. With the recent developments of finding out that his blasters lived in the void and his dad was still alive and well in the same space and could cross on a whim, he had a lot of work ahead of him if he wanted to make sure this was as safe as possible for Flug. He couldn't stand it if he lost him after six hundred years of waiting.

Careful to not sever his bond, he also started closing the line of communication he had been building slowly with Flug. This whole endeavour was bound to have him frayed at the edges after a day or two and he didn't want to worry his Soulmate just because he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. Also, he just knew that after a day of being apart they would both start pining for the other again and staying away when they could talk and were literally a teleport away would be way too much temptation.

The screen on the table closed several windows signaling the transfer of files had been completed and he double and triple checked to make sure there wasn't even a shadow lingering of the project he had been working on during the past two months. Once he was certain, he closed the final gap remaining in their telepathy and teleported away to a space he had hoped to never have to return to. A small part of him jumped for glee and sadistic pleasure even as he shivered and remembered the horrors of this place. The oldest lab of the Underground. Alphys knew nothing of this lab, most monsters didn't. He was back in his father's lab. This place was a maze of corridors that connected every section of the Underground and had some of the most advanced equipment he would ever get his hands on. While he detested the place, he could not ignore the fact that it had its uses.

Not bothering to walk the halls and relive past glories and horrors, Sans teleported past all the observation and experimental rooms. He would have to find or clean one of the experimental rooms later for his uses and if things went as he was fearing they may, he might even have to clean up one of the observation rooms. He really hoped that didn't happen though.

Finally after a few more ports just because he couldn't remember exactly where which hallway went where and he got lost a few times, Sans landed in one of their computer central workstation rooms. The machinery was dusty, the air still and stale, and the atmosphere felt more dead than any other part of this hidden facility. This was where his dad had spent the majority of his Underground life and until Sans had pushed him into the portal, he hadn't realized just how much pressure his father's magic put on the place. It had always felt full, but not crowded. His constructs typing on three dozen computers at any given time while another couple dozen worked on creating formulas, hypotheses, making notes on reactions of patients or the serums themselves. Sans had never thought about where his father's constructs came from, but after Flug's questions, he had a feeling that his dad's summons were obtained in just as vile a procedure as his had been.

Coming back to the present, he sighed and began the task of cleaning the place up so he could use it himself. Cobwebs had to be pulled away from keyboards and off of screens, dust scraped up from tables, equipment blown out and cleaned. After all that, which took him several hours, Sans was ready to call it quits and just lay down and sleep, but he just had to get this done. Sitting down had been a bad idea and he spent the next half hour convincing himself to get up and back to work.

It took the whole day, not that he could tell the passage of time in this lab, just to get most of the equipment functional and working again. Without a sense of time and having gotten into a rhythm, Sans jumped right into his work, pulling up information on places all around the world, coordinates, axises, his and his father's notes on the space time continuum, and the notes he had taken earlier on the type of coordinates that had shown up when the tracker chip had been sent into the Void. It had shown five sets of coordinates. That had to have a meaning.

While he ran scans over old notes to see if they could pick out anything that may have mentioned something that could relate to that fifth coordinate, he started up the tables he had at his disposal. Only two of the twelve were not working. He wasn't interested in fixing them right now. Ten would be more than enough to keep him moving with space to expand. These tables were much more advanced than the ones he'd had Black Hat install up on the Surface lab. Those were single function, able to be hacked, and only worked when wired to something. It had been a quick and dirty solution to the antiquated situation that had been presented to him when he had taken on the position.

For the first time in years, Sans completely let go of his magic and let it wash over the lab space instead of keeping it wrapped up in the neat little package that could be seen and manipulated. His Soul was totally free right now and blanketed the entire room. It made him a bit giddy to be doing this again, but he pushed the emotion down and got to work on a new and now very vital lead of research. How did the Void factor into his teleportation and storage magic, how were the Gaster's stuck in there still alive and well, and was traversing the Void actually possible? Simultaneously the ten working tables brought up the data he had loaded into the system and compared notes across the projects and fixed variables that he had messed up by a digit or decimal and picked out vital information to his current research topics and filed them in other work spaces that looked over it all and compiled it in such a way that he understood it while doing everything else that he was wrapped in. He would be just a good at running a lab as his father was and he would do it better and with better ethic. He could do this!

After several hours of running theory and practical application equations until he was positive he had captured ever chance variable, Sans spun in his chair and went over to one table, leaving the computer as he was done with the information on it. Each table had different devices being designed and created, his mind manipulating the magic of the tables into creating and making real what he saw as an option. He knew how to make these things, but his magic knew how to pull that information to the surface and utilize it without compromising him.

The device in front of him was the one that he had been working on for the past month in Black Hat's own lab. The wristband looked heavy and clunky. How could he modify this so it wasn't such an eyesore, still functioned, held up to the work they did, and wouldn't attract unwanted attention from a particular lizard mutation? He completely disassembled it and started over from scratch, redesigning, tweaking and modifying the device over and over. It took into account a power source far stronger than anything a monster would put out, but not so powerful that it wouldn't pick up what Flug put out. It was much too weak for someone like Black Hat to use, not that he would have a use for this device. This was tailored to work for Flug and Flug alone. He didn't know how strong his mate would become, but it would be amazing to watch how he developed.

Above another table, what looked like a stone archway covered in glyphs and filled with a strange miasma was being put together and the machinery in each stone was so tightly knit that there was no room for any extravagant additions. This table had several barriers set up around it and even more blasters all concentrated on it every second. A digital hose connected to that table from another, this other had already sampled, analyzed, developed a replication process, created a device to run said process, and started progress to fill the first with an environment that should replicate the void space. Sans had told Flug not to try to get to the Void or bring anything from there, but here he was, curiosity unsatiated, and trying to find a way to bring those from the Void back into his world, if only in a small space of it.

Still other tables had contraptions of all sorts; rays, devices, implosives, explosives, soul-manipulators, matter extrapulators, space distorters, and even a time displacer were all in some way being created around the workshop. The device that held his attention though, the watch for Flug, he was cursing his own ingenious as he ran into problem after problem and hazard after hazard.

He wanted Flug to have freedom, but he also wanted to be able to protect the kid. Problem was the kid was actually an adult who was becoming a child in body. How, what...his own morality was holding him back from progress and he wanted to bash his skull on the desk for the upteenth time for it.

Loathe as he was to do it, Sans finally gave in and forced his morality away and embraced the type of thinking he used to have before Paps had ever been created. Back when he had been solely invested in science and missed on all the torment he inflicted on others for his own gain. His worries faded and his mania that often lay buried rose to the surface. Only Flug had been able to get it to rise in small doses recently, but completely unleashed like this, he reached a whole new level and was once more invested in his work and making breakthroughs of the like that hadn't been seen since the creation of the Core.

He didn't know how much time passed before he finally finished the watch, now it looked like nothing more than a simple leather band. Nothing eye-catching, but he knew exactly all the science that hid in its micro-magic fibers. With this, Flug would no longer be inhibited as he was. He would be able to travel almost as widely as Sans, only limited by his own body's requirements. Against the far wall was a growing pile of creations that Sans's mind had created, tested in some form or other and documented with videos and notes the effects of. Black Hat would have nothing to complain about when he discovered the impromptu and unexplained disappearance of his newest scientist.

Setting the band aside, Sans turned his fore-attention to a glimmering rock that pulsed and subtly changed colors from navy, cleurean, magenta, rose, and black with microscopic specs of white flickering in and out. Under a microscope, it would seem like one was looking at the galaxies that existed far away in the skies. This was one of the guiding, glowing stones from waterfall. Setting another machine with very exact measurements, he set the rock inside and closed the lid. Seconds later, the scream of blades and the hard pinging of exploding rock filled the lab as the machine started reshaping the material. It was harder than obsidian and tougher than diamonds. He had no doubt he would end up going through more blades than any other project had or would required, but this was another project that would be completely and totally worth it.

Turning away from the machine and its racket, Sans pulled out his phone and with great hesitation, selected the contact he had been avoiding since he had come down into the labs. It took several rings before someone picked up and he wasn't at all surprised when it wasn't who he had been expecting.

"Astral speaking. Who is this and how did you get this number? We are busy at the moment so make it quick please." The polite and slightly cold, yet hopeful glimmer in his voice didn't affect Sans in the least. He was almost devoid of emotion at this point, having pushed almost everything down so that he could work completely unhindered.

Having not have spoken in he wasn't sure how long, Sans had to clear his throat for a moment before speaking. "Is Gaster available? This is his phone, right?"

"Sans? Yes, he's right here. I'm sorry. I've been answering his phone since it has been receiving a lot of junk calls and he was about to break the thing. I'll pass you over to him, but we are sort of busy at the moment." Astral's voice seemed to echo wherever he was before he could be heard calling out to Gaster from wherever he was.

It was seconds later when his father's garbled voice came over the speaker. "Sans? I did not expect a call from you so soon, or has more time passed than I am aware of?"

"I don't know exactly how much time has passed, but I can tell you that I am not calling for social interest and don't ask about my brother or I will take my science to one of the others. I'm working on a big project and I need a subject from your side. Flug said you banished someone. Any chance he would be available for my uses?" Sans spoke in the same garbled language and kept his voice devoid of any inflection, a dead monotone.

"You've gone back to the old labs, haven't you? Well, far be it from me to keep you from your work. We did banish someone and I am sure we can reach him. I will ask that you not let yourself go too far or you won't be able to come back though Sans. I can never return from the mental state I am in right now. I lost Melinda because of that. Don't lose your mate. It is too easy." Gaster tried to warn.

"Shut up Gaster. I'm not you. I won't kill or experiment on Flug. Just give me that piece of shit's coordinates or give me your own. I don't really care. They probably won't live anyway. Not when I'm done with them." Sans spat, losing his composure for a moment before going cold once more.

The line was quiet for several minutes, but Sans didn't mind the passage of time. He barely noticed it with how thin he was spread out at the moment.

"I'm not sorry Sans. I will not give you his coordinates while you are like this. You are going down the same path I did and I will not allow it. You may not see me as such, but I am still your father. I will-" Gaster tried to continue but the line was disconnected as Sans hung up, snarling.

"Father my ass. That useless pile of bones is just my creator." Flicking through his contacts again, he found Flug's old number and recalled that the banished one supposedly had his old phone. Hopefully the damn brick still had some power. He pressed call and waited.

This time the wait was longer and he had had to make several attempts before someone finally picked up. They definitely didn't sound too well put together. "So~ Who do I get to talk today? This thing seems to give me someone different every time. Sorry I didn't pick up at first, of course, but I was chattin' with the buckos from back at the house. They were going on about how I shouldn't trust someone, as if they can really talk...Or maybe they can. I ain't too sure. So what's the gist this time?" The voice just wouldn't shut up.

"Shut your trap already and listen. I know that you are near one of the entrances to the Void or you wouldn't have gotten that device you are using and I'm sure that it is almost out of power. Confirm for me, are you able to identify other openings to the Void or did you just find that one by circumstance?" Sans's patience was running low and quickly fraying. Talking with his dad always seemed to do that to him anymore.

"Bossy little shit, ain't you. I don't think I'm gonna answer until you ask nicely. Oh, what's that beeping. It's different than before, and what is the blinking thing in the corner?" His voice broke up before cutting off entirely and the call dropped.

"Stars dammit!" Sans screeched, slamming a fist down on one of the consols and making everything flicker for a moment. Then his phone rang back at him. It was his father again. "What?" he snapped after picking up the call.

"You should have known that wouldn't work. I get my way every time. I told you no."

"Oh, fuck you, you fucking bastard."

"You have picked up on some rather interesting and useless vocabulary. I'm almost surprised you actually created a translation for our language just so you could swear at me." As usual, Gaster sounded smug.

"Did you just call me to be smug or do you actually have a reason for wasting my time Gaster?" Sans flopped back onto his chair, letting it roll a bit away from the desk as he sat dejectedly and stared around the lab, which looked a lot better than when he first arrived and not at all like it had sat dormant for almost thirty years.

"Well, for one, I wanted to congratulate you on your successful bridging of the Void and real world as well as the artificial environment around it." The voice echoed around the lab as well as through the speaker. "Also, sit up. Sitting like that is horrible for your spine and your HP is low enough without you ruining your body with terrible posture."

Sans spun around and jumped out of the chair, staring at the gate and connected tables. Sure enough, standing there on the table in front of the gate and within the barrier around it was his dad and he seemed to be all in one piece. Not Dusting at all. He barely held back from loosing his blasters. He wanted to Dust him as much as he wanted to run over and give his long absent parent a hug. He could do neither he knew, but that didn't stop his emotional inclinations. Instead he asked, "Why did you come through if you knew what I was planning on doing."

"Simple." Gaster shrugged and sat down. He could ta little else confined as he was. "You are exceptionally emotional and therefore my appearance will compromise you. You won't hurt me because you can't. If anybody else came through that portal, I have no doubt that your scientific detachment would allow you to proceed as I once saw fit. I won't lie when I say that I am both pleased and sad to see you emotional like this. You have grown beyond what I could and that limits you. It also makes you much stronger than I could ever be. Your Soul has become much stronger than I could have hoped."

Sans dropped to his knees. His father was praising him as much as he was capable, but for all the reasons he should have been criticizing him.

"Sans, being in the Void for all that time has changed me. I am not the same monster that you banished there so long ago. I have a question for you now and it isn't an easy one to answer. Do you think even the worst person can change?" Gaster's violet eyelights remained trained on his son as he watched the effect of his words. Having had been removed from the timelines, he had seen this same question in many different forms be asked by humans and monsters alike over the millions on timelines. He knew now that his son had the ability to remember them and had been asked more than once by children he had never known about and had even asked the question to them a few times in lue of his own sanity.

The scream of blades and breaking stone as well as the clink of machines being built filled the silence that stretched between the two monsters as both thought about the answer to the question posed.

Had almost anybody else asked Sans that question, he would have answered wholly on the positive. Of course anybody could change if they really wanted to. Unfortunately, that was a very naive way of thinking. He couldn't say yes because he highly doubted that Black Hat could ever be a good person. He didn't want to believe that his father could ever be someone worth his time. Ultimately though, he did have to admit, after a few hours of thought, Black Hat was not the nasty being he had expected and originally encountered when he had moved to the mansion and his father had not once actually ridiculed him since coming through or receiving his phone.

He finally spoke up as he found the answer and hated himself for letting his emotion blind him. "Yes. With enough effort, will, and desire, no determination, anybody can be a good person. Anybody can change if they really, truly want to." Sans looked up at his father and could barely hold back the magic fluid that beaded at the edges of his sockets. He could barely believe it when he saw that similarly, purple magic beaded at the edges of his father's sockets.

"Then there is hope for all races."

Again the work filled silence reigned until Sans finally spoke. "So you and Black Hat?"

Gaster's eyelights expanded. "How did you learn about that?"

"I work for him now and he just adopted me and my brother."

"My brother and I." Gaster corrected before he absorbed the information. "Wait, adopted? You work for the person who is, who now...I don't think I agreed to this?"

"You didn't." Sans shrugged. "I did, but that isn't what I'm getting at. You cheated on Mom pretty early on, impregnated the boss, and then didn't inform him at all on what it means to carry monster kids. He had to eliminate them all and because of your fuck-up, we spent four hundred human years Underground. You have no idea what kind of hell that has put a lot of us through. Sure you were down here too, but it wasn't the same for you. Why did you do it?" For once, Sans wasn't angry. He was upset, sure, but the normal fury that had him acting like a 'man-child', as Flug would put it, wasn't there.

Gaster shrugged. "For science? I was curious what would happen if the two physically opposite strength species, both with mastery of magical control, coopulated, what would the kids be like without outside influences. They ended up exceptionally unstable, to be quite blunt. I didn't see it so much as cheating on Melinda, not that I told her what I was doing either. Once I saw that creating an attachment actually did affect how the young developed, I left. I had no interest in tying myself to the demon and he clearly had no desire to settle at the time, so it seemed mutually beneficial to move on."

"He thought you loved him! Then you just up and left him after experimenting on his young and left him to clean up two hundred defective kids. Kids that were messed up because you got curious." Taking a breath and pinching his nasal ridge, a habit he had picked up somewhere or other. "Tell me this then, since you did your experiment. Do you think that, if the kids had been given the tutelage and power dividends they are supposed to receive from both parents, they would have turned out okay? I am gonna try to look after his next batch as best I can, since you fucked over his first ones."

"That was his first clutch? Ever? Now that is interesting. I wasn't aware of that. That may have played a part in the whole experiment as well. I do believe that if the eggs received the proper magic fuel, they would have developed properly. Yes. Unfortunately, for the number that he had, and with his overwhelming power, the drag from the monster who got seriously involved with him would almost certainly kill them. There is a reason monsters only have one child at a time and it isn't just because of our extensive lifespans." Gaster explained. "The sheer amount of power that is expended to create a Souling, and then the incubation process that follows is exceptionally draining. How many does the demon have at this point?"

"Not that it is really any of your business, but I think he has five. They seem to be growing alright. They started a little late with the infusions since neither I nor the parent of the eggs had properly attentive parents or parents that even expected us to live to reproduce in the first place." Sans knew it was a low blow, but it was also the truth.

Gaster flinched. "Fair enough. Keep in mind though, for as much as you hate me, and you have every right, I still provided well enough for my second child to live."

"You just wanted another, stronger, test subject and you made that very clear back then." Sans gave no quarter and Gaster was forced to agree.

Bobbing his head, he finally gave in. "Fine. You're right."

"I know, but we are off topic. Not that I really remember what we were talking about to begin with." Sans had taken up a spot on one of the broken consoles facing his dad so that they were at eye level.

"You were asking me about Black Hat. Did he really adopt you?" Gaster couldn't help when his mind began to try and poke about his enclosure and constructs began appearing and prodding.

"Stop that." Sans snapped at the constructs, causing them to pause before zipping through the portal.

Gaster tutted. "Now that wasn't fair. I'm curious and they were just poking around. If you kept your constructs around more often, you'd know they just reflect your mental interests."

"I am well aware. I figured that out in the first hundred years of having them actually. I had them around a lot back then. After that I was too busy running in the War and then we got ourselves trapped down here." He glanced up at the blasters that hung around the enclosure, watching Gaster with a pointed disinterest. "As for our adoption, it isn't official or in paper or anything, but it is as official as anything gets really with him. Paps is in a hibernation right now, so he isn't completely aware, but I'll be letting him know when he wakes.

Gaster was careful not to prod, but he didn't miss that this was the first time that Sans was finally opening up enough to share his brother's nickname in conversation. "Hibernation? He would be twenty-some, so I assume he is still going through magic fluxuations like you did?"

"Not as severe. Mine were much worse. He only hibernates for about a week. I've actually gotten my hibernation down to about a week when I overdo it now. Doesn't happen as often either. My magic stores have really expanded and I can take a bit more of a hit than I used to. Stuff happened that you never knew about and well. It certainly had an effect."

Gaster nodded and ceased his gentle probing before Sans caught on. The kid wasn't stupid and likely knew exactly what he was providing if his subject change was anything to go by. "That is an interesting thing about the Void. Since it is removed from space and time, I actually do have an idea of what you are alluding to. Those alternate timelines and all the kids you never told me about? The pills and the additional experiments you were running behind my back on yourself? I know about all of it now. While the Void is certainly uncomfortable, it is very ...forthcoming with information."

"Then why bother asking questions if you already know everything?" Sans's glare started to grow as he realized he essentially was being played.

"It doesn't show us everything. We can only watch those we know well. I can't watch your brother for example, or anything you do with him unless it has a very strong impact on you. Your captain or that other scientist you work with, I can't watch them. Anything that happens in the other sectors, I know nothing on that other than what the others in the Void see. It is still limited, but I could see a bit. Almost everything you went through to be strong, to grow, to keep everyone safe. That I saw and the risks, the dangers. You have grown remarkably."

With the end of his explanation, a heavy silence fell as Sans tried to rein in his anger again. It wouldn't do to blow up the table and destroy the gate after all. Then it struck him. The workshop was silent. He looked over to the machine on the opposite side of the shop and teleported without a thought. With how his magic was spread over the place, he didn't even displace any air or leave his scent behind since he was technically already there. Hesitantly he opened the machine and instantly his shoulders slumped. Of course it wasn't done. The blades just couldn't reach the rock anymore. The damn thing had ground away all the metal of the carbide blades. They had taken a great deal off the stone, but it had a long way to go.

Opening the cupboard underneath it, he pulled out some replacements and stopped the machine. He really should have done that first, but he was excited. He carefully replaced every blade and after securing the lid again, started the machine back up. Once again, the shop was filled with the horrible scream of metal on stone.

"What are you making?" Demanded Gaster, both curious and exasperated at the loud noise.

"Flug requested that we exchange rings to show our bond. An old human custom. I am making him one from the stone that grows in Waterfall." Sans explained as he sat back up on the console. It wasn't like he had much else to do. The ring was the last project he really had to complete. Once it was done, he could return to the surface and to his mate.

"I don't deserve to know, but would you tell me more about your mate? I know I sort of asked when you first called, but perhaps not how I should have. I am still trying to learn propriety." Gaster played with his hands, scratching at the engraved Wing Dings on the inside of his palms.

"Much as he was afraid to, Sans took a breath and began telling his father everything about Flug, from when and how they met on up to their most recent work. He didn't hide the fact that the two of them were very sexually active and elaborated with a great deal of blushing when he was asked about their activities. Gaster had his own bit of blush to show as he offered advice on how to proceed with different things and how to possibly better pleasure Sans's lover.

Hours passed, possibly even days and Sans changed the blades that slowly worked on the Waterfall stone. Eventually he moved the machine to another room where they could still hear it, but where it wasn't grating on their magi-waves. This was something he had missed with his dad; the ability to just talk forever about any and everything. It was a form of bonding that nobody else could draw from him.

The good thing about being what they were, skeleton monsters, was that neither actually had to eat and with one existing outside of time and space, neither really had any idea of the passage of time.

Sans created more devices for the company and worked on fixing up more of the consoles and tables while talking to Gaster and in return Gaster gave him pointers on how to make the spread of his magic more maintainable and flexible. Sans also found other jobs for his blasters to do. They couldn't be as efficient as his father's, but they had their own uses. Eventually he set them to cleaning out the cells that littered the entire lab space and after a great amount of hesitation, let Gaster's hands help so long as he could monitor their work.

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Eventually Segoe also poked his head out the portal to check on Gaster, fully expecting him to be gone or Dust. He was very surprised to see that he was actually assisting Sans with work in some new place. He was quick to return to the Void and before long the small table with the Void environment was full with five skeletons looking around the space and pressing against the barrier that held them.

"You know, if that barrier breaks or you use up the generated atmospheric conditioning in there, you will all likely Dust." Sans advised conversationally from inside one of the large generators connected to the main console. He needed it to boost his power output and increase his capabilities within the lab. The hubbub that had begun to fill the lab instantly died down and he could help a chuckle as a glimpse through the eyes of one of his passing blasters showed him that everyone but Gaster and Astral had beat a retreat back to the Void.

"Do you really think that your generator wouldn't support the five of us?" Astral asked as he inspected the gateway and the runes designed on it.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure if it would support any of you which is why I was originally gonna have Dad send that banished guy through first, and then I would use him as a guinea pig for future testing on Void space theory. That all sort of collapsed when his phone died and Dad came through first." At some point he had started referring to Gaster as Dad again and was warming back up to the skeleton, now that he could really do nothing, nor gain anything from his position locked down on the table as he was.

"Do you plan to expand our area of movement or are you keeping us here?" Astral tried again, pushing curiously against their barrier and pulling his hand away as it started to Dust as it passed beyond the barrier. There was really nothing keeping them in except their own life preservation.

"I know that most of you were put in the Void for a very good reason. The place has essentially become your prison and you aren't getting out. I have no plans of giving you more room to move around any time soon. I don't even really plan on letting you out of this room. Unfortunately, from here you can still do a lot of damage, so unless I am here to monitor you, I won't allow the gate to be active either. When the gate isn't active, the atmosphere generator will turn off and remaining here will Dust you in under a minute. I can't chance finding a way to let you back permanently or people like mine or Fell's dad may get loose and I can't chance that. I enjoy being able to talk to my dad again, but that doesn't mean I want him loose on the world again. Sorry Astral."

Astral shook his head and smiled. "You have no reason to apologize Sans. I understand what the others have done and why they were banished to the Void. I can't fault your reasoning. Thank you for being frank with me. Do you mind if I continue to watch and assess what you are doing and offer my own input from time to time on your creative items?" He was watching intently as a cloaking device was being redesigned on an adjacent table.

"Not at all. Input is always welcome. Most of the work going on in the table workspaces is just stuff passing through the back of my mind. It isn't anything I'm really focussing on. If you want, I can try to get you some more recent star maps and encyclopedias. I know that is more your field than all this." Sans crawled out of the generator and closed the hatch before turning it and returning to the console to try to get power to the next part of the station.

"I would like that. I miss being able to see the stars. I always enjoyed them before the War." Astral went silent as he remembered the past and cluelessly watched the construction of the cloaking device before it began running tests on scrap in its area and on itself while the table made notes in a digital notepad and recorded all progress through a ceiling mounted camera.

Making a mental note in the computer system to remind himself of his promise to the stargazer, Sans flipped some switches, pulled a few levers, and turned two dials and three keys in a set order, direction, and speed. Instantly the panel lit up bright yellow and a deep thumping could be felt in the floor as the Geothermal Pangea Tectonic generator kicked on and power flooded the entire lab. Gaster hadn't even been able to get this portion of the system to turn on, but Sans had figured it out ages before he'd pushed Gaster through the portal. He'd never told him though, since it was after the start of the more abusive behavior towards himself and Melinda.

"How did you do that?" He heard his father demand in a mumble behind him. "I spent years trying to figure out that generator and you kicked it on as easy as you sleep."

"I figured out what you were doing about seven years before I got rid of you." Sans confided easily. "It really wasn't all that difficult, but you had your mind on other things and didn't want to look at the simple things."

Gaster was silent. He couldn't argue that his mind had been rather full with what to do about his test subjects running out and Asgore asking more and more often for a family outing with everybody. If Asgore had seen the state of his family or he had let his family out of the lab, he knew he would lose his last two strong subjects and with how much he had put into Sans, he really didn't want to lose such an important subject.

"I've said sorry Sans. We both know there isn't anything I can do beyond that to make up for the things I did to you and Mel. You don't have to remind me, you know." His voice was quiet and sad.

"Apparently I do," There was a cold and quiet rage in Sans's words. "because it wasn't just mom and I that you fucked over. You ruined the lives of monster-kind with your cold-heartedness. I'm not talking about our subjects. Their blood and Dust stains both our hands. No, I'm talking about the War. You ruined his life too, and you don't have any regrets about that. I will remind you of your guilt until the day I Dust or the day that you accept all the wrong you have inflicted on this world. None of us are saints, but you are just as bad a monster as you could have been."

Never once did he look up to see the look on his father's face. He was focused on getting another workstation working now that he had more power than would be needed to run the entire Underground at his disposal for his personal projects. This generator was even stronger than the Core had been.

"He's gone." Astral announce a few minutes later, looking confusedly at the portal before looking back at Sans. "He has a past that none of us know about, doesn't he?"

"Yes, but it isn't my place to share it with you. He can when he is ready. Maybe then he will finally be ready to face the world and what it will do to him if he ever finds a way out of the Void. Right now I don't think he could handle the Judgement. That's why he runs from me."

Sans fell silent as he lifted the panel he had been removing fasteners from so that he could access the components beneath and start trying to get this interface working. If he got this working, the lab might become a full extension of his workplace at Black Hat Incorporated. Much as he loved working beside Flug, he couldn't spread his magic out like this while the kid was around. Who knew what it would do and Sans didn't want to find out it wasn't good the bad way.

Silence reigned for several more hours as Astral watched in bored curiosity. He assisted Gaster often enough in their mini-lab back in the Void so he understood some basics of electronic theory, but he never actually got to see anything this in-depth. "You say you aren't like your father, but the two of you are surprisingly very alike." He stated, breaking the silence.

"How so? Species? DNA? That's all I really see." Sans asked, not really caring. These wires were so twisted and a few were breaking, so oxidized and brittle from years of neglect.

"You are both dedicated scientists with vast magical potential and care very much about your passions. The primary difference is your points of morality. You have a great deal of moral tempering you, which takes your mind in a different direction and helps you create devices that can help and hurt in equal measure. He didn't have much moral and that made it hard for him to make devices that would be helpful in any measure. Only artifacts of war. He may not say it much or at all, but I think he may actually be proud of you and what you've become." The astrologer once more went silent and shortly after left the room to return to the Void, leaving Sans in his silence.

Sans, for his part, did his best to ignore the glaring truth of the stargazer's words. He really was like his father. He had grown up to be just like him. 'Cat's in the Cradle' was never more apt. He shook his head, the unnecessary thoughts blocking out more productive ones that could be better used. Is Flug an unnecessary thought? He shook his head, about to shove down the small voice in his mind before he realized exactly what he was doing. He was investing so deep into his work that he was forgetting why he had originally come down here. He had completely forgotten about the lathe in the other room carving out the ring for his Soulmate and very nearly forgotten his Soulmate entirely. When had his work become so important? How long had he been down here? What was his lover doing? Was he okay without him?

Sans very nearly teleported back to the Surface then and there, but he forced himself to check on the state of the lathe first. It was still running, but the blades had long since been worn to nothing. Turning off the machine, he replaced the blades again and before turning it back on, looked over the progress. The largest chunks had been taken off and he was down to a thick, heavy disk. He figured he would have to change the blades a few dozen more times before it would be ready to be filed and presented.

Looking around the room he had put the machine in, he shuddered. This was the room where he had banished his dad forever from this plane of existence. The room where Gaster had threatened to make Papyrus his new guinea pig. The room where mom had Dusted. The room where he'd had bits of human Souls shredded into microscopic bits and embedded into his bones to merge with his own magic. The room where he had taken Sans's ability to ever hope to have more of a family. Why had he chosen this room to make the ring he had no clue. Maybe because it was close.

Willing himself to do the one thing he hadn't managed to do in the past twenty seven years, he turned and went back into a dusty corner where several containment units stood, connected to both the floor and ceiling with powerful sealants. Most were empty, but one had a small pile of Dust in the center and a set of fine, Dusty prints left on the Plexiglas. "I'm sorry mom. You deserved better than to sit here for years."

Walking out of the room quickly, eye sockets wet with tears, Sans made his way to his mother's holding cell. Inside he found the ancient ceramic vase that his mother had told him about many times when Gaster hadn't been in the room while they were being tested and allowed near each other. The vase was heavy and the designs ancient. She'd supposedly gotten it in return for curing an entire human village about three millennia ago. It had taken the pottery master a whole month to finish it as he'd had to do it entirely by hand. There were no machines back then after all. It didn't even have a lacquer or dye like vases today tended to. The inside was richly decorated as well and had an inscription on the floor of it. Sans didn't know the language though. Probably one long since forgotten and wiped from the annals of history. This was from back when every village had its own dialect or language and rarely saw any others for years.

Taking the vase back to the room with the loud machine and horror filled memories, he cast around for something to put her Dust in so that it wouldn't affect the artifact. It took a little digging, but he finally found a slim container that would fit her and fit inside the vase without bouncing around. Finally, he slipped off his shirt and ripped strips off to wrap the top and bottom of the container so that it wouldn't scrape the inside of the ceramic. He set the lid back on top and brought the vase out to the lab proper and set it out of the way but where he could keep an eye on it. He also made sure it was in sight of the Voidway as he had dubbed it.

As he set the artifact down, a stranger who had not come through when the rest had crowded out crawled through, patting the floor and area around the gate as he came through. His eyes were closed, but by the many cracks around them, Sans deducted this was the blind member of his father's new home. Making his way over to the table he announced his presence. "Blindy, right? Careful, the edge comes up quick and if you pass it you'll Dust."

Blindy's hands instantly stopped where they were, barely beyond the gate. "I've heard your voice before. You were with the child that sent us the devices, correct?" He seemed to lay down, only partially through the portal, his fractured skull resting on his wrists.

"That's right. Name's Sans, Sans the Skeleton. I'm surprised the others let you come out on your own, or do they not know you came? How'd you even find the portal? From what I understand, the Void is pretty vast." Sans stepped away for a minute to grab a wheeled chair and pulled it over so he could talk with the only housemate he'd never heard of before.

"Well they don't really leash me. I know and get around the Void better than most though. Been around it longer than anybody else, after my people banished me, it's where I found myself." He paused before picking up rapidly again. "Tell me Sans, exactly how far is it to the edge of this table. I thought to just lay here and talk to you, but it is rather uncomfortable as the "portal" has a peculiar feeling to it. One your dad might call "static". It's strange." He air quoted on certain words as if they were unfamiliar to him.

"Right, you have about four feet in front of it and once you are through, about the same behind. There are only two feet to either side though." Sans instantly relayed, interested to hear more on the effects and tactile sensory outputs of his device on others.

"Oh, well that is plenty of room then!" Instantly Blindy's head and hands disappeared back into the Void as he likely stood and then he walked back through. A strange necklace hung over his sternum with three large gemstones. He had wide, billowing black slacks and very large, heavy boots. Inverse to Gaster's lab coat, Blindy wore a long black trench coat that went just past his knees and seemed to be lined in an orange material. He also had a bright white, starched button-up dress shirt on under the coat.

Once both his feet were on the table's surface, he tapped hard with one foot, toe first then outside, followed by heel and repeated the sequence with his other foot. "Quite a fair amount of space for your first attempt. I'd expect no less from my own son if he still lived. Very good, very good indeed." Blindy congratulated.

Sans stiffened instantly. "What happened to your son?" He hated to jump to conclusions, but this guy had admitted to being banished to the Void and now suggested that his son was dead.

Blindy looked down sorrowfully, but after a solitary moment of the eerie silence, launched into his tale. "I used to be a ruler, a king. I had two sons, both precious to me and well liked around as far as I knew. Unfortunately, as a king, I, of course, had enemies. It is to be expected. One such was quite powerful and sought to bring me down through my children, not an unexpected attack, but definitely not one I ever wanted to give much thought to. My lack of preparation unfortunately lost me my youngest son and nearly my eldest. I gave what I could to save him and that was the last I ever saw. He blamed me for not saving his brother. The country saw me as unfit to rule after that and tossed me out. I know not what became of my son, but with such a small, fragmented Soul, I doubt he survived long, definitely not all this time. I've only lived this long due to being in the Void. Things don't really wear out there." He fell silent again for only a second before starting to tab on the table, quickly creating a beat to an unfamiliar song.

Sans digested the tale. It was unlike anything he'd ever come across or heard of and seemed pretty far-fetched, but this guy was dressed pretty weird. "When did you rule? You said you were a king of monsters, but I only know of a few skeletons leading monster sectors."

Blindy looked up surprised, but never opened his eyes. "When? I-I'm not really sure. Humans hadn't created a calendar yet so I can't really tell you. Also, I wasn't just a king of monsters. The races were united back then. It saddens me to hear how they've separated over the years to the point of sealing our kind Underground. The news of you and the child coming together is quite lovely to me and not all that surprising. Back in my time, that was very common, as was human trans-integration like what your mate is going through. I never took a human mate, so I had little interest in how it actually happened." He shrugged as he explained how he hadn't known that bit of information when they had previously asked Flug.

Sans was completely blown away. Blindy was beyond old. He had thought his parents had a lot of years, but this guy, nobody could date how old he was. "I hate to say something so insensitive after what you just shared, but that is amazing! You are OLD! I've never heard of anybody who is that old." Sans realized after he said it how much worse that sounded than he expected. He basically said that everyone that Blindy would have ever known was likely long since Dust now. "Uh, that could have been put better." He scrapped a hand over his skull looking down embarrassed.

Blindy outright laughed. "Don't fret for me. I have company and now I have even more. By creating this gate, you have made a way for me to meet and learn much. I look forward to being reunited with the world!" He was smiling widely and from the other room the scream of the blades ceased to be heard.

"Excuse me. I have to go check on that. I'll be right back." Sans excused himself. Before he got two steps, his visitor interrupted.

"Could I trouble you to put on some music Sans? I do terribly hate silence." One of his hands was still rapidly tapping out an unfamiliar beat.

"Oh, sure. That's no problem. You have any preference or does anything work?" Sans made a quick detour to the primary control panel.

"Anything is fine. I only have a slim selection in the Void." Blindy continued to tap in anticipation.

"Huh, then how about this. It is old by human standards, but only about forty years in all honesty." Sans pulled a hidden trove of cassettes out of one of the consoles and set one up. Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" filled the empty corridors of the lab, the heavy guitar, the cymbals and light drum leading the rhythm, the cry of the electric guitar, and of course the intermixed vocals of the humans thrumming through the air.

Blindy's eye sockets finally opened in amazement. His eyes were electric blue and bright. He was speechless and listened in rapture.

While he was occupied, Sans went to take care of the lathe and reset the blades and made their form more precise. When he came back, Blindy was still standing where he'd left him, but he'd started to sway with the music. Smiling to himself, Sans busied himself with doing more work on his console. If he got this working, the amount of music he could procure for Blindy was near limitless. If this skeleton gained access to Youtube, his wonders would never cease.

Whistling along, it took no time at all before Sans had the console up and functional. Blindy was enjoying the cassette though, so he left it playing and thought about whether he should let the Gaster household have access to the lab while he was gone. They could cause a lot of trouble here, but he didn't want to strand Blindy either. He also couldn't ignore how he was slowly warming up to his father and Astral had never really been exiled with good reason either. He was very conflicted.

He didn't notice when Spikes stepped from the portal, but he did notice when he started singing in time with Europe to "The Final Countdown". He stared in disbelief. He'd never known that Fell's father could sing, much less was good at it.

When the song ended, Spikes waved for him to turn it down and come over, so Sans did. He kept it at a level where it could be heard for Blindy, but not so loud that he and Spikes would have difficulty hearing each other. "You are thinking of giving us more room here, aren't you?" Spikes hard, red eyelights bore into Sans's own light blue ones.

Blinking rapidly in surprise, Sans hesitated before nodding. "Yes, I was considering it. Why?"

Spikes sat close to the barrier and looked down at Sans. "Don't. We aren't ready and don't deserve it. Your father least of all. I'll admit I was terrible to Fell and Red, but Wing Dings was…" He paused as he searched for a good word. Coming up blank he shook his head. "There isn't a word for what he has done. Give us a few months. Hell, limit us for years. We are monsters who live in a Void separated from time. We won't age and we aren't going anywhere. Don't rush our release due to a misplaced sense of guilt. We deserve everything we got and more. Not all of us, of course, but the majority of us. You're father agrees with this verdict if that makes it any easier." He never flinched, looked away, or hesitated in his words. He was every ounce a Fell sector monster.

Lowering his eyelights, Sans nodded. "Alright. What does Astral say? And what about you Blindy?" he looked up at the blind skeleton that was bopping along to the latest 80's track on his mashup.

"Astral agrees. He says that while he misses the stars, he can make due with whatever you bring him. He has four hundred years to catch up on after all. He expects you to gather all the data you can find for him." Spikes grin looked cruel, but Sans could see past the Fell in him and knew it was amusement and smiled back.

"Can I get copies of these songs? Wing Dings says you can do that now?" Blindy asked hopefully.

Sans barked out a laugh. Of course the one who was there the longest had the easiest request. "You can have the tape. I can make another or access the music whenever and wherever I want." He stopped the tape and pulled the cassette out before walking back to the table. He was then struck with the thought. Monsters Dusted if they passed from the Void space to his space, but not the other way around. Would he be able to hand his cassette over safely. It wasn't like he could actually see the edge of the barrier.

It took Spikes a moment to realized Sans's issue. "Toss it to me. No point in you taking unnecessary risks for it." He waved for Sans to pass the piece of plastic.

Looking down at the tape before nodding to himself, he tossed it carefully to Spikes. It passed easily through the barrier as it weren't even there.

Spikes caught it and showed Sans it was unscathed before standing. "Come on B. I've got the music. Let's let Sans get to work." He caught a sleeve of Blindy's coat as he took a step in the wrong direction and shoved him through the portal. Throwing a salute to Sans, he stepped through and was gone.

Deciding he'd had enough excitement for now, Sans powered down the portal and then set up the vacuum to remove the Void atmosphere before lowering the barrier. While it did that, he reset the blades on the lathe once more. By the time he made it back, the barrier was lowered successfully. He proceeded to run tests on the Voidway, the residue left on the table, the tracks left by each of the skeletons that had stepped through, and took air samples from within the vacuum. It didn't take him long to realize that Blindy was right. Silence was terrible. He put in another tape and barely noticed the passage of time except to swap the tape for sides or for a new cassette.

He was halfway through them for the fifth time when he went to check the ring once again and caught his breath. Turning off the dull blades, he opened the machine and pulled out the small trinket and admired it from every angle, wiping off dust and filigree that he found as he turned it. There wasn't a single degree of it that wasn't enchanting, eye-catching, breathtaking, mind-absorbing. The rock that had symbolized the unreachable and unattainable stars and freedom for the entire Underground for years, shaped, cut, smoothed, and made perfect. It was the only one of its kind, just like the person it was destined for.

In a snap, all Sans's magic returned to him, leaving the machines and air to coalesce and re-manifest as the pool in his chest that could be manipulated. His very Soul had returned and now it was time for him to return to his Soulmate.

Turning to leave the room and return to the main console area he'd been working in, he noticed that one of the screens on the small console in this room was lit up and something was flashing on it. Making his way over to it slowly and cautiously, he quickly realized it was part of his file. Reading over the pages of details on the experiment that had been pulled up, likely the last one his father had ever looked at before being banished, he felt himself become dizzy and begin to hyperventilate. This couldn't be true. He dad couldn't have taken this from him as well. Pulling out his phone, he quickly pulled up his contacts and found Gaster's number.

The line rang, almost going to voicemail before Astral opened it. "Sans? You just closed the portal. Is everything alright?"

"Put my father on the line. NOW!" Sans demanded, barely holding back the tears that beaded at his sockets and threatened to shred his voice.

"Woah, alright. I'm getting him. One moment." Astral could be heard calling Gaster, sounding worried and the click of the phone being passed from one skeleton to another echoed over the line.

"Sa-" Gaster started before his son cut him off.

"The last thing you looked at on your private console. Was it accurate and without fault or any possible error! Don't tell me you don't remember because you don't just forget something like this. Is it true?" Sans demanded, no longer able to hold his voice together as his knees collapsed and he came to rest on the floor.

Silence held the line for a long time, more of an answer than Sans truly wanted, but not the solid confirmation he needed. Finally Gaster responded, but in a way that Sans never thought he'd ever heard from his father. "I am sorry Sans. The work to make you stronger, to make you our ultimate weapon and salvation. It had it's costs. That was a large reason for creating your sibling. Sure I planned to run tests on him, but I never would have modified him like I did you. I needed somebody to carry on our line. I am sorry Sans. You will never have young. Your ability to procreate is broken. It will only ever poison your mate. Your magic is poison. It is likely due to the poison in your magic that he is changing into one of us. I ran tests when we were on the surface. Magic implanted in anyway into a human would result in death. I'm not sure what happened in B's time, but it wasn't the process you and Flug are going through. I am sorry."

Sans couldn't respond and wasn't given the chance to as the line disconnected. He'd been sterilized by his own father. His brother was created as nothing more than a means to create more of their line, as if that mattered. His own magic was poison. He was poisoning his mate. What was happening wasn't a miracle, it was- it was wrong.

It took Sans another day just to absorb the facts he had just been given, but after that, he forced himself to get up and move forward. He had a loving mate waiting for him and sixty years to figure out how to explain that they would never have kids. Putting the worrisome data in the back of his mind and the ring he'd retrieved from the lathe in his pocket, he returned to the main work area to shut everything down before heading home.

Grabbing the leather band, the dozens of projects for the company in their containment unit, and placing a careful hand on his mother's Dust, he threw open his end of the communication portion of the bond and with great relief and joy, teleported home to Black Hat's mansion, to his own room. There was an area, surprisingly, that was clear, clean, and completely out of the way. He set his mother's urn there and rushed off to find Flug. He just had to see him immediately and not even Black Hat could stop him right now. He was beyond elated to feel his mate's Soulwaves nearby. He was home and he had a gift to give.

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Final Author Note

SO... I said you would only be getting sex if Blacky got handsy….that was before we started writing… looks like Black wasn't the one who couldn't keep it to himself, but do we really expect anything less from our favorite pink and purple skeletons? I don't, but that's 'cause I write them.

The information about the Gibeon Meteorite, that is all based on real information. Feel free to look it up if you have an interest.

We got a lot more character building in on them this time as well as for Gaster and Sans I think. How about that last smack in the feels though? Came up with that just before posting. I'm an evil little shit, but just you wait (well, your gonna have to cause it ain't done yet), but just you wait until the next chapter.

Let us know what you thought of any part of this down in the comments, thanks and see ya whenever we get to posting another chapter. StormyFictioners is back in college and as always, I'm a nightshifter at a call center. Writing happens when it happens.