UnderFell Sans X UnderSwap Sans
Coffee
Chapter Seven
A/N: Hue hue hue... That last chapter was such a tease, was it not? Oh I'm so sorry, for I feel so bad for that. I want to wait just a little bit longer before throwing some smut into this story... also I'm to awkward to write it now and I need to spend, like, three years figuring out how I would write that XD Give me a few chapters, but don't hold me up on that. I'm not sure what I want to do with that yet... although Fell is suggesting something may happen very soon... I dunno. I'll think about it! I also promise to make that a separate chapter in case anyone is too young to read that shit. I'll try not to make it effect the plot line that much, so you wont have to read it! One last thing. You know how monster food instantly heals and shit? I didn't want to do that with this because that would pretty much destroy the effect, so lets just pretend that monster food has it's limitations... See you at the end of the chapter~!
WARNINGS AND SHIT: OKAY SO WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS... I GOT CARRIED AWAY. SO EXPECT SOME SMUT. WARNINGS ARE OUT, SHOTS ARE FIRED, SMUT HAS BEEN WRITTEN, AND SHIT IS GOING DOOOOOWN. OKAY SO I DO WANT TO WARN THAT THE CONTENT AHEAD IS NOT MEANT FOR ANYONE WHO IS UNDER THE AGE OF, LIKE, FOURTEEN. I MADE IT VERY OBVIOUS WHEN THE SMUT WAS HAPPENING BECAUSE THERE ARE IMPORTANT PLOT POINTS IN THIS CHAPTER, SO IF YOU GET THERE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE * YOUR SAFE * OK? 3
Fell let his breath tickle the other's neck for a few more minutes before pulling away and sliding off of his lap. He didn't want to, but he had a nagging concern that Papyrus was going to come back in brandishing a weapon. Sitting there, he relished the feeling that tickled up his ribs and through his soul. Swap sat up next to him, resting his head on the other skeletons shoulder. Fell didn't think he could stop blushing if he tried.
"That was..." Swap let out a contented sigh, his hand finding Fell's in the slightly messy bedspread. "That was amazing..." Looking down, he could see the other's blush growing a bright blue across his face and neck. It made Fell feel red, as well as loved, something he never felt, not even from his brother.
"We should go downstairs, before your bro comes back and I die." Fell stood up, popping his spine. He held out a hand to Swap, whom took it and used that hand to steady himself before attempting to walk. Although his steps were shaky, he was making progress. Pulling his crutches underneath his arms, he moved out of Fell's way so he could get the door. Opening it, he waited until Swap was out of the room before closing the door, helping him down the stairs.
When they reached the bottom, Papyrus was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water furiously. He seemed relieved that they were down so fast. Had he really be that afraid of what was going on up there, or was he just thirsty? Fell wasn't quite sure. Swap sat at the table, smiling brightly, although he was glowing blue. Fell leaned against the wall, trying to pretend what had just happened hadn't, and not pulling it off at all.
Papyrus glared at Fell, sending a prickle down his spine, before turning to Swap. "So what you wanna do now? We have to get this whole thing settled soon, but you should rest before we take this shit to court."
Swap nodded, resting his skull in his hands and letting out a heavy breath. "Jesus. Why would Galaxy even do this?"
Fell tensed, feeling his soul prickle with guilt. He wanted to tell Swap exactly what had been said on that phone conversation, but he didn't want to snap the guy. In all honesty, Galaxy had confessed. He's yelled into the receiver, asking him why he loved Swap, someone so different from him, when Galaxy knew him so much better. Galaxy had admitted that he was in love with Fell.
"Why can you never see the feelings of other monsters or people, ever? You always go about your life without a fuck or care, tossing hearts and lives around like it's no big deal! You don't know what it feels like, to love someone so much and have them never love you back! You're a horrible creature, Fell. Burn in hell, like the bastard you are!"
Honestly, that made Fell even more angry, because stomping on the people he loved was not the way to get to Fell. Maybe if he had been honest with his feelings a little sooner, he would have a chance, but he had kept it on the inside for too long, and Fell had just moved on from him. He may have liked Galaxy back, but now he just wanted to break him.
"What is it? Fell, are you okay?" Swap looked up from his hands, confusion and affection spreading over his face. Head snapping up, the skeleton nodded, trying to prove he was. Although Swap didn't seem to believe him, he dropped the subject, leaving the room in a cold, tense silence.
Papyrus placed his hand on the counter and pushed himself up from where he was leaning. "I'm heading' off, bro. Got some stuff to do. You call me if you have any problems, okay?" He leaned over, pulling one arm around his brother before straitening himself and sending a glare at Fell. "You take good care of him, or I'll kill you." And with those parting words the taller skeleton left, leaving a surprised Swap and chuckling Fell alone.
It was silent for a moment, both skeletons lost in their own thoughts, before Swap brought them back to reality with a question Fell would have preferred him to never ask.
"What did Galaxy say to you yesterday?" Fell gripped his hands into a fist, trying to contain all his pain and anger. He grit his jaw and looked at the black, carpeted floor with a blaze of fury running through his single glowing eye.
"H- He said some things I'd rather not repeat, but seein' as you wont have any of it, I'll tell you every fucking detail." He gestured to the air with his hands to emphasize his point. "I called him, about to tell him he better get his ass ready for court when he told me something I wish I'd never heard." He dragged his sentences on, trying to prolong the inevitable conversation about to take place.
"He told me he loved me, Swap. He fucking loved me and thought that hurting you was gonna do something about the fact that I loved you. I swear to god, why am I always in love with myself?" He let out a low chuckle. Swap had been silent, and he had been to scared to look over at him to see his reaction.
"And how do you feel about that?" Swap whispered, as if the slightest noise might break this thing that was going on. It made Fell want to cry.
"I feel like he needs to find another way to outlet his feelings that aren't violence twords one of the only people I've ever actually loved. Although, to be honest I would have been an ass even if he told me face to face like an adult." He shrugged, trying not to show how confused, hurt, and alone he felt. You can't just hurt the others he loved because he didn't fucking love you back. That was a problem.
Fell looked up at Swap, whom was fiddling with his gloves, looking confusedly down at the table, and then up at him, seeming to jump when they made eye contact. "I love you so much, Fell. It hurts that this is what I get for that. You know that, right?"
Feeling his ribs tighten, he straitened himself and walked over to Swap, knelt by his chair, and took him in his arms, pressing his teeth to his upper skull in an imitation kiss. "I know, and I'm so fucking sorry I made you go through all this. I'm nothing but a burden to everyone I love and everyone who's loved me... You, Papyrus, Mom, Dad... I can't do relationships of any kind unless it's so full of hate and spite. I push people away and hurt them because I have no fucking idea of what to do with my life or where I'm going with anything..." He let the hot tears pooling in his eyes sockets fall onto the body beneath him, feeling so much guilt and self hate pool in his soul.
Swap nodded, nuzzling into his shoulder. "No. You don't. This isn't your fault, it's Galaxy's. At least he didn't kill me. As for your problems with other people and monsters... don't be so hard on yourself. Trust your instincts and do what you think is right. You're a good person, Fell. I believe in you and who you are, plus how you act is only how your world brought you up. You were the older brother. You had so much expected of you and were told this is how you needed to act to survive in this world. It's not all you are, though. You're so much more, I've seen it! You're caring, cautious, loving, emotional, and so easily breakable. People need to be more careful with you, and it'll be okay. Someone loves you and is never going to leave you alone. I promise."
Sniffling, Fell pulled away just enough to look into the floating blue orbs of Swap's eyes. "Promise is a strong word," he whispered. "Are you sure that's what you mean?"
Giggling, Swap leaned in. "I promise." He pressed his teeth to Fell's, sighing slightly upon contact. Fell leaned in, trying to keep them together like that. Swap's hand brushed itself against his ribcage as it reached up for his shoulder to brace himself, causing him to let out a small gasp. The cool wetness of Swap's tongue met his teeth, causing him to shudder but let it in. He was less concerned about Papyrus walking in on them again, causing him to be a bit more risky. His hand trailed over the other skeleton's shirt, slowly inching over each rib singularly.
-Smut kinda starts here lol slay me-
All the while Swap's tongue was pressing onto Fell's, sliding over it and feeling every crevice of his mouth with intense curiosity. Feeling himself start to shake, he tried to regain composure and keep moving his hands, pressing just a little harder on the other's ribs. Swap let out a few quiet gasps into his mouth, causing him to press in deeper. The skeleton gripped his hand, making him stop his progresses.
"Should- c- can we do this... in my room?" He looked shyly away, the entire front of his skull going a deep shade of cyan. He was too fucking innocent for this, but Fell didn't really care. He just nodded, taking the other's hands and glowing his eyes, bringing them to the upstairs in a flash of red.
Slightly dizzy, from both excitement and teleportation, he let Swap pull him to the bed. It was still dark in his room, because it was later and neither of the skeletons had turned on the lights. Fell, feeling a little anxious, let Swap press him down, choosing to be on top. Fell could feel the burn on his face, and most of his body, and was scared that it was radiating off of him. It took him a moment to realize his eye hadn't stopped glowing, and the hot uncomfortableness of a dick forming was pooling between his legs.
Swap was staring down at him, his own eyes were set to their magic state, obviously meaning only one thing. He leaned in, close enough to where Fell could see the intense blush across his face. He slid his tongue, not only glowing blue but now covered in red and purple saliva, and pressed it to Fell's neck, hands slipping under his undershirt. He let out a small growl of approval as his phalanges made contact with one of his sensitive upper ribs, brushing over it so lightly it was like a feather.
He pulled Swap's face back up to his own, forcing his tongue back inside to feel around a bit more, while the other's hands played with his bones. After a moment, he got slightly irritated with the shirt in his own way and separated for only a second to peel it off. Swap sat on his chest, leaning over slightly, breathing haggard and his soul easily visible through his ribs. Fell was enraptured by it, staring into the light blue glow. He reached a hand up through his ribs, making sure to only lightly brush them with the fluffy rims of his jacket sleeves. Slowly grasping the soul, he fed off of the loud, guttural moans pulled from Swap, making him more and more aroused.
"F- fuck..." Swap threw his head back as Fell began to slowly stroke the thick, coated surface of his soul, only pausing slightly when he heard the other curse. Never, in his life, had he heard this innocent version of him swear, not even saying crap or damn. Although, that made the moment all the more sexual.
The tips of his phalanges were coated in a thick, blue syrup, something Fell had never really experimented with before. Back in the underground where he was from, sex was a quick thing you did with other monsters you either barely knew or barely cared for to get rid of some stress, and there was hardly ever any consent to it, only if you were Dagami and Dogaressa or some other couple, and even then it was hardly ever done.
This entire experience was something Fell was only vaguely aware of, and only from just a year or two ago when he had gotten to meet his other versions. Now, with the moans and grunts of his partner to fill the silence, he was finally getting to experience so many things. Love was the first one, and then clearly sex was an obvious second. He hated to admit this to anyone, but he was still a virgin. Sure, he's grabbed a few butts in his life, and violated some peoples personal space, but in all honesty, he had never done the actual deed. He never found anyone he cared about enough to do it with, as well as the fact that, of all things, the idea of rape made him sick to his core.
Bringing his mind to the task at hand, he looked up from the pulsing soul he was stroking in his hand to make eye contact with Swap. It sent shudders down his spine as he met the glowing orb above him. Swap already looked wreaked, with a small amount of drool dribbling down his mandible, his hands gripping Fell's shirt, and his body shaking ever so slightly. He was groaning through his teeth, his sounds a pleasure to Fell.
He squeezed a little tighter, trying to entice a scream, or something of that verity, and being heavily rewarded. Swap let a few more moans slip past his teeth, making Fell shake a little. He squeezed it again, giving it a few quick pumps in succession and watching with satisfaction as Swap writhed in pleasure above him.
Out of curiosity, he reached the tip of his tongue out, pulling the soul closer, and running it over the smooth surface. It was a sweet, syrupy substance that seemed to coat his soul making him shudder in excitement. Craving more, he stroked his tongue over the whole thing, feeling shudders of ecstasy at every sound Swap made. The other skeleton was practically kneeling over him, groaning and writhing, head leaned over with saliva dripping onto his shirt.
"I- agh... Nn! Haaah~! It f- feels weird..." Swap was melting into a puddle above him, shaking. "D- down there..." He looked like he was on the edge of an orgasm, tongue hanging out of his mouth, with sweat dribbling down his skull.
Fell, getting an urge to double the pleasure on his partner, reached his right hand down from the other's soul and gripped the edge of his shorts. He peeled them off, with a little difficulty.
What he wasn't expecting was for Swap to be so... big. He stared for a moment, pausing to take in his partner. He wasn't long, about four and a half inches, but he was fucking thick. Swap grunted in confusion, staring down at him with interest. "W- Why'd you stop?"
Chuckling, Fell continued to press into the soul, grinning at the reaction he received. "Mm? No reason..." He let his other hand slide down and grip Swap tightly, making him moan loudly.
"H- Haaah~! Fell!" Legs shaking, Fell ran his hand over the other slowly, trying to prolong Swap's orgasm just a bit longer. He didn't expect to hear him beg. "F- Faster." A little shocked, Fell abode to Swap's wishes, hand stroking his soul while the other worked away down below.
Bucking his hips, Swap let out a high pitched squeak at the sensation, making Fell pick up the pace, rubbing his soul faster, hand pumping harder on his length. He stared up at Swap, a melting, blue faced puddle above him. He looked so pure and... beautiful at that moment.
"Hhhhhng!" Swap leaned over, groaning as he climaxed onto Fell's chest. They lay there panting for a few moments before Swap looked down at him, blushing even deeper than he had before. "O- Oh dear! I didn't mean to get you all messy!" He sat up, his dick dissipating into thin air. He was still heavily panting, but he still pushed Fell's jacket off and helped him out of his shirt.
-You're safe-
Sitting there, Fell realized he still had his own needs, but if Swap was to tired he wasn't going to ask him to fill them for him. Hands brushing over his ribs, he noticed the other seemed to be staring into them. It took him a moment to realized he was staring at his soul.
"Why?" Confused, Fell watched Swap reach a hand into his ribs to pull the small, cartoon heart out and examine it. He immediately knew why. The soul was a faded red, with many little cracks running in and out of the surface. There were even little chips missing, little bits and pieces that had fallen off over the years. "W- Why does it look like that?" Swap looked back at him with pleading eyes.
Fell couldn't say anything, and instead opted to look away and stare at Swap's eggshell white walls. He shook a little as he felt a soft bone trace itself along one of the cracks. "D- Does it hurt?"
"No..." Fell glanced back up to see a teary Swap pressing into the cracks on his soul. He went over each one individually. He placed his cleaner hand on the other's face and cupped it, making him look in his eyes. "Hey, it's okay..."
"Who did this to you?"
Fell couldn't look him in the eyes. In all honesty, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he had let monsters get to him and ashamed that Swap could see all his pain. "A lot of people."
Swap looked back down at the soul and placed a kiss on it, as much as he could with no lips, before pushing it back between his ribs. He lay atop Fell, snuggling his head into the crook of his neck, placing a kiss there.
"I love you." he let out a sigh of contentedness.
Fell placed a hand on his head, rubbing in short, soft circles. He felt his eyes slipping shut, and just before he had hit the darkness, he replied in a sleepy, slurred mumble. "I love you, too."
A/N: Yay for shitty endings... OMFG THIS CHAPTER THOUGH. I FEEL LIKE A SIN... JUST A WALKING SIN. I'M SO SORRY IF THID WAS BAD AND SHIT. I ONLY WROTE SMUT BECAUSE IT FELT NECCESARY TO THE PLOT IDK
ALSO
MOSTLY FLUFFY SMUT
AND BACKGROUND
I GUESS
FUUUUN
