Whoops I'm mightly late but here's the next chapter of this mess. Now WITH some actual frick-fracking, though it's still rather tame
I was good on my own.
Until you came along.
Waited for me to fall.
Now you're gone, baby, gone.
He hurries out a few words of apology, ignores the way Alphys glances at him, claws still curled tightly around the blueprints he has brought her. Something is hammering away at his chest.
Sans feels like there's a vice tightening itself around his throat with each passing second that Papyrus isn't in his immediate sight.
It takes him almost a full minute of running at top speed, something his body isn't exactly comfortable with going by the pounding in his head and the awkward lurch in his step, to realize magic is even a thing.
He uses it to quickly transport himself to the outskirts of Snowdin, immediately aware of the tense atmosphere in the air.
There's a crowd gathered near the middle of the town and Sans doesn't have to be a genius to figure out something bad is happening. Something horrible and fucked up and it aches, settles in his gut with annoying accuracy.
He can't lose Papyrus. Not now.
The thought strikes unbidden, gone before it properly came and that too he ignores because now is not the time to dwell on fragile things.
He pushes through the gathering of monsters, everybody is staring at the middle of their tight circle and Sans sees a flash of red hair, razor sharp teeth.
Papyrus is on his knees. Undyne has her claws curled around the back of his neck, holding him down, tightening minutely as she talks and the words take a bit to reach Sans. His entire world focusing in on what is happening in front of him.
"-ing. For today will be a lesson in insubordination, and the price that will be paid for not listening to those that command you." Her grin is wide, but Sans can see the strain underneath. In a weird twist of fate Undyne has always liked Papyrus. In as much as the fish monster could like anybody at least.
His mind casts back to Alphys, whom he left so hastily and Sans frowns.
"Are you ready for your punishment?" Undyne growls lowly and Papyrus nods. He doesn't bow his head, he's staring straight ahead and into the crowd gathered to see this public humiliation.
Sans locks eyes with him suddenly.
The first strike resounds with a loud crack. Papyrus makes a noise, something between a grunt and a pained groan. Sans can see him clenching his teeth.
Undyne waits for a second, as if hesitating, before bringing the whip down on Papyrus' back again. And again. And again.
It goes on for a few minutes like this, Undyne leaves barely a second between strikes. Maybe she wants to get it over with more quickly. Papyrus stays mostly silent, red eye lights focusing on Sans and Sans alone through the entire thing.
The shorter skeleton barely dares blink, not wanting to break the strange connection between them.
The crowd cheers with every hit, their contempt clear on their faces. They're hungry and tired and worn down and some primitive part of their brain takes a sick pleasure in seeing their authority figure punished like this. Sans feels his magic surge, every inch of his body wired with anxious energy.
He could put a stop to this. He could end them. The thought is tempting at least, when he sees the way Papyrus buckles under the hits, Undyne's hand all that is keeping him upright at the moment.
Then he notices Papyrus staring at him, his eyes bright and feverish and he stops. Reels in his magic until it's just a shimmer beneath the surface, begging to be set free but eventually unable to.
Undyne strikes down one more time.
The back of Papyrus' shirt is in tatters, a mess of deep gashes seeping dust and Undyne looks at her work for a short moment before letting go. Papyrus slumps forward, unable to bear his own weight so suddenly and Sans is there to catch him before he hits the ground.
The crowd disperses now that the show is over and Undyne hisses, low enough for only them to hear. "Go patch him up, runt."
Sans doesn't reply, clenching his hands more tightly against his brother's shoulders instead. Papyrus leans against him, hissing in pain as Sans tries to move him physically. He decides to throw caution to the wind then and teleports them both into their house instead.
After checking that the door is securely locked, they wouldn't want anybody trying to take advantage of their current situation, Sans quickly makes his way to the kitchen, scouring their fridge for anything that might be helpful.
Some leftovers from Grillby's are all they have left.
He brings them to Papyrus anyway, whom is already pushing himself up into a sitting position on the floor, back perched carefully against their couch, despite the many wounds.
"That was rather... painful." He says idly, and if Sans didn't know any better he'd say that was a joke.
"Here you go, Boss." He tries to hand his brother the greasy packet but the taller skeleton waves it away, annoyed.
"I'm not eating that crap and you know it."
Sans rolls his eyes, putting it on the table instead. "You're being stubborn."
"Surprise."
Papyrus looks at him carefully, eyes half-lidded and smiles. Sans feels his face heat up all of the sudden, though he isn't sure why.
"W-What?"
His brother looks away then. "Never mind."
Sans is kneeling in front of him, and Papyrus sighs, as if he has to really weigh his next words. Sans waits patiently, scared that saying anything might break whatever strange spell has clearly taken a hold of his brother so suddenly.
"Sans." Papyrus says. "Come here."
With some hesitation, like maybe he's being lured into a trap, Sans scoots over, closer still until he's on his knees right in front of the sitting skeleton, faces level.
"What do yo-"
And then there is a hand on the back of his skull, pulling him forward and meshing their mouths together.
It isn't gentle. Papyrus doesn't kiss him like a lover would. Instead it is messy and desperate and maybe just a little bit crazy. Because they both know they shouldn't be doing this.
Sans' entire body stiffens, unsure what to do and Papyrus drops his hand into his lap, letting go of him immediately. Probably thinking this isn't what Sans wants at all.
He opens his mouth to say something and Sans takes the opportunity to lean in, making his brother utter a surprised gasp. He feels something wet and warm slide against his teeth and shudders.
The moment seems to last for ages, but in reality it's probably only been a few seconds before Papyrus is dragging him in, using both hands to grip the front of his jacket and pull him closer, until Sans is practically sitting in the taller skeleton's lap.
Their foreheads are touching and it's a weirdly intimate gesture, even considering what they are doing right now. Sans uses his hands as leverage against his brother's shoulders, pulling them closer together still.
Papyrus sighs into the motion, pulling back for a second and their eyes lock. His gaze is... intense. Heated, and it makes another shudder run down Sans' spine. The way his brother is looking at him is almost-
There's teeth against his throat, something wet licking the side of his collarbone and Sans throws his head back suddenly, giving Papyrus better access. Deft hands are pushing at his jacket, trying to get him to take it off and Sans obliges, fumbling with Papyrus' scarf in turn.
It's like they can't expose enough of each other all at once, as if the entire room is too hot for comfort.
Papyrus buck his hips and Sans can feel something there. He looks down, the bulge in his brother's pants unmistakable and he grins, pushing himself forward even more until he can grind his hips against it.
"S-Sans-" Papyrus moans, surprised but not exactly displeasing in tone. His entire face is turning as red as a tomato and Sans finds it more endearing than anything else.
"Didn't know you had it in you, Boss." Sans practically purrs, moving slowly but deliberately as their bodies press together, loving the way Papyrus'ands roam all over him, stroking the side of his skull, the back of his neck, the side of his arms.
His own erection has formed as well and Sans loves the way they're feeling against each other too, tight and hot and so so fucking good. He grinds down harder, wrapping his legs around his brother's waist eagerly and ignoring the way the taller skeleton hisses in pain.
It only seems to edge Papyrus on further, as he continues pushing up into Sans' motions even harder, until they find an unsteady rhythm that leaves them both panting.
Their mouths meet again and this time it's even more desperate, yearning. They've waited so long they can't get enough of each other fast enough now that's it's finally happening.
Too soon Sans can feel something tight curling inside his gut and he pulls back to groan against the side of his bother's skull.
"Ngh- Boss, I'm s-so close."
Papyrus nods, rutting against him like his life depends on it and then he's biting on the side of Sans' neck, sharp canines digging into sensitive bone.
Sans screams as he cums, hips bucking widely as the sudden wave of pleasure and pain rush over him, swallowing him completely.
He blinks sluggishly afterwards, trying to get back into the present. His pants feel uncomfortably sticky, and there's a sharp throbbing where Papyrus pulled his little stunt, but overall there's more bliss than anything else.
His brother is looking at him with wide eyes, something indecipherable within them and for a moment Sans just knows it's regret.
He swallows, bracing his hands against the floor to push away but two arms encircle him before he can do so.
"I'm sorry."
Sans looks up at his brother slowly and there's tears pooling around the corners of papyrus' eye sockets. He frowns.
"B-Boss?"
He doesn't think he has ever seen Papyrus cry before and the sight is foreign, making something painstakingly stab at his soul. To know that he is the cause of this-
"It's ok." He says quickly. "It's ok Papyrus."
And as he wraps his arms around his brother in turn, careful this time to avoid aggravating his fresh wounds, he lays his head against the other's chest, sighing when he can feel the other's soul so close to his own. Can feel the connection even as it's forming.
What have they done.