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He loved him.
By god he, loved him so much.
He remembered when they had first met, really, actually met. It had been one of Frisk’s dinner parties, a little gathering of their very closest friends from the Underground.
And there he was.
Tall. Broad. Handsome beyond words.
When Papyrus laughed; that triumphant, proud, gorgeous laugh he had; the robot knew he was really in for it. It made his soul sing sweetly in his chest, his face colored blue by every witty comment, every smile.
Papyrus was so sweet to him, complimenting his hair and his outfit, saying he was simply radiant. He had taken his hand in his own, kissing it lightly, as he had heard one was supposed to do with very important people.
And it wasn’t just kind words. He was so, so gentle. When the skeleton scooped Frisk off their feet, he held them like they were something fragile, breakable. He was so terribly careful with them, and everybody, and everything.
He had tried to keep it a secret at first.
He hid his blush behind a gloved hand and a confident smirk. When that damn skeleton made his very soul ache it was all he could do to simply laugh along. Papyrus was just so perfect, there was no way he would want him.
But then there were flowers, and fleeting looks, and a pink flush to match his own blue one. They stole little moments where they could: a grazed hand as they passed, kind exchanges that held a certain want to them, a hug that lasted a little to long.
Within these one of these moments was the first time they kissed.
It was another party, a simple little function. Nothing he wasn’t used to, of course. They had wandered off into a secluded hallway, unexpectedly away from the other guests.
Papyrus was laughing along to one of his own jokes, Red solo cup in hand. They had both probably had a little to much to drink, by then. They were so close, leaning against a wall as music hummed beneath their feet.
His laughter died quietly, becoming simply a smile on his skull. He was so handsome, looking up at him with those tired sockets.
And he leaned in closer.
And their eyes met.
And it was like there were fireworks in his chest.
Nothing in his entire life had felt so perfect, so wonderful. Their teeth clacked together, and his hand found it’s way to a skeletal hip. He felt another snake it’s way to his waist and then further up his back in return.
The world fell away for the briefest of moments, leaving only them. They were one being, one beautiful, glorious creature.
And then it was over.
They separated, breathlessly, his face burning blue and his circuits beginning to spark. He had taken a few moments to just stare, starstruck, at Papyrus’s own surprised expression.
Finally, the skeleton spoke up, voice trembling with emotion and a breathless anticipation the robot had never heard before.
“Can we do that again????”
And he simply adored Papyrus.
Even as they agreed it would be the best to keep this all a secret. Even as they had their little fling away from the eyes of the public.
They stole kisses behind closed doors, and held hands beneath the table. Sweet nothings were shared over text, or side by side at night when they snuck into each other’s windows.
He told Papyrus his secrets, and earned the trust to learn some in return.
Papyrus wiped away his thick, inky tears when he told him about how he had left his cousins, and had been hiding his identity all this time. The skeleton told him that he was beautiful, no matter what form he was in. And as for his cousins….. he was trying to fix things, and that was all that mattered.
When Papyrus had revealed to him, late at night and curled up beside him, that his back would give him trouble, the robot made sure to kiss each and every one of his vertebrae. Afterward, he assured the skeleton that he could give excellent massages, and would love to do so whenever it was needed.
Papyrus would hold him around the waist because it made him feel good.
They began to lock arms rather than hold hands, as Papyrus liked it better.
Being with him just felt so wonderful.
Anytime they were apart, he was all he could think of.
And He loved him.
By god, he loved him so much.