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It was a quiet evening on the surface. The sun had mostly set, fireflies were flitting about, and Papyrus and Mettaton were sitting out on the back porch of Papyrus’s house, enjoying the cool air. After leading such tough lives underground, they were happy to have peace, and to be able to love each other without fear of ridicule or getting hurt.
Well, perhaps “love” was a strong word at the moment. The two had only started dating less than a month ago. But the feelings were strong for both of them, and they liked to think that the feelings would stay—grow, even.
So they were very content at the moment. Mettaton could tell Papyrus was enjoying the warmth of his robotic body by the way he was snuggling into him. Papyrus’s skeletal body gave off no warmth and had no soft parts, and yet Mettaton found him quite cuddly. He nestled his face against Papyrus’s and sighed deeply.
By the time they stirred, it was full nighttime, and crickets were chirping loudly. Papyrus lifted his head and said, “We should get you home.”
Mettaton pouted. “Can’t I stay here? Sans is away, isn’t he?”
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. You’ll have to wear my clothes to bed, though. They’ll be quite big on you…”
“Fine by me.”
Papyrus stood and took one pair of Mettaton’s hands, pulling him up. Both sets of Mettaton’s arms snaked their way around Papyrus and refused to let go. “You’re my prisoner now.”
“Oh, no. The Great and Terrible Papyrus has been captured! Whatever shall I do?” Papyrus cried dramatically. He got an evil grin on his face—then, he shortcutted out of Mettaton’s arms to behind Mettaton and scooped up the robot in his arms. “Now you’re captured.”
“You and your skeleton magic.” Mettaton stuck out his lower lip.
Chuckling, Papyrus carried Mettaton back inside the house.
They both changed into pajamas—Mettaton wearing a ginormous T-shirt and sweatpants that belonged to Papyrus—and sat on Papyrus’s bed across from each other. Papyrus glanced at Mettaton’s right arms, which were both sticking out of the same sleeve, and laughed.
“Well, it’s that or I go shirtless!”
Papyrus shrugged casually. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
Mettaton blushed slightly. “I wouldn’t either.” He paused. “If you did, I mean.”
Papyrus blushed too. He reached forward and took both sets of Mettaton’s hands. He slid each of his hands between Mettaton’s. “Look… a hand sandwich.”
Mettaton laughed. “You are so goofy.” He squeezed Papyrus’s hands.
Quiet fell over both of them as they gazed at their intertwined hands. Mettaton dared to look up at Papyrus’s face, glancing over those sharp cheekbones and jagged fangs that protruded from his mouth. He’d kissed those cheekbones many times, but not the fangs… not yet. He’d found himself thinking more and more about kissing those fangs. He just hadn’t had the courage… yet.
Maybe that was about to change.
“Can I try something?” he said before he could chicken out.
“Oh, of course.” Papyrus waited expectantly.
Sweet Papyrus… he trusted Mettaton so much, he didn’t even ask what he wanted to try.
Mettaton slowly leaned forward, looking only at Papyrus’s fangs and closing his eyes just before his lips met them.
It was a soft kiss at first, as Mettaton left himself open to being pushed away. But within seconds, Papyrus’s jaws were pressing harder against his own, like he really wanted this.
Well, Mettaton really wanted this too.
The kissing soon turned to making out, and by the time it was all over, Mettaton and Papyrus were lying back on Papyrus’s pillows, breathless.
“I was waiting for that,” Papyrus whispered. “I really wanted to, for a long time. But… I know my face looks scary. I didn’t want to frighten you off.”
“Darling, I could kiss your face forever and ever,” Mettaton assured him. He took one of Papyrus’s hands and played with his fingers. “You have no idea how cute I think you look.”
Papyrus’s eye sockets widened. “Well, that’s a first,” he murmured.
Mettaton chuckled and moved forward to kiss Papyrus’s mouth one last time. “Really. I could go on and on about how I love everything you do.”
“Well, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
Neither of them slept much that night. Instead, they spent the night hours whispering I love you’s, sharing their favorite things about each other, and, of course, giving tender touches and kisses, the feel of which their bodies would never forget.