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It's been a good long while since Susie first brought the vintage television to Mettaton, donating it to the lonely ghost at Tenna's request for them to find him a new home. Their first interaction wasn't exactly family-friendly to say the least. Tenna had accidentally broadcasted some kind of scandalous music video when he was first turned on, but Mettaton didn't seem to mind much. In fact, he actually enjoyed it.
Mettaton's ghostly body wasn't what he felt he was meant for. He'd always envisioned himself to be something more extravagant and maybe even sultry. Watching music videos like that made him feel a bit more confident, even if only for a few minutes.
Tenna was glad he didn't blow it immediately with his new owner. He was excited to get to know this new face, after all! Find out their favorite movie genre, favorite actor, favorite tv show. Maybe find out who else in their life might be watching him with them. However, as time passed on, Tenna came to realise just how lonely this ghost was. Nobody around him understood his yearning for the big screen, to be loved by thousands, maybe even millions one day! But Tenna did. And maybe through some force of will or just by the electric humming coming from the CRT, Mettaton could feel that.
Tenna had never been with someone who talked to him like this before. It was a kind of company he didn't know he needed. Tenna would listen to every idea, every vision of every fantastical scenario or version of the future Mettaton had. He wanted to be live on stage, doing wild performances, singing, dancing for the masses as they threw him roses and roared in applause.
Tenna loved listening to the way he'd describe how he wanted to look. Always involving shining sparkles and sharp sleek edges. He describes all he could do with stretching robotic arms, the tricks and flips he could do would be show stopping! The way he spoke of it brought it to life for Tenna. When he saw him on the other side of the screen, he could see his exact vision as if it were standing right in front of him.
Even though Tenna was unable to communicate with Mettaton, he could really feel a connection between the two of them grow. Mettaton kept him on constantly, even while he was asleep. As if his presence was the only comfort to him. Tenna made sure to play calming nature shows or something of the sort while he slept. The energy was calming, sweet, and warm. Completely different from the usual busy and frankly overstimulating environment that show biz provides.
As time continued, Tenna was starting to feel a sort of something for Mettaton. He was of course always attracted to talent, and to simply call Mettaton “talented” would be an outrageous understatement. His singing was beyond beautiful, his voice sultry and deep akin to the stars of old like Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby.
Tenna always found himself getting lost in the sound of it until one of the ghost's cousins would bang on the door and tell him to shut up. Tenna's antennae would droop slightly when he'd see that neglected look on Mettaton's face. He wished he could do something.
One particular time after this happened, Mettaton started to cry to himself soon after. He floated over to Tenna with a sniffle.
“Oh, Mr. Tenna. I’m afraid you might be the only one who's ever seen me…”
The ghost placed a soft little kiss to his screen, warm static buzzing against his lips. Tenna was shocked to say the least at this, a little spark of electricity coming off one of his antennae as he felt it. His screen tinted pink slightly over top of the show that was playing.
“Whats this?” Mettaton held the side of the tv.
“I suppose she did say the colors were sort of messed up.”
he let out a soft chuckle.
“Either that or Mr. Tenna has got a crush on me.” he joked to himself, but in reality he wasn't far off in the slightest.
Tenna has never had this happen to him before. Sure, the late night programming on some channels came with seeing some things he wished he hadn't on occasion back in the day. But that isn't anywhere close to what just happened. Behind the screen, Tenna places his hand over his “forehead” where the ghost had kissed him and tries not to think too hard about it.
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Mettaton wakes up in an unfamiliar darkness. He had gotten so used to waking up with Tenna's light bathing the room in a soft glow. He blinks a couple times, trying to take in his surroundings. It's dark. It's too dark to see anything. He gets up off his mattress, moving towards where Tenna usually sits. Instead, he's met with a large shoe. Reaching out his hand, he feels what seems to be leather fabric. Hardly even a moment later, a bright rectangular flash of white light comes from above him.
Mettaton, squinting from the light, takes a moment to adjust. He gasps when he finally sets his eyes on a very large body sitting with its knees tucked up under its familiar CRT TV head.
“Great to finally formally introduce myself to ya, sweetheart.”
Comes from the speaker. Mettaton blinks in surprise as Tenna reaches out his hand to shake his.
“Folks call me Mr. Tenna, but I s’pose you already know that.”
He says with a chuckle.
Mettaton is speechless for a moment before shaking his hand.
“M-Mr. Tenna?! You- You're real? And… very large-”
He swallows as Tenna stands up, absolutely towering over him.
“And glad to be!”
Tenna bows a bit.
Mettaton still can't seem to comprehend what's going on until they soon come to the conclusion that this must be some kind of fantastical dream.
“Are you feeling alright, doll?” Tenna asks, tilting his head.
Mettaton blinks himself out of his thoughts, deciding he might as well run with it. After all, that's show business!
“yeah- Yes! Of course, darling, I just can't help but be a bit startled by this new look of yours.”
Tenna lets out a hardy laugh
“NEW? Hah! I've looked this way for as long as I've known myself, this is just your first look at the real me!” he shouts
Mettaton giggles a little.
“Well, I'm more than happy to see it, then”
Tenna’s screen shows little pink lines where his cheeks would be as he adjusts his big yellow tie and clears his throat with a little chuckle.
“Ah- uhem, always great to hear, heh!”
Mettaton lets out another giggle at his rather unexpected reaction to such light flirting.
“Come along now, I've got something positively SPECTACULAR to show you!”
Curious, Mettaton follows after him. Somehow after not even entering any sort of building or anything, he finds himself in a backstage or green room area of sorts. He continues following Tenna until they reach a door labeled “dressing room”
A wide smile spreads across Tenna's screen as if he’s having trouble holding back excitement.
He opens the door, revealing what appears to be an extremely shiny robotic suit.
“Wha-”
Mettaton covers his mouth in shock as Tenna smiles down at him.
“I had to bring on the FINEST engineers on this side of the darkworld to cook up this baby just for you!” Tenna exclaims.
The magnificent being standing before them is a 10 foot tall robot, sleek, shiny, sparkly. It's somehow just as he'd imagined it to be. Big spikey shoulder pads with a hot pink chest plate and a little heart on the abdomen. Its face was beautiful and sultry, synthetic black hair covering one of the eyes. the visible one being colored to have beautiful eye makeup done, along with some stylish lipstick to pull the look together.
“Mr. Tenna, I-”
He cuts him off
“You can just call me Tenna when we’re not on air, sweetheart.”
He states, his voice softer and less booming than how mettaton has heard previously.
“On air?”
He replies.
“You heard that right! In just 10 short minutes, you'll be LIVE ON TV while I give you an EXCLUSIVE interview!!”
He exclaims, confetti popping out of nowhere.
“An interview? Oh my…”
Mettaton is a bit overwhelmed by all this, how couldn’t he be? The first thought in his mind is why in the WORLD would he want to give him an interview? He's really nothing special…
But he's not about to ruin this dream, he's gotta just roll with it.
“Well, I suppose I should get ready then! Thank you for… everything. This is just gorgeous.”
Tenna smiles
“Of course, nothing but the best for my star guest!”
Mettaton giggles at him before moving up to the figure, running their hand over the arm, then the chest.
“How exactly do I..?”
Tenna completes his thought
“Oh! Here you go, just screw this open…”
He takes hold of the heart on its abdomen and twists it to the left until it pops off.
“And just head right on in there!”
Mettaton’s ghostly figure makes its way into the opening made for him.
Soon after, the eyes light up as he powers on. He blinks a couple times, now looking up at Tenna from a slightly taller angle than before.
“How does it feel?”
He bends his arms and wiggles his fingers a little as he gets used to this new body.
He attempts to take a step forward, stumbling a bit. Tenna catches him, holding his hand so he can have something to hold onto as he learns how to walk.
It doesn't take him long before he's strutting around like he’d always imagined himself to be. Tenna gives him a little spin.
“See? You're a natural!!”
He exclaims.
Mettaton shares a warm smile with him before Tenna realizes they've been holding hands for a good long while now.
He lets go of his hand, a pink blush fading onto his screen as he does so. He clears his throat.
“uh- well, we’re on in 2 minutes so I-”
Before he can finish his sentence, his words are cut off by a strong embrace. Mettaton's arms wrap around his waist a couple times in a tight hug, his face against his stomach. Tenna takes a small step back in surprise, his screens display turning pink at the touch.
“Ah- uh, heh… you, uh… you okay?”
Tenna stammers out.
Mettaton releases him from the hug, Tenna pulling at the collar of his shirt a little before fixing his tie.
“My apologies, I just don't know how I could ever thank you enough for this.”
Tenna smiles goofily.
“No need to thank me! You're the one with all the STAR POWER here! I just wanna make sure the audience sees you how I- how you see yourself to be!”
Mettaton smiles, choking back a giggle at the way he stumbled over his words a bit there. If this guy really is his TV, then maybe he actually does have a crush on him with the way he's been acting. Not that Mettaton minds in the slightest. It's flattering for one thing. The other thing of course being that Tenna has that sort of charm where you can't help but like him right back.
“!AH! OH GOOD GOLLY IM ON IN 30 SECONDS! SEE YOU OUT THERE!”
Tenna shouts as he dashes to the main stage, making Mettaton giggle as he makes his way over to where he’ll be making his entrance.
“Welcome back to the show, folks! Today I've got an ab-so-lutey FABULOUS special guest on for you all!”
Tenna announces, spinning around before pointing to stage left.
“COME ON OUT!! We’re DE-LIGHTED to have you here today!”
Mettaton steps out onto the stage with a wave, being met with an uproar of applause from the audience. He smiles and bows dramatically at this, something he's always wanted to do.
“Isnt he GREAT folks?”
Tenna exclaims as he makes his way over to his seat at a desk, Mettaton following and sitting in the seat to the left of him.
“Now, Mettaton, we all know you're an EXTREMELY talented musical artist and dancer. But what inspired you to start this journey of yours? What gives you that spark of passion?”
Mettaton is a bit surprised and very flattered by his question. He really must be his TV if he knows these things about him. He's never shown his dancing to anybody before, aside from of course dancing alone in his room. Unless he was never truly alone and his biggest fan was right there in front of him without him even knowing.
“Well, Mr. Tenna… I've always loved the passion behind good television. The creativity and work that goes into a single film or even just a music video is so inspiring to me. I truly love it.”
Mettaton says, his tone undeniably flirtatious but still clearly truthful.
Tenna's screen is met with those same silly little blush lines at his words as he tries (and fails) to suppress a goofy smile.
“Awh, gee… a man after my own heart, folks!”
He exclaims as Mettaton lets out a giggle.
A few questions later, and the crowd can't get enough of him! Mettaton has never felt more seen for his real self in his life. It's not helping that Tenna is somehow managing to give him goo-goo eyes as he answers his questions, making him feel a little extra seen.
“Alrighty, folks! Next up on the roster is an EXCLUSIVE performance by Mettaton himself!”
Mettaton, not knowing about any kind of performance, looks at Tenna with surprise.
Suddenly, the seats and the desk are gone, being replaced with a mic on a stand and a spotlight right on Mettaton. Tenna is now somehow off in the right wing of the stage, giving him two thumbs up.
“Knock em’ dead” he mouths to him.
Mettaton smiles, relaxing a bit. Although he's always wanted to perform, he's never gotten the chance to until now. The nerves are inevitable, but they fade as he hears the beginning of his favorite song begin to play. “Strangers in the Night” by Frank Sinatra. He shoots a smile over to Tenna. He had to have known with how much he listens to it.
He begins to sing, and the whole room is quiet. The only thing anyone could pay attention to was the hypnotizing sound of Mettaton’s voice as he sang. He knew every word, every note, every miniscule bit of emotion in the song. His passion was so clear and bright and beautiful that you could swear there was a sort of light radiating off of him.
Tenna stands in the wing to stage right, his mouth slightly agape as he stands in utter awe at his performance. He fidgets with his tie as he unfortunately feels himself fall even deeper in love than he already had been.
“Wow…” he whispers.
He puts his fingers to the side of his TV head.
“Mike, bring me a bouquet of pink roses, stat.”
He demands in a soft tone.
Mettaton's performance felt as if it lasted a lifetime and didn't go on long enough at the same time. His smile is brighter than ever as he bows to the audience. Flowers get tossed to him as they cheer and whistle for him. He lets out a giggly laugh of pure joy. He looks over to where Tenna is standing. He's holding his hands behind his back as he gives him a big proud smile.
Mettaton waves goodbye to the audience as the curtains close. He immediately makes his way over to Tenna, practically jumping from pure joy.
“Can you believe that? I've never felt more alive! More appreciated… I've never felt this way before.”
Tenna's smile softens as he looks down at him.
“I believe it more than anyone, sweetheart. I knew you'd shine bright out there.”
He says, his voice sweet.
He takes a bouquet of pink roses out from behind his back, tugging and fidgeting with his tie as he does so.
“Tenna…”
Mettaton replies as he receives the flowers. He just had so many flowers thrown at him a moment ago, but these ones mean just that little bit more.
“It took too long for your extravagant talent to be shown to the people, really. You knocked the wind outta me, doll.”
Tenna chuckles.
Mettaton smiles up at him. His shiny eye catching the dim light of Tenna's screen.
“You flatter me. You're the one who set all this up for me, so don't give me all the credit.”
He says, his voice soft spoken.
“Alrighty, if you say so.”
Tenna replies, their gazes catch at just the right time to get lost in each other for a second.
Tenna clears his throat.
“Well, I'd better get a move on.”
He says as he takes a step back, adjusting his tie a bit.
Mettaton giggles.
“Just going to leave me all on my wistful lonesome, then?”
He asks, following after his step.
Tenna blushes
“I- … you can, um… my- my office is this way.”
Mettaton smiles wider at his nervous response as he follows after him.
Tenna opens the door for him, gesturing him inside. The gentleman that he is.
He enters the office, it smells of old cologne and must, but not the bad kind.
The bouquet of flowers gets placed down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Tenna fidgets with his tie for what might be the 100th time that evening as Mettaton sits on the couch, crossing his legs. He smiles up at him.
“I hope you know that the feeling is mutual”
Mettaton states with a smile.
It takes Tenna a good second to catch on to what he was saying, but when he does, his screen tints pink as he looks away. His hand won't leave his tie just out of pure nerves.
“Ah, you caught me, huh?”
Tenna replies with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he sits down next to Mettaton on the couch. Continuing to avoid eye contact.
“It wasn't exactly difficult, darling.”
Mettaton teases with a giggle. Tenna ducks his head out of embarrassment, his screen still glowing pink.
“Good- good to know”
Tenna chuckles nervously.
“S-so, you… the feeling is mutual? What exactly do you see in an old TV like me?”
He asks, his antennae drooping a little bit.
Mettaton smiles softly, placing a hand on Tenna's thigh to reassure him. Tenna looks at him in response, beginning to blush again.
“Are you serious? I’ve never had someone be so kind to me, do something so thoughtful for me. Not to mention how charming you are. It’d be hard not to have a crush on you.”
He states, squeezing his thigh a little bit in sincerity.
Tenna's screen starts glowing pink again before he quickly looks back down at his feet.
“O-oh, I see…”
He's trying not to embarrass himself, but little does he know that Mettaton finds his shyness extremely cute.
“So, Mr. Tenna. What would your response be if I suggested maybe… acting on these feelings…?”
Mettaton slithers his arm around Tenna's waist slowly as he asks the question, making Tenna shiver.
“H- uh- S-sure! Er, i mean… id say yes.. To that… s-suggestion.”
Tenna almost immediately covers the side of his face with his hand out of embarrassment at how he replied, his screen's pink glow only becoming more saturated.
Mettaton can't help but giggle at him as he scoots up closer beside him.
“Thats exactly what I wanted to hear…”
He says as he gets up on his knees, leaning up and placing a kiss on the side of his head. There's a mark of his lipstick left behind.
Tenna turns his head to face him in slight surprise, one of his antennae letting off a little glowing spark.
“Ah, right. I gave you a kiss before, didn't I?” Mettaton says, smiling at his cute face.
“It was right here, right?”
He asks, placing a kiss on the side of his screen.
“Or, no. It was actually here, wasn't it?”
Mettaton tugs on Tenna's tie, forcing him closer before placing a kiss at the top of his screen. Tenna’s internal fans start to kick on as mettaton “tries to find the spot he kissed before” AKA, peppers kisses all over his screen while slowly moving himself on top of him.
Tenna’s getting pushed down to lay on the couch as Mettaton moves on top of him, straddling his waist. Tenna’s a bit too tall to fully lay on the couch, his feet over the edge of the arm. Once the TV has been thoroughly smooched, Mettaton backs away slightly to find Tenna very pink and sporting a big old goofy smile, not to mention covered in lipstick stains. He lets out an amused sigh at Tenna's cartoonishly flustered face.
“Golly, is it getting h-hot in here or is it just me?”
Tenna says, words slurring together a tiny bit as he tugs on the collar of his shirt. Mettaton giggles.
“I believe that would be the both of us, my darling.”
He replies, Tenna’s antennae sparking in response.
Mettaton doesn't waste time as he begins loosening Tenna's tie, undoing it and letting it sprawl across his chest.
“Would you be a dear and remove that jacket for me, please?”
Mettaton asks, his tone sweet and soft. Tenna doesn't waste time either as he unbuttons it and slips out of it..
“Youre very handsome, you know that?”
Mettaton says in response to him all mussied up like this.
“I uh, I think that was one of the first things you ever said to me.”
He says with a chuckle, his screen's pink tint shining between the two of them.
“Oh yes, I remember now. I mean it even more now, though, darling.”
Tenna lets out a flattered chuckle, scratching the side off his head.
“Awh, gee… thanks. I-”
Tenna's words are cut off by a sudden kiss. It takes a second for his hand to make its way to hold Mettatons back, pulling him closer.
The kiss breaks, Tenna lets giggle slip out as he gazes up at Mettaton.
“I could get used to that…”
He mumbles, making Mettaton’s smile widen as he rolls his eyes playfully.
“I hope you don't, I want you to react like that every time.”
He flirts in response, making Tenna’s antennae flicker with a spark again.
“Youre adorable…”
Mettaton says with a chuckle.
“Hey now, I thought I was handsome.”
Tenna replies, trying to have some kind of banter even if he’s a bit mushy at the moment.
“Mhm, the best of both worlds.”
Mettaton says with a sultry tone. Tenna brings a hand up to his face in an attempt to hide the glowing blush on his screen to no avail.
Mettaton giggles again. This might be the most he's laughed in a long time.
“S-sorry about my lack-luster performance, I'm much better with words on stage.”
Tenna stammers, beyond embarrassed at his less than manly reactions to Mettaton's flirting and touches.
“Oh, no no no. I think this might be my favorite performance of yours yet, my dear.”
He flirts. Tenna removes his hand from his face, trying not to smile too hard.
“Now, darling. Do I have permission to unbutton this shirt of yours?”
Mettaton asks, his hand rubbing along Tenna's chest. Tenna’s screen flickers a bit before he stammers out a response.
“Heh!- uh, yeah- Yes! Er, I mean, go right ahead!”
Mettaton giggles.
“You chatter when you're nervous, don't you? No need, dear.”
He begins unbuttoning his shirt, his gloved hand running down his chest plate deliberately.
“Just lay back and let me take care of you, my love.”
The name “my love” makes Tenna’s antennae flick a little, a goofy smile spreading across his screen.
“Al- Alright.”
He mutters, his fans kicking up a notch as Mettaton traces his fingertip along the edge of his chest cavities panel. A shiver runs up his frame.
“May I?”
Mettaton asks in a voice hardly louder than a whisper.
Tenna doesn't speak, he just nods with a nervous air about him.
“Are you sure, darling? You seem a bit hesitant.”
Tenna lifts his head up off the arm of the couch a little bit.
“Nono, i- i do. I mean, I am sure. I'm just a bit rusty, it's, uh… it's been a while.”
He replies, sounding a bit embarrassed. Mettaton sighs.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, dear, you're a busy man. Which is exactly why I want you to relax, okay?”
Tenna nods, laying his head back against the arm of the couch and taking a deep breath.
Mettaton gently presses down on the panel, opening the hatch. The cold air against his circuitry makes him shiver.
There's 4 boxes, two on either side of his chest cavity with wires connecting up to the one in the upper middle labeled with a heart shaped sticker that has an electricity bolt in the middle. The last one fills up the bottom section of the cavity and has a thick stem coming out the top of it that also goes up into the “heart” box. A spine of some sort, maybe?
“Very high quality vintage tech, I see…”
Mettaton whispers. He carefully traces a fingertip over the lower box, making Tenna jolt as a deep giggle slips from him. He swiftly lifts a hand to grab Mettaton's wrist.
“Hey- hang on there now! be careful with that. I'm ticklish, you know.”
He stammers.
Mettaton snorts a little bit, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in playful disbelief. Of course he's freaking ticklish. What an absolute goob. An increasingly adorable and undeniably lovable goob.
“Alright then, love, I'll try my best to avoid that area.”
After that whole thing, Mettaton is unsure of what reactions to expect from Tenna. Even with that, he starts gently tracing along a wire to the right side of his cavity. All the wires have colored plastic casing on them, this one being yellow.
Tenna bends a knee a little bit as his hand clutches at the couch cushion. He hums, squirming at the touch barely enough to notice. This was just what Mettaton was hoping for.
He takes the wire gently with his index finger and carefully pulls on it.
Tenna’s antennae let out a crack of electricity, making a loud popping sound as Tenna tries his best not to let out any embarrassing noises. His back arches off the couch a little bit as Mettaton tenderly twirls the wire around his finger.
“Hagh- mmn– …!”
He bends his arm over his screen and clenches his fist. He's trembling all over.
Mettaton couldn't be happier at this. He bites his lip as he releases the wire and tucks it back into place carefully.
Tenna is out of breath, unclenching his fist as his antennae twitch slightly.
“Oh s-sugar…”
He mutters, his voice trembling along with the rest of him.
Mettaton sighs lovingly at how he sounds.
“Thats it, darling. You're doing wonderfully.”
He notices a wire that has a couple little punctures in the casing.
“Whats this?”
He touches it lightly, only to get shocked by it without even making full contact. Tenna lets out a small yelp of pain, his body stiffening for a second as a much louder pop of electricity comes from his antennae than the last time before they droop down right after.
“Cghkk- c-careful there, sweetheart… these ‘r vintage wires, you could get z-zapped…”
Tenna's voice had a bit of static cut in at the beginning before he could get out the sentence.
“What happened here?”
He asks softly, rubbing the side of the opening to his chest to soothe him.
It takes Tenna a second to answer.
“T-thats, uh…”
He swallows
“Not… not everyone's as gentle as you, angel.”
Mettaton tries to focus on his concern and not on the fact that Tenna just called him “angel”
“You poor thing…”
Tenna shakes his head
“It… It's alright, really. N-no need to worry yourself with my problems.”
Mettaton furrows his brow slightly.
“I think i’ll worry myself with it if i so please, Mr. Tenna.”
Tenna blushes, swallowing at his stern response.
“U-uhm, if you, uh… if you really want to.”
“I do.”
Mettaton replies, a smile returning to his face
“Do you have any electrical tape in here?"
He asks in a calming tone.
Tenna points at his desk.
Mettaton outstretches an arm to the desk, feeling around in the dark until he finds the little roll of black electrical tape.
“How come you never fixed this before?”
He asks as he breaks off a little strip of tape
“My- My hands are sorta too big to do any detail work.”
Tenna replies with a chuckle.
“So you never called a repairman?”
Mettaton asks, almost like a concerned parent.
Tenna's antennae droop lower at the question, his hand moving up to scratch the side of his head.
“I dont- i didnt…”
He sighs.
“What if they messed me up even more, you know?”
Mettaton frowns softly, bringing a hand to hold the side of Tenna's head.
“You poor sweet thing.”
He leans in and presses a sweet kiss to his lips, making Tenna melt ever so slightly.
“I’m gonna patch you up, okay?”
Mettaton whispers against Tenna’s lips. He nods.
Mettaton sits back down on Tenna's stomach carefully, taking the piece of tape and preparing to possibly get shocked again.
“You ready?”
He asks, his voice soft.
Tenna nods his head, bracing himself for potential pain.
Mettaton places the piece of tape over one of the small holes in the casing, slightly tensed in expectation of getting shocked again or for Tenna to be in pain.
However, neither of those things happen.
Tenna tenses before a hardy shiver rolls up his frame, his antennae twitching a tiny bit as he bites on his lip.
Mettaton smiles, both in relief and delight.
“How are you feeling?”
He asks, his tone filled with a sultry deepness as he slowly wraps the electrical tape around the puncture.
“Ghahh- good! Good, good, good. fhgh- f-feeling… good…!”
He rambles on, his grip on the couch cushion tightening.
Mettaton tries not to giggle at his reaction as he rips off another piece of tape from the roll.
“Two more to go, okay?”
He coo’s, his voice soft and warm like he doesn't know exactly what he’s doing to him.
“Mhmh…”
Tenna replies, his fans kicking up again.
As Mettaton applies the next piece of tape, Tenna's having a hard time staying still. His legs keep moving around and he keeps twitching at every little touch.
“I think it would be best if you tried to hold still, darling”
Mettaton says as he finishes on that piece of tape.
“Mgh, y-yeah… i- haah- s-sorry, angel.”
Mettaton smiles at what seems to be his new pet name as he starts wrapping a piece of tape around the last puncture.
Tenna brings his arm back over his screen as he focuses all his energy on not making any embarrassing sounds, failing a couple of times to a low whimper or a quiet moan. His screen glows bright pink from it all.
Mettaton sighs.
“I don't know why you insist on trying to stay quiet, my dear.”
He wonders aloud, making Tenna shiver.
He unclenches his fists, taking a shaky deep breath as he attempts to let himself relax and enjoy the sensations. Before he even gets a chance to, however, Mettaton finishes with the last piece of tape.
“There you go, darling. All fixed up.”
Mettaton says, tucking the wire back into place.
“Feel better?”
He asks, his fingertips gliding up along the edge of his chests opening.
Tenna takes a second to respond.
He nods slowly, his head leaned back against the arm of the couch.
There's a pause.
“P-please… please keep going…”
He murmurs, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Mettaton can't help but smile at his plea, bringing one of his hands up to stroke the side of his head. Tenna immediately leans into the touch as little sparks of electricity pop from one of his antennae.
“I’d be more than happy to oblige, my love…”
He replies in a deep, sultry tone.
Instead of grabbing the couch cushion or using his arm to cover up his screen, Tenna decides to hold Mettaton's hips, gently using his thumbs to rub his waist in a shy motion.
Mettaton’s smile widens at this gesture, his own fans starting to whirr at his careful touch.
“mmm, I think that's better for the both of us, darling”
his antennae twitch a little bit at Mettaton's words, his body laying a little more comfortably on the couch at the reassurance.
A few moments later, Mettaton begins tracing his fingertips up along the wires on the left side of Tenna’s chest cavity.
“mmm… hhgh…”
Tenna starts trembling again, his hands instinctively squeezing Mettaton's hips as he bends one of his knees, pressing his foot against the arm of the couch.
“Thats it, dear.”
Mettaton encourages, taking careful hold of a wire and tenderly massaging it with his thumb.
Tenna bites his lip, his antennae sparking with electricity yet again with that loud popping sound. He arches his back off the couch, his previously pink screen fading into a rosy red.
“Hmgh! angelll... Haah, mmnh… agh-”
Mettaton can’t get enough of being called “angel", It's getting addicting at this point and it's just making him want to see how far he can go with him before he short circuits.
He decides to do just that, curling his index and middle finger around two separate wires and pulling them out of place, tugging on them ever so slightly. His free arm slithers around Tenna’s waist a couple times over before he slowly and deliberately drags his fingertips along Tenna’s side
“OH-”
A heavy shiver rolls up Tenna’s frame at the abundance of sensation. His fans kick into overdrive as one of his hands moves to Mettaton's back, pulling him closer without thought. His screen flickers into static a good couple of times as Mettaton carefully twirls his wires around his fingers. An electric pulse shoots between his antennae at the feeling, visible steam coming from his vents.
“haah-! Oohhh- CGHKK- mmm… angel, please…”
He murmurs, pulling him a little bit closer as the static cuts between his sounds.
“Please what, my love?”
Mettaton asks in a whisper before Tenna takes a hold of his waist and pulls him closer to his screen, kissing him tenderly in the heat of the moment.
Mettaton is delighted by this kiss, wrapping his arms around Tenna's neck as they both melt into it.
A good few seconds later they blink out of the kiss, looking at each other with loving smiles.
“You’re outstanding, you know that?”
Mettaton whispers, placing a kiss to his screen.
Tenna lets out a chuckle. His antennae all bent out of shape from the sensory input.
“I… I can't believe I was lucky enough to find you.”
He says, his voice softer than Mettaton thought it honestly could be. He blinks in surprise at such heartfelt words, his fans kicking on a bit higher out of flattery.
“You big sweet heart…”
Mettaton giggles, causing that cute goofy smile to wiggle its way back onto Tenna's face. He pulls him a little closer.
“As much as I'd love to snuggle right up to you, I'm gonna have to put everything back in place for you before I do that.”
Mettaton says, sitting back up a little so he can put Tenna’s wires back in all their respective places.
Tenna shivers.
“Youre doing it for me?”
He asks.
Mettaton looks up at him confused for a second.
“Of course, my dear.”
Tenna smiles wider, the pink tint on his screen deepening a little.
“Thank you, angel…”
He says, his thumb gently rubbing up and down Mettaton's back.
He smiles in response as he finishes up and closes the hatch to Tenna's chest cavity
“My pleasure.”
Mettaton takes a hand and holds the side of Tenna's head, rubbing his thumb over his warmer than it should be casing. He moves his hand a bit lower, scratching the underside of his chin as Tenna lets out a pleasured giggle.
“Mmm… thatsss… nnnice…”
His words come out all slurred and mushy as he leans into the touch, melting into his hand.
"You're too cute for your own good, mister"
Mettaton coo's, tracing circles under his chin.
Tenna's antennae are twitching a little bit, moving in to form a little heart shape in response. His smile couldn't get any bigger, he looks almost dizzy.
"C-can't get enough of me, huh?"
He stammers, slowly leaning in closer to mettatons face.
He giggles in reply, pulling Tenna in even closer by the chin.
"You've got that right, my love..."
He whispers before kissing him, both of them smiling in it.
"Mhm..."
Tenna mumbles as the kiss breaks.
Mettaton removes his hand from Tenna's head and nestles up against him, wrapping his arms around his chest as he lays down on top of him. Tenna rests his hand on his back, holding him close in return.
“Tenna, darling?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you turn on the nature channel for me? I… I don't think I can fall asleep without it on anymore.”
Tenna smiles
“Of course…”
He switches himself on to some nature documentary re-run that they've both already watched probably a hundred times, but the little bit familiarity amidst all of these new things grounds them in their closeness.