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[mettatonvevo]

[When Mettaton lays eyes on him, he also has to fight off a big goofy grin that wants to spread. Luckily he can hide that easily by leaning down and gently tilting Sans's face up so he can press his lips against his mouth. He lingers for a moment longer than he should, a small spark of magic popping between them as he pulls away. It was a rather chaste kiss over all, no tongue, but perhaps more sensual than he intended right off the bat.

He looks around the room when Sans opens the door and laughs a bit.]

Cleaned, hm? It certainly looks better than the usual fiasco brewing in here.

[His eyes happen to drift to the bed and- wow. That's actually a livable, sleepable bed. He wasn't expecting that.]

Well look at you! Your bed looks like a bed and not a bird's nest! I'm proud of you.

[He nudges Sans a bit, all good-natured teasing and steps into the room.]

I brought some wine for us to drink! I think this is the flavor you said you liked the best?

DATING START

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[It's a nice kiss. The familiar kind that Sans has steadily gotten used to over the months. It's long since stopped feeling weird, though he still has to fight the sense of inadequacy now and then. He's never going to be able to fully reciprocate, and that's just how things are. He's getting used to that too.]

[That little jump of magic between them goes straight to his soul, making him feel warm.]

heh, right? it's slightly less terrible.

[He laughs when Mettaton comments on the bed, stepping aside to let him in.]

i mean, most of that was papyrus. i can't figure out fitted sheets to save my life. just figured it was high time it looked, yanno.

[He's about to say "usable" but god the Implication, so instead he waves his hand vaguely and says,]

normal.

[He grins at the sight of the wine.]

aw man. haven't had monster wine in awhile. yeah, this is the best stuff you can get in wonderland. thanks for bringing it. i've got snacks too.

[He jerks a thumb at a small table adorned with cheapo cheese and crackers and chips and dip.]

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[Mettaton loves hearing him laugh. There's just something so... wonderful about knowing he is the one to get him to laugh like that.]

I'll have to thank Papyrus sometime. He's such a sweet Monster. So helpful.

[He pulls his eyes away from the bed, trying not to think about what they could potentially be doing on there later tonight. It's very hard, however, since finding out that running his hands over Sans's bones gets the most delicious sounds out of the monster-

Uh. A n y w a y]

Well, we're going to wine, we're going to dine, and what will we be watching?

[And where? he wants to ask, but he thinks it might be the bed and he doesn't want to say anything that might imply more than just a regular date night between them. He's not sure if Sans is ready for anything super heavy and he's a bit nervous himself. But very, very interested if his previous thoughts are any indication. He's sort of glad that they're not resonated anymore, even if sometimes the absence is a bit of an ache.]

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yeah, he's pretty much the greatest.

[And that'll never change.]

well, i got an assortment. [He holds up a small stack of DVDs.] star trek iv, spaceballs, pitch perfect, and...i'm not sure how to pronounce this one.

[He holds up Moulin Rouge.]

i've only seen the star trek one. heh, i kinda just asked the closet for...fun date movies. uh, and i figured i could get some beanbag chairs outta the closet too. or i guess we could just sit on the bed.

[There's no Implications if they sit on the bed, right? Or is there? He's not sure.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton's eyes practically sparkle when Sans pulls out Moulin Rouge.]

Darling, there's no way you could have known, but I absolutely adore that movie!

[He looks at it fondly, chuckling.]

I adored this movie before I came to Wonderland, but this is the movie that led to me meeting Max, so now I am extra fond.

[Fun date movies. He's glad the closet didn't toss out anything potentially risque for a "date night".]

Oh the bed should be just fine. No need to trouble the closets any more than necessary!

[That sounded casual, right? Just wanting to be on the bed for snuggling. Nothing more than that. Haha. He's not... thinking of that at all.

He makes himself walk over and plop down on the bed, stretching out and then perching on his side to smile at Sans.]

I don't know if you wanted to pick a specific one to go first, but my vote is for Moulin Rouge.

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[Sans's own eyelights brighten.]

really? heh, no, i had no idea. that's amazing.

[He beams at the mention of Max.]

oh man, that's double amazing. max is great. i don't think i knew that you knew her.

[He's quietly grateful. Partially because he doesn't want to wrangle the closets again, and partially because this means he gets to sit right next to Mettaton and they can probably cuddle during the movie or, yanno, more.]

that all sounds good to me. if you like it so much, it must be pretty awesome.

[He pops the movie in and grabs the remote, then plunks down on the bed. He's gotten past enough of the shyness about this sort of thing, so he sits right next to Mettaton, even leaning a bit against him. Then he hits play.]

real glad you came over tonight. wonderland keeps kinda interrupting things. it's nice to have a night to ourselves.

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Really? Goodness, we've become quite good friends! She's my official photographer here.

[Regardless of whether she wants to be or not. That's just how he is.

Sans sets things up and then sits right next to him. Now, Mettaton is pretty sure that Sans doesn't really have any body heat to speak of, but perhaps it's magic that is warming between them that makes his soul flutter in its container. Ohhh he's got it bad tonight and he hopes he can reign it in and not make it awkward for Sans. Instinctively he makes room for Sans to lean on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. He just manages to restrain himself from caressing his shoulder, keeping it casual.]

Yes, this is really nice. I'm sure we'll have an event that will shake things up soon, but for now this feels like a wonderful spot of peace.

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oh man, she's a great photographer. bet she always captures your best side.

[Mettaton makes room and Sans settles against him with a contented little sigh like a sleepy cat. His soul reacts instantly to the physical contact, warming him from the inside-out. Man is he in a good mood tonight. Maybe...maybe if Mettaton is okay with it they can actually, maybe, finally...possibly...]

wonderland never likes to leave us in peace for long. gotta enjoy it while we can.

[He wraps an arm around Mettaton as he says this. Horniness aside, he just wants to be as close to him as possible.]

i like the music so far.

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She does! Though she seems to have not been taking pictures lately. I hope she's all right.

[Maybe he'll check in on her tomorrow. See what she's up to. He might as well- he's been here for so long, it's practically a guarantee that he will still be here come sunrise.

Sans settles against him and Mettaton feels like he needs to suck in a breath to steady himself despite the fact that he doesn't breathe. When he wraps his arm around him Mettaton snuggles a bit closer to him as well, craving that contact and resting his chin on top of Sans's skull. His eyes drift to the screen and he smiles gently. He feels like he hasn't felt this happy and nervous and excited in years.]

Isn't it wonderful? Apparently it takes famous human songs and sort of remixes them for the purpose of the film. Hearing the original version of the songs from this movie was quite a culture shock for me.

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yeah...she has her ups and downs. she's been lonely.

[She's been lonely the whole time she's been here, he thinks. Probably one reason why they've gotten along so well.]

[Mettaton seems overly warm against him. Or maybe he's just reading too much into things. Either way, it's nice, especially when Mettaton rests his chin on his head. They're practically wrapped up in each other. It's good. He can't help but think of that night on the roof. How...good it had all felt. How he'd surprised himself by liking it so much.]

oh, that's neat. really cool idea. i'll have to check out the original stuff later too.

[This story is about love. The woman that I love is dead. Oh damn, he hopes this isn't some kind of sad love story thing, that's kinda gonna put a damper on things, right? Only then the movie goes into mood whiplash and turns comedic, and Sans can't help but laugh. Humans are weird.]

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[They are so, so close and Mettaton can feel warmth and magic between them and while he thinks he should probably put some space there since he really really does Not want to put any pressure on Sans to do anything tonight, he can't bring himself to untangle from him. He holds him closer, in fact, letting a few fingers creep under his hoodie and shirt to gently ghost them over the bones underneath.]

She's been especially lonely since Chloe left. They were so cute together. I know it's terrible to say, but I hope she comes back. They really seemed to love living here together.

Oh please do! They're absolutely wonderful in their own right!

[Mettaton laughs as well, even as he knows that yeah... this is gonna get sad. All well. Sans has seen him cry before and he doesn't care that he might look ugly so if they watch until that point hits, things will be just fine. It's a nice feeling to know you can be your full self to someone no matter what.]

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[He feels fingers against his spine and ribs and god that feels good. Even better than normal. Everything's lining up just right. He just needs to try and keep this...what do you even call it. A buzz? A horny buzz? Sure. Just gotta keep that horny buzz going and then maybe they can finally...]

[Bone.]

[He chuckles faintly at the self-pun, leaning into the touch. He runs his hand up and down Mettaton's back in turn, lingering at the sensors.]

yeah. people shouldn't be separated like that.

[Family members, lovers, anyone with a deep connection to someone. It's not fair to have only one half of a whole in Wonderland.]

[He knows he's probably not gonna come back from it the next time Papyrus leaves. Or if Mettaton leaves. He's not sure what he'd do with himself.]

[The thought makes him snuggle in a little closer, though he's still happily watching the movie. Right now they're together, and that's all that matters.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Sans leans into the touch, even going as far as to run his hand over Mettaton's sensors on his back and lingering there, as if he.... as if he wants...

His head is a bit of a whirlwind right now. He's used to taking the lead and jumping into things but he didn't realize that a sort of pre-meditated scenario could lead to so much uncertainty.

Or perhaps it's a feeling of really not wanting to mess anything up. He's head over heels in love with this monster and he knows he has a habit of ruining good relationships.

Wow ok. He's starting to sound like Sans now, apparently, with all this worry. So he decides to take a small risk and move one of his legs so it's pressed directly up against Sans's leg and lets that questing hand of his press just a little harder in those sensitive spots between Sans's vertebrae. Beyond that though he shows no obvious signs that he's doing this at all on purpose.]

It's always tragic when they do. Even when you don't know them, it's a painful process to see.

[The network is full of those posts of people looking for other people... he shakes his head a bit to clear his mind of it all. No need to put a damper on things. The movie starts to swell into a cheesy love song and Mettaton chuckles.]

What would you do if I burst into your room like in this movie and started singing you a love song?

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[He gives a satisfied little hum. Mettaton seems more hesitant than usual, but that's...probably normal. He's always so careful with Sans. Sans is usually the one kind of helplessly staggering along, following Mettaton's lead. And he's all for Mettaton taking charge. Much less work that way.]

[He's just. Trying to find a nonverbal way to convey that he's into this. He's hyperaware of his body and magic right now, because he knows too well that his mood can vanish in an instant. But so far so good. Every touch gets him a little bit more wired. He just really doesn't want to actually have to say anything that's going to sound ridiculous coming out of his mouth.]

[Mettaton seems to be picking up on it, maybe, and Sans's breath catches as Mettaton toys with his vertebrae. He leans his head against Mettaton's shoulder, basking in it. It's good enough with Mettaton's attention split, but god, since that night on the roof he's come to understand what Mettaton's total attention is like.]

[It's intoxicating.]

yeah.

[He's not gonna think about it, not right now. He spends most nights trying not to think about being the last one here again, having to go on after Papyrus and Mettaton and Asgore have gone. He's in too good a mood to bother with any of that right now.]

[He chuckles at the comment.]

i mean, haven't we both literally done that?

[He nuzzles against Mettaton's arm.]

probably laugh. and then wanna kiss you.

[God, when did he turn into such a freaking goober? Oh wait, he's always been on the goober spectrum. He's just worse lately. Something something being in love.]

We have reached a new level of gay

[mettatonvevo]

[Intoxicating is certainly the word of the night as Mettaton's soul flutters in its container, shining brightly for one brief second when he hears that soft stutter in Sans's breath. He wants him... so bad. He keeps looking to the screen, trying not to be too overbearing, trying to not read too much into things, but he's starting to run hot, both literally and metaphorically and perhaps he's going to need to blow off a little steam to make sure he doesn't move too fast.]

We have done that, yes, but that was mostly Wonderland's influence, as nice as it was.

[There's a swell of music from the movie and Mettaton's hands pause in their minute ministrations to smile. This is one of his favorite parts. And it gives him... an idea.]

My gift is my song~!

[He pauses in time with the movie, twisting his body so that he can look Sans dead in the eye sockets. His voice isn't particularly loud; it's more of a soft singing voice, clear and low. A timbre clearly meant for only one member of his audience.]

And this one's for you... and you can tell everybody that this is your song.

[It helps having the full backing of the movie as he twists more so he can be facing Sans fully, his hand pulling away from his spine so that he can hold himself up on one hip.]

It may be quite simple but now that it's done... I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind... that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the world!

[He grins. There's a sparkle of pure happiness in his eyes, his soul now constantly glowing as he continues to serenade Sans.]

Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss; well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on~!

[He moves closer then, his eyes never leave Sans's, keeping the gaze steady as his own eyes soften with a deep fondness.]

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do... you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!

[He raises a hand then, gently pressing it to Sans's cheek bones.]

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean is, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen~!

[He leans in then, practically straddling Sans at this point as he continues to cup Sans's cheek bone in one hand press his forehead against Sans's. He's less than an inch away from his face but he maintains the distance, his soul softly illuminating his body.]

HEAVY BREATHING

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[Mettaton's certainly reacting, if the glow from his soul is any indication. Man, they're not even a half an hour into the movie yet.]

heh, true. answer stays the same, though.

[He's definitely not expecting Mettaton to immediately burst into song. Ironically enough, his first thought is that it's an event, but--no. Even Wonderland doesn't have timing that good. No, it's literally just Mettaton following through with what he does best--absolutely blow Sans away.]

[Sans completely forgets the TV is even there. He turns on the bed, staring up at Mettaton with something like awe. God, he's an amazing singer, and god, he's so beautiful, and holy shit is Sans so in love. A year ago he would have said he was incapable of an emotion this complex and deep, and yet here he is. Somehow. How the hell did someone like him end up with someone as incredible as Mettaton?]

[The song feels like falling in love a second time. He doesn't look away, leaning into the touches, smiling like a fool at some of the lyrics. This is so silly. This is so wonderful.]

[He leans back instinctively as Mettaton moves in closer, bracing himself on one hand, leaving the other one free so he can hold onto Mettaton. When Mettaton presses his forehead to his own, Sans practically melts, holding on for dear life as a little shiver runs through him. He moves his hand up Mettaton's arm to his face, cradling his cheek.]

[He has to just breathe for a moment. Everything is warm.]

heh. yanno, i'dda kissed you even without the song.

[His grin widens for a moment as a giddy little thrill sparks through his soul.]

not complaining, though.

[He closes the distance, gently pressing his teeth to Mettaton's mouth. It's...not easy, initiating a kiss when all you've got is teeth, but for once, he doesn't care. He's not even thinking about it. He leans back, tugging Mettaton with him, teeth parting in invitation.]

WE IN IT NOW BOIIIIII

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[He feels like he's soaring, experiencing that rush of performing something perfectly and having the audience fall in love. But this time it means so much more. It's more intimate in a way that Mettaton knows he has been craving for years. How long has it been that he has wanted to feel like this? To feel utterly devoted to someone and feel it in return? It feels like it has been forever. But he must say, if this is how it feels then perhaps the wait was worth it.

He doesn't have much to say, really, especially when Sans initiates the kiss and he surges forward, pressing his lips hungrily against Sans's mouth. When he feels the open invitation he slips his tongue inside, running it over the roof of his mouth. He leans his body forward as well, pressing himself against the other monster. He lets his tongue explore the entirety of his mouth, pulling away after a long moment. He looks at Sans with hooded eyes, and speaks with a voice dripping in desire.]

Sans... I have to admit I am feeling quite, ah, energetic tonight so if you aren't at the same level just tell me now so I don't go overboard.

[His hand creeps to the edge of Sans's hoodie again, not poking under but merely teasing.]

I don't want to overwhelm you.

[He gives him another quick kiss and then moves to kiss lightly at his neck. Perhaps not the best thing to do when trying to get consent that's not coerced but goodness, he just wants to tear him apart.]

CAREENS HEADFIRST

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[Is there a movie on? Probably, if the sounds are any indication. Doesn't matter. Suddenly all that matters is the way Mettaton is looking at him, the feel of his body, his lips, his hands. His soul responds with a glittery little pulse and Sans makes a soft sound as Mettaton kisses him deeply.]

[He's so in it that for a moment he's honestly confused why Mettaton is pulling away. He blinks, trying to process what Mettaton is saying. He feels almost drunk.]

[He smiles brightly when he realizes what Mettaton is saying. Seems like Mettaton is as riled up as Sans is. And god, he's so sweet. Always so careful. Sans tilts his head back with another little sigh when Mettaton starts kissing his neck.]

you...remember how last december, at the party, we were gonna...?

[Wow, that. That really was last December, huh. Almost a year ago. Sans gives a breathless laugh.]

we've waited long enough, dontcha think?

[His hand goes to Mettaton's hip and he tries to pull him closer.]

i want it. i'm ready.

YEAAAAAH

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[He mentions the party and Mettaton pauses for a moment, surprised. He remembers their dance together, how it felt like there was no one else in the world but them, and he remembers-

He feels a cold shiver run through his soul as he remembers his mirror, the look of anger on his face when he talked to him before he knew that he hurt Sans.

No. No, he won't let Mirrorton ruin this again, indirectly or otherwise. Mettaton brings himself back to the present, burying his face in Sans's neck and just letting himself feel close. He lets one of his hands slip under his coat, delicately stroking the bones he comes in contact with.]

Mm, yes. I remember feeling that surge of heat from your soul to mine and it was exhilarating.

[He feels a hand on his hip and he heeds the silent demand, pushing his hips forward to press into Sans's hip bones.]

It was like I could feel how much you wanted me... every time we kissed I could feel your pleasure and mine...

[He murmurs these words into Sans's neck, taking long and languid drags of his tongue over and in between vertebrae.]

I wanted you so badly. And I want you so badly right now.

[He feels like he's rambling even as he feels his soul flaring in its container. His magic is almost straining, reaching for something. He blushes then, realizing what it is that his soul is craving. He says nothing about it though, instead opting to mouth at the other side of Sans's neck.]

this is so gay

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[The party had been so good. One of the few times Wonderland really got a party right. Though that was mostly because Mettaton was there with him. It would have been an amazing night if Mirrorton hadn't shown up to ruin everything.]

[It's fine. He's not even an issue anymore. Sans has barely even thought about him in months. It's hard to think about bad things when Mettaton is kissing him like this. He gives a shaky sigh as Mettaton's fingers dance across his bones.]

yeah...the...the feedback. i could feel it from you, too.

[He makes another little sound as Mettaton practically grinds against his hip. If that night on the roof was any indication, he's gonna have a hard time keeping his composure. It's like the more into things he is, the more sensitive his bones get.]

i miss it. feeling you like that.

[The certainty. The familiarity. The raw, cold emptiness when he woke up and Mettaton wasn't there anymore. His soul contracts a little at the memory, but Sans manages not to react outwardly. It's okay. They're still here. They still have each other. It'll be good even if they're not in each other's souls when it happens.]

[The pinkish light is practically filling the room, though, and Sans's hand drifts to press gently to the soul container.]

heh, you ain't kidding.

[He's almost surprised Mettaton didn't push him down the moment Sans gave consent. Not that he's complaining. Mettaton probably wants this to be perfect. Sans wants this to be perfect. Perfection is impossible, though, and it's been long enough for him that he knows he's going to be fumbling his way through most of this.]

[The self-doubt starts to gnaw at him, but then Mettaton keeps kissing him and he manages to ward it off. He smiles despite himself.]

i want you. [No, he can do better. It's--it's still hard to say it, still feels wrong coming out of his mouth, like a language he's barely learned, but,] i love you.

SO! GAY!

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I miss it too.

[The words slip out before he can stop himself and his face flushes pink, softly glowing.]

It felt... wrong, to no longer be attached to you.

[To both him and Alphys but she had left before. He had been the last thread Mettaton had had. He's getting himself under control though, no need to make this complicated or anything-

And then Sans says he wants him. He shivers. Sans then says he loves him and his soul feels like it moves to where Sans's hand rests against its container. Mettaton bites his lower lip for a moment, wondering if maybe they could... before they get too deep into things...]

Do you want to connect like that again?

[He says it in a breathless rush, not giving himself time to second-guess or reconsider. He feels vulnerable right now, his emotions raw and real and he doesn't have his theatrical charm up as a barrier. This is just him, as he is, deeply in love with the monster underneath him.]

fjdskal

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[He looks up into Mettaton's eyes, a little surprised. He didn't know Mettaton missed it. He always figured Mettaton was happier like this, with no one else in his soul.]

really?

[The following months had proven that the soul connection wasn't the only connection they had. There had been something nice about that, about exploring their relationship while essentially "alone." It had felt...less desperate somehow. Less muddled. But they've got things better figured out now, so...it feels safer to admit to himself how much he's been missing that feeling.]

[And apparently Mettaton has been missing it as well. He feels Mettaton's soul move in its container, like it's trying to reach him.]

[It's one thing that Mettaton misses it. It's entirely another thing when Mettaton asks if Sans wants to do it again.]

[It was to save his life last time. It was necessary. He always figured that Mettaton never would have done it if Sans's life hadn't been on the line. There's been that thread of guilt, like...like sure, the three of them had consented, but the situation had been dire. It wasn't really a choice that Alphys or Mettaton made entirely freely.]

[He's conflicted for a moment, because he can feel his soul practically rear up in his chest like a moth fluttering against glass. Such a weak little thing, so eager for anything to help fill the emptiness. Sans wants it, and like always, there's the immediate guilt for wanting anything, especially when it's wanting something from someone else.]

[But Mettaton wants it too. Hell, he looks almost nervous. Like he wasn't sure if it was right to ask. And it's then that Sans remembers to be nervous himself, because it will mean exposing his soul, and--]

[And there's a grand total of three people that Sans would trust with his soul. Mettaton is one of them.]

[And he remembers how it felt last time, being surrounded by that much love and trust, feeling whole and warm and not alone.]

yes. [It's like saying it out loud solidifies his decision and Sans leans forward a little, eyesockets a bit wide.] yeah, i really--i've wanted--ever since we were...separated, i've wanted to--to be like that again. i just...didn't want to push it, and i thought maybe you were...happier. and...i think, uh...

[Well, now he's blushing, dammit.]

it felt--important, that we...yanno, that we were still together even without it, and that we've come this far, and i...i didn't want to ruin that. but yeah. if you're really okay with it...

[He presses a little harder against Mettaton's soul chamber and looks down at the little heart shape shining against the glass. He finds Mettaton's hand and laces their fingers together.]

i want to be with you again.

What was that? Did you order more gay?

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[He looks surprised. Mettaton tries to not let his nerves shine through at that.]

Yes. Really.

[He missed the closeness, the feeling of him and Alphys and Sans all as a big, warm trio. He missed the feeling of being supported no matter what, knowing they would be there for him regardless.

Sans is quiet for what feels like a lifetime, Mettaton's soul glowing and his fans whirring as he waits for an answer. He's already gearing himself up in case Sans says no. If he says no, it's fine. He'll just have to touch and press and feel Sans so much that his adoration for him cannot be denied even if it can't be directly felt. When Sans says yes he relaxes, his soul glowing even brighter. They haven't even resonated yet, but it feels like he can feel Sans's tentative magic reaching out for his own.]

Losing you from my soul felt like losing a part of myself, darling.

[An honest truth. He's not taking it back.]

I thought that perhaps us not connecting like that again would allow me to keep my distance from you and not complicate our friendship and whatnot.

[He lays his body flush with Sans, grinning softly as he strokes his cheek.]

As you can tell, that plan did not work in the least. I just couldn't resist you. You, ah, "pulled me into your orbit" as they say.

[He lets out a soft sigh as Sans presses harder against his soul chamber. His magic arcs out, gently touching his finger tips where they lay against the glass.]

Ok.

[He braces himself with one hand pressed into the bed next to Sans's skull and pushes himself up, reaching down with his other hand to the container. There's a small moment of hesitation, one that Sans most definitely sees, but Mettaton looks to his eye sockets in a silent request for comfort and then laughs a bit, opening the container promptly and gently guiding his soul out to float between the two of them.]

Do you... do you want to hold it? I trust you.

[More than anything in the world, he thinks to himself.]

the gay train never stops

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[His smile broadens at the confirmation. They both missed it. They've both been longing for each other.]

[God, they're both kind of idiots, huh. Why is communication so difficult?]

s...same. like there was a hole. [He grins stupidly.] a mettaton-shaped hole. and you know how tall you are.

[He chuckles quietly as Mettaton presses their bodies flush. Yes, this is what he wants. This kind of closeness, inside and out.]

more like the other way around. you're the star. you got more...gravity.

[Oh, they're doing this. They're really going to do this. Mettaton sits back a little, and Sans misses him already. He looks from Mettaton's soul chamber up to his face, catching his eyes. He's giddy and nervous, trembling just a little. Mettaton looks like he's nervous as well. Sans catches his other hand again and gives it a squeeze. It's okay. They're both going to be okay.]

[His soul is so beautiful. Bright and pulsing with magic and energy, a healthy, normal monster soul, aside from its direction. He lays a hand over his chest, trying to coax his own soul outward. It's not as easy as Mettaton made it look. There's an instinctive need to stay hidden, to protect the most fragile part of himself, to not let anyone see its twisted awfulness. There's a glow slowly forming in his chest when Mettaton speaks again.]

i...

[It's almost too much. It almost scares him into calling this whole thing off. He shouldn't be trusted with something so pure and delicate, something that's so breakable. God, he shouldn't have his filthy hands anywhere near it. What if something goes wrong? What if he holds too hard or somehow corrupts it? Letting Sans into Mettaton's soul is one thing, but physically touching it?]

[But...people do it all the time back home. It's one of the most intimate things you can do with someone. One of the most important expressions of love, romantic or otherwise. People touch souls all the time and somehow monsterkind hasn't gotten all corrupted and broken. At least not any moreso than they already were.]

[The fear dissipates and leaves a sudden swell of raw emotion in its place. Mettaton trusts him. He trusts him with something so important.]

if...you're sure. if you're really sure.

[There's only one way he could possibly reciprocate.]

can...can you hold mine, then?

[The fear comes rushing back, and he manages to beat it back by reminding himself how much he loves and trusts Mettaton. Letting someone touch his soul has almost never ended well, but this...this is proving it to himself. Proving that he can do this, that he can trust someone like this. And...well.]

[There's. Certain other reasons for touching souls. Sans is, physically speaking, wholly inadequate. If they're going to do that--other thing--then Sans wants to make it as good as possible for Mettaton, because what's the point of him if he can't get his lover off even when he wants to? Physically touching each other's souls will no doubt make it...easier. He knows that's how some monsters do it.]

[Anyway, that's. That's for later, after this. For now it's just about trust. About connection.]

[His soul finally creeps its way out of his chest, and he can't help a grimace when he sees it. Still too small, still too dim, still withered around the edges. Still a reminder of how ugly his whole self is.]

if you want to, that is. i trust you, too.

CHOO CHOO

[mettatonvevo]

I am completely sure.

[The confidence in his voice belies the slight nervousness on his face. But Sans is holding his hand and squeezing it and he gives a squeeze back in return.]

If you want me to, I will.

[He's feeling so much right now, so much love and affection and hope and care... if there is one thing he can give Wonderland, he can at least say that it helped lead to such an important relationship in his life. He never thought he would be here, but as he holds out his soul to Sans, he thinks that honestly? There's no other place he'd rather be.]

I do, Sans. I do.

[When his soul finally comes out, such a small and fragile thing, Mettaton sits up, straddling the skeleton as he presents his own soul to Sans. He lets it gently float from his hand to float delicately before him. With both of his hands free, Mettaton reaches forward and gently cups Sans's soul into his palm.]

Such a sweet thing. So fragile but so beautiful.

[He's mostly thinking aloud as he lets it float in his hand, not quite touching it yet. He can feel the magic from his pulsing, sending out those threads of magic, a beautiful humming tone ringing in his ears as it prepares itself to link to the other soul in the room.]

Sans... I love you.

[He then leans forward, slowly, carefully, and places a delicate kiss to Sans's soul, letting a spark of his magic jump from his lips directly into the mass of magic in his hands. It's not quite soul resonance, not yet, but physically feeling the magic of his lover against his lips and now in his hands as he gently caresses it makes Mettaton's soul flare brightly.]