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[Wonderland's had its ups and downs--mostly downs--but honestly, thank god. Thank god they had a chance to find each other. Thank god it's come to this.]

[Mettaton agrees. He says he wants to. There's so much care and trust in his voice that Sans shivers, feeling like he's about to be pulled under. Like he could drown in it and it would be the sweetest way to go. Someone wants him. Someone wants every part of him, even the ugliest, most secret little parts.]

[Their souls practically yearn toward each other. He reaches up, very slowly, very carefully, cupping his hands beneath Mettaton's soul the way Mettaton does. Part of him is still scared to touch it, like he might leave a stain or a smudge. Magic surrounds them both, and he can feel the pull, the same as last time. The tentative reach, the hum of magic synchronizing.]

[He almost starts to argue when Mettaton calls it beautiful, but there'd be no point. His self-loathing can shove it right now. This is too important.]

metta...

[His voice is soft. Mettaton is leaning forward and at first Sans doesn't realize what he's intending.]

[He has the absurd and totally coherent thought that Mettaton is an excellent kisser.]

[Then the whole world goes white.]

[He knew it would be intense. But this is a thousand times beyond that. It's like a star exploding in his soul as it pulses brighter, almost as bright as Mettaton's. Emotion and sensation hits him like a tidal wave, and there's no chance whatsoever to try and keep his feet under him. The physicality of Mettaton's lips against his very being, of magic pressing gently into him, the rush of love and care and desire--it's overwhelming.]

[He's never felt anything like this. He gasps, the sound edging almost toward something else, and his back arches up off the bed. His eyelights brighten. It all pours into him, and for just a moment, he feels completely whole.]

[It's almost too much. He practically blisses out right then and there, but the intensity starts to fade, starts to become a bit more manageable. He blinks slowly, gasping for breath, lightheaded. He feels like he's floating. He's not even entirely sure where he is.]

hhh...holy...shit...

[As it evens out a bit more, he gets some sense back. He remembers where he is, what they're doing. Mettaton is perched above him, kissing his soul, and Sans--Sans still has Mettaton's soul cupped in his hands. He hasn't touched it yet.]

[His next coherent thought is that he needs Mettaton to feel what he just felt.]

[So just as slowly, just as carefully, he brings Mettaton's soul forward. He hesitates as he's about to press his teeth to it. No. He can do better.]

[He leans up and presses his forehead to Mettaton's soul. There's another surge, the feeling of raw, powerful magic against him, and his breath hitches. He doesn't think he can form words right now, so he pours every ounce of love into the touch that he possibly can.]

[He wants Mettaton to feel as good as he does.]

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[He feels the thrum of Sans's reaction to his kiss vibrate through his body. His soul feels the threads of magic tremble as well and he shivers. This feels... impossibly good.

He feels and he sees Sans arch up as his magic and emotion floods through him, hears that gasp that teeters onto a tone that makes Mettaton ache in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt, wanting to hear more, needing to hear more. There's an intensity to his eyes and to his soul and-

He reaches behind him, questing around for something on the bed. When he finds it, he holds it up over his shoulder, having moved Sans's soul to one hand, and there's the distant hum of something electronic turning off.

Don't need that anymore, do they?

He tosses the remote aside, not heeding where it goes, not caring, because there's only one thing he wants right now, and it's the monster currently pinned underneath his thighs. There's that old twist of fiery possession inside him, a desire to completely take what is being offered. But he restrains. He knows that while his intentions are good, his actions may not be without discussion or at least some control over himself and he doesn't want to ruin this. He can't ruin this. Not now, when Sans is holding his soul in his hands and leaning forward-

It's a kiss. Not one like his own, but the ones skeletons give, the one that always felt special because it was like Mettaton was kissing him before he knew he wanted to, before it all clicked into place. And when he connects Mettaton stiffens, eyes wide, as he feels electricity crackle through his body, his own emotions making room for the love and desire flowing from Sans into him.

The way the magic pulses through him, it feels like it floods every inch of him, every nook and cranny available for magic to lay its sweet presence into his circuitry. For a moment he doesn't feel physical anymore; For a moment he feels once again like a being of pure magic, closer to the heart of the universe than any other monster could possibly understand. And for once it's not a bad feeling. His body is still his. He is still himself, even in this state of feeling, even as he lets out a small moan, eyes sliding shut and hips hitching forward.

Even if he may feel like a ghost, right now, it feels like he is both translucent and physical. It feels like binding back to the physical world again, only this time with the helping hand of someone who loves him, who is connected to him now, who, no matter what happens, will always be connected to him. It's a warm, strong thread that simultaneously reminds him of what he was and what he is now. And that they aren't mutually exclusive.]

Sans...!

[His name comes out as a gasp, a breathy prayer as he feels the love pour through him. This isn't anything he ever imagined it would be. This is so much more.]

Oh, Sans.

[His voice is dark and husky and he leans forward physically while still holding Sans's soul close to his chest. He leans down, biting at Sans's neck this time, one thumb idly gliding over the heart in his palm.]

Sans, I want... I need...

[His soul, still with Sans, still feeling so much emotion, shines somehow brighter than before, tendrils of magic emerging forth. They reach for Sans's soul, stopping only a few inches away. They cannot bridge the gap without Sans returning the favor. The magic waits, the soft humming growing stronger as it readies itself for true connection.]

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[Sans is too fargone to notice the TV or that it's been switched off. All of his focus is on Mettaton, on Mettaton's soul in his hands, on the feeling of Mettaton's fingers against his own soul. It's all-encompassing, overwhelming, and he can feel restraint from Mettaton's end, a sense of holding back, of waiting--he's waiting for further consent.]

[What did he ever do to deserve someone like Mettaton?]

[He arches again as he feels Mettaton's soul burning against him, squirming beneath Mettaton, letting out another gasp. It's like he can feel himself spilling into Mettaton's soul, and all at once he's surrounded by Mettaton's desire for him. Heat floods his marrow. Even with how incredible everything already is, his body and soul are calling out for more contact, more sensation. Mettaton grinds against his pelvis and Sans lets out a soft little whine.]

metta...

[Mettaton is saying his name like it's the most important thing in the world. He feels teeth against his neck and that combined with the press of Mettaton's thumb to his soul is like electricity rushing through him.]

[The sound he makes is downright lewd. He stares blearily up at Mettaton and claps his free hand over his mouth. He couldn't stay quiet that night on the roof, but he's stubborn enough that he's going to try it again this time.]

[It's not going to last long, though, because Mettaton is begging him to let him in. He takes a shuddery breath and moves Mettaton's soul toward his own.]

ah, god, yeah...need you...

[His soul is a little slower to react. He's as eager as he's ever been, but he's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and the instinct to be cautious and stay safe is hard to dismiss, even with Mettaton holding him like this. But after another moment, his soul reaches out, and the hum fills Sans's skull.]

[It's more powerful than last time. They were only holding hands then, not souls, and the link between the three of them was longer and thinner. This time it's like their souls are pressing together. Like they're one.]

[It's like stepping into sunlight. It's soft. Intense, but not overwhelming. Peaceful as he feels someone else with him, someone else buoying him up on love and magic.]

[There you are.]

[There we are.]

[Sans loses himself, melting away into Mettaton.]

I think we can fade to black after this one for some cuddles, yah?

[mettatonvevo]

[Feeling and seeing Sans writhe in pleasure underneath him makes Mettaton's head spin. It's hard to think straight, really, as he feels his soul moving closer to Sans's own. When they finally connect he gasps, his body sparking with electricity and magic, feeling it dance down his arms.]

Goodness, I love how you feel.

[He continues to nip and bite at Sans's neck, feeling wave after wave of pleasure hit him. Sans whispers his name and he can't hold back anymore. With their souls tied together, he uses one hand to capture Sans's wrists and pin his arms above his skull.]

Don't stop yourself, darling. I want to hear you scream my name.

[He whispers that against the side of Sans's skull, warm magic jumping from his lips to enter the bone. He's not going to hold back either, he thinks. No matter how much he thinks that he should be pulling himself together, the desire to indulge himself and lose control is almost overwhelming. He's pretty sure he'll be calling Sans's name by the end of the night. He pulls away from Sans enough to look him in the eyesockets. The glow from their combined souls, united as one, caress the angles of his face as he smiles down at him.]

I have... many ideas for what we're doing right now. And if you'll let me, I want to do as many as possible.

[He's gonna rock Sans's world. There's no doubt there.]

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[It's different than it was last time. The love is the same, but coated with intense desire and want, no longer the tentative "if" of before. They've come so far.]

[It feels like there's no separation between them. Like they're already entwined. Their souls burn together like flames.]

m-metta...

[He has no idea how Mettaton can still form coherent sentences when they're like this. Sans can't even think straight anymore. Mettaton gathers his wrists together, pinning them above Sans's head, and it's like a sudden rush of heat inside him. He squirms again, panting, magic starting to illuminate his bones.]

[There's another burst of soul-deep heat when Mettaton tells Sans he wants to hear him. Sans trembles. He almost wants to make a joke or something, because he's pretty sure he's not a screamer, but boy is he rapidly abandoning any attempt to stay completely quiet.]

ah!

[The kiss is electrifying, his bones warming, his soul pulsing brighter. And then Mettaton looks at him, makes eye contact, and somehow that's even hotter than anything else they've done.]

please. [It comes out before Mettaton can even finish his sentence.] please, yes, please.

[It's going to be an amazing night.]

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[He's pretty sure they call it "afterglow." Which makes sense. It feels like basking in the sunlight or in front of a fireplace. Content, warm, safe, sleepy. Kind of achy from exertion, which is a new feeling entirely, but not at all unpleasant. Blissed out.]

[Also a new feeling. He's never felt bliss before.]

[He drifts for awhile, losing track of time, dozing with his head against Mettaton's chest, bare limbs tangled around him. His soul is back in his ribcage, not ready to fade out yet. It's still frayed and still too small, but it's brighter now than it was. He can feel Mettaton's soul glowing nearby. And more than that, he can feel the rest of it again--Mettaton's sleepy contentment and love, quieter now that the adrenaline--or monster equivalent--has faded.]

[Sans stirs a little, shifting his face to a more comfortable position, like a sleeping cat. He grins suddenly, not opening his eyesockets.]

heh, you know. we totally forgot about the movie.

cuddles!!!

[mettatonvevo]

[He's never really needed to sleep that much. Most of the time he's up all night, exploring the mansion and bothering anyone he can grab. But tonight he actually feels the need to rest, because not only did his body get a work out, his soul did too. So he sleeps, warm and happy. It's not his bed so it's not perfect with 1,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, but he's pretty sure the next time he and Sans do this sort of thing, he can take him to his room. He'll have to find someone to watch Mini while that happens but that's for the future.

For right now, he wraps himself tight around Sans, sighing contentedly. He can feel a soft pulse of bliss coming from the monster in his arms and he chuckles a bit, planting a soft kiss to the top of his skull. His soul feels warm and at peace, echoed by Sans's soul in tandem.]

Mm. I turned it off before we got too rowdy. We should still watch it sometime though. It does get sad, however.

[He stretches his legs a bit, taking up more room on the bed and pulling Sans closer as he moves.]

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[He giggles softly as Mettaton kisses him and snuggles a bit closer. You'd think bone against metal would be uncomfortable, but Sans feels like he's sinking into a pile of down pillows. He fits against Mettaton almost perfectly. Though he kind of wonders if Mettaton just feels like he's holding a particularly large and bony cat. Sans is even smaller without his clothes.]

it looked like it was goin' places. i don't mind sad. the music 'n colors were fun.

[mettatonvevo]

[In the end, it doesn't really matter how small or bint Sans is against him. All that matters is that Mettaton loves him. And that he can stroke his skull gently.]

It's stunning, in my opinion. And heartbreaking but that's part of the romance. It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

[That's the theme of the movie, anyway. As much as Mettaton wishes he could live by that idea, losing someone who means everything to him feels like it would be worse than not having them in the first place.

It doesn't matter though. He nuzzles his face into Sans. No matter what happens here, he's not going to let him go.]

Mm, darling, I must say you did very well in keeping up with me tonight. It was wonderful.

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yeah.

[Sans would probably argue the latter. But whatever. He's warding off bad feelings as best he can right now.]

well, 'f it's got your vote, it must be good.

[He giggles, turning his head enough so he can press a sort of kiss to Mettaton's shoulder.]

heh. i'm, uh, i'm glad i didn't disappoint. was kinda worried. 's been awhile, plus...yanno.

[Plus the self-doubt, the sense of inadequacy, etc. etc.]

and yeah. it was...amazing. didn't...didn't know it could be like that.

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[Mettaton lets out a pleased hum. Sans's giggles are so rare, and yet here he is, having the privilege of hearing it so often. Must be doing something right. Sans presses a kiss to his shoulder and then Mettaton is the one letting out a giggle, pulling Sans closer and burying his face into his shoulder.]

You did just fine, darling. I don't think I've had that much fun in a long time.

[Sleeping with the aliens had been great, don't get him wrong, but there was something nice about experiencing a true interaction between souls.]

If I am honest... I never thought I would be able to. Do that, with our souls, with anyone. I didn't think it was in the cards, so to speak.

[He never thought he would ever get this far with anyone.]

I'm glad it happened. And I'm especially grateful that it happened with you. There's no one else I can even begin to imagine sharing myself on that level with.

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[This is some good and proper cuddling right here. They must look like such lovesick dorks. Sans just can't bring himself to care. Let the whole world know how happy they are.]

hehe, i'm glad. and yeah, me neither. heh, obviously.

[Not since college at least. And the few times he's actually done it hadn't been all that fun. Another thing he's not gonna think about right now. All those old feelings of inadequacy and brokenness don't matter.]

[He beams at Mettaton as he talks.]

yeah, i...i didn't either. didn't think i'd ever be able to. the amount of trust involved. and i always kinda...thought maybe my soul just wouldn't be up for it.

[Having his soul handled for medical reasons, or having it magically connected...that was different than using his soul like--this. He'd always figured his soul wouldn't be strong enough.]

me neither, metta. i never thought i could trust or...love someone like i do you.

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[Gosh, they sound like the sappiest couple in the entire world. How can Wonderland stand them? He doesn't know. But maybe sometime soon he'll go on the network and just. Announce to everyone that he's taken. He's sure that will break a few hearts. And he's definitely excited for that.]

See, it was the trust for me that also had me thinking that it could never happen. I almost never let anyone in.

[Hell, more often he pushes away entirely, like in the case of Alphys.]

But I guess I just couldn't stop caring and trusting you no matter what. Wonderland is funny like that.

[He continues to speak into Sans's shoulder, reaching for the blankets to pull it around them tighter.]

Mini is going to be so excited when they find out. I mean, not about these specific details, of course, but the fact that we're so close again. They've been practicing puns lately to impress you.

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[Sans will freak out when it happens, though he'll probably also get used to it pretty quickly. He knows some people suspect already. Plus it's not like it's embarrassing. It just feels too personal to talk about, is all. He's a private guy.]

we both kinda...suck at it. heh, it's really a wonder we made it. dunno if wonderland pushed us together, or if it just kinda happened in spite of everything.

[Probably both. Wonderland is nothing if not contrary.]

[He makes another contented sound as the blankets drape around them, curling up a little.]

hehe, aww, that's great. i've missed talking to them.

[He shifts a little so he can sort of twine one arm around Mettaton's, reaching down until he can lace their fingers together.]

i'm happy, metta. i'm really happy.

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I think it's a mixture of both. Wonderland certainly pushed us to be closer, but we held on long after Wonderland tried to tear us back apart.

[He says it with such conviction- or at least, as much conviction he can muster in such a contented, lazy state.]

So am I, Sans. So am I.

[He holds onto Sans's hand tight, reveling in the warmth and love he can feel, both inside and out.]