[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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 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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.]
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[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
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
[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!
[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
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?
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
[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
[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.]
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[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 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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[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?
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.]
1/2 sexytimes
[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.]
2/2 cuddletimes
[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!!!
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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it looked like it was goin' places. i don't mind sad. the music 'n colors were fun.
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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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[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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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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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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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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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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[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.]