Flipping the script(swapfell)part 1

chapter 17

Sans smiled, reaching over and undoing the thin torn collar from around Papyrus's neck and letting it drop before taking the new one out and latching it into place.  "Very handsome," he said, stroking Papyrus's face before training his hand down and hooking a finger into the loop of the collar, tugging upward.  "You're such a good, deserving boy," he crooned, smiling at the flush of orange that dusted Papyrus's cheekbones.  He leaned down, nuzzling the top of Papyrus's skull.  "I'll always take care of you, you know that, right?"  He shifted back on the bed, tugging tighter on the collar loop to signal Papyrus to come up with him. 

"I love you more than anything else in the world."  He scraped his sharpened teeth over Papyrus's face.  "I would kill for you."  He formed a tongue, tracing Papyrus's maxilla crack with it, all the way up to the eye socket.  "I would spit in the King's eye for you."

"M...m'Lord..." Papyrus whimpered, his face flushed dark orange, his arms shaking from hoisting himself up over Sans, who picked up the leash and hooked it to the loop, wrapping the other end around his hand.

"I would get you anything you desire, Papy," he growled, tugging on the leash.  "So tell me, what is it my good, beautiful servant desires?  What can I get for you?"

Papyrus let out a strangled whine, burying his face into Sans's armored shoulder.  ".....you, m'Lord...!" he said, his hands clenching tightly into the duvet.  "I want YOU.......you're all I EVER want...!"  He nuzzled against Sans's face, panting softly.  "...m'Lord...I love you..."

Sans smiled, turning his head to press his teeth against Papyrus's.  "I love you too, Papyrus," he replied, tugging on the leash harder.  "I'll show you how MUCH I love you, by letting you pick what we do for tonight."

"...really...?" Papyrus asked, eyelights shining.  Sans nodded, reclining back to wait for Papyrus to make his mind up.  Finally, Papyrus smiled.  "...I want to do what started all of this, m'Lord," he said, blushing softly.

"Oh?" Sans replied, amused at Papyrus's darling bashfulness.  "Very well, then."  He raised his foot and shoved Papyrus onto his back, grinning as he undid his belt and slid his shorts down his legs, kicking them off carelessly before shifting over to Papyrus, straddling him with his knees on either side of Papyrus's skull.  "Get to it, then."

Papyrus purred, forming his tongue and slithering it against Sans's pubis, working to get his Lord riled up enough to form his magic.  It took almost no effort; Papyrus was talented with his tongue and it took little convincing before Sans's magic coalesced into a sensitive mass around Papyrus's tongue.  Sans groaned, his hand clenching around the leash tightly as he fought to keep his composure; regardless of his role as Lord, the things Papyrus did with his tongue were almost unnatural, and drove him closer to the edge faster than anything else.

He braced his free hand on the top of Papyrus's skull, his breath coming out in short, controlled pants as he rocked his hips to Papyrus's mouth, his femurs shaking as he fought to remain upright.  "You--ahh--know just what to do to please your Lord...!" he praised, tugging on the collar hard.  "You're so talented, so GOOD at making your Lord feel good!"  His spine arched when Papyrus shoved his tongue up harder and curled it, his face flushing dark blue as he let out a guttural groan.

Papyrus's eyelights flickered brightly at the praise, raising his hands and clenching them around Sans's femurs tightly as his magic flared in his right eye socket, the tongue in his mouth becoming more tentacle-like and even split into three different tendrils, each one independently squirming in different directions.  Sans let out a sharp scree as he almost arched back in half, just BARELY able to keep from screaming Papyrus's praises about his perfect magic control.  Instead, he clenched his jaw tightly and bucked his hips faster, pulling on the leash hard as he came, gushing blue magic over Papyrus's face.

He pitched forward, bracing his free hand on the bed as he caught his breath, his hips still twitching hard.  "G-good boy...!" he gasped, arching his hips back.  "Clean...clean up the mess you made, and I'll let you pick what else you want to do."  He let out a shaky sigh, growling softly as Papyrus's tongue lapped up the magic residue from his bones and shifted out from under him.  He stretched out a little, enjoying the simmer of his afterglow only to buck back with a yelp when Papyrus mounted him like a dog beast and began rutting against him desperately.

"Shit--" he swore, pulling on the leash hard, Papyrus's collar forcing the larger Skeleton to bridge over him almost entirely.  "Getting a little ballsy there, Papy."  He ground his pelvis back against Papyrus's, growling when he felt the tingling spark of Papyrus's ectoplasmic cock.  "Come on then, fuck me like the dog beast you are!"  His body jerked forward when Papyrus slammed into him and immediately began a fast, desperate pace, hearing Papyrus pant above him.  He felt Papyrus saliva drip onto the top of his skull, pulling on the leash harder.  "I SAID FUCK ME, YOU DOG!"

Papyrus let out a loud keening moan, clenching his hands tightly into Sans's ilia as he drove into his Lord harder, feeling his cervical vertebrae strain and chafe from being pulled on and hoped it left marks for later.  His Lord loved kissing over all of his marks, and he loved his Lord's kisses almost as much as his Lord's pain infliction.  His hips bucked faster, feeling more saliva drip down his jaw.  "M-m'Lord, I'm--"

"Don't you FUCKING dare!" Sans snapped, his voice breathless.  "You will NOT finish before me!"  He heard Papyrus let out a loud whimper and thrust faster, trying to push him further to the edge, and focused all of his attention on holding back his own orgasm.  Drawing it out for Papyrus only made things SO much more better for him.

He wasn't disappointed; less than a minute and a half later, Sans felt Papyrus's magic CHANGE in the ectoplasm, bracing himself for what came next.  Still, no matter how many times he prepared himself, it still overwhelmed him when Papyrus's ectoplasm shifted like his tongue had, expanding out into tendrils both inside and out of Sans, the ones on the outside snapping around any exposed bones and holding on tightly as Papyrus's breathing grew more winded and beastlike, growls rattling his frame.  Any self-control Sans had went out the window when Papyrus's tentacles came out to play, and he allowed himself to screech and moan to his soul's content as he orgasmed again, this time from both his conjured genitals and his soul.

As soon as he felt his Lord's soul orgasm, Papyrus lost his own self-control, pinning Sans down to the bed by the shoulders and driving into him furiously, his tendrils tightening almost to the point of cracking bone as he came too, collapsing on top of Sans right after, his magic spent.  The tendrils slowly unfurled and vanished, as did both his and Sans's ectoplasmic constructs as the brothers shook and basked in the afterglow contently.

An indeterminable amount of time later, Papyrus rolled off of Sans and laid out on his back, amused at discovering the mirror above their bed as he weakly fished around his jacket and took out his back of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a long drag before wordlessly passing it over to Sans who sat up just enough to take a drag of his own. 

After exhaling the smoke, Sans said, "This shit's disgusting, you know," before shifting over and resting his head on Papyrus's rib cage, feeling his little brother's soul pulse softly.  Papyrus curled his arm around Sans, watching his own movements in the mirror as he polished off his cigarette and laid there contently.  Sans smiled, brushing his fingers over Papyrus's spine.  "...Happy birthday, Paps."

Papyrus let out a happy purr, nuzzling Sans's head.  "Only you can make it happy, Sans," he replied.  He let out a deep sigh, grinning.  "What do you have planned for my birthday weekend?"

Sans's smile broadened, trailing his hand lower to Papyrus's pelvis.  "Oh, so much," he drawled.  "Anything you want, Papyrus, and everything."

"...did you bring your tools?"

"Oh, Papyrus..."  Sans shifted from Papyrus and scooted to the other side of the bed, reaching down and picking up a large, heavy case and opening it.  "You insult me, really."  He pulled out a hammer and a length of heavy chains.  "And for insulting your Lord, you deserve a beating or a thrashing.  But since it's your birthday, I'll let you pick which one."

The bright smile on Papyrus's face let him know that there would hardly be any rest going on for this birthday weekend, and he couldn't be any happier for it.