There was a dull thud as the last trunk was crammed into the boot of the corvette that slammed shut. Sans hadn't told you much about his chat with Gaster- whenever you tried to mention it, he waved you off: "It's sorted doll-" "You ain't gotta worry yer pretty head over nothin' sweets!" It was infuriating. You were constantly in the dark, the exact same as before- and your inner sleuth was screaming.
"So help me Sans I will get answers-" you frequently muttered after interactions with said skeleton- but you were normally dismissed or had your hair ruffled affectionately. You frowned at him childishly every chance you got. The car ride to the hotel was silent, sandwiched in between Muffet and Frisk. Muffet was slinged, one of her arms wrapped tightly in bandages. Frisk kicked his legs lazily as you watched the emerald rolls of the countryside. You were out of town, enveloped in spacious green pastures and white picket fences.
You glanced to the skeletons in front, as silent as the backseat. There seemed to be a notable tension between the two, a tension that frustrated you to no end. The corvette puttered to a stop- your gaze settling on the looming building ahead. It was a little white chateau that looked like it escaped Britain. Surrounded by acres of dense trees and tall white wildflowers that both swayed in the gentle wind, the spires of the turret like roofs scraping the clouds- it was wonderful...
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"I'm sorry, we don't accept your kind in this establishment.."
It was awful.
Sans surged towards the clerk, eyes aflame, Gaster immediately putting a phalange on his brother's shoulder, a reminder not to pummel the discriminate man. Sans clutched the collar of the man who simply looked down his nose as Sans growled close, every fibre of his being ready to kill. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean-?" He asked in dead growl. He was livid. "It means, that we don't serve your kind. They can stay-" he began, gesturing to me and Frisk, to which we scowled at before glaring back at Sans. "-And you must leave."
Sans inhaled, almost as if to calm his blood thirst- "How much extra-? To house us here for a couple of nights?" The clerk leered. "I doubt you low-brow thugs could afford the price of one let alone two-" Muffet hissed furiously at this, normally petite, pearly fangs dripping in venom and saliva. It was horrifying. "NAME IT." Gaster spoke finally. The clerk smirked from Sans' grip. "Two hundred. On top of the Three-fifty."
Sans gritted, Muffet gasped, outraged and Gaster only sighed before wordlessly withdrawing, handing over two hundred. Cash. Sans let the gleaming bastard down to accept the cash to which he smiled in slimy matter. "Have a wonderful stay!" Sans grumbled a multitude of obscenities, you patting his coated arm which managed to soothe him temporarily before he began again, hefting the suitcases up the flight of glossy, mahogany stairs.
"That damn fuckin'-!!" He swore before gritting again, trying to contain himself... he failed. "Slimy shmuck!!" He heaved up another step, trunk lagging behind. "Do you need any help??" You asked before purple glow encased one of the labelled trunks, it levitating out of Sans' tight grip. He was tossed a key that hit him in the skull before falling into his open palm. "ROOM A1 13." Gaster said from behind before dangling his key in front of us: "ROOM A1 15." He said pointedly, Frisk throwing his hands up. 'What about me?!'
Gaster only gave him a look. "YOU'LL BE STAYING WITH US." Frisk dropped his head, shaking it in despair. 'This is so embarrassing...!'
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Sans threw the trunk on the bed, sitting down on it with a groan, throwing his skull back as he sighed. The room you were in was a spacious suite, lavishly decorated in crimson drapes, gilded gold and a huge four poster bed. You wandered over, gently sitting next to him, softly patting his phalanges as you gazed at them. "You didn't beat him to a pulp- that counts for improvement.." you smiled, him scoffing at this playfully. "I wanted to do it so bad! We woulda been kicked out for sure!" He exclaimed with a wide grin, chuckling.
He brought you into his side, skull rested atop of your head with a sigh. "Thanks bub..." he muttered. You blinked. "What for-? You're the one that brought us on this trip-" you gasped, now was your chance! "Speaking of-" "Nuh-uh- not right now.." He rumbled, placing a kiss to the side of your head. "But-" "Nope." He fell back onto the bed with a grunt. "I'm too tired for your investigating-" You were stunned. "Don't think I hadn't noticed- it's been drivin' me nuts! I might be a knuckle-head but I'm not stupid!" He laughed.
You clambered atop of him, much to his surprise, frowning down at him. "Tell meeeeeeeeeee-" you whispered. He only laughed, curling his arms around you tightly. You grunted in annoyance, muffled against his chest. "You would tell me if I was in the gang..." you pouted against him, his skull rearing to look at you: "What makes you say that?" He smirked up at you. You huffed, drawing up from his sudden embrace.
"It's just- you don't tell me anything-" you began, wringing your hands. "You always tell Mr. Gaster what's going on with you and I only wanna help! I.... I just wanna know what's going on..." You sighed before you mustered your courage.
"I wanna be a part of the gang Sans."
He then pinned you underneath him, the movement so fluid, so quick- like a viper strike, your gasp falling on a deaf skull. He glowered down at you: "What makes you think you're strong enough? What makes you think you're tough enough to get out of this situation? Situations like these when you're helpless and I'm not there- You only got to punch Paps because he was distracted. What if he wasn't? What if he killed you- took advantage of you-?! How would you get outta that huh?!"
You squirmed underneath him helplessly, determined to prove yourself- he didn't budge. "Are you ready for what comes with that? What enemies you'll have? This isn't playin' Sheriff with toy guns doll, this is real life where people shoot and people die-!" "I know that-!!" You cried out against him. "THEN ARE YOU READY FOR THAT?!!" He roared. You fell limp with a sob, curling up from underneath his grip. He panted, looking down at you guiltily before he bowed his head.
He placed a gentle kiss against your neck. "Bub, I'm.... I'm sorry..." he sighed against you as you continued to cry. "I'm not ready to loose you to that, you know that." He continued to pepper you up and down the strip of your neck, kissing gently. You hiccuped, flushed underneath: "I know.... I-I just wanna help...!" "I know you do bub..." he murmured under his breath, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
You shuddered pleasantly as he placed another at the crook of your neck. He hummed happily at the reaction before your hand touched his cheek. He looked down at you, leaning into the touch of your smaller hand. He sighed, bony thumbs wiping the wet corners of your eyes before he bent down, gently capturing your lips.
It was then that a horrid thought occurred- Sans might not be here forever. With that, your head tipped up towards him, crushing your lips against him harder. Sans always talked of loosing you- though what about him? You didn't want to loose him to what he described. Your fingers tightly clenched the fabric of his shirt, clutching him close. Your hand settled at the back of his vertebra, pushing him closer- it wasn't enough. Not enough-!
"Bub-" he groaned, your kisses trailing along his jawbone before licking upside his vertebra in quick movement. He shuddered in similar fashion to yours, sockets wide- skull red. "Bub-!!" "Sans?" You moaned in question, licking up your recent saliva strip. Oh god- he loved it when you said his name like that. He loved it when you said his name in general! But like this- god, like this... the whole world melted underneath him. He pinned you down to the mattress by your hips, a rough action that left you flushed.
His skull lowered, hovering against your ear. "What's gotten into ya?" He growled lowly against it, amused. This caused you to burn up feverishly. "Nothing... just thinking-" you dragged a finger along his collarbone. He cocked his head, gold glinting in his smirk as he nipped along your jaw. "At a time like this?" He rumbled, enjoying the squeak he got biting gently at the top of your throat.
His hands lowered to grip your thighs, you letting out a whine of his name, smirk growing: "I could listen to you say that all day doll-" his thumbs grazed the curves of your inner thighs before it snaked higher in smooth motion. You gazed up at him, almost pleadingly as his grin grew, pressing down—
(A.N: Since a majority of the votes were neutral- you all got smuffy!! Just 9 more chapters to go till the sequel series! So exciting!! I've added a reference in here- whoever gets it first will get a special mention in the next chapter as master detective! I've also started my debut novel: Monsters and Men, please do check it out if you like this series as it has a lot of these elements in it. As always, please do comment and vote on this chapter cause you guys are hilarious and awesome! I'm open to any suggestions that don't change the plot! Love yas! See you in the next chapter! <3 )