The wind howls loudly outside, its muffled cries barely heard from inside the diner, snow is falling harshly against the windows, sticking to them and increasing the frosting process, thunder rumbles loudly after lightning flashes wickedly close to the diner, it sounds like whatever gods in the sky are having an argument and someone is having a tantrum. There are no sane monsters out tonight, if not then they must have a death wish, even if there are people who want to go outside for whatever reason, snow has piled up outside the doors, reaching as high as 4 ft. Neither doors nor windows can be opened, they would be too cold to touch or just wouldn't budge when tried, everyone was practically asleep when the storm hit so not a soul is stirring, except in the Grillby's diner where two monsters are currently chatting with each other.

"Looks like we're snowed in." Sans snickers, making his companion groan irritably.

Unfortunately, these two monsters are Sans and Grillby, a skeleton and a fire elemental, and it was way after closing time by the time the storm started. It's just more of an excuse now for Sans not to leave. At the moment Grillby is behind the counter wiping a stray glass with a cloth while Sans is on a stool chugging an almost empty bottle of ketchup, even before the storm Sans refused to leave, something about dreams keeping him up at night and he doesn't want to sleep.

"Sans now is not the time for puns, the storm is getting worse." Grillby deadpans.

"What? I'm just trying to lighten the mood." Sans winks with his left eye.

There's also another reason why Sans decided not to leave yet, you could say he has a small crush on the fire man, the hots for him, he is a smoking man after all. Who wouldn't have a crush on him? Sans was the best at hiding emotions though. Even when other monster girls cling to him like leeches or when there's that confident but drunk monster that would grab his ass, he wouldn't break character, just puts on a smile and acts like it never happened (unless the monster was being too aggressive). It pains him to not do anything about it, he also wishes it was him who got to grab his ass, but he doesn't want to upset him since he didn't know if he was gay or not, what if he expressed his feelings to him and he shot him down? Or if Grillby felt the same way but the timeline reset after they were having a good life? What if they had a kid then? Questions like these always plague his mind and make him feel sick.

"Seriously...I told you you should've gone home earlier." Grillby groans.

"But we're flame buddies, I can't just leave my glow friend here by himself." He snickers, Grillby groans again.

But little did the skeleton know that his feelings are reciprocated, yes the fire man has the hots for him as well but just couldn't express them. Grillby is in the same boat as Sans, feels the same fears as him, he doesn't want to upset him because of said timelines. He doesn't understand them (yet) but Sans would often get himself drunk on ketchup and rant in his drunken state about them, how they messed up his life, caused his insomnia which is why he's so tired all the time, also why he has so many jobs to keep him awake, and his hidden depression. That's why he tells jokes all the time. Plus he's developing anxiety too. It hurts his soul seeing Sans like that, it pains him that he can't help, even so, what could he do if his own brother can't assist in the matter either?

He feels his flame dimming gradually, all these thoughts are making him even more tired than he normally is, and that's just from working in the diner all day. He yawns loud and slumps his shoulders, Sans yawns too, tiredness falling on both of them...but at least Grillby's own is work related.

"Well looks like someone's bone tired." Sans snickers.

"Not my fault I had a skeleton of work to do today."

They both laugh at the pun, the laughter dying down after a while, then Sans' sockets widen, he just realized what happened.

"You said a pun." He mutters.

"Hmm?"

"Y-You said a pun!" He says, his eyes forming into little stars and his smile growing.

"So? No need to be so heated about it." Grillby chuckles when Sans smiles wider.

Grillby feels confident today, despite all the shit that Sans has to go through with each timeline and his fears about him not liking him back (and dying), Grillby thinks it was about time he took the initiative and made the first move.

"I-I thought you hated puns."

"If I hated puns then that would mean that I hate you, and I don't." Grillby put the glass down behind the counter (finally) and put away the cloth, resting on his elbows. A light blue blush forms on Sans' cheeks and his sockets widen. He already knows the fire man likes him, platonically, but why is it bothering him now?

"Why're you blue? It's adorable." Grillby smiles.

"N-Nothing, just...hot." He's sweating like crazy and his blush worsens.

"Hot? You mean you get hot and bothered around me?" He's acting like he was hurt.

"WHAT!!!! NO!!! I d-didn't mean-"

"Cause I get hot and bothered when you're around too," Grillby smirks.

Sans' sockets widen even more and his blush turns a darker hue, he can feel his soul pound in his rib cage, making his bones rattle softly. Sans can't speak let alone breathe, is Grillby flirting with him????

"Y'know Sans," Grillby leans over the counter more until he's directly in the skeleton's face making him even more flustered than before, "I've seen the way you look at me when I'm working, you think I don't see you but I do. I see how your eye flickers blue when you look at my ass." He purrs.

Sans is full-blown blueberry in the face, he got caught, he mentally curses himself thinking Grillby is disgusted in him now but the elemental is actually happy if not relieved he looks at him that way. Grillby reaches over and picks up the smol skeleton under his arms with ease, Sans goes rigid in his arms and almost squeaks in surprise but keeps himself quiet. Grillby sets him down on the counter top gently, his boney legs dangling off the edge.

"Uh G-Grillby, w-what are you d-doing?" Sans stutters.

"Nothing~" he purrs, "but I do want to tell you something though." He leans in close again, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him steady.

"W-What?"

"I know you think the world is unfair to you, though it actually is, and you don't deserve all the crap that happened to you in the past timelines, but even though I don't remember those bad ones or the good ones just remember that I'll always be there for you because...well...I love you, Sans..." Grillby's face turns a dark orange almost red as he tries hard to focus on Sans' sockets.

Sans can't believe what he's hearing (even if he doesn't have ears), Grillby actually feels the same way as he does? But how does he know about the timelines? He thinks he must've rambled during one of his ketchup splurges, but he couldn't shake the joy that's overwhelming his soul, his crush actually likes him back and to top it all off Grillby said it first. You only hear about this kind of thing in Alphys' animes!

"I-I love y-you too, Grillby, I've wanted to tell you that for so long but I was so scared you wouldn't like me back that way or that something happened to y-"

Grillby places a finger over his mouth, shushing the smol skeleton that's on the verge of tears, when he's quiet he slides his hand to his cheek, cupping it gently in his warm grasp. Sans presses his hand closer to his face with his own and nuzzles it, his smile growing wider and his face looking more content. Grillby smiles to himself as he wraps his other arm around his waist, pulling him closer to him but keeping a firm grip on him so he wouldn't fall off the edge. He makes Sans look up to him as he looks down, his white dots for eyes gazing into the white pinpricks in his sockets. Grillby slowly leans down, his eyes never leaving Sans', their souls resonate harder in their chests as they get closer.

Their eyes slowly close as their mouths come closer, both their blushes becoming darker until Grillby's lips meet Sans' teeth in a makeshift kiss since skeletons don't have lips or any kind of 'skin' for that matter. They pull each other closer, Sans' hands around the fireman's neck and Grillby's own on his hipbones, kissing each other harder. Grillby gently licks his teeth, Sans shyly opens and grants access, both shivering slightly when both tongues touch. Sans is usually warm (as noted by Frisk and Papyrus, especially when he's sleeping) and he knew Grillby would be too but damn! His tongue feels like how his body would after being in Hotlands too long, just plain hot but a heat he likes. Compared to Sans, Grillby's experience was the opposite, since he's made of fire everything or one he interacts with (besides his own daughter) is either cooler or have no temperature that he can feel, his connection with Sans is cold, like arctic cold. Maybe it's because Sans' tongue was made of magic and not 'natural' like his own and that was its own negation from him, maybe it's something else.

But despite these major/minor differences sparks still fly and ignites a passion they've yet to burn in the night.

They pull away after a long while, tongues outstretched to let their touch linger before separating fully, both panting hard from both the intensity of the kiss and of the temperature they experienced. They both smile at each other again, now they've established a long awaited relationship and can enjoy it for as long as they want, but Grillby has a plan in mind. A plan that will guarantee Sans and him staying together even if the timelines reset (. . .hopefully).

"Sans?" The skeleton hums as he plays with his bowtie, "you trust me right?"

Sans looks up to him with an 'are you serious face?' but still confused, "of course I do! Why would you ask such a thing?"

"And you love me as much as I love you right?"

"Yeah I do, you know that...but where are these questions going?"

"I wanna show you how much I love you." A devilish smirk plays across Grillby's face, causing the smol skeleton to sweat nervously, stuttering his sentence.

"H-How?"

His smirk turns into an evil smile as he towers over the smol skeleton, making him cower under him slightly. Grillby picks him up by his hips and throws him over his shoulder like a fireman, Sans jolts and grips his suit so he wouldn't fall off, pleading with Grillby to put him down but the elemental refuses, he walks out the kitchen while turning off the light to the front of the diner, walking through the kitchen and to another door in the back. Sans has never been inside the kitchen before, hell even when Grillby went in he couldn't catch a glimpse of inside since the door would close too quickly. But he had no interest to see inside, he never did, so he didn't care. What did catch his interest is the door Grillby's going to, he didn't know there was a room beyond the kitchen, he didn't even know if that was there before or if he renovated recently. Grillby opens the door, a sudden gush of cooler air hitting their bodies, and walks inside, closing the door behind him.

It's a bedroom, there's a king sized bed, a wardrobe/dresser, two windows on the far wall and another door leading to somewhere. Sans is confused, why is this room here in the first place? Unless Grillby sleeps here when it's too chaotic to go outside...he thinks. Grillby kicks the door closed and walks towards the bed, setting Sans down on the plush sheets. Sans' blush doesn't leave him as he gazes around the room, not even noticing when Grillby takes off his suit jacket and bowtie.

"W-What're we doing back here?" Sans shivers, "and why's it so cold?" He rubs his arms.

"Aww, my baby's cold?" He smirks, ignoring the first question, "let me see if u can warm you up."

Grillby hugs him and uses his weight to push him back to make him lie down, Sans squeaks a little and blushes heavier, squirming when he nuzzles his neck. His breath feels ticklish against his neck. But then he feels a shiver go up his spine, a hot and wet appendage grazing his neck, a moan slips from Sans as he grips the elemental's shirt. Grillby smirks against him as he uses one hand to massage his body as it trails to his waistband, kneading his hip again and earning another moan. Grillby slowly lifts his shirt up while licking and nibbling on his clavicle, his warm fingertips grazing over his spine as they reach his ribs, his warmer tongue lapping at his shoulder, over all making the skeleton moan and squirm under the elemental. He fondles his ribs as he uses his other hand to bring his legs around his waist, caressing his femur and patella until he loops his fingers in the space between his fibula and tibia.

Sans gasps as Grillby's hand kneads his hip again and rubs his ribs rougher, his mouth is open slightly as hot pants leave him, sweat starts to form on his skull from his administrations, his mind's in a hazy state, not really thinking about his actions, only the pleasure he's feeling. Grillby then massages his ilium to his sacrum, making the skeleton buck and whine under him as he just touched a rather sensitive area, a fluttering sound beneath them both making him stop his actions. Grillby raises a fiery brow as he looks at the panting skeleton.

"W-Why'd you s-stop?" He huffs.

What's making that noise?

Grillby then gets the brilliant idea to pull down Sans' shorts the rest of the way until stopping just behind his knees, making Sans squeak and jolt below him, Grillby's eyes widen as he sees the culprit. A smol bone tail swishing back and forth on the sheets.

"You have a tail?" Grillby asks although he can see the answer right in front of him.

Sans doesn't answer him, just hides his face in his hands and mumbles against them. So cute. Grillby chuckles to himself as he grabs ahold of the wagging appendage, Sans stiffens then releases a slow low moan through clenched teeth, Grillby raises a brow as he blushes a darker blue, letting out shuddered breaths like he's scared to breathe. Grillby then notices the bright blue glowing member between Sans' legs, he blushes deep orange as he lowers his head to the other head. He opens his mouth, extending his tongue, and swipes the tip of the bulbous member, Sans jerks and arches his back in ecstasy, Grillby licks him again but this time from the base all the way up, enjoying the sounds he's getting from the skeleton.

He then suckles on the top, lashing his tongue against the tip, Sans' legs tremble beside his head, biting down on his finger to stop himself from moaning too hard. Slowly his head lowers onto his member, Sans is wide and takes up all the space in his mouth which, to Grillby, is impressive. Sans jolts as his head feels light, his member twitching in his mouth before his blue goo shoots out and into his mouth. It catches Grillby by surprise, the blue goo splurting out into his mouth, but he attempts to swallow what he can. He can't really describe the taste but 'tangy' was the first suggestion.

He pulls away with a wet pop, swallowing what was left of the liquid, Sans panted hard as his chest heaved for air, his hand over his eyes as sweat poured from his bones. Grillby looks at him with accomplished eyes as he licked his lips, he crawled on top the skeleton and moves his hand, seeing half lidded sockets.

"S-Sorry," he says bashfully, "s-some...I ruined your shirt." He says, tugging at his collar.

"I don't mind, it's an old shirt anyway."

Grillby then unbuttons his shirt and throws it on the floor, showing off his well-built fire figure and sculpted muscles. Sans blushes even darker as he stares at his muscles, his hands unconsciously reach out and touch his body. Grillby shudders as his cold hands trace every visible line on his body, he purrs leaning down and capturing his mouth in another kiss, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of his head.

Sans continues to feel his body until he gets to his pants, his fingers trembling as he struggles to undo them, Grillby purrs when he starts to pull them down, kissing him hard before pulling away again. He slowly sits up and takes off his pants, agonizingly slow, making sure to sway his hips in front the skeleton with a lustful glare. Now he's in his pitch black underwear that deeply contrasts with his flame color, but shows a bulge that isn't easy to miss, a dark orange flare showing through it. Sans can't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" Grillby purrs as he climbs on the bed again.

Sans just nods, his pupils not ever looking away from his bulge, he gently kisses the flame man as he climbs on top of him, gaining some confidence to be somewhat dominant now. Grillby sighs as his cold tongue runs up his neck and lines his jaw before dragging itself along his Adam's apple, to his clavicle, chest, gently licking each of his abs, until it finally reaches the hem of his underwear. Sans holds his breath as he tugs it down, it's on so tight that he struggles to get it off but when he does all he can do is go wide eyed. There before him stands a dark orange member that's as tall as the elevator that took you to the CORE, it's MUCH larger than his own, but that only makes him more aroused.

Grillby hisses as his tongue connects with his member, making him twitch against him, Sans licks from his base to his tip, dragging his tongue along the side as he holds it in his hand, it's far too big for him to take in his mouth...so he thinks...

Sans looks up to Grillby, seeing his red-orange face looking at him, somehow finding it even more satisfying being watched in what he's doing. He starts to suck on the tip while both his hands pump his length, sucking harder as Grillby moans under him, breathing harder as Sans goes faster. Sans' tongue massages his underside as Grillby feels his end coming soon, his mouth feels so good, even if it's cold to him. He grunts as his body shakes, his own essence splurting into the skeleton's mouth without warning. Sans moans softly as the hot goo fills his mouth and runs down his throat, swallowing as much as he could before slowly pulling off, licking his teeth as he looks at the dazed fire man.

"Grillby?" He asks in concern, Grillby is motionless as he stares at the ceiling out of breath.

"I-I'm fine...just a minute." He pants.

Sans smiles to himself knowing he did a good job, why else would he be so breathless.

"Looks like I took your breath away." He laughs.

"Heh, please don't make me laugh right now." He whines playfully.

Sans smiles as he feels his stomach again, waiting for Grillby to catch his breath as massages his stomach, realizing both their arousals are reappearing. After a while Sans climbs onto Grillby, his jacket falling to his shoulders as he conjures a 'backdoor' and rubs himself along the underside of his member. Grillby grunts softly under him, panting from his actions.

"Shouldn't I ah~ prepare you first?" Grillby asks as he plays with the Sans' shirt.

"I don't care, I've waited for this for too long. I just want to feel you inside me." Sans says in a lustful tone as he raises his hips.

Grillby's tip nudges the entrance, his hot head slowly spreading apart the cold magic muscle as they both moan lowly, Sans manages to pry himself open, the tip is inside him now as he trembles above his hot lover, Grillby watches attentively as his hips lower onto him, slowly engulfing his length. But soon enough Sans can only go halfway as the pain and pressure is getting to him, Grillby notices this and sits up, using one hand to massage his hip while the other fondles the back of his ribs.

"I'm sorry about this."

"What do you meEEAAANN!"

Grillby forces the rest of his length up Sans' ass, the skeleton moaning loudly in pain and pleasure as he grips his shoulders, the flame man thrusting upwards and causing him to bounce on him. Grillby grunts as he goes faster, lifting the smol skeleton up only to slam him back down, Sans bites his tongue as he grips Grillby tighter, the pain is replaced with absolute pleasure, meeting his hips with as much force. Grunts and the sound of 'skin' slapping bone (whatever that sound is like) echo in the room, along with pants, grunts and purrs that sometimes sound. Sans feels a knot appear in his 'stomach', it was coming too quickly, is Grillby that good or is Sans that sensitive?

"I-I c-can't hold out m-much longer," Sans whines as he shifts on his length.

"N-Not y-yet. . ."

"I c-can't! AAAAAAHH!"

Sans moans loudly as a huge wave of pleasure washes over him, his body shakes against Grillby as he grips him like a lifeline, after a few seconds he loses all feeling in his arms and falls limp on the bed, huffing and puffing as his chest is rising and falling greatly, giving Grillby an apologetic look as he hovers over him.

"S-Sorry," he pants, "guess I didn't have the stomach to wait." He laughs tiredly.

"Hardy har har," Grillby shifts so Sans' legs are on his shoulders, "but I did tell you to wait, so now I have to get mine." He smiles deviously.

Sans shudders in fear seeing the look in his eyes, the flame man rears himself before thrusting extra hard into Sans entrance, the smol skeleton screams loudly in pain from being so sensitive after his last orgasm but also in pleasure because the last orgasm made him super sensitive.

"G-Grillby!" Sans yells in pleasure.

"What mmph Sansy?~" Grillby purrs against his neck as he holds Sans' hands above his head.

"Aahh! F-Faster, please!" Sans whines.

Grillby intentionally slows down, "you want me to do what faster exactly?" He licks from his neck to his clavicle, the warm sensation sending, even more, shudders up the skeleton's spine.

"Gr-Grillby! D-don't be such a tease!"

Even though he's still sensitive, this sensitivity made him even hornier than before, the low tone of the flame man's sexy voice and his dominance just adding to his arousal.

"Well, I can't do what you want me to do if you're not specific." Grillby slows down, even more, licking the sternum of the whining skeleton to his thrusts.

"Fu. . .oh God! Fuck me dammit! Just fuck me harder, till I can't walk, just please go faster!" Tears from his overstimulated state drip from his sockets as he writhes and cries under him, his arousal aching for release again.

"There we go," Grillby licks his cheek as he gradually thrusts faster, "that wasn't so hard was it?"

Sans' words are caught in his throat as Grillby goes into hyper drive, the bed creaking under them, competing with their moans and grunts of pleasure. This goes on for a few minutes, the hyper thrusting, the licking, the moaning, everything until it's Grillby's turn to feel his knot.

"F-Fuck, Sans you feel so good." Grillby moans, licking his teeth.

"You're so warm~" He moans back.

Sans doesn't know if it's possible but he swore he saw his eyes cross, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, before he lets out a low moan, thrusting extra deep inside Sans and letting his warm lava flow freely, the orange goo coating his spine and the inside of his ribcage. The sudden gush of warmth sends Sans over the edge as he cums on himself once again, moaning a loud scream of pleasure as his tongue hangs loosely from his jaw and his eyes turn to hearts. Grillby falls limply on Sans, breathing hard against his neck as the skeleton slowly lowers from his high.

"Well, that was *huff* very heated." He laughs tiredly.

"Sans, I swear to god. . ." The other mumbles against his neck.

"No need to be so hot headed Grillbz." He smiles.

Grillby slowly pulls out of Sans while glaring at the smol skeleton, grabbing his tail with a hot grasp and making him hiss in pain and shock.

"Okay okay, I'll stop, I'll stop!"

"Good," he moves Sans until he buries him in his chest, hugging him tight but still holding his tail, "I love you Sansy, don't ever forget that. Even if I don't remember." He kisses his forehead.

"I won't, even if you forget I'll remind you." He snuggles more into his chest, sighing in content at the warmth.

They both fall asleep soundly in each other's arms, smiling softly as they enjoyed each other's contrasting body heats. Sans doesn't know what will happen in the morning, the timeline could reset since he would wake up in his bed to the same day every time, but then again that only happens if he or the human dies and technically they aren't even there. So maybe, just maybe, Sans can really wake up to a day where something new happens. Something he always wanted. Can he really have it?