I.H.
Lust sighed as the water filled the tub, soothing his aching bones. Horror was not a gentle partner in bed; he always felt sore after they had sex.

..Why did he like Horror to abuse him like that? After everything he had gone through.. It was almost as if the trauma he had experienced was so horrible that it had become a subconscious kink for him.

He felt tears slip past his sockets as he focused on scrubbing the excess cum away. Of course he would be broken enough to feel like that.. He couldn't understand why anyone, much less Horror, would want something this broken.

G.P.
Horror came back. "Ero? I'm back!" He heard the water running, deciding to give the monster some space. Horror loved Ero. He loved him with all of his being. He wanted to keep his small Ero safe from harm's way and try to get him the best food around here, seeing as Horror had a hard time trying to express himself with constant mood swings.

That damn human had put him in a bad mood though. Flashes of old memories that had been long forgotten with his head trauma began to slowly resurface. He needed something to cut up.. His eye turn into a speckled snake eye. He wanted to kill something, choke it out with his bare hands, listen to the wonderful sound of a neck snapping like a toothpick. He punched his wall several times, leaving small dented holes. He began to repeatly whisper harsh words and other things to himself.

I.H.
Lust jumped in the bath when he heard what sounded like things breaking downstairs. And not the shattered glass way. He stepped out of the tub, hurriedly wrapping a towel around him before opening the bathroom door cautiously.

"Horror..?" He called softly. There was no answer. He tiptoed down the hall, unsure of what he would find.

Horror was punching a wall out, mortar and dust surrounding him. He winced as a chunk of wall peeled away and crashed to the ground again.

Lust went to Horror's side, violet eyelights dark with concern. "Horror.. What's the matter?" His soul stilled as Horror turned to face him, a feral look in his eye.

Lust backed up slowly, shivering as he realised that he was naked except for the towel. "H-Horror.." His voice was barely a whisper. The other was stalking toward him like a predator following prey.

G.P.
He softened slightly, gripping and clawing at his face. He was Horror, not Sans. Sans was long dead. Everyone wanted Sans, but Horror had killed Sans. He had killed him right when that damn ax was lodged into his head. He couldn't see right, stepping closer, his claws twitching. He was so hungry; he had spoiled himself too much now; he overdid it.

Horror took ahold of Lust, drooling. He was struggling to contain himself. He can't, HE CAN'T HE CAN'T. He ran his large tongue around Lust's collarbone before his teeth became large. He opened his mouth, letting out a struggled growl, showing his rows of teeth before biting down on his left shoulder.

I.H.
Lust cried out painfully, his hands holding onto Horror automatically for some stability. Tears pricked at his sockets as he felt Horror's teeth sink even deeper into his bone.

He could feel his towel loosening. And then Horror was unraveling it from him until he was only a naked, shivering skeleton, vulnerable and bare. He gasped as Horror pulled him even closer, pressing him against his larger body.

Lust's sockets lidded as Horror licked at the wound, blood dripping down his shoulder and along his arm. He became limp in Horror's hold, pliant for the larger monster.

He thought dimly that Horror had bitten into him again at a different spot, but his skull was ringing and it was difficult to register the pain over the dizziness that had suddenly overcome him.

The cool floor touched his bare bones as he felt Horror lower him to the ground. He looked up at the larger skeleton with wavering violet eyelights, the light dim and weak.

Horror was spreading his legs apart. He felt so dizzy that he couldn't even fight if he had wanted to. A strangled cry slipped past his teeth as he felt Horror bite deep into the inside of his femur, his trembling leg now dripping blood. Horror was raining bites and licks all over his inner thigh bones. He could barely feel the pain over his own increasing arousal.

G.P.
After filling up full enough of the other's blood, he snapped back to reality. Seeing his precious Ero in such a condition began to made him go into a panic, pouring healing magic into him and trying to clean him up. He couldn't.. He was so stupid and idiotic, and now this had happened. He wanted to claw and dig at his own bones or at least make up for it. Maybe he could bring him to New Home and get him some quality food that wasn't just garbage like himself.

I.H.
Lust was splayed out on the ground, blood dripping steadily from his wounds along his collarbone and inner thigh bones. He seemed almost unconscious except that his violet eyelights still flickered dimly on and off.

"Hnn.." Lust moaned softly as he felt Horror cradle him, a surge of healing magic entering his body. He skull lulled to the side, burying his face into Horror's shirt and his gripped weakly onto him.

Purple magic was lighting up his joints and pelvis, but he was too weak to summon anything. He closed his sockets as his wounds began to close with Horror's magic aiding them.