Papyrus snored softly on the couch, his body motionless aside from the rise and fall of his chest, "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...". Sans had come back home after a full night at Grillby's and walked into the living room, seeing Papyrus sleep so soundly. He smiled with a lite red blush on his cheeks, thinking of how cute his brother looked, sleeping like that. Papyrus continued laying on the couch in his black battle suit and maroon red scarf; his scar was slightly visible. Sans made a disturbed expression as he slid his figures across his brother's face. Out of nowhere, Papyrus moaned loudly, throwing Sans off guard, "S-Sans... Y-You.... S-slut..... Get your.... Ass over.... Here..." Sans flushed and couldn't believe what he heard. His boss called out his name during a dream, a dirty one he imagined. Sans leaned towards Papyrus' face before being greeted with a punch to the face.

"The fuck you think you're doing?!" Papyrus screeched and quickly sat up from his resting spot. He gripped the cushions of the couch in rage but held his temper. Sans whimpered, his cheek stinging like crazy, "Y-You just looked... S-so c-cute... B-B-Boss... I d-didn't mean t-to" Sans began wiping blood from where Papyrus' spiked gloves met his cheekbones. "A-Ah!!" He winced as the stinging wounds pulsed with blood. "B-Boss, why the hell did you punch me?! You know I only have 1 HP!" Papyrus glared at Sans, "You dare speak to me like that, Runt?! I am your boss! You WILL respect me! Besides, I punched you because you startled me! Now get your ass outside and to your post before I make you eat the dust on my boots!" Papyrus got up and stomped forcefully towards the shed. Sans sighed and licked his gold tooth. "Still there... Good... I just wish Boss wouldn't be such a.... A prick! But god do I love it when he is one. Kill me naow" Sans chuckled to himself as he started for the door.

Sans grabbed his coat and stood on the porch as he struggled to get his jacket on. "Another chilly day... Too bad Boss will be running around in this. In the mean time, I can just slack off all I want... Untill he catches me, then I'm boned... Hehe.... Boned...." Sans sighed and passed Doggo, "Ya late to yer post, Mate! Next time, you won't bay so lucky, ya hear?!" Sans sighed and got to his post. He set the station up so that he could face the direction of the ruin doors. At this time, however, Sans was able to have time to himself, and had snoozed off. After what seemed like hours, Sans had awaken to a chilling sight: Papyrus staring disappointedly down at him. "So... I see you STILL prefer to be a lazy jackass, hm?" He snarled. "Worthless, JUST like the others!"

He went to raise a hand to his face when three bones shot into his sides. He staggered a bit, before taking to his knees and blacking out. When he had awoken, Papyrus jerked upwards, catching himself before causing damage to himself. "W-Wha? I'm back home?! How?!" He scanned the room and spotted his brother at the farthest corner. He gritted his teeth before realizing. Sans could have easily killed him if he really wanted to. The question was, why DIDN'T he? He slowly got up to avoid detection and inched towards him. At this point, he could hear Sans mumbling under his breath. "P-Papy.... Boss.... P-Pun-nish me... I love... Y-you..." Papyrus blushed slightly. He had never quite seen Sans this way before, at least not unless he was screwing him relentlessly. "I see, so the skele-ass likes to be messed with. Ok... I'll make this work..." A grin crept along his face as his plan begun to unfold.

Sans woke up to be chained to his bed, with nothing but his shorts on. His scars on his stomach visibly shined in the dim light of the bedroom. "W-What the? WHOSE HERE? WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! ANSWER ME, NOW!!!" Papyrus chuckled, "You're like this because I want to see you beg for mercy." He snapped a whip in his hand and Sans heavily gulped, "B-Boss?" A whip across the chest sent Sans into a horny and painful barrage of gasps and moans, "P-Paps~ N-Ngh.... B-Boss.... M-More..." Papyrus smiled, a rush of red blushes coating his face, "You fucking whore. You want this, you NEED this... Don't you?" He roughly stroked around Sans' pelvis area, sending him into an almost uncontrollable lust frenzy. "B-Boss... F-Fuck me.... Please" Papyrus chuckled, "Impatient, aren't we?"