Sans x Papyrus

"I swear, when I find a human, I'll rip it's head from its shoulders and deliver it straight to Undyne, the blood warm as it drips from its torn neck." Papyrus cackled menacingly, putting his head back with his eyes closed, his hands firmly planted on his waist.

As he finished, he heard muffled laughter from beside him, slowly turning his head in that direction, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Sans, his shorter brother and sidekick, appeared to be snickering into his jacket sleeve.

"What's so funny, Sans?"

"You, acting all high and mighty, as if you would hurt ANYTHING, other than that mouse you wacked upside the head with the broom last week!" Sans laughed aloud this time, his golden tooth flashing in the torchlight.

Papyrus growled at him and stiffened, forcing his stance and and straightning his shoulders.

"It was intruding in our home. I was just protecting us."

"Was screaming part of our defense?"

"Well.. It could have stalled the enemy, left them wondering where it was coming from, then I could attack!" Papyrus' mouth twitched as he looked over to the spot where Sans had been standing when he heard a strangled choke and heavy thud.

Wriggling in the snow was the shorter skeleton, his arms wrapped around his stomach as more laughter burst from him. Papyrus grinded his teeth together as Sans continued, laughing so hard that when he sat back up, he was out of breath with red in his features.

"Well, that's just about the best-" He was cut off abruptly as his body slammed back against the ground, peering down at his chest with a shocked expression to see he soul shining brightly in his chest, held down by Papyrus' magic.

"H- Wha? Let me go, Papyrus!" Sans wriggled against the magical grip on his chest but instantly stilled as a sharpened bone was held inches from his face.

"You don't think I'm tough, hmm?" Sans began to sweat nervously, the pupils of his eyes darting between the blade and his brother's scowl, his grin fading.

"Uh, n-no, Boss, I-I think your real tough," He gulped and pulled his face away as the tip of the bone was brought closer to his face, eyeing it warily before shutting his eyes.

"Heh, pathetic. I oughta teach you how things work around here." Sans opened an eye as he heard the blade swish through the air, making a dull, sliding sound as Papyrus put it back in his sheath, one of his arms extended, his bony palm facing Sans.

As easily as if he were tossing a doll, Sans was in the air a few inches from the ground and yelping angrily as he was thrown against the wooden stand, the flames of the torch flickering as it jostled in its holster. Sans tried to straightened, the breath knocked from him.

A shadow loomed before him, and he froze in shock as Papyrus roughly pushed against him, pinning him to the sentry post. His brother's breath whispered hotly into the side of his skull, menacing and filled to the brim with venom.

"After I'm through with you, you'll know what respect means for your master." Sans chocked a strangled gasp as he felt bony fingers slide past the edge of his shorts and pull them down roughly.

Sans opened his mouth to speak when a merciless hand covered his mouth, the weight being pushed against him forcing his arms to hold him up and prevent him from falling across the wooden top submissively.

His face felt hot as his shorts fell down around his ankles, plopping limply into the white snow scuffled beneath them. Papyrus chuckled deeply as he fidgeted with his belt, letting his own pants fall beside his victim's.

Without warning, he pushed forward, earning himself a pained whimper from Sans, muffled by his glove. Grinning, the taller skeleton growled contently, narrowing his eyes and licking along Sans jaw from behind.

Sans shuddered as he left a trail of spit were his tongue grazed, his breath quickening as Papyrus began to move at a slow pace.

"See? It ain't so bad.. You just got to be obedient. Good things come to those who obey." Sans' grin strained and his eyes were forced shut as more pain racked through him, his bony fingers digging into the withered wood.

"It won't hurt for long, now. Like a knife in the stomach. Soon, it'll all feel great." The last word was a whisper, easing it's way into Sans' mind to corrupt him from the inside out. He looked down in agony as a deep red glow emitted from his waist.

"Oh? You like this? Hm, why didn't you say so?" Papyrus pulled back gently, but thrusted forward with a greater force, pushing in further and getting yet another muffled cry from the shorter skeleton. Sweat began to bead on Sans' skull as he moaned gently, his breath labored and thick.

Papyrus laughed again, under his breath, and continued, groaning as pleasure built between them. Sans grimaced as he was bumped into the stand, the torch bouncing in its hold, it's orange flames licking wildly in the movement. Below the edge of the counter, his member glowed fiercely with the building pressure, earning another heavy moan as it rubbed against the wall below.

Sans managed to pull away from Papyrus' hand on his mouth, his tongue hanging as he panted heavily, moaning harder as he let himself slide across th couner, grabbing the opposite edge in iron grips, calling out Papyrus' name in a strangled whine.

Papyrus shoved his hands onto either side of the shorter monster and pushed a couple more times before holding himself against Sans, listening to him cry out in pleasure as they climaxed simultaneously.

White painted the front of the stand, the load slowly dribbling down the side and making a mess. Papyrus collected himself, shuddering as he took a step back, watching the sticky stuff string from him to Sans, falling into the snow.

"I'm.. Dominant. You're.. Mine. Got it..?" Instead of answering, Sans nodded weakly, still breathing heavily as he rode out the pleasure. Papyrus seemed to be pleased and bent to grab his pants, slipping them on easily and fastening his belt.

"Get your clothes on and clean up this mess. Don't need anyone coming by and seeing it." He said roughly, though his face softened when Sans painfully bent down to reach for his shorts, his breath catching.

Papyrus' boots crunched in the snow as he stepped forward helping his brother to pull the hem of his shorts back around his waist, scolding him gently.

"Hm, come now. Let's go home. I'll clean it up later.. For now.. We'll just.." He scanned the scene in front of him, his submissive brother panting next to a knocked up sentry post, his shorts barely concealing the red glow, same as his own, and streaks of while laced around a large patch of stamped down snow, with to pairs of footprints facing the same direction.

"We'll just.. Make an excuse." He said through his teeth and forced a smile, bending quickly to grab his brother, smiling as Sans' arms wrapped weakly around his neck.

"Boss.."

"Shh. You must be exhausted. I did push you past your limit, didn't I?" A weak nod.

"Hm. Serves you right. Come on, you can sleep with me tonight." Sans didn't respond as his eyes fell closed, his body slacking in Papyrus' hold. Papyrus rolled his eyes, already used to it with constantly moving his brother from one place to the next whenever he was sleeping.

He sighed and shook his head, stepping carefully out of the torch light's radius and letting the shadows swallow the two of them up.