//one of you guys requested it so here you are and I kinda wanted to write another one//

Mettaton sighs as he orders another round of the rum "n'ther shot of the good stuff" Mettaton brushed his hair back. "Hey there bag of bolts what you doing here?" Sans asked with a smirk. "Hello Sans, I'm takin' a break from showbiz" Mettaton responded.

"Shot of whiskey" Sans ordered. "So what brings the lonely time traveler to the bar at this this time of night?" Mettaton asked taking a sip of the shot. "Fine company, relaxation" Sans responded downing the shot and ordering another round.

~ the conversation got more drunk~

"So ya filthy bag of bolts wanna take this back to my humble abode?" His eyes flicker dimly. Mettaton growled "you've got your little baby bones at home, I'm alone since Alphys is with Undyne~" His voice turned to a purr.

"Oh mettaton, your such a screw driver in heels" Sans smirked "what if i be the nail you be the screwdriver back at my place" He ran a finger along Sans chin as Grillsbys intercepted. "We are closing soon you two, take it outside or I lock you two in here tonight" He gave them the bill. "Put the drinks on my tab~" Mettaton lifted the smol bean.

Save me before sans kills me for calling him a smol bean -author-sama

Sans teleported home with mettaton and the two went up stairs... And that was the last moment he remembered before waking up next to sans in bed..." Mettaton sighed softly sitting up "ugh...." Sans groaned sitting up and suddenly noticed who was next to him "I..." Sans blushed

"Just don't say anything" mettaton looked away embarrassed. "Right.." Sans slipped off the other side of the bed and fixes himself. "Goodbye" Mettaton muttered.

Sans took a deep breath and came over and kissed mettaton on the cheek "later" he sighed. "Lets not speak of this again" the two muttered. Sans hesitated at the door then nods and walked out. Mettaton laid back "that was gooood but... Abrupt ending..." Mettaton chuckled a little and blushed still in love with sans but sighed knowing that was the last he would see sans in bed and hopefully the last time anyone spoke of that night.