—Another weird 4th person POV—
Lust lay unmoving, pinned down to a bed by none other than Epic himself.
He didn't feel kinky or flirtatious like he usually would in a situation like this, instead that was blotted out by a sense of heavy dread, guilt, betrayal, and a feeling Lust rarely ever felt.
Denial.
The sudden pressing of buttons and turn of the tables left Lust in an unlikely position, first being practically shipped to this horrible 'OmegaVerse', having to aid in the capturing and entrapment of his ex, and being forced to serve some kid with an ominous appearance and twisted way of running things.
Hell, the guards he had to work with didn't even like him, calling him shitty names and even going as far as to tease him just to exploit him, and now he was being tried for his attempt to escape with his new human companion.
After all that, Epic claimed to just want to 'talk' with him, but Lust wasn't having it, he refused to look at Epic's face and made some negative refute to any conversation Epic would start to stir up, keeping the room dull while the tension was high, each skeleton trying to read the other's mind.
Lust grumbled in agitation, he never really liked being restrained unless it was in specific ways for specific reasons, and that was more explicit to situations that weren't appropriate for a place of work.
"Why did you take me to your room." Lust growled, finally snapping the silence in the room, glaring into Epic's wide, enlarged sockets with a burning sense of dissatisfaction that was in no way mirrored.
"Just thought it would be more sentimental... you're obviously not in 'Slut Mode', so I decided to have a little heart to heart." Epic whispers, offering a small smile as a loose thread from the hood of his jacket dangles dauntingly over Lust's face.
"You don't have a heart." Lust snapped back, his teeth curling into a steady scowl as Epic's face softened for unknown reasons.
"Neither do you numbskull." Epic replied smoothly, as the hand that was closest to Lust's skull began to trace little circles on the side of his cheekbone, a low chuckle emitting from the cloaked skeleton.
For one of the first times in his new life, Lust had been called an insult that reminded him of his old ways. His eye lights flared, then dimmed, his thoughts strolling through endeared memories of the past.
Gaster's favorite nickname for Lust before he became Lust was indeed numbskull. He was never to best scientist in the lab, that title would always be held by the former, and Lust was but a mere assistant. Better than your average chemist, but an idiot compared to Gaster.
At least, that's what Lust thought. In fact, exactly what he thought until said person got themself torn apart by a disgusting sense of greed. Lust wouldn't hold it above or beyond him for that, he understood just fine, some mistakes have greater consequences than others.
Like right now. He could be on a bus out of this shit place with his ex and an adorable human, but instead he was being held down to a bed by a person who's really lowering their standards and reputation just to talk. Pathetic, but perhaps it was somehow smart or necessary.
"You must feel something overwhelmingly unfair." Epic purred, leaning down to Lust's nonexistent ear and ceasing the circling of his cheekbone, tone hushed and soft.
"I get that, I'm familiar with the thought of having something you want or love being harshly ripped away from reach." Epic continued to speak, his hood now successfully draped into Lust's eye socket as the smaller skeleton did his best not to complain.
"You're not alone... I can help you... I don't like it here either." Epic muttered, the world going silent as Lust shook his head vigorously, shaking off the hood and releasing a huff of what sounded like triumph and slight sourness.
"What am I supposed to interpret that as?" Lust queried, knocking Epic's skull with his as an indication for him to move away.
Epic pulled away, eye sockets now full of concern and thought, his gaze drifting over Lust's face with an additional feeling of care.
"You're supposed to interpret it as an apology. Maybe even an alliance offer." Epic mumbles through a strained smile and tired eyes, the distress shining through his bony face in a totally different way than Lust's.
Lust drops his scowl, expression now spanned with confusion, anger, and a small slice of hope maybe. "You're fibbing. If not, what the fuck is Fresh doing with the human?" Lust came immediately back on guard, bristling as he wriggled about, the magic level slowly creeping up, point by point.
"Fresh is fine. I doubt he'd get carried away with something so easy." Epic jested, looking off to the side in a quick recalculation of some things Lust couldn't identify completely.
"Are you sure, I think I felt something give way during you guys' not-so-friendly chat." Lust uttered, sockets squinting as Epic sighed above him.
"Fresh just hasn't been himself lately... prone getting worked up isn't usually his kind of mellow." Epic subtly agreed, nodding his head grimly as Lust made a little grunt of satisfaction.
"You think it has something to do with the umm... shots?" Lust suggested, wincing as the words came out from his teeth, not daring to make direct eye contact as Epic went still.
"Lust we're not allowed to talk about that." Epic hissed curtly, pressing his thumbs harshly into Lust's skull, his smirk temporarily filling with malice as Lust whined and squirmed about, the moment passing within a few seconds.
"Ok, ok, forgive me, I beg." Lust played it off, a sort of nervous chuckle emanating from his nonexistent voice box while Epic narrowed his sockets dangerously.
"Anyways... do you accept my offer or not?" Epic asked, he too playing it off, the hard and unforgiving sense of hostility melting into a sweet smile, one fit for a lover.
"I guess... I hate this place more than you though, no questions asked." Lust confirmed, a genuine and carefree smile spreading across his face as he felt the magic inside him stir... he never was without 'Slut Mode' for too long.
"Can we like... fuck now?" Lust wondered out loud, the words heavily slipping from his teeth as the magic rushing back into his system at a dizzying rate that reminded him of the first time he was injected with 'liquid lust'
"Hell no Slut, but a kiss would be nice." Epic replied with a snort, not missing a beat as he studied Lust's starry eyed expression, eye lights dilated and brightened, the purple settling back in as the white faded a little, and Lust hummed thoughtfully as his face was overtaken by a promiscuous smirk.
"Ok, I'll settle for that." Lust chuckled, enjoying the sight of blush of Epic's cheekbones as he leaned down, kissing Lust square on the teeth.
...this was going to be more than a 'nice kiss' for sure.
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Wow, sure let that simmer for a bit... skeleton kisses will remain a mystery until I find out the 'meaning of life'... But anyways, today was dandy, don't have school tomorrow because here in America apparently people celebrate 'Veterans Day' which warrants a day off but not Election Day. Hmmm took very long to write this for some reason, near double the usual time... I'm sure I wasn't bored, just probably flustered or something... oh yeah wish my big bro happy birthday lol, we had a bygg celebration and this dickhead made like $100 selling my candy and then rubbing it in my face... but somehow this is all excused... he got like 9 cakes too because my mom's friends all bought him shit... come my birthday all imma get is some shit socks that don't fit... Oki end of rant love y'all a lot ok?
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
- De Moogus
(Got a problem with me halfway shipping Lust X Epic? DM me at @MerfyMoogusTwT! I will phucking fite/bite you. [/j])
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