The Heat of a Soul

Complicated

Soft breathing woke Sans, along with the sudden chill in the air. The wind had picked up since he had arrived, and nipped at his jacket, its icy tendrils dragging coldly across his bones. Shivering, he sat up and looked around, confused for a moment, as the area he was currently residing in was now dim as dusk embarked upon him.

"Oh, yeah. Grillbz." He turned to the flame monster, and shook him with a hand, his other crossed against his chest in an attempt to keep warm. Grillby mumbled something and was rolling over when snow hit him in the face. Alright. He was up.

"Ugh, what time is it?" He grumbled, sitting up and wiping the snow from his eyes. Sans pulled his phone from his pocket and turned on the screen.

"7:36." He responded gruffly, stretching out the soreness in his joints from how he had been laying. Grillby stood and shook white fluff from his jacket, extending a hand to Sans, who took it appreciativly. When he was standing, he noticed with a flitter of exhilaration that Grillby didn't let go of his hand. He didn't break the contact, but smiled to him instead, thinking to himself how hot the monster looked when he was serious.

"Looks like the bar isn't opening tonight." Grillby said, as he fumbled for his keys in his pockets, to return empty handed.

"Forgot your keys?"

"Yup." A breathy sigh. Sans scoffed, and reached into his own pocket, placing his phone in its confines and pulling out his own set of keys.

"You can stay at my place, if you'd like. We can figure something out tomorrow." He looked up to Grillby and winked, grinning mischievously. At first, Grillby was at a loss for words, trying to catch onto Sans hidden meaning, till it clicked.

"Ah ha ha.. It is pretty cold out here.. I could make a fire." He licked his lips and Sans felt his soul stir with anticapation. He was going to enjoy this.

"Well, lets not keep it waiting." He said, and began to lead Grillby towards the path they had come down, when a small tug stopped him. He looked over his shoulder and gave the bartender a questioning glance.

"Come here for a second, Sans." The skeleton narrowed his eyes, but complied, stepping back to him and looking up with curious white orbs. Grillby purred at his cuteness and bent down, placing a soft yet lustful kiss on Sans mouth. Sans stood absolutely still as he did, and was left blushing as Grillby pulled away. Grillby smiled and fixed his glasses, turning away in an attempt to hide the redness in his cheeks.

"Alright, lead the way, bone daddy."

"Bone daddy?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. I like it. Well then, just follow me, hot stuff."

(Fangirling so hard right now)

Before long, they were already back in Snowdin, most of its residents indoor for the night. Some street lamps where lit to provide light for the night dwellers, and the couple walked beneath them, making small talk.

They soon came to the porch of Sans' house, and Sans proceeded to unlock the front door, greeting Papyrus who was sitting on the couch with a plate of spaghetti, watching MTV. (Mettaton Television.) He was laughing at something that was being said on the TV, pointing with his fork and cracking up. He was wearing typical orange plaid boxers, and his COOL DUDE shirt.

"Sans! It's about time you got back! I was getting worried. Oh, hello Grillby! Are you having a sleep over with Sans?" Papyrus was holding the fork halfway between the plate and his mouth, the noodles hanging limply from the prongs. Grillby shot a glance at Sans who just nodded curtly and shuffled into the kitchen, leaving the fire dude to fend for himself.