Learn To Love.

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER:: this is a reupload from a lonnnng time ago

Five months had gone by in an instant. Gaster no longer woke up in a horrified panic, Red hadn't chipped in over six weeks, and things were going well. The shed had been connected to the house and modified into a room for Gaster, so Papyrus got his room back. Sans and Red still roomed together, mostly because it was cost effective, but also because they enjoyed the company.

Sans relaxed on the couch. It was a fine Saturday evening, and the house was quiet. Papyrus and Gaster had gone to the lab to talk to Undyne, and they were likely staying the night. Papyrus and Undyne got along quite well, and she'd invited them to stay. So Sans was left at home with Red for the day, and they'd cleaned the house.

Red came down the stairs without his jacket and flopped onto the couch beside Sans. He huffed and brought his legs up and laid them near Sans's face.

"I'm glad I don't have work tomorrow, I'm gonna need at least two days to recover from all this shit," he said, wiggling his toes in the shorter monster's face.

Sans shoved them away with a good-natured laugh. "Gross, Red."

"What? You don't have a thing for feet?" he asked, replacing his foot by Sans's face and grinning. "Give 'em a lick."

"Red!" Sans said, but he laughed. This was nice. Red snorted but obliged, moving his feet away and letting out a breath. They'd worked hard. Red was always such a great help around the house, and Sans appreciated that.

He didn't really try to hide the marks on his arms anymore. It had taken time and patience to get him out of his long-sleeved clothes, and Sans understood, but he didn't want Red to feel like he should be ashamed of anything.

"I think we did a pretty good job today," Sans remarked. "We could tidy up Papy's room, that'd be fun."

Red groaned. "Hell no, that place is nasty. I went in there one time and found a taco shell with a sock in it. Who the fuck does that?"

"Maybe he was making a... sock- o," Sans said.

Red laughed, rough and warm and genuine. It took him a second to recover, and when he did, he grinned at Sans. "That was fucking terrible. Seriously, though, I'm not cleaning that shit-storm."

"Alright, alright, we don't have to," Sans relented. He stared up at the ceiling. "If you had your own room it'd probably be just as messy."

"You're probably right. But I don't, so, your point's invalid."

"It's very valid. You're just a goober."

"Oh. Oh man. You sure got me, Blue, how am I supposed to recover from that one? Goober? God damn. I'm a goober . Ya might as bury me now, cause there's literally no way I'm ever going to live that one down."

"You are. You're a goober. Quite possibly the biggest goober to ever goob."

Red cackled. Sans loved it when he laughed like that- unrefined and noisy. It was contagious.

"Don't laugh at me!" Sans exclaimed, but he was already giggling and Red paid him absolutely no mind.

"Goob- fuckin' goob, man-" he laughed. It wasn't even that funny, but it was getting late and the atmosphere was just too warm and relaxed. Sans shifted on the couch and attacked his ribs.

Red started squirming, but he was laughing too hard to get away. Sans tickled his ribs with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Who's laughing now, Red?" Sans huffed, continuing his vicious assault. The monster was cracking up underneath him, but soon he managed to shove Sans off and roll onto the floor.

They wrestled on the ground for a little while. Sans was well aware of the fact that Red could pin him down any time he wanted, but the bigger Sans was clearly not taking their match very seriously. Then again, they were two grown adults romping around on the floor like children.

Sans papped him in the face and grinned as he rolled the lazy skeleton over and straddled his spine. Red feigned injury, but he was still recovering from the onslaught of giggles and was just smiling idly up at Blue.

He looked wonderful. Sans didn't have time to process his own thoughts, because he was still buzzing with some weird excitement and Red looked so happy.

He didn't realize he'd bent forward and pressed their teeth together until Red's entire body went stiff and he scrambled out from underneath him.

Sans blinked. Red's face went through a whirlwind of emotions- surprise, confusion, back to surprise, and then to some kind of... fear? He sat on his ass a few feet away from Sans, who said nothing.

It was fear. Mild and confused fear, but fear nonetheless. His breathing was heavy as he watched his counterpart with big eyes. Sans still felt the contact on his teeth, where they'd touched. There was tension stretched tight in the air.

Red started shaking.

"I-I'm sorry-" Sans began, because he didn't know what else to say, because he was an impulsive idiot who'd gone way too far.

Red's eyes went dark and he was gone in an instant.

Sans scrambled to his feet, but Red had teleported and Sans had no clue where. He stood, still in a bit of shock, before it wore off and he collapsed onto the couch with a groan. He slapped himself in the face, guilt building in his ribcage.

He'd really messed up.