Learn To Love.

Chapter 7

  WARNING: minor flashbacks to rape/noncon in this chapter  

Red felt like shit.

It was the weekend. He laid on the couch with his head in Blue's lap, a gentle hand running over his skull. He'd given up trying to make himself feel ashamed for being treated like this- it made him feel safe. Safe and wanted.

They were watching NTT, who had Grillby as a guest star. They were cooking something- Napstaston just kept playing weird little jingles and Grillby was doing his own thing- and dancing- it was weird. Red was only half watching, honestly. His mind was still off on last night's bad dream. It'd been generic, but enough to shake him and ruin his Saturday in with Blue. It was almost their one month anniversary- which, according to Blueberry, was a big deal.

Napstaton changed up his music. The food was just going everywhere- Grillby had shit all over his fancy clothes, but started dancing with renewed vigor at the increased tempo.

"Hell yeah- you like that?"

"Do you like that?" Papyrus asked, his finger tracing up along Red's forcefully conjured cock. Red shut his eyes tight like it could stop what was happening- Papyrus grabbed it and started jerking him off in earnest-

Red winced and curled up tighter. He closed his eyes- told himself to breathe- it would go away. Blue's hand slowed on his skull.

"Red?"

The skeleton didn't trust himself to speak. He slowed his breathing and stared at the TV- listened to that- felt how warm Blue was- all the things he'd been told to do if this happened.

Blue's hands eased him upright, and Red reflexively hugged him. The shorter skeleton rubbed the back of his spine.

"Sir, you're going to ruin the equipment-"

"Oh, shut up! Just let it happen! This is gonna be a great show!"

"Stop fighting it, brother," Papyrus said. He spit the last word like a curse. "Just let it happen."

"Ngh- turn it off-" Red whimpered.

"Red, I'm right here. You're safe," Sans said. "You're gonna be-"

"I said turn it off!" he screamed, and he didn't really think- he grabbed the nearest object he could in his magic and flung it at the TV.

There was a crash like thunder and the noise of electricity shorting out. Red's eyes flew open and he saw the smoke rolling up from the TV- now with its remote sticking out of the middle

"R-Red!" Sans said.

"It's so small, Sans," Papyrus said. Red tried to struggle, but the chains held him down. He didn't want this- he kept telling himself that he didn't fucking want this- but he was so close-

Red felt hands on his shoulders.

"No!" he shouted, pushing them away. He stumbled into the corner.

"It's me, Red, it's just me," Blue said, and he kept his distance. He held up his hands. Red's vision was blurry, but he saw the eye and the little body and his breathing began to calm.

Somebody came running down the stairs. Red froze.

"What the fuck happened to the TV!?" Papyrus shouted. He was angry- he turned his angry, accusatory glare at Red.

"N-No- I didn't mean to," Red breathed. "I'm sorry-"

"We're gonna have to buy a new one!" Papyrus said loudly. "Fuck- we don't have enough money for that!"

"Papyrus!" Blue scolded hotly. Red winced- they were angry- they were angry at him- they hated him-

Red grabbed his skull and stared at the ground. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I'm s-sorry-"

If words were said, they came through fuzzy. Papyrus got closer- Red only saw black armor and scarred eyes and clawed gloves-

"D-Don't hurt me- please don't hurt me-" he cried. "I'm sorry- I'll b-buy a new one- I'm sorry-"

Papyrus- Red didn't know which one- was getting closer. Red curled up.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I'm sorry- please- I'll be good- I'll be a good b-boy- please don't, boss, please don't-"

His vision faded out. He kept repeating himself until his air supply was finally used up.

He passed out.