Just One Night

Heart to Heart

So there they were. The two couples sat across from each other in the living room. The atmosphere a bit tense, seeing as how the skeleton and robot duo were finally going to open up about their relationship to the one person that definitely mattered. Maybe that was why Papyrus had started to yell about Sans' sock still lying out in the open, while the older brother just grinned a little before twisting his words, and leaving the sock still on the floor. It was a semblance of normalcy that helped to soothe their frayed nerves, even if just a little.

Frisk looked back and forth between Mettaton and Sans sensing the distrust and discomfort. When her and papyrus glanced at each other, she sent him an encouraging smile, and stood gracefully before moving closer to the anxious skeleton.

"Well, since everyone's all here, how about I make us some tea?" Frisk asked happily.

She didn't wait for an answer before grasping his tightened fist, a bright smile easing some of the discomfort from rigid digits, "C'mon Paps, I need your help getting the tea ready. Wouldn't want to be a bad host, right?"

He shook his head, seeing it as a challenge instead of an excuse to get the older brother and robot alone. The two left to make tea, leaving the still tense monsters by themselves.

Mettaton cleared his throat before turning his gaze on his love's brother, strained violet clashing with cold white. Sans on the other hand seemed to straighten up, posture stiff and with narrowed eye sockets he firmly asked,

"So, what are your intentions with my brother?"

Mettaton sighed a little, a small smile crossing his face and hands cupping blushing cheeks, "Oh, he's such a darling. Has been since I'd ever gotten the chance to know him. Sweetest monster around."

Sans nodded, reclining a little into the old worn sofa, "Yes, he is most definitely... sweet. So I'll ask you again. What are your intentions with my brother?"

Mettaton gulped at the sight of Sans' one eye flickering between gold and blue. He sure was going to be a challenge to win over, but that was a given under the circumstances. Sans had always been protective of his younger brother, even more so after the.. accident. However, all of this was new for the bubbly robot since normally Mettaton didn't have to try to win over an audience. Being the star of Underground definitely had its perks, but he knew his title wouldn't be any help in this case. In fact, it may prove to have the opposite effect.

"I just want to be by his side. He makes me feel, which is hard, since it was never in my programming to.. love."

The sound of cupboards closing and China being set drew Sans' attention for a moment. His gaze drifted to Paps and Frisk chatting quietly with small smiles on their faces. He couldn't help but be protective of his little brother since he was the only family he had left. He wasn't going to let the world corrupt him. Sans didn't think Paps could survive if he lost his innocent, goofy ways.

Sans' eye narrowed, "I want to be perfectly clear, monster to monster.. I will not have you making my brother hurt. You will not play with his heart, nor will you use this newfound relationship for personal gain on your stupid shows. Or else you will have a bad time. Do I make myself clear?"

Punctuating his threat, he summoned a Gaster Blaster to his side, the size reaching up to his height while sitting on the couch. It's eerie piercing stare held onto Mettaton's in a silent threat, small wisps of smoke emitting from its jaws which had opened briefly to expose a glowing blue light from inside.

The robot nodded stiffly, "I'd never dream of hurting your brother, nor would I want to use him to climb a social ladder. He means a lot to me."

Not a moment too soon, the tea kettle let out a shrill cry, before the sound of water pouring made itself heard. Sans let his flickering gaze return to normal and with a wave of his hand the Gaster Blaster disappeared as if it was never there.

"Good. Then I guess it's fine. But if you ever make him cry-"

"I know, I know." The robot chimed in sending a soft, hopeful smile.

The human and skeleton pair walked in with a cup in each hand and a smile on both on their faces.

Handing a steaming cup to Sans, Frisk settled down beside him looking happily at the robot and elder skeleton before noting the tense atmosphere had substantially dropped.

"So, what did we miss?"

"Nothing much, babe. We just had a little chat. Now, what was the news you two had dropped by for?" Sans addressed the smiling couple that were happily drinking their tea and basking in each other's presence.

Papyrus looked to his love for support. Mettaton silently grasped his hand, sending him all his love and affection. Papyrus blushed and cleared his voice before turning back to the other couple.

"The Great Papyrus and The Fabulous Mettaton are.. how do you put it? An item!" He announced jovially.

Frisk was the first to react as she squealed in delight, jumping from her seat, nearly spilling what was left of her tea on the floor. Sans used his magic to catch the cup before it was too late, while Frisk jumped into the awaiting arms of her two friends.

"Oh my gosh, how did it happen? When, where? Oh you two are so adorable together! I had suspected for a while ever since you guys danced together, but now it's real!" She shouted in her excitement, squirming in their hold in excitement.

Papyrus blushed a bright orange before turning to Mettaton who was giving her an award winning smile and a hearty laugh.

"All in due time, darling." He appeased the happy human.

Sans smiled lightly, taking in his brother's expression as they spent the rest of the evening chatting about the future and what was going on in the new couples' lives. He would accept the two dating, so long as Mettaton kept to his word. His brother deserved nothing but the best, the utmost happiness, and if he found that in the tin can he wouldn't argue. He let a small smile slip as he watched Papyrus nuzzle the robot's fluffy hair when he thought no one was looking.

Yes, so long as they're happy..