I Like Bad Guys? (I'm A Bad Person)

VBRP [10]: Sans, take off your clothes

Killer hated it.

No, he loathes it.

He loathes that smell of sunshine and grass that is currently enveloping around Sans, it was too much out of it and doesn't suit the other at all.

Killer glance at Sans who was now currently walking into the elevator with him. He looks over at the other's clothes, it clearly not being Sans own.

He gritted his teeth, hands tightening together. He swears if Sans doesn't took off those clothes any faster he will fucking snap.

Instincts are sometimes a good thing he guess.

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Sans felt eyes bore onto his back as he entered the elevator, he click his floor number while also clicking Killer's floor number as well.

...

"So- what the-"

He was suddenly press against the wall Killer looking at him with pure malice in his empty eyes.

'Well fuck'

The other didn't say a word on looking at him directly in the eye as though he was cornering his prey into submission.

"Uhmm... Killer- mmhmp." Sans eye sockets widened as he felt Killer roughly kissed him.

The other was by no means gentle, already going as far as putting a hand up his shirt to which Sans squeak at getting Killer just enough opening to put his tongue inside Sans mouth.

The other's tongue explored every crook in Sans mouth, their tongues overlapping with Sans and massaging it gently despite how the other actually initiated the kiss in the first place. He felt something lick the top of his mouth no not just once many times actually making Sans let out a surprise moan into the kiss.

The hand up his shirt made it's way to his spine. The other tracing over his vertebrae making a shiver run up his spine.

Once he finally was able to get his strength together, Sans push Killer away from him.

Sans put a hand on his mouth, heat rising unto his cheeks as his mind was in total shock.

'Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhattheactualfu-'

The elevator dings stopping at Killer's floor breaking Sans out of his thoughts.

Without another word, Killer roughly took his wrist and drag him out of the elevator.

"Uhmm... this is not my-"

"Just follow me." Killer stated tugging him closer and walking off to who knows where.

Deciding to just stay quite Sans followed the other.

'Where is he taking me? Well this is his floor so-'

They stop in front of a door, Killer getting a card from his pocket and opening the door leading to a giant bedroom.

'Oh, Oh no.'

Killer dragged him into his room, clicking the door shut behind him then opening the door once again to put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door knob before locking it closed.

'Oh no!?'

Killer turned to him and with a straight expression said.

"Sans, take off your clothes."

If Sans was drinking something he would have done a spit-take because holy fuck that was too direct.

Sans cleared his throat. "Y-you're joking, right?"