Chapter 22

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Mettaton could feel his small soul pounding against the glass that contained it. His face turned a fierce red as he tried to steady his breathing whilst the most kind and gentle monster was right beside him. Was Papyrus going to go to sleep? Did he want to talk? Did he think Mettaton was asleep? 

He took a deep breath and spoke first, getting tired of the silence between them. "I'm...so exhausted. mentally I mean." He turned his head towards the skeleton who was staring right back at him, startling the bot a little as he did not expect Papyrus to be eyeing at him. "I can only imagine.....It makes sense though. Everything leading up to this point." He reached up and cupped the other monster's face, being careful as always while he rubbed the soft cheek. "Is that why you're always so shy around me? Uh...around everyone except Alphys?" The machine nodded. "Yes. I'm...so tired of it. So tired of being the outcast that everyone wants to fuck. It's stupid and it makes me feel like I don't belong here. Like it was a mistake to ever be apart of the underground or something. I can't even live the life I want because of everyone else's attitude...." He frowned and Papyrus watched as Mettaton's eyes held so much sadness and want for a better life. A life where he felt safe to walk outside of his home without having to worry about being hunted by those who didn't understand the meaning of 'no.' 

"It's not fair for you to have to go through that."

"You know, you're the only other monster that doesn't want to immediately get in my pants...." He blushed again, causing a bit of steam to exit his body as he bravely looked into the skeleton's eyes. But Papyrus understood. He laughed a little to ease the tension. "I....understand what its like to be so different from everyone." Papyrus was going to say more until the star interrupted. 

"What makes you so different?" Mettaton stopped for a moment and quickly changed his wording once he heard his own words out loud. "Er..I mean why are you so different?" He hoped he didn't take offense to what he said. 

Paps looked around his room a few times before he spoke, lost in thought, trying to come up with something to say. "uh...well....no one ever wants to be in a serious relationship after our...sessions. I honestly don't like doing it so much. I mean I'm fired anyway but it doesn't bother me because I only joined to gain some type of title for myself but...looks like that failed. No one ever took me serious and thought of me as more of a nuisance." He sighed and frowned just like Mettaton had but it looked as if tears were going to run down his face any minute. The bot felt a sharp stab to his gut as he tried to comfort the skeleton with a hand on his side. He continued. "You're the only other person who doesn't see me that way...well I hope not." He looked away for a moment but Mettaton caught him glancing in his direction. 

"I don't. I never did. From the moment I walked into your house and met you, I knew you were different from the rest. You never made me feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry you lost that job but...fuck them." Papyrus perked up at hearing Mettaton curse again. "They don't deserve you anyway. There the ones missing out on someone amazing and kind." His face held a serious expression as he said this and he was sitting up, staring hard at the skeleton. 

Paps was kind of turned on right now but he moved the blanket over his evidence. He said nothing for a while as he watched the determination plastered on the shy being in front of him. Paps continued to stare into the bots pink bright eyes until he tugged lightly at his arm so he was laying by his side again. He chuckled and gently brushed his finger against Mettaton's full and plump lips. "Cursing doesn't suite your sweet and sexy personality." His voice was low and husky as the machine leaned towards him. "I....think you are so hot." Mettaton could have smacked himself in the face for sounding so stupid. He was just so nervous when it came to Papyrus. He didn't want to dwell on the embarrassing thought as he crashed his lips with the skeleton's.

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