Complete opposites

You are way kinder than you think

Sans was busy in the kitchen, preparing some tea. He could hear some noises in the living room, followed by a curse. He couldn't help but smile softly. Today, the session was taking place in his own house, by Red's request. He had wanted a small change of scenery, trying to got out of his comfort zone. That was a great improvement from him. Red seemed to feel...better? Happier was certain, and the doctor Friskful wasn't a stranger to that. Red had a hard time accepting her, but he knew that it was for the best. She came to their last session, making him nervous at the beginning, but he quickly forgot her to focus only on Sans. He too, noticed that Sans seemed happier than ever. It was probably linked to the fact that Papyrus spent an entire week doting on him, and talking. Red could still recall the fury in Sans' eyelights when his brother and Red told him what happened between them. But anger had been quickly replaced by sadness and guilt when he saw how sad Papyrus was, having sank onto his knees and crying, beging his brother to forgive him. Sans hadn't know whereto go to hide nor what to do. He just hugged Papyrus tightly, not realising he has been crying until he felt water dripping down his cheekbones. They cried for a while, hugging each other close in the middle of  their living room, so much time that Red almost left, until he felt the gentle tug at his Soul, meaning that someone prevented him from doing so with magic. Red waited nervously until Sans got up and walked to him. He had expected Sans to yell at him, to slap him, or just to be mean. He had expected all those outcomes. Not to be hugged tightly by Sans, still trembling a little. And certainly not the shy little kiss on his cheekbone. That...left him giddy, but also nervous. It wouldn't be the first time that someone ever tried to get 'intimate' with him just to manipulate him. And he didn't know if Sans would do the same. Was he doing this to get closer to him just to help him faster? Was he even genuine? Red was immensely confused, but... that didn't mean he didn't like it and that certainly didn't mean that he wasn't attracted to the smaller skeleton.

Sans, on the other hand, got distracted from his task by that precise memory, making his face heating up. What had he been thinking?! Doing something like that! Hugging Red...kissing him on the cheek... He was his therapist, for Asgore's sake! It was unethical! And that wasn't the worst... No, the worst thing was that... he liked it. It felt natural to him. He has to stop himself, to keep their relationship profesionnal. He was already in deep, profesionally speaking, but also emotionally speaking. He was broken, and he knew it, they both knew it. He had trust issues, but not in the way people usually thought: he trusted people close to him really fast. A part in him was whispering that it was because he was craving attention,care and love,  that he needed someone to help him, to anchor him. And that part was telling him to succumb to this feeling, to let Red rapt his Soul, body and mind. But the other part was telling him to stop, that if he let himself fall for Red, and if it was even reciprocate, it would be the last hit that would trigger his downfall. And he didn't need that at all. He didn't know what to do, what to choose: to let himself fall into love or to save his career? Well, what was left of his career at least. He sighed, gazing into the distance.

Even if he decided to let himself fall, condemning his career, there was no garantee that Red felt the same. They somewhat got along, but Sans wasn't stupid: It was because of their conditions. They stumbled into each other's life because of these problems. 'Of course. You can't possibly believe that under other circumstances, Red could like you. Hell, I'm sure that you're just a nuisance for him.' Sans frowned, closing his eyes. 'Just shut up.' 'Why? Is it because the Truth is too painful to handle? That you're just a waste of space, that no one could ever like someone like you? You're broken beyond repair. And that's not his case. While he will slowly heal, learn to quelle his episodes, you will still be there.' Sans tried to drown out the voice, not realising that Red had gone silent and was staring at him from the entrance of the kitchen. 'Ah! Look at you! Trembling at just the prospect of even telling him! And honestly, why would someone as strong as Red would want to be with someone who is hesitating between love and work? You're worthless, and you know it. So wh-' "Sans?" Sans jumped slightly, not having expected the voice to be so close to him. He turned back to Red who was staring at him with a quizzical look. Sans attempted a smile, that he knew wasn't true. "Red! Ah sorry, I got distracted, I'm coming rig-" Sans gasped as he was pulled into a tight embrace. He couldn't move, Red was way stronger than he let on, in addition to be way taller than Sans. Why was Red doing that? Was he pitying him? Sans greeted his teeth just by thinking about this possibility. He hated being pitied on, so Red better no- His Soul skipped a beat when he felt one of Red's hand on the back of his skull, making him blush immensely. What was he thinking about again?

"...It's okay, Sans. I know how it feels. Sometimes, the voices are way too loud, and they drown everything around , huh?" "...R-Red?" "Hmm?" "Wh-Wat are you d-doing?" Red smiled, tilting Sans head up by seizing his chin. "Helping ya focus. Helping ya drown that star-damned voice." "...Wh-why? is it because I'm trying to help you? You don't have to repay me." Red smirked at him, chucckling softly. "It's not that. I WANT to help you, that's all. There was nothing forcing ya ta help me after our first meeting, yet ya did. And I'm prettu sure it wasn't from professional consciousness. And there is nothing forcing me ta help ya. I just want ta. Ya're a good monster, and I like ya. So I'm not about to let ya alone in this. But if that upset ya, then let's just say that we are helping each other." Sans didn't say anything, just returned the hug, trembling a little. He hold back the tears as much as he could. Heh... Was he that desperate for care and attention that he was ready to hold onto a total stranger? No. Red wasn't a stranger anymore. True, there was things he still didn't know, but it was normal. There was still time, after all.

After a while, Red pulled away, still smiling. "Better?" "...Y-Yes, I...I do...Th-Thank you." Red looked at him, before kissing his forehead. "Anytime, Swwetheart." Red turned toward the living room, hoping his blush wasn't too oblivious. Sans stared at where Red had been, slowly putting his hand over the spot that Red had kissed. Suddenly, he put both his hands over his mouth, eyelights widdening and a blue blush spreading fiercely over his whole face. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay this way? 

2 hours later...

"...The doctor Friskful and I are agreeing on this: You're doing great. We still don't think that we would be able to cure your problem, but we may be able to quell it enough that it won't bother you anymore. Alright?" "Yeah." "Great. Got any questions?" "I have one, indeed." Sans sat up straighter than before, putting his hands over his lap. "What is it?" "Got any days when ya're available for a date." Sans choked quietly, but loud enough for Red to notice, making him smirk. "What? Don't tell me no one ever asked you on a date before?" Sans sputtered, trying to hide his growing blush, in vain. "...First of all, you're my patient and I'm your therapist. This is unethical, and even forbidden. Second..." Sans softly grabbed his arms, looking away. "...No, no one ever asked me on a date before." Red stared at him, not believing what he just heard. He was about to say something when he received a text from his brother. "Sorry, time's up for me." He got up at the same time as Sans, who opened his door for Red. The latter looked back at him, a seductive smile on his face."Besides, that's great if I'm yer patient: it means that we could play at the 'doctor game' together~..." Sans blushed again, pinching his nasale bone while shaking his head. "But if that bothers ya that much, then I'll wait for ya. I'll wait until we're on equal foot. I'll be rooting for ya, Sweetheart." Red ported back to his home, leaving a confused Sans behind. Sans stayed like that for a moment, before closing his door, and sliding against it, a small and giddy smile on his face, almost giggling like a teenager. He really couldn't help himself, could he?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well! Good news: I found back inspiration and motivation! I had a phase where I wasn't feeling alright, but it's kind of over now! Anyway! I hope you liked this chapter! As usual, any kind of comments are more than welcome, as long as you are polite! Well, that's all for now!  I wish you a good day/evening/day!

Edit for the sweetheart I dedicated this chapter: I know that like Sans, you have a Red for you to be there for you! ^-^