Apollo sighed, stretching out the tense muscles in his back, groaning in response. It's been a rough trial this time around.
When Mr. Wright had hinted at him having a bad time with this case, followed by a soft chuckle, he didn't know what he meant at the time.
But as soon as he saw his client in detention, ready to be asked questions regarding the murder of his dear brother, Papyrus, he immediately understood.
His client, Mr. Sans Undertale, was...
Attractive. To say the least. Mr. Wright must have known, with his suggestive eyebrow wiggle when Apollo's breath hitched the moment their eyes/sockets met. He planned this, didn't he?
Therefore, during the trial, Apollo just couldn't stop his eyes from drifting over to that luscious skeleton in the defendant's seat. The way his bones curved. The way his pupils shined...
Even Mr. Gavin, behind the prosecution's desk, looked suspicious at his distracted defense.
Thankfully, despite the rather tempting distraction, Apollo managed to find Mr. Undertale not guilty. Apparently it was this bitch named Frisk who killed his brother. While Sans looked relieved to be off the hook, Apollo could see the absolute rage behind his eyes, a faint synth tune playing the background.
"Wow, Herr Forehead, brilliant as always!" Klavier had purred as he walked up to the defense. "How about you and me get dinner to celebr--"
"Shut the fuck up, Gavin." Apollo said, brushing past the rockstar and marching off towards his fuming client.
His duty was towards his client's best interests, of course...
Mr. Undertale was in the defense lobby, tapping his pink slippers against the hard wood rather impatiently, though a harsh boney smile was ever present on his face.
Apollo hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was wanted, before clearing his throat and saying in what could be his softest tone of voice, "....Mr. Undertale?"
Despite his efforts, Sans still jumped up in surprise, his bones rattling together in the process.
"oh." Sans had beeped out in comic sans. His eyes immediately softened. His left eye, which was startlingly a bright teal, faded back to it's delicate white. The Bone Man sighed through his teeth. "mr. justice.... thank you again for saving me. it means a lot."
Apollo couldn't help but smile, though his heart cried out. While Mr. Undertale was certainly not lying, as far as his bracelet could tell. He didn't need to be Athena to tell there were more complicated emotions behind that statement. Especially by the way his client's bony fingers shoved it's way deeper into his hoodie pockets.
"It was nothing!" Apollo grinned sheepishly, playing with his gelled bangs between his fingers, feeling his cheeks grow warm. "I knew you were innocent from the start, Mr. Undertale!"
Sans had then stared at him for a moment, and Apollo felt himself grow uncomfortable under the gaze. What was going on through that skull of his?
Somehow, Mr. Undertale's smile seemed to deepen as he tilted his skull down slightly. "y'know... just 'sans' is fine..."
Apollo, for the second time in front of this skeleton, felt his breath hitch. "R-Really?! Is that fine by you, Mr-- I mean, Sans?!"
Sans didn't seem to mind his rather subconscious use of his chords of steel, thankfully. Instead he nodded, his grin still present. Though now his sockets were lidded. "though... i won't be able to pay you much in cash.... i do know one way i can repay you..."
Apollo blinked, feeling himself confused over the offer. "Eh... What exactly did you have in mind?"
Sans seemed to take as the go ahead as he grabbed Apollo's wrist and pulled him off somewhere, Apollo giving out a surprised yelp in the process.
Before Apollo knew it, he was being pushed into one of the janitor's closets in the court house.
Or was he?
Everything within his vision was pitch black, but he felt a pair of boney teeth passionately press against his lips. Apollo let out a muffled cry of surprise.
8-bit synth music played threateningly in the background as the two pulled apart. Apollo blinked his eyes rapidly, but all he could see in the darkness was a bright, glowing, teal pupil.
"Oh my god." Was all Apollo could muster.
"you're gonna have a bad time, babe." Said Sans' speech bubble.
Before Apollo could truly grasp how weird this was, Sans pulled him into another kiss. Apollo sighed into it, feeling himself giving up in trying to understand what was going anymore. He knew wasn't going to be the top in this situation.
Just as he gave up, letting that sweet piece of calcium pile takeover, he felt Sans tug at the brim of his pants, then at his belt.
Apollo hummed, deciding to help him speed the process because why the fuck not, y'know?
Soon them sweet snow globes were exposed. Apollo waited in anticipation for that sweet, fat, ectocock he heard so much about on deviantart, but ectocock he did not find.
Instead what he felt against his ass was thankfully hard. But not that dick.
It was an actual fucking bone.
Apollo sighed, long and hard, like the dick he was supposed to have in his ass right now.
"Whatever. I wasn't getting laid anytime soon."
Klavier cried in the distance.
It was over as soon as it started. Like this was rated PG-13 or some shit. In fact, it was over in the blink in the eye.
Suddenly, Apollo found himself buckling back up his belt, with a thoroughly satisfied Sans Undertale walking out the courthouse doors, probably off to kill Frisk or something idk.
Apollo walked out of the courthouse as well- actually, more like limped. When he got out, he was met with the sight of a dangerously yellow minivan pulled up at front. Athena in the driver's seat as she yelled, "Hop in, slut!"
Apollo sighed again for the umpteenth time, climbing in through the backseat to a smiling Mr. Wright. Athena quickly put on her wii music remix bops. Trucy wiggled along like she was a minecraft parrot.
"So," his boss started casually. "How was the trial, Apollo?"
"What the actual fuck, Mr. Wright."
Athena dabbed.
The End.
