Holy tired, I wrote a thing!!!
I lost track of time cause I got bit by a writing bug, but I thought I’d share it since I’m not for certain it’s going anywhere <<’ It’s Kedgeup with implied Redpuff, and it’s a mess cause I’m rusty at writing TwT
“More and more I find it hard to believe that these weak imbeciles are the original source of our existence!” Edge grumbled as he finished applying a wrap around the crack in Sans’s skull.
“If I didn’t have the threat of that even wimpier me and my own brother getting on my case about it I would have just let that beast kill you, I swear!”
Sans stayed in his silent coma, lying face up on the couch and breathing softly.
“… Cheh.” Edge scoffed. “I might as well see where else the mutt might have got you while I’m at this.” Recalling that Ice Wolf had been standing on Sans’s chest in the midst of choking the smaller skeleton to death.
Using more care than he particularly liked he unzipped and pushed aside the faded blue hoodie to check around his neck, finding the beginnings of bruises.
“Typical,” Edge said as he examined the areas around Sans’s collar and vertebrae. “Not even a crack, like the lazy bastard never had to fight a day in his life” He muttered as he tugged up the shirt and checked his ribs for any cracks
His eyes widened a fraction when the fell upon a rather large looking scar that went from the upper right and extended down to his lowermost rib, as if someone with a knife or a sword had tried chopping him in half.
It was faded as well, like it was a pretty old wound.
“Well color me shocked, you have battle scars after all.” Edge said, reaching out to trace his bare fingers along the crack without really thinking about what he was doing.
Clarity came back to him when Sans made a small whimpering noise like his touch was somehow made of fire and Edge drew his hand back. “What the hell am I doing?!” He stood up and looked around the room to occupy his mind with. “Oh, he’s probably going to want tea or something when he wakes up, yes of course!” He quickly left the room and loudly clamored about the kitchen trying to drown out any further thought about how… intoxicating that noise was- no no, it’s time for tea dammit!
The first thing Sans noticed when he opened his eyes was the stabbing pain in the right side of his skull and the bandage wrapped there as he put up a hand to touch it. Second was that he was no longer outside in the snow being hounded by that deadly wolf but on a worn red sofa and nearby from another room there was a clanging like someone was either just being loud about their business or were purposefully just banging two pots together.
This was the house that belonged to Red and Edge, that much he knew for certain.
And since he was acutely aware of just where Red was currently… that left the younger bro.
Sure enough Edge stepped out of the kitchen carrying a small tray and nearly dropped it when he realized Sans was sitting upright. “O-oh great, it’s about time you woke up!” He snapped as he walked over and sat the tray down on the coffee table in front of him. “Hurry up and drink that so you’ll heal and be out of my sight faster!”
“pleasure to see you too, Edge.” Sans replied, taking a cup and blowing on it before sipping.
‘he even waits to drink hot tea?! the proper etiquette is to drink it while it’s boiling hot that’s common sense!’ Edge kept his jaw shut about his inner rant and instead sat down forcefully on the couch next to him.
“nah, really though. I owe you one, that guy was looking to see me dusted…” Sans paused and looked up at Edge. “…you ah, didn’t kill him, did you?”
Edge chortled like he’d heard the funniest joke. “What, waste my precious energy on such non-experience lowlife? No, I just reminded him who’s in charge of this area and took a bit of his ear as a trophy.”
Sans blanched, ignoring the thought of this world’s Papyrus as being some sick ear collector and gulped his drink down quickly.
“Why the hell are you here anyway?”
Sans looked down at his empty tea cup and sighed. Now that his ire had settled he wasn’t sure why he was even here.. but he figured Edge had a right to know since this kind of situation could lead down some dangerous roads, so he told Edge what he’d heard from accidentally listening outside his brother’s open window.
Edge’s expression was… a torn one to say the least, like a clash of disbelief meets shock in a war for dominance, it was almost comical and Sans had to hold himself back from laughing.
“Are- are you fucking kidding me- Sans is- your brother and mine are- that’s so- ughh!” Edge had both his hands over his head like it was going to blow up on him. “Of all the wimpy creatures he could have bedded, a table would have been a better choice!”
“hey wait a minute, that’s just a bit too harsh bud.” Sans frowned.
Edge took a deep breath and exhaled a few times before he spoke again. “I refuse to take back the fact that both you and your brother are the wimpiest monsters I’ve had the displeasure of meeting, but I…” Deep sigh. “I suppose the other me is a more apt choice than furniture.”
Sans rolled his orbs. That apology could use polish, but this was a place where apologizes were served cold so he guessed it was alright. “thanks, though it does make me wonder why you decided to patch me up instead of throwing me in the shed or something if i’m such a bother.”
Edge stammered a bit, eyes darting to the tv remote like he wanted to suddenly drown out their conversation, but he stayed firm. “Don’t be absurd, I’m not some kind of total brute that I’d leave you in such a state, I do harbor some hope that you and that other so-called me will learn a thing or two from your better selves, and what good would it do to let you die and defeat that purpose?!”
Sans chuckled, pouring himself another cup as he ranted. True in a lot of ways he rationalized things much like Papyrus, but it was in moments like this that Sans could spot the differences about him that made him less like his bro and more like another skeleton that just happened to be similar… so much so that Sans had to remind himself that even if he did try to look at it that way, it didn’t mean the taller would ever consider him to be anything different…
On some level, it made him sad.
“Besides,” Edge continued ranting. “I may only have to refresh you on the perks of battle savvy as your giant scar is quite the indicator that you have some idea.”
Sans dropped his tea to the floor with a clatter.
“You’d better have plans to clean that up, I just vacuumed!”
Sans looked up at the tall skeleton with eye-lights so pin-pricked it was hard to tell if they were still there. “you…you saw the scar, the one on my..” Sans gestured to his chest.
“Of course, I had to make sure that beast didn’t break anything else.” Edge said, seemingly missing the fact that Sans was sweating and close to rattles. “It looked quite old, but you reacted to me touching it like it was still fresh.”
Sans suddenly became acutely aware of every noise around him like the room was going to pop. “you… you touched it?” he asked in a small voice.
Edge wasn’t sure what got the small skeleton so worked up over the scar, but he did notice after mentioning he’d touched it that a rather pluming shade of blue took over his face, and Edge had to stop himself from laughing too hard lest he fall off the sofa.
“Just to see if it was damaged any further, why are you so agitated by this? Does your brother know about your scar?”
As he said this he also noticed the blue faced skeleton glancing down at his abdomen and gesturing as if to touch it before stopping himself but stopped last second. “i… no. no he doesn’t.”
Edge hadn’t expected that same flushing skeleton to look back up at him with such dead seriousness as he continued speaking “..and i’d prefer it stay that way.”
There was a cut in his voice that made it seem like he meant business, that this wasn’t something that could be backed off on, a near demanding that… quite frankly Edge found to be admirable.
In ways like this he was showing he wasn’t just some doppelganger of his brother, but a skeleton with a life that was so vastly different from his own that it might as well be someone who just happened to only slightly resemble his brother.
Not to mention his brother was not the ‘demanding’ type.. at least not to him anyway, and such bravado coming from someone so much shorter and less experienced in combat than he…
Edge grinned. “Of course, I won’t breathe a word of it… though now I am curious as to why this is so important that your own brother never know of it’s existence.”
Sans looked down at the fallen tea. “it’s better that i not say… not the kind of can of worms i feel up to talking about.”
“How about something else then?” Edge scooted closer to Sans, noticing that the blue was slowly coming back as he did. “Like how interesting it is the noises you make when you’re asleep?”
The blush got fuller and Sans scooted further down the sofa, oh this was getting fun!
Edge moved closer still as Sans made contact with the arm of the couch and seemed rooted on the spot. “The kind that make me want to run my hands down your bones just to hear you make them again.” He bumped against Sans as he cornered the flustered blue skeleton. “Does that kind of discussion sound worthy to you?”
Sans was grasping at straws in his mind, fishing for anything to say about the sudden advances from the taller skeleton.
What does one say anyway, his face certainly wasn’t helping, he could feel his own blush literally eating his whole face so there was definitely no denying this conversation was putting him on the spot.
Even when that spot was just a small corner of couch where he was bumping a leg with the one who teased him into this situation
And did he have to do that while looking at him with his smile in such a devilish way? He tried not to stare at his teeth too hard, biting back a quick wonderment at what they felt like. Why did that matter?
“i…i uh, y-you’re taking quite a bit of room on the couch, pal.” Sans finally said back to him.
Edge only chuckled in response though, a reddish color splashing his cheeks- no that’s not helping!
He was for sure he didn’t want this happening, but if that were the case then why didn’t he push back when Edge leaned in, close enough that he could feel the warm breath against his face?
“How many more noises would you make while conscious I wonder?”
He sure as hell was certain this isn’t what he came here for, but if that too were true then why did he let those sharpened teeth press against his neck? Why did he only moan out weak protest as they nibbled and glided from there to his teeth and press into it?
His soul beat quickened as Edge moved further up onto the couch, fingers caressing his ribs through his shirt while a deep red tongue slithered out to meet his teeth, leaving a trail of tingly magic there that made Sans whimper and take in a sharp breath of air.
Really, if this action was so unwanted then how come he let that red tongue slither past his teeth while he conjured his own tongue to meet him, while adjusting his position on the couch, his slippers sliding off as he settled down in such a way that he was straddling Edge’s legs from where he lie against the arm of the couch, teeth clanking as Edge’s hands wandered up and under his shirt, rubbing each rib.
“Like that,” Edge said, pulling back from their kiss. “Those are some wonderful sounds.” He grinned wickedly. “Let’s make them louder.”
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