My Brother’s Little Red Book [Fellcest] [1/?]
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Rating: E Relationship: UF!Papyrus/UF!Sans [Fellcest] Chapter Wordcount: 2568 Summary: Sans was always careful to make sure his brother didnt see him in heat, so its particularly awkward when, this time, Papyrus sees everything. Good thing Papyrus is prepared to take care of him no matter what the trouble. Chapter Index: [ x ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ AO3 Link ]
As embarrassing as it was for Papyrus to comment on Sans’s heat at all, Sans could now admit that his brother had been right all along when he kept telling Sans to keep track of the cycle with a calendar.
Why should Papyrus even know something like that. He’d been lucky enough to not have to deal with heats. But then, Papyrus was knowledgeable in a lot of areas, and always seemed to come up with clever, organized solutions. Just one of the many reasons he was such an impressive monster.
More to the point, not listening to Papyrus’s advice in this case had lead to Sans having no idea when his next heat would start—only the forbidding certainty that it would be sometime soon. It was like seeing dark clouds gather in the distance, not knowing the wind speed and how quickly they would bring the storm upon him.
If the ‘storm’ was being irrepressibly, unbearably horny.
So while Papyrus chose the tape for their weekly movie night with a grand flourish, Sans couldn’t even pay attention to the title as his leg jiggled on the couch and he stared at an ugly dark spot in the popcorn ceiling, thinking about when he’d start being in danger of stinking up the place and how many snacks he needed to hoard in his bedroom while he locked himself away to suffer his heat alone.
“Pay attention, brother,” Papyrus said as he took his place on the couch next to him, “this movie was quite popular when it first came out, I hear. It would be beneficial to study it closely.”
His brother shifted in place as he settled, fishing the remote out from where it had fallen between the cushions. In doing so, he leaned into Sans’s side. Once he had the remote in hand and pressed play, he didn’t move back into his original spot, ending up pressed close against Sans.
Sans didn’t like to disappoint the Boss even on the more inane things he insisted on, but this one could probably slide. He let the movie shift out of focus as he mulled over all the things he would have to make sure were done before he barricaded himself in his room for the cycle. A sudden embarrassing thought that his heat could start as soon as tonight, while Papyrus was leaning against him...that his brother would smell it...
Sans subtly scooted himself down the cushion, away from contact with his brother. If he started to feel hot, he’d have to just call it early for the night and excuse himself. Papyrus hadn’t seen him during his heat yet, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.
...this side of the couch wasn’t as cozy, though.
His brother most definitely took notice as Sans backed away from him, his eyelights darting away from the screen and at the new position Sans had made for himself. There was a slight tightening of his expression at that, probably displeased with how Sans’s fidgeting was distracting him from the movie. He didn’t say anything though, instead letting his arm fall back and rest against the back of the couch and redirecting his gaze to the screen again.
The opening scenes of the movie passed without much of anything, though Sans could see Papyrus repeatedly looking his way. He wasn’t sure if his brother was waiting for him to pass some sort of remark on what they were watching but it made the atmosphere shift from what should have been the usual movie night to something tenser. So, when Papyrus cleared his throat, the noise seemed almost too loud in the wordless silence between them.
“It’s interesting how the protagonists have known each other for years but don’t yet realise that they’re meant for each other, isn’t it?” He said, looking back at Sans expectantly.
Sans looked at the screen and tried to glean something from all he’d missed.
“It’s...interesting that they’re both blonde humans, I’ve heard that’s a pretty rare subspecies.” Sans snorted. “Makes ‘em look related.”
His brother frowned, looking displeased with the answer he’d gotten. He shifted in his seat, readjusting himself until he was leaning forward with both elbows resting against his femurs.
“Skeletons are a rare subspecies as well,” he mumbled, “perhaps we have more in common with them than is immediately apparent.”
With that said, Papyrus descended into a moody silence, somehow making the room feel even tenser than before. It was an uncomfortable handful of minutes before his brother gave a small sigh and relaxed his posture again, leaning back against the couch. His face still had his ever-present scowl on it but he didn’t seem as upset as he had moments ago.
The movie continued on in a predictable pattern, extremely different from the usual sort of films Papyrus tended to prefer. There was a distinct lack of on-screen battles and almost no car chases at all. He wasn’t sure the singular scene they were watching with the male lead getting in a taxi to follow after his love interest really counted either.
“This is quite a powerful part,” his brother commented as the taxi on screen flew down the street, “shows you that even though the leads may argue a lot, they really do care for each other.”
Papyrus was really serious about making Sans pay attention, wasn’t he? Sans tried to think up another answer while he wondered if he was actually starting to smell, or if he was being paranoid and it was just the sock still sitting in the corner.
“Yeah, that one...seems to care about the other one more than they hate airports,” Sans observed as the lead bowled through human security to shout to the love interest.
“That’s what good relationships are founded on. Affection for each other and forgiveness for minor grievances. The...the humans clearly love each other very much.”
“Sure, I mean, when you put it like that you could be talking about a lot of kinds of relationships.” Sans tried to surreptitiously sniff his jacket.
“If I was talking about relationships other than the romantic types, I would’ve said as much.” Papyrus snapped, seeming irrationally irritated by Sans’s innocuous observation.
Affection and forgiveness for minor grievances, though, Sans was fairly certain that described the two of them. It was possible a disarming statement like that could’ve baffled Papyrus out of annoyance, but...saying something like that out loud to his brother when he might be coming into heat felt like the height of awkwardness. Sans just shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on the ending of the movie so he could answer whatever other quiz questions Papyrus was going to shoot at him.
The finale was just as easy to anticipate as the rest of the film had been. The humans had a tearful reunion with a frankly extraneous amount of sloppy kissing, and they returned home together, hand-in-hand. A quick look Papyrus’s way gave no insight as to how his brother was feeling about the display, and it didn’t seem like he was about to interrupt with yet another strange observation about the proceedings. He did, however, seem to perk up when the movie cut to an epilogue at the end, showing the couple enjoying their very first anniversary together.
They were dolled up and in an expensive looking restaurant, smiling and laughing with each other. There was an absurd amount of food on the table in front of them, far too much for the two small, wan creatures that they were. They gazed into each other’s eyes as they proclaimed their everlasting love for each other. The whole thing was very saccharine and kind of… boring as a whole.
Papyrus seemed entranced though, his eyelights never looking away for even a moment. It was only when the credits finally rolled that his brother’s intense focus seemed interrupted, and he picked up the remote with a considering look. It wasn’t obvious what he was debating, but he flicked the VCR off and stood up to do the same for the TV.
As he did so, he spoke: “It seems about time for dinner now. We should wash up.”
That sounded like a hint. Sans trudged to the bathroom, but he took another whiff of his sleeve partway there. Had Papyrus smelled something? Sans didn’t feel hot yet. After a slightly extended version of his usual ablutions, more out of paranoia than anything, Sans entered the kitchen.
And took one step back.
Papyrus had gone a bit beyond his usual exuberance. That movie must have really been an inspiration to him, because there was a meal good for at least five monsters spread on the table, and even though the ingredients weren’t as fancy, it was clear that some of it had been arranged to look like the movie. Without access to cocktail shrimp, Papyrus had filled two glasses full of ketchup and arranged curved peppers hanging around the rims.
“You uh, expecting guests tonight, Boss?”
“No?” Papyrus said, the quip going completely over his head, “it’s just the two of us. As per usual.”
His brother was still standing, putting napkins by their plates. After that, he turned around and picked up a candelabra that Sans had never seen before and placed it at the center of their table. He lit the candles on it and took his seat, all in one smooth motion.
“Take a seat, brother.”
Sans did so hesitantly, wondering how many leftovers they’d end up with. But then, it did seem promising for the hoarding he’d need for his little heat getaway. He raised one of the ketchup glasses in a toast similar to the one in the final scene of the movie.
“Cheers?”
Papyrus’s frown actually relaxed fractionally at that, so Sans must’ve been doing something right. His brother picked up his own glass, though this one seemed to simply be filled with water, and copied the motion, “Cheers.”
He reached out with his glass to clink together with Sans’s, his long arms easily making it over the food laid out in front of them. Papyrus pulled back with a smile before raising the glass back up to his mouth and taking a sip, still watching Sans from across the table. It was vaguely disconcerting the way he kept looking, actually. Like he was waiting for something to happen.
“So, Sans,” Papyrus started as he put his drink back down on the table, “How was your day?”
“Uh...” Papyrus had been there for at least half of it. “Watched a movie with my bro, learned about the similarities between humans and skeletons.” Sans lapped up a row of peppers like salt from a martini glass and took a swig of ketchup to wash them down. He gave a cough a second later. Either he was getting less tolerant, or these were hotter than he remembered.
There was that frown again. “I’m serious, Sans.”
Papyrus reached for another napkin and pushed it Sans’s way as he coughed, watching him with concern. He poured another glass of water out too, holding it out towards him with a pointed look. “We hardly ever just...talk.”
Sans tipped the water into the ketchup to dilute it a little, taking another drink.
“Oh...yeah?”
“‘Yeah’ ,” His brother parroted back at him, features scrunched up in disgust at the display. Though, even through the annoyance, there was something hesitant in his tone before he continued, “How...how have you been feeling lately?”
Sans hacked, some ketchup dribbling down his chin that he quickly wiped over with the napkin. Papyrus wasn’t a big fan of seeing his food from Sans twice.
“I’m...feeling...”
Sans’s first inclination would be to turn it into a joke, but that wasn’t getting a great reception tonight. But as for an honest answer, Sans wasn’t sure he had one.
“I’m feeling...grateful for your extra cooking lessons?”
Papyrus blinked at him, “You… haven’t even touched anything but the ketchup.”
Sans looked down at the spread, feeling confused. Papyrus was the one acting weird, wasn’t he? Had he ever asked Sans to tell him how he was feeling? How were you supposed to answer?
“It looks good? I don’t...I was getting to it.”
Sans’s foot tapped as he nervously went for another dish, suddenly feeling like he couldn’t hold still. The smell of the food almost seemed to grow stronger.
His brother opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again as Sans reached out to select another item to eat. He seemed uncomfortable somehow, which was almost reassuring considering how awkward the conversation so far had been. Still, it was unlike him to have something to say and choose not to say it. Papyrus had always been the type to act before really thinking it all the way through.
The meal progressed silently, both of them filling their plates. Papyrus continued to look distracted as he ate, to the point where he held up a spoonful of mashed potatoes to his mouth and promptly forgot to actually put it in before bringing the spoon back down for more. His brother only noticed when his spoonful was suddenly heaped, and he stared at it for a moment before putting the spoon down again with a sigh.
“Sans.” Papyrus folded his arms and held his gaze, “When do you think you’ll next be free?”
Something about the question was getting Sans to sweat. Or maybe it was the food. Sans almost brought a hand up to fan himself.
“I dunno but, Boss, did you put like...a lot of spice in dinner this time?”
His brother looked affronted. “What? I assure you that I’ve made no changes to my usual recipes. Perfection cannot be improved upon, brother.”
“That’s...yeah, you’re right, Boss.” Sans squirmed a little in his seat in discomfort. “I dunno, I’m just—”
Oh fuck.
Sans stood up in his seat abruptly.
“Sorry Boss, dinner’s really good but I guess I’m not, uh, feeling too great tonight. I’m just gonna—”
Before his brother could respond, Sans shot out of the room, only to make a U-turn and peek shyly into the kitchen again.
“....mind if I take a bunch of this to my room?”
Papyrus stared at him, mouth hanging slightly open. Sans’s request startled him out of it though, and he looked out at the food in front of him before glancing back up at Sans. His brother dragged a hand down his face, looking incredibly tired.
“Go ahead.” He said, flat.
Sans used the tablecloth to wrap up a sizeable portion in one go, sharply feeling Papyrus’s obvious disappointment despite his urgency to get to his room and hole up. Papyrus really had made a lot, and just for the two of them. For him and Sans. Feeling like a bit of a heel, Sans reached for something someone in that cheeseball movie his brother liked so much might do to smooth things out.
“Thanks Boss,” he grinned before planting a quick peck on Papyrus’s cheek. He teleported out of the room and into his before he could see Papyrus’s reaction to that, already feeling a tight embarrassment bloom in his soul. When he landed on his dirty mattress, he had a thought that he really, really shouldn’t have mixed the beginning of his heat with a sweet familial gesture, because his face was burning and tingling in a very disturbing way.