Summary: Dust gives Horror a birthday surprise.

(Warning: This story contains mild swearing and suggestive behavior.)

Horror had been dreaming peacefully - or as peacefully as he could while having a dream about food - when a click followed by a loud squeak stirred him from his slumber. His mind slowly pulled away from the visions of a freshly cooked chicken as he groggily pried open his eye sockets.

At first glance, nothing appeared out of the ordinary in the hazy darkness of his bedroom. However, after performing a cursory sweep a second time, his swollen red eyelight landed on something he hadn't noticed before: a short blurry figure standing in his open doorway. He blinked. Then repeated the action several more times until his vision cleared enough to make out the person encroaching on his space.

They were a skeleton monster with striking dual-colored eyelights, garbed in a dull blue hoodie, black shorts, and a tattered red scarf.

"...D'st?" The broken-skulled skeleton slurred.

His boyfriend chuckled, stepping into the room and letting the door fall shut behind him.

"Morning, big guy." Dust purred, approaching the end of the bed with a playful twinkle in his eye sockets. "I've got a surprise for you."

Horror's brows pinched together.

He muttered, confused, "You... do?"

A sultry smirk crept its way up the hoodie-clad murderer's jaws. In a flash, he yanked the sheets off the top of Horror, letting them pool on the floor before crawling over him. The broken-skulled skeleton blushed and firmly placed his hands on the other's hips to steady his boyfriend as he straddled his waist.

"Yup, and I'm certain it's a surprise you'll enjoy." Dust chimed and leaned back, staring down at him proudly.

Horror almost asked him what the surprise was when the hoodie-clad murderer began fiddling with his inventory. Though, he shortly discovered the answer as his boyfriend declared, "I made cake!" while taking a plate out of his inventory. All the while, holding it at an angle so he could see it.

Horror stared at the white ceramic dish; Sat atop it laid a near petrified, unfrosted chocolate cake with the words "Happy Birthday" poorly piped across the top in blood-red icing.

"It's... beautiful." He murmured.

Dust shrugged. "It's a piece of shit, but thanks."