Papyrus sat in his study, his face supported by a hand as he delved into deep thought. Sans was here. He was here. Papyrus had not expected to ever see him again, but he should've known better. If it were up to Sans, then he knew that would've been true, but it wasn't. He didn't have a say in anything.

And of course the Queen would've noticed how much Sans had interested him when he literally offered 500,000 G for him. Papyrus sighed. That was an elementary mistake, but he had been so desperate to have Sans under him and not that notorious Queen that he hadn't really been thinking.

Finally, he sat up, signaling for his butler to send for Sans. As much as he dreaded this encounter, he knew it had to be done. Papyrus had a lot to answer for, a lot to apologise for. And he needed Sans to understand that.

It wasn't long before the delicate skeleton was standing hesitantly in his office again. Though he seemed tense, his face betrayed no emotion.

Papyrus was still lost in his own guilty thoughts now that Sans was here that he didn't even know Sans had approached him until he was literally on top of him.

"Wha-? Sans-" Papyrus's sockets widened as Sans deftly flipped himself onto his lap, the intense expression on his face the last thing he saw before Sans was suddenly kissing him.

For a moment, Papyrus sat frozen stiff in shock as Sans closed his sockets and kissed him slowly, his hands running down to begin undoing Papyrus's belt.

Finally, Papyrus came to his senses. He pushed against Sans but he only pressed in harder, shoving his tongue into Papyrus's mouth and deepening the kiss. Papyrus gasped in surprise and moaned involuntarily, a shudder of arousal wracking his frame. But he pushed Sans again, and much more firmly this time, finally managing to hold him at arm's length.

Sans's face almost made Papyrus want to tell him to keep going. His sockets were lidded and his tongue hung out as he panted, a small line of drool already beginning to make it's way down the side of his mouth. He whined needily, his hazy eyelights glued onto Papyrus's crotch where a pink glow was already beginning to show.

But although Papyrus was tempted (oh, it would be so easy to let him), he knew Sans was faking. He could see it in how small Sans's heart-shaped eyelights had shrunk, which was a clear sign of fear. Sans didn't want this, but he was pretending he did because that's what he had learned to do. What he had been trained to do.

"Sans.." Sans's violet eyelights looked up to meet his. "I don't want this. Please.."

Sans's face went through a myriad of conflicting emotions. Confusion. Suspicion. Wariness. Fear. Finally it went back to his blank, emotionless expression.

"Of course master. I should've asked first. I assumed that's what you called me for." Papyrus almost wanted to kick himself with the irony of that statement.

Ask first? He didn't ask first when he raped Sans. And although it was horrible that he had assumed that's what Papyrus had wanted, it wasn't an unreasonable assumption, with what Sans was coupled with his last time with Papyrus.

"I-It's fine." He still felt like his whole body was thrumming with the pent up energy that Sans had aroused earlier. Swallowing, he gestured for Sans to take the seat opposite his chair.

Sans walked back around and took a seat, continuing to stare at him with an almost eerie, detached expression. It was uncanny how much control he had over his own emotions.

"Sans I.." Papyrus gulped. "I never want to do that with you again!" He suddenly cried, feeling so very vulnerable. If Sans was surprised by his sudden outburst, he didn't show it. "I-I took a DNA testing from our um, time together, last time. I know." His voice sounded choked. "You weren't lying, and I'm so sorry! I sh-shouldn't have.."

He was cut off by Sans's suddenly icy cold expression. He stared at Papyrus coolly, but there was a wounded aura underneath. "It doesn't matter, Advisor." He replied quietly. "It never has, hasn't it? I lost my brother a long time ago. He never came back, and he never will."

"Now if you'll excuse me. If you don't want to use me for pleasure, I have no use here. Goodbye Advisor." He stood, bowing swiftly before he was gone.

Papyrus sighed, putting his face in his hands. He had messed up again. When it came to Sans, he never knew what he was doing. The other skeleton was clearly more complicated than normal courtesans. He wouldn't forgive, and he wouldn't forget.