Sans still had no idea how he had convinced his two best friends to live with him, but it had started out as quite possibly the best decision he had ever made. There was absolutely nothing better than waking up to Blue's cooking every morning, and, despite his many complaints, he actually quite enjoyed the loud, out-of-key renditions of Ed Sheeran songs ringing through the house every time Red took a shower. It was peaceful, and the closest to happy he'd been in years. There was a certain amount of entertainment-filled contentment that came with living with two of his favorite people in the multiverse.

It really wasn't much of a surprise when Sans found himself falling for them. It happened a little bit at a time, starting with the well-meant nagging of Blue and the near-sighted needling from Red. He noticed how his soul would jump when Blue grabbed his hands, as he tended to do when he got excited. He found himself smiling privately every time he heard Red laugh, the sound rare enough that it was a treat every time it happened. Every single time one of them walked into the room he was in, he could actually feel his soul lighting up with happiness.

But here he was, sitting on the couch, the two of them just across the room, and he felt as though his soul was imploding.

Of fucking course this would be his luck. Of course this would happen to him.

When Blue got home from work, he was excited about...something? It was honestly impossible to understand what he was going on about, with how fast he was talking. Sans and Red had just sat and watched him for a moment before Red stood up, crossing the room to try to calm him down, much to Sans' amusement. Red laughed loudly, grabbing Blue's wrists and pulling him just a bit closer than he was, and Sans just sat and watched, savoring the atmosphere.

God, I'm so fucked .

Then Blue reached out, grabbing Red by the sides of his head and pulling him forward, practically crushing their mouths together.

Blue kissed Red.

And now Sans was sitting here, biting back tears, wondering how he'd ever thought he had a chance. Of course the two people he...

He stood abruptly, sure that if he stayed for another moment, he would completely embarrass himself. Hoping that the look on his face was anything but heartbroken, he crossed the room to the door, looking back just as they broke out of their kiss. Blue's eyelights were hazy, and Red looked shocked, as though he couldn't believe his luck.

Sans tried to ignore the fact that that was exactly as he'd imagined them with...

He turned away.

"I'll let you two talk this out," he mumbled, pushing open the door and doing his best not to slam it behind him.

~~~

When Sans woke up, it was to a pounding headache and a fuzzy brain. He groaned aloud and pressed the flat of his hand against his forehead. Fuuuck... He tried to bring his other hand up to rub at his eye sockets, only to find his arm was trapped under something. He opened his eyes slowly, grimacing at the light, and looked down.

He was greeted with the sight of Blue, his head tucked up against Sans' bare ribcage, breathing softly. Sans had an arm wrapped around him from underneath, and now that he knew what had it trapped, he could feel that Blue also appeared to be, at the very least, shirtless; a fact that was expanded upon when he shifted slightly and his bare pelvis scraped against Sans'.

There was a long moment in which Sans just stared, the pieces very slowly coming together. Then, all at once, it hit him, and the air was split by a shriek as he propelled himself away from his sleeping alternate, landing on the floor with a loud thump .

Blue, having been awoken by the other's ungainly exit from the bed, sleepily looked over the side of the mattress. "Sans? What are you doing down there?"

Sans just stared at him, unsure how to respond. Oh, fuck... What had he done? Sweet, romantic-at-heart Blue, who, with the way he talked, sometimes seemed as though he'd fallen headfirst into one of those cheesy rom-coms that Red always pretended to-- oh shit. Red.

"Sans?" Blue was still staring at him, very obviously confused and more than a little concerned.

"I...I'm just...I don't know. I'm..." Sans couldn't seem to string any of his words together coherently, and it was putting him even closer to the edge of a panic attack, his breath coming faster as his mind spun, trying to figure out what had happened. He couldn't possibly have been so far gone that he had--

"You must be freezing!" Blue said, observant as ever, and he pushed himself up to stand, dragging the blanket with him. Sans dragged his eyes away from the large amount of exposed spine he could see, taking a deep breath. His mind tried to remind him that it wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before, apparently, but he pushed the thought away, feeling vaguely nauseous with guilt. Blue came around the bed, settling down to sit beside him and wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

"Are you okay, Sans?"

Of fucking course he wasn't okay. He was a homewrecking piece of shit. "Yeah. I'm fine." Blue frowned at him, picking up on the lilt of the lie in his voice, but let it go.

"You were pretty drunk last night, weren't you?" he commented, his cheeks flushing. His fingers were picking at the edge of the blanket, and Sans felt himself entranced by the motion for a long moment before he realized the other had spoken.

"A-apparently. D-did...Were you drunk too, or...?"

Blue scrunched his brow, seeming confused. "No... I'm not usually a big drinker. I don't like the taste. Do you...not remember what happened?"

All Sans could bring himself to do was shake his head. Blue hadn't even been drunk? He didn't really seem like the cheating type...

Blue's eyes widened in understanding. "Well, that would explain why you seem a bit out of sorts. Are you okay?"

Sans snorted. "Yeah, just peachy. I have a headache, my... well, my everything hurts, to be honest, and I just fucking woke up in bed with one of my two best friends, who also happens to be fucking... dating or whatever the hell you are, my other best friend! Everything is perfect !"

Blue laid a cautious hand on his upper arm, making him flinch and look over. The other's eyelights had dimmed with concern, and there was some emotion in them that Sans wasn't quite sure how to identify. "Sans, it's okay. It's not what you think, I promise."

Sans, confused, was about to ask what he meant when the door swung open, and Red was framed in the doorway. Sans' conflicting emotions were making it hard to think, but he knew one thing for sure. He had really screwed up. Red was pulling a black tank top over his head, and seemed to be about to say something, but Sans' strangled gasp cut him off. He turned to face him, looking confused, then looked back at Blue with a question in his eyes.

Sans couldn't take the waiting. "Red, I am so sorry, I...I didn't mean for this to--" He realized that he was crying, seemingly out of nowhere, but he powered through it, wanting to do his best to save his relationship with, really, either of them. "I never would have done this, not to either of you, I was just...I was drunk, I was so fucking drunk, I had no idea what I was doing. I know that's no excuse, I just..." Damn it, he was rambling, wasn't he? He didn't think he'd ever been so terrified in his life. He'd fucked up so badly. He'd just managed to lose both of them for good. He'd have to move out, they'd never want to speak to him again, maybe he'd even screwed things up between them, why was he such a piece of shit ?

Red raised a brow, looking back at Blue again before he turned his gaze back to Sans. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that there was no real judgement there, but he still couldn't help the wave of panic that crashed over him as his mind transformed the other's expression into one of rage.

"Uh...yeah, wow, I'm so betrayed. How could you, and all that." Red's voice was oddly flat, but Sans was already lost to his panic, burying his face in his arms. He'd ruined everything. He'd lost them, he'd lost them for good, and on top of that, he'd destroyed their happiness. He couldn't believe he had let himself be so completely stupid . He started to shake, wrapping his arms around himself as his tears started to run down his face.

"Whoa, hey!" Red crossed the room to them, and Sans was faintly aware of him cupping his cheeks, trying to get him to look up. Sans pulled his skull away, not wanting to face the accusations he was sure were present in the other's face. "Sans, hey, stop, why are you crying?!"

"Red, he doesn't remember anything from last night!"

Sans was vaguely aware of Blue's voice, but he couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He was crying so hard now he could barely breathe, great, wracking sobs ripping through his chest as he realized what an idiot he'd been for ever thinking he could be happy, even for a moment.

Everything always went to shit, he should know that by now.

"Aw, fuck, Sans, no, come on, I'm not mad at you, it's alright, it's all gonna be alright, don't cry, okay?" Red's hands found his cheeks again, this time just stroking his thumbs against the bone instead of trying to pull him anywhere.

Sans felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around him before he was gathered up against someone's chest, the back of his ribcage pressed to their front. They started to take deep, exaggerated breaths, and Sans found himself copying them. "Breathe, Sans. Just breathe, it's all going to be okay." Blue murmured.

"I'm so sorry..." he heard Red say quietly. Blue said something back to him, but Sans didn't hear it. He was just focused on the movement of the other's ribs against his and the fingers still tracing delicate circles over his cheekbones. In, out. In, out. In, out. Deep breaths. He felt himself coming down from his panic, the tears stopping.

Through it all, they continued murmuring to him, the soothing timbre of their voices helping him out of the attack. As he calmed, the words they were saying started to become a little more clear, until finally, Red said something from his place right next to Sans' skull that made him jump violently, turning to face him and freezing in Blue's hold. "What did you just say?" he asked incredulously.

Red moved back slightly as his whole face turned his namesake, and he stammered a little before saying, "I...I l-love you. Sans." Then his face was set determinedly, and he repeated with conviction. "I love you."

Sans just stared at him for a moment. "What?"

"So do I, Sans. We both love you. We really do. It's all okay." Blue said softly from right beside his face.

Sans looked back at him, completely at a loss. "...what happened last night?"

Red shifted in front of him, drawing his attention. When he sensed Sans' eyes on him, his cheeks lit up in a blush, seeming vaguely uncomfortable. "Well...uh...after you left, we sat down to talk. Like you said we should. And we...well, we sorta...we realized--"

Letting out a long-suffering sigh at Red's storytelling inabilities, Blue interrupted, "We talked it out and we realized that we both wanted to be with you, too, Sans. And then this sappy romantic-" he gestured to Red, rolling his eyes jokingly as his voice dropped into a raspy approximation of Red's, "-said that we should 'totally have a threeway', so I was going to leave the house to go find you."

Sans glanced back at Blue before grinning forward at Red, the familiar bickering atmosphere relaxing him more than even their confessions had. "You came to find me to have a threeway?"

"No!" Blue looked scandalized, and Red snickered, earning himself a glare. "No, I told Red he could have a threeway with himself--"

"Mission accomplished."

"--and I went to go make sure you were okay!" Blue continued, ignoring Red completely. "When you left you seemed pretty upset, and I was worried! But when I opened the door you were already right outside."

"You were pretty drunk." said Red quietly, the grin from his own fantastic jokes slowly fading at the memory. "I had no idea you were blackout drunk, though."

Blue nodded, then continued, "So you came in, and we tried to tell you, but you just kept...you kept trying to go to your room, saying that you couldn't stay here with us because all you would do was screw everything up. I asked you why, and you said that it was because you loved us both how we loved each other. You said you wanted us to be happy, but that you couldn't be happy watching us love one another. That it would break your heart." Blue looked as though he was about to start crying, and Sans found himself cuddling closer in an attempt to reassure him. He felt Red's hands grab onto his own and his thumbs stroking along his metacarpals.

This time it was Red who spoke. "Then, Blue, he, well, he told you that he loved you just as much as he loved me, and I felt the same way, and I told you too. And you just...you just looked at us for a while. It was kinda creepy, actually. Then you, well you sorta..." He shifted again, his blush growing brighter before he continued. "You kissed me? Then, I mean, you can probably figure out where it went from there," he said, gesturing at Blue's bare ribcage.

Sans didn't know what to say. How did he react to this, that the two people that he...and they...

"You love me?" he whispered, unbelievingly.

"I love the two of you more than I even thought was possible." Blue replied matter-of-factly at the same time that Red simply said, "Yes."

Sans could feel tears slipping down his cheeks again, but the crying was not accompanied by any of the gasping panic from before. " Why? "

Blue just looked confused, but Red's face fell, sadness coming into his eyes as he realized what Sans was asking.

"Or.. I guess... How? How could you possibly... How could you love me ?"

Blue looked as though someone had stabbed him through the stomach. He was looking at Sans like he'd never seen him before. "How could we not, Sans?" he asked, sounding as though he was genuinely at a loss.

Red's grip on his hands tightened, and Sans turned to look at him, eyes still filled with tears.

"Sans, you are amazing. You are kind and caring and strong, and you just...make me feel as though there is something worthwhile to all of this. That's...that's not something that's easy to do, with the life I've had."

Blue was watching Red's face right alongside Sans, warmth coming into his eyelights as he saw the devotion the other had to the skeleton they both loved so much. A lesser monster would have been jealous, he supposed, but all he could think in that moment was how amazing it was, the strides Red had made to be able to care this much about anything. And, by Toriel, did Sans deserve to have that love. They both deserved all the love in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to give it to them.

He leaned forward and settled his face into the crook of Sans's neck, wrapping his arms all the way around him. "I love you. So much more than I'll ever be able to tell you, either of you." Sans heard him murmur against his bones.

Sans felt tears fill his eyes again, but this time, they felt different. "I love you too." he whispered, letting go of one of Red's hands to wrap an arm around Blue. Shakingly, he pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head before turning to the slightly larger skeleton. "You too. I love you too." he said quietly, a small, disbelieving smile curving his mouth.

Red smiled when he heard it, then, a sly grin crossing his face, he asked, "You know, since you don't remember the last time does that make this our first kiss?"

Sans blinked, confused. "Our what?"

Then Red's free hand was moving, and he cupped Sans' chin, pulling his face forward slightly to meet his own.

Red was kissing him. Red was kissing him. Red was kissing him .

He had Blue's arms wrapped tightly around him and his breath on his neck, and Red was kissing him.

Maybe he did have a chance to be happy, after all.