Sans rolled over sleepily, blinking his eyes open. He winced at the bright light that immediately flooded his eye sockets, rubbing at them with one hand as he sat up.

He was alone in the room, but he could hear the sounds of Blue and Red talking and laughing downstairs and...music?

He got out of bed, dressing slowly before opening the bedroom door. He walked across the landing, peering over the balcony at his partners.

Red was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, elbows on his knees and hands supporting his chin. He was grinning unabashedly at Blue, who was in the center of the room, swaying and bouncing his arms along to the beat. It almost reminded Sans of dancing, except someone crappier. Not that he would ever in a million years tell Blue that.

"I think you need to move your feet a little more." Red commented, and Blue, of course, immediately balanced on one foot and raised the other one to kick at Red. It was a light enough kick that it never would have done damage if it connected, but it still came with enough momentum for Red to take advantage of it. He caught Blue's foot anyway, giving it a slight tug and causing the smaller skeleton to fall to the floor with a yelp.

"Red!" Blue protested, but he was laughing. Sans grinned, leaning further over the banister to watch them better. As far as he was concerned, there was no better wake-up entertainment than this.

As Blue tried to sit up, Red uncurled his legs and leaned forward, grabbing his counterpart and pulling him up and into his lap. Blue was still laughing, pushing away Red's face as he tried to kiss him, protesting that he was supposed to be training.

"Aw, come on, we all know this isn't training. You're just showing off." Red chuckled, still trying to pull his face closer.

"Hey, I vote he keeps showing off, I was enjoying the view!" called Sans from his place upstairs. He grinned wider when they both looked up at him, a blush blooming across Red's face.

Blue got up, smacking Red lightly on the way, and ran up the stairs to him. "Sans! Come dance with me!" he said, holding his hand out to the other and bouncing excitedly. "Red just keeps saying his legs are broken, like a butthead."

Sans heaved an exaggerated sigh, then gave Blue his hands like it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Blue snorted, rolling his eyes jokingly, and dragged him down the stairs. When they arrived, Red was back in his earlier cross-legged position, staring at the both of them like a lovesick schoolgirl.

Sans had only a moment to snicker at the image that thought produced before Blue had whirled him around and was gripping onto his waist and one of his hands. "Put your other hand on my shoulder!" Blue exclaimed, getting enthusiastically into it, as he did with most things.

Sans smiled at him and obeyed, settling his hand very softly on the place where Blue's humerus met his clavicle. Blue tugged on him and he automatically took a step forward. Blue stepped back, seeming excited. "Great job, Sans! Just follow my lead!"

Blue pushed them to step back and forth, meeting the beat of the song, then very suddenly, he lifted the arm that held Sans' hand into the air and used the other to push him into a spin, giggling as he caught him when he came back around. Sans could hear Red snickering from the couch, and he flipped him off behind his back where Blue couldn't see.

"That's my favorite thing to do!" Blue exclaimed, then he did it again, nearly jumping into the air with excitement.

Sans couldn't help the breathless laughter that escaped him as he almost stumbled, Blue barely catching him in time. Blue tried to tug him to step forward again, but Sans let go of his shoulder in favor of cupping Blue's jaw, pulling him into a kiss. When they parted, Sans winked at him. "Well, that's mine." he said, as flirtatiously as he could manage through his laughter.

Blue huffed, but Sans could see the smile in his eyes. "You are insufferable." he said, dropping Sans's hands and mock-glaring at him before being interrupted by a wolf-whistle from Red. Confused, they both turned to look at him, and he grinned.

"You guys should totally kiss again."

Blue threw his arms in the air, turning away as he exclaimed, "You're both insufferable!" Shaking his head, he got back into the song, his back to them as he tried to match the movement of his hips to the beat.

Sans took a moment to appreciate the sight before he plopped down on the couch next to Red, who moved his arms, throwing one over Sans' shoulders. After a moment or two, Sans laid down and put his head in Red's lap, letting his eyes hood as he watched Blue's swaying.

"Sleep well?" Red asked quietly, smoothing one hand over the side of Sans' head.

"Yeah. I feel a lot better now. I don't know what it is, I've just felt really worn out lately."

"Why? You don't do anything."

"I do more than you!"

Red snorted, moving his hand to rub at Sans's back as they continued watching Blue's dancing. "How do you figure that?"

Sans grinned, looking up at him out of the corner of his eye. "I sleep on the far side of the bed from the door. That's like an extra six steps!"

Red let out a bark of laughter, apparently caught off-guard by that answer.

Blue turned back to look at them questioningly, but Red waved him back to what he was doing.

"You're such an ass." Red said under his breath, and Sans immediately raised his hand into the air, smirking. Red grabbed onto it and pulled it back down, gripping tightly. "Hey, no tattling. I can't afford to put any more money in the swear jar."

Sans chuckled and they stayed there for a second before Red's hold shifted and the restraint of his grip turned into something more like hand-holding. Sans shifted slightly so that he was looking up at Red. His darker counterpart was watching Blue happily, and Sans's soul warmed. He held tightly to Red's hand and closed his eyes, letting himself drift back off to sleep.

~~~

Red was humming again. He didn't ever realize he was doing it, something that became very obvious from his reaction to it being pointed out. Blue smiled softly as he stirred the pot of soup on the stove.

"Do you think we should add some milk to that? To make it creamier and all that shi--stuff?"

Blue turned to see Red holding up a half-full carton. Lately, the edgier skeleton had taken to helping out in the kitchen, using the excuse that he wanted to spend time with Blue. At first, he'd believed it, but it was becoming obvious that he actually really enjoyed it. He was learning quickly, and he had actually made a few meals completely by himself at this point. That didn't mean that he didn't still have a lot to learn, but Blue was still very proud of him. It had taken a long time to get either of his partners to work up the motivation to do much of anything, but now that they were making the effort, he could just see how much happier they both were.

In answer, Blue shook his head and said, "No, milk isn't good for an upset stomach." He stirred the soup some more, reaching up to turn down the heat just a bit.

Red frowned at him in confusion. "But we don't even have stomachs. Isn't milk supposed to be really good for skeletons or something?"

"Yes, in a normal situation. And it's the taste, actually. You know Sans doesn't like milk in the first place, there's no reason to ruin his food with it."

Red smirked and put the milk back in the fridge. "So you admit that milk ruins foods?"

Blue just rolled his eyes and focused back on the pot. "I think this is just about done. Can you grab me a bowl?"

A few minutes later, Blue was walking upstairs with Red close on his heels, a warm bowl of tomato soup held carefully in his hands. He grit his teeth in concentration, doing his best not to spill even a drop. When they reached the top of the stairs, Red ducked around him, quietly opening Sans' bedroom door and holding it aside for Blue to come through.

Blue smiled his thanks to Red before calling out, "Sans, babe, I'm turning on the lights!"

There was a loud groan from the direction of the bed as he did so; the blankets shifting so that Sans was completely buried beneath them. Blue grinned as Red shut the door behind them, and an arm poked out from the sheets to grab a pillow, chucking it in the general direction of the newcomers.

"Hey, hey, watch out there, John Wayne, Blue's got soup."

"Soup?!" Sans' head poked out from the top of the blankets, and Red immediately scooped the pillow up off of the floor, whipping it at the small amount of visible bone and causing Sans to yelp and duck back below the covers. "Stop tryna kill me, I'm sick !" came a muffled voice.

"Sick of what, exactly?"

"Your dumb face, Red."

"Be nice." chided Blue, pulling up the chair they'd been keeping in the room for this very purpose. Red climbed into the bed, and after some prodding, he managed to convince Sans to sit up so that he could pull him into his lap. After some grumbling, the smaller relaxed back into him, pulling up the blankets so that he could snuggle into the warmth of both his partner and the covers. Blue couldn't help his smile at the picture they made, wishing inwardly that he hadn't left his phone downstairs.

Scooping up a spoonful of soup, Blue held it towards Sans, giving him a warning glare as he tried to reach out and take it.

"Sans, let us take care of you."

Sans heaved a sigh, opening his mouth and allowing Blue to put the spoon inside. Red grinned at the resignation in his expression, wrapping his arms around the bottom of Sans' ribcage and settling his chin on the other's shoulder. Blue's eyelights flashed into hearts for a split second as he watched them, ducking his head as he flushed brightly at what had just gone through his mind. He really hoped that hadn't made it through the bond. He got another spoonful when Sans had finished the first, feeding him a little over half the bowl before he was waved off.

"I'm not feeling too great right now." he mumbled, eyes hooding. "I think I'm done." Red nodded, maneuvering them so that Sans was laying down again, still held tightly in the other's arms. Blue carefully set the mostly-empty bowl on the bedside table before turning back to the others, kicking off his boots. As he lifted the covers to climb in beside them, Sans' closed eyes cracked open, and he grimaced. "Please, no surprise cuddles, sweetheart. I'm really not feeling up to it."

Blue chuckled as he curled up on the opposite side from Red, laying his head carefully on Sans' chest and tangling their legs together. "How about some normal cuddles? I've been informed that I'm pretty good at those."

Sans pretended to consider, turning his head so that his forehead was pressed against Blue's. "I think I'll need to check your references."

Popping his head up from Sans' other side, Red grinned and said, in his usual snarky tone, "You rang?"

Sans chuckled weakly before groaning again. "I don't think I've ever felt quite so much like shit."

"I don't think you've ever looked quite so much like shit, either, Sansy."

"Blue, can you smack him for me?"

Red laughed loudly as Blue lifted an arm to try and obey, missing by mere inches as Red launched himself backwards and away from his waving hand. Suddenly, Red's eyes flew wide, and then he disappeared. For a moment, it almost seemed like he had teleported away.

Then, there was a prolonged wheezing sound that came up from beside the bed, just out of Blue's sight. Frowning, Blue sat up and tried to look over, Sans using his shoulder as a brace to pull himself up too. "Red, are you okay?"

The wheezing continued, interspersed with the occasional snort. Blue and Sans exchanged confused glances, then, at the same time, it clicked.

Red was laughing .

Neither of them had ever heard Red laugh quite like this before, and it seemed to be doing Sans a world of good, his whole face lighting up as he realized what was happening.

"Should I help him?" Blue asked, his own smile crossing his face.

"Nah..." Sans replied, lowering himself back into the mattress and flinging one arm across his eyes. "Leave him to suffer."

"I h-heard that!" Red coughed out, still caught up in his laughing fit. Blue grinned at their antics, about to lay back down until he took another look at Sans' face, a wonderful idea occurring to him. He leaned forward carefully, planting a short kiss on the other's teeth before pulling away and grinning down at him.

Sans's eyes flew open, meeting Blue's now unabashedly heart-shaped ones. He seemed to fumble for words for a moment, and Blue kissed him again before laying down and cuddling back up to him.

"Blue, you're gonna get sick doing that." Sans finally said just as Red finally got ahold of himself and climbed back up.

"Doing what?" Red asked, pausing in the motions of pulling back the sheets.

"He's kissing me, he's gonna--"

"Hey!" Red protested, mock-glaring at Blue, who just grinned back impishly, his head tucked back into Sans' chest. Red cocked one brow, then leaned over, gripping Sans' chin and kissing him hard. Sans looked a bit breathless as Red pulled away, unsure how to respond to their affection.

"There. Balance had been restored." he said, throwing himself back into the sheets and maneuvering his arm under Sans' shoulder blades.

Sans huffed, but a dark blush was starting to bloom across his face. "You two are so--"

"Devastatingly handsome?" offered Blue, causing Red to break out into laughter again.

Sans grinned, shaking his head slightly, then leaned his head into Red's neck and wrapped an arm around Blue, holding him almost too close. "I love you both so goddamn much..." he murmured, closing his eyes.