#foncest

“你似烛火，照亮我面庞”

Fuck. 

suit and tie, fuck me up

I stumble into the wooden door, turning the knob, and falling into the sink. I look in the mirror to see my flushed face and wide eyes glaring back. Somehow I can't find it in me to regret that decision no matter how embarrassing the situation was. I quickly realize my body doesn't regret it either, I can feel my dick throb behind my blue jeans and boxers. One kiss was all it took. I lock the door and take a seat on the toilet, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles. I take my erection in my hands, gathering the pre-cum and sliding my hand up and down the length. I tried to keep my sounds down, although I doubt anything could be heard as the party had seemed to spring back to life with my disappearance. I wonder where Pap was? Was he suffering from the same fate? Was he angry....waiting for me to get home so he could hit me?  Crying? I started going faster, trying not to hog the bathroom for too long. Papyrus was the one thing on my mind, per usual. I was about to release when a pound came on the door. I threw my hand off my dick and jumped off the seat.           "Sans! I know you're in there. We need to talk!" Grillby yelled from the other side, jiggling the doorknob.           "Shit. Fuck." I mumbled. "I'll be out in a minute!" I try to compose myself, zipping my pants, flushing the toilet, and washing my hands. I unlock the door just as Grillby makes another attempt to open it. "Sans," he says emotionless as he sees my face.           "Grillbs," I say, a weak smile plastered on my face.           "I don't know why you're smiling Sans, what the fuck was that?" Grillby asked furiously, this was the angriest I had ever seen him...ever.           "What was what Grillbs?" I knew exactly what he was talking about.           "The FUCKING KISS, Sans! With your own brother? What the fuck?" Grillby probed. "You know how embarrassed I am? Not just because of your show...but because of how I've been talking to people about us...I thought this was our night! The party we've been waiting to have! Yet you had to make it all about you." I look at my feet. What can I even say to him? How can he even say this to me? "Grillbs, I'm drunk. It's a party, we were playing a game. It meant nothing! I'd understand if you were upset cause I kissed some guy, but it was my brother, so it literally meant nothing! I only did that to diffuse tension." I moved towards the door. Grillby's face softened, but he continued to stand his ground. "If it landed on me I wouldn't have kissed anyone."           "Then what's the point of playing, Grillby?" I say as I roll my eyes and slip past him back into the noise. I needed another shot.

    "Oh... company," I address the third party in the room with a big smile, "Wasn't expecting anyone today..." Strength gains in my voice as I turn to Sans, "Didn't even expect YOU here today either! No school for you?" I scold.           "Well, I—" Before Sans can come up with an excuse Grillby intervenes.           "Sans? Were you supposed to be in school today?" He interrogates my brother before I'm able to. "I thought you understood how I felt about you skipping classes." Not giving Sans time to make an excuse Grillby talks over him again, seems that's all he's good at. "I know you're a 'grown adult' and all, but you still have responsibilities."           "I know, Grillbs..." The sight of my brother being lectured by Grillby filled me with disgust. Only I can do that.            "There's really no need for you to clarify what I tell him every day."           "Well, I thought I should because the demanding way you say it never seems to get across." Sans stays silent, stuck in the crossfire of our debate. He becomes flustered, zippering his sweatshirt and fidgeting with his sleeves. He was always so incapable of speaking for himself, but I enjoyed being the one to clarify for him; I grew closer to him that way. I scoff, "Well the last time I checked you weren't related to him, and you're certainly not his boyfriend... I think I'd hear about you more if that was the case." Grillby looked almost defeated by my statement, though added one more comment, a faint smirk grew on his face, turning his attention to Sans, the intended audience still being me. "I sure hope we aren't related... that'd be pretty gross." Sans' cheeks lit up a bright blue which I could only assume would be by the mention of him and Grillbs.           "AHA— alright, guys—! Grillbs it's been great having ya but you gotta go," Sans finally spat out, ushering Grillby to the exit and mumbling something as he pushed the man out who didn't get a word in before he was on the other side of the door, discarded—unlike any way one would treat a significant other.           "What's your problem with him?" Sans turns around, speaking sternly.           "There's no problem," I lie, unable to think of a reasonable problem to have.           "Bullshit, Paps."           "I just don't appreciate being spoken to like that in my own home. I don't want him in here judging me when I'm out and unable to defend myself."           "What are you even saying? He was just looking out for me and you blew up on him!"           "I don't want him in this shit show of an apartment when I can't justify it. I think it's a completely reasonable response to snap at him. I'm uncomfortable with him seeing how messy this place is."           "What? Grillby doesn't care about that! I literally go over to his house to help him with the same inconvenience! We spend all our time making his place look presentable!" Sure, THAT'S what they spend their time doing.           "Well, maybe you should spend your time doing that here instead of skipping class to help someone more privileged."           "Stop acting like my education is what this is about." My posture straightens, suddenly alarmed. What does he think this is about? Does he see my jealousy? I need to know what he perceives my envy to be.           "WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE ABOUT?" I defend.           "FUCKING MONEY, Papyrus!" Sans' voice starts strong but becomes almost inaudible as he reaches my name, once he hears the intensity of his reply.

After Grillby admired me devouring his delicious meal, he helped me with—took over—cleaning the dishes, oblivious to the hours passing. He stayed for longer than I intended but I didn't notice because I was enjoying his company so much. If only Papyrus would do so much for me... but he'd never do extra for his brother because he doesn't owe me anything. He has nothing to make up for and no reason to win me over. We are forever bonded. I just wish the bond could be under different circumstances. If we fell in love and lived through life that way; not growing up together and living in a small apartment our dad lent to us. Grillby's actions meant more to me than he could have ever intended, I needed someone to give me the same care I give Pap. Once we realized how much time that'd gone, Grillby tells me he should be going. He has a few things to do before he goes off to work. I assist him with picking up his clothes strewn across the living room. We playfully tease each other as he pulls his pants up and I prepare his shirt to go back on his body. He buttons up his shirt and straightens his bowtie as I scavenge the floor for his missing sleeve garter. As he finishes buttoning his vest I spot the garter under the couch.           "Got it!" I exclaimed.           "Wonderful!" Grillby says as I jump up and begin to ride it up his arm. I kiss his shoulder once the task is done, moving to his neck. I notice his top button was undone. As I clasped last button the apartment door opens. Papyrus steps into the room. I quickly move my hand away from the collar of Grillby's shirt and onto his chest, wiping an imaginary stain out of existence. "Aha—see?" I say a little too loud, "Like it was never there, right? Ketchup doesn't set if you get it right away!" I laugh even louder to drown out my poor performance. "Ah, yes: 'like' it was never there," Grillby confirms with a sarcastic undertone, but not enough for Papyrus to suspect it's unlike Grillby's usual monotone voice. I let out a big sigh as my mind attempts to sort out my next move.

After a few moments of him holding me, my stomach growled which was hard not to hear in the silence of the apartment.           "Hungry?" Grillby questions me.           "Heh... I guess breakfast slipped my mind! I'll have big lunch," I assured him, stepping off the couch. "I'll be right back, I just wanna get the taste out of my mouth... You know." I step into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Wow, he really destroyed me, I tell myself with full knowledge I was the one who led every sequence during our intercourse. I smile thinking about how gratifying the sex was even though I didn't receive anything; his happiness was my reward. Still, my eyes keep glancing at all of the burn marks on my body. Most of them seemed temporary like they would fade with a good scrub, but the dark imprint of Grillby's hands on my collarbones could last a few days. I swished a bit of mouthwash in my mouth as I debated how I would hide the burns from Papyrus. I spat into the sink and splashed my face with the faucet water, then patted down with a towel. At least the marks on my skull shouldn't be visible to anyone not looking for them. As I make my way back to the couch, Grillby is no longer resting there. Instead, he roams through my kitchen in only his briefs.           "Dear—" The name stopped in his mouth; he talked over it, "Wh-where are the pans?" I walk over to the kitchen and open the drawer just below him, revealing a small array of kitchenware.            "Wonderful!" He exclaimed overenthusiastically—I'd assume to compensate for the pet name neither of us expected to hear.           "Grillbs, you don't need to make me anything—"           "Hush up, you do something for me, I return the favor. Besides I like cooking."           "Ugh—FINE," I allow him this favor, now understanding our relationship. If I don't give him the satisfaction of reliving me sexually, I'll let him make one portion of food so he can watch me enjoy his labor the way I enjoyed his moans from my form of labor. I fuck him, he feeds me. 

Unsure of why Grillby was already in his uniform, I unbutton it regardless, staring from the bottom up, I undo his tie last. Inch by inch I kissed his orange body as more and more of it was revealed. I relished in the fact Grillby was writhing under me. This feeling made me forget the conversation which we both dreaded. I could assume he'd forgotten as well. Straddling him I sat up, then I finally unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off of him beneath myself. I started to palm his tent. Grillby let out a moan as I began to pull down his briefs, my teeth and grabbing hands tugging them down his legs. Grillby looked almost horrified by my hostile undressing until he let out a sound of pleasure once I broke him free from his clothing restraints. His large penis—which I could call a torch—stood strong before me. He became even noisier once I ran my long ecto tongue down his member, which was now soaking with saliva and precum. I continued to do this, my bright blue tongue running up and down, Grillby's hot hands gripping my collarbones. I then plowed his dick down to the back of my mouth, feeling his heat in my throat. I repeated this a few more times before Grillby's breath caught and orange come came dripping out of my mouth—some of which I swallowed down, feeling it absorb into my translucent body. I sat up to give us both a moment of breath, my pants carried steam in and out of my body, becoming more faint as my temperature regulated. I swallowed, "Glad you could blow off some steam..." Grillby pushed up his glasses and smiled, "You were the one blowing..." His slick remark made me want to give him even more. I grabbed him with full force and flipped him on his stomach. While Grillby shifted to the sudden adjustment I cupped his ass with both of my bony hands and spread him open, licking his puckered asshole. After a moment my tongue pierced into it. Grillby gasped from the unexpected invasion.           "You're so tight," I attempt to speak while still eating him out. Grillby couldn't respond in any way other than a moan. I took pride in his pleasure; I'm glad I could still be used to him as a friend if not a partner. I became worn out but as I licked the walls of his rectum I noticed between his legs more come spat out of his torch. I retracted my tongue from his ass and moved down, licking up the excess mess from the tip of his penis down to the base, then his scrotum; I stopped once I heard his satisfied sigh and felt his body relax. I kissed his back, slowly moving up as he turned over underneath me. His face worn but pleased, he breathed heavily, "Let me... take care..." A noticed a smile formed on my disheveled face. He still wants to turn his attention to me even when he's as exhausted as I just made him. I could almost fall in love with him; if it could be that easy.           "'s alright Grillbs, this was for you. For being such a good... guy," I almost let 'friend' slip through my head but I didn't want him to remember who he was to me. Only a friend. He was as close as he could get. Thankfully Grillby accepted my words, he smiled and then kissed my cheek.