A Night to Remember Sans/Grillby

Chapter Two

  As Sans left the house and his thoughts began to filter, he'd discovered he'd had no place to go. Until he had a recollection of a place his friend had recommended before. Grillby's bar, a place Sans had not even considered going to before tonight, however tonight was a desperate moment. He strolled down the streets, slowly sauntering down the block at an attempt to appear casual. As Sans continued to walk, he found himself in front of the double-doors in front of the bar. He hesitated for a brief moment, but he pushed himself to enter.
  Inside, bodies bumped together swaying to the loud music booming from the stereo. It seemed, suddenly, Snowdin was no longer the cold place he'd known it as. It lacked the frosted aura of Snowdin, and it seemed their hearts were warmed. Everyone seemed to move in unison, giving Sans the courage to approach the bar with confidence, despite the unfortunate events that emerged the following night.
  Sans realized once the bartender arrived he'd had no plans on what to order. Instead he found himself saying, "Give me the strongest thing you got."
  The bartender nodded slightly before retreating back to the pantry to retrieve a drink. As he left Sans's sight, Sans found his thoughts wandering. Blush trailed across his face, as he came to the revelation that this guy was hot. Literally. He was made of fire.
  As the man returns, Sans forced the blush away from his face and relaxed his expression. As the man handed Sans a drink, he forced a note into Sans's palm. Sans tried to keep his expression neutral as he pushed the note into his palm. He unfolded the paper between his fingers and analyzed the writing.
  "Meet me in the pantry after we close," the scrabbled writing read. Sans met the man's gaze and nodded slightly, hesitating for  moment before overall agreeing.
  As he sat there for the hour waiting, slowly everyone began leaving the bar. Everyone but Sans. After the doors were locked tight, and the music seized to play, Sans approached the pantry with wariness. As planned, the man was there, giving him an undetectable expression.
  Sans had heard rumors about this man being mute, and he'd not questioned it. He'd wondered how they'd manage to communicate as he sat down in a small stool wedged between a few bottles. The man gave him an understanding look before relaxing and leaning back.
  "You're Papyrus's brother, no? He always said he hated this place but he'd still show up after every few nights," the man commented with a bleak laugh. His voice was husky and heavy. It took Sans by surprise, causing Sans to recoil. He couldn't believe this man would talk to him, of all people, or talk at all for that matter. "Name's Grillby by the way."
  After recovering from the surprise, he replied bluntly, "Don't remind me."
  Grillby raised an eyebrow, analyzing him carefully. "Care to elaborate?"
  Sans didn't desire to. "Papyrus and I are having..., " he paused suddenly, "...difficulties."
  Grillby looked unmoved. He studied him for a moment before replying. "Don't worry about it. He's not worth your time anyways," he tried.
  Sans was uncertain whether to be insulted or honored that this man had complimented him, but insulted his brother. He weighed on the situation for a moment before speaking up again. "If only," Sans commented, voice drenched with a vague sense of longing. Grillby dismissed this.
  "I hate to rush off on your problems, but I need to take care of things at home. If you feel the need to return, please do. I'll provide you with a discount. I'd love to hear more." He winked casually before blowing a kiss and departing from the small pantry. The kiss felt as if it would literally burns Sans face. Sans left that night finding himself thinking about Grillby more than he should have.
  That night, instead of waking up to violent thrashing from night terrors, he woke up to the familiar warmth that had filled him at the bar.
  The next day upon waking up, instead of speaking to his brother, he found himself avoiding him and rushing to the bar. He was met with the same scene, bodies swaying in delight. The strong scent of booze clung to everything, and he caught sight of Grillby, who wore a cheerful look in attempts to greet him.
  He immediately took a seat, and found himself not urged to pay for his orders, and encouraged to accept them as a gift. As the hours went by, he found himself making small conversations with the bartender, who seemed as drunk as he was after sharing drinks. The bartender grew a bit less distant and mysterious and told stories about his own life and how he felt about the situations. Sans found himself growing closer and closer to this man.
  As the hours went by, Grillby and Sans found themselves becoming more and more comfortable with each other. And not only verbally. Physical contact between them became a casual aspect rather than a discomforting one. The other customers at the bar might as well have been considered neglected due to the deep conversation bubbling between the two. As Sans noticed this, it filled him with delight. Grillby made him feel valuable, important almost. Much more important than his brother ever did, Sans thought bitterly.
  It seemed as the night persisted, people began to disperse. It started off slowly, but eventually it was left to the two of them. Sans felt the familiar obligation to leave, however Grillby stopped him by planting a firm bottle in front of them.
  "One last drink?" he offered playfully. Sans couldn't object.
  They returned back to their casual conversations, ones about how they'd enjoyed the atmosphere of the bar, and how dismal it was in Snowdin. They discussed the future and how they planned to live if they'd ever been freed from the Underground, which to most people was a topic best left abandoned. It was floated over casually, as if it were a every day discussion. Grillby smiled before responding.
  "I'd still be a bartender," he answered confidently. "It's the life I enjoy," he added before pushing the drink to his mouth. Sans eyed him curiously, wondering how he could drink while being a flame.
  "I'd be something," Sans started, awkwardly. Grillby smirked. "Maybe a comedian,"  Sans offered forcibly.
  Grillby laughed at the thought. "I don't know about that. You know what you should do?"
  Sans looked up at him with a hopeful grin. "What?"
  "Me," Grillby finished with a slight caress of Sans's hand.
  Sans tried not to let the thoughts creep into his mind, but the intoxication only made it worse. The images of Grillby moaning. Sans found himself leaning into the touch, while Grillby remained unmoved. The mysterious man had an odd arousing esque.
  Grillby's hand ran up Sans's shoulder as he pulled him over the counter and began sloppy kisses up Sans's neck. Sans shuddered in delight at the foreign feeling of arousal. It burned slightly, but Sans was fine with that and even found a method of seeking pleasure in pain.
  Sans reached down slowly, lowering his hand to Grillby's shirt collar and pulling over his head in a swift motion before leaning over the counter. He reached down to Grillby's pants and unsheathed his fiery dick.
  Sans lowered himself onto his stomach and took it all at once, lowering it into his mouth slowly at first, in a sloppy fashion, trying to take in every taste he could of Grillby. Seeing such a strange bartender in such an intimate fashion filled Sans with arrousal. He lowered his head and choked on the fire cock. He tasted his warmth with every dip downwards, and analyzed Grillby's moans. Grillby seemed to become more ignited the more aroused he became. His flames licked the sides of the counter, swallowing it nearly. Sans began to find what Grillby enjoyed by testing different methods, such as jerking him slowly or licking the head of his cock.
  Grillby groped at Sans as he came, fire swallowing the bar for a moment before he reverted back to his normal form, extending his arms out to lock Sans into an embrace.
  "Sans, I think I love u," he began.
  "Me too."
  They sleep.
  Sans realizes, as he rests, that he found love in a place that wasn't his brother.