A/N: I still do not ship this but spicyhoneyforlife consider yourself damn lucky I'm writing this for you- (i might be going soft-)
Before anyone says anything about incest due to them being so-called 'brothers' don't pose that argument, I have evidence to support that they are not genetic brothers and your beliefs will crash and burn just like my sanity at this current moment. Have a merry fucking Christmas....... y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶i̶l̶t̶h̶y̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶n̶e̶r̶s̶.̶
Fresh was planning on going out tonight. Nothing astonishing, just a night at the bar. A few drinks to himself for once. He was 21, life didn't last forever even if he wanted it to so he may as well make the most utmost of every breath he took. He'd close the door on everyone except for a few people. It's a lonely view being on his own, time alone helped him to escape the hell he's in.
Nothing left to lose, never had anything to lose, let him wrap down to a drunken state where the world faded for a while and he was alone in a blissful view of colour and light that seldom made a fantasy world he was happy in. Possibly, he was describing being drunk off his ass too nicely? Getting drunk was almost as good as cannabis but it didn't carry that same punch. He'd quit that a while ago but sometimes wondered to drift back to it. Fresh tried, running out the clock with other lovers apart from the ones who'd left him but he found it hard to do so happily.
His moral code now was to live life as it was given to him, take every moment for granted to get every last experience out of it. You do only live once, or maybe you lived more than once? Fresh wouldn't know until he kicked it himself. It's not like you could ask a dead guy what death was like.
And to think he was stirring all this up with both elbows on the kitchen bench. It was already 9:30 pm and he hadn't left yet. None of the lights was on either so he was standing there in the darkness. Incomplete darkness that was, streetlights cast shafts of yellow light through the cracks in the fabric of the curtains. Fresh could just stay home with some music playing through the 2017 UE Boom that had that dirt on its fabric since god knows how long. But what would he listen to? He listened to music so often he'd burnt through 7000 different songs already.
Fuck it, he'd go out. Yeah, get on the piss for the first time in 3 months. Fresh sighed so deep and rough he swore he felt his ribs move, yet, he chose to ignore it, lifting his head from its perch on the edge of the marble bench. He prided his house in being neat and tidy, he didn't like living like a slob unless he was binging American drama shows on a Saturday. His home was an apartment because he lived alone so he didn't need much. White in its colour scheme and quite modern, it was a 2 bedroom house, decently sized kitchen paired with a massive lounge that opened up with a sliding door to a deck that overlooked the street he lived on. Perfect for house parties, a few of which he's thrown. Fresh himself, the host of such parties always locked the door to his spare room ever since that day he got so drunk he sped-ran Mario Super Bros in 4 hours, slammed down the controller after he finished then screamed "THAT'S HOW IT'S FUCKING DONE!!" and passed out on the floor. Never again. He'd made it habit to lock the door his consoles and PCs were securely stored whenever he left the house and tonight was no different.
Fresh smiled to himself, turning the key in the lock to pull it out, do a fancy twirl of the key on his finger then pocket it. This night could be fun after all
((Here's where the sinner energy smacks you in the face))
Error was attentive to all in the room. Almost all to be fair. He hadn't noticed Fresh enter the bar until he was standing at the counter, ordering a DB Drought and a chocolate bar.
Now, unlike Fresh, Error made a mistake coming out tonight. He was needy, had searing heat wracking all his body and lacked the confidence to ask anyone for a fuck or at the very least some head. His remedy was to drink and try to forget about it while he attempted to hide his eagerness from where he was at the barstool.
Fresh waited at the counter; the feline furry on the other side trying to find what she'd been looking for. When she failed to triumph, she smiled at Fresh and chirped "One moment, please! Seems we're out of DB! And chocolate...." She added, turning on her heel. "Does this place stock up on anything?" The animal grumbled, slinking into the eerie blackness of the back room.
"Hey, dick" Error hissed quietly, clearly talking to Fresh.
"Hm?" Fresh turned, being able to recognize that voice from anywhere. "Heya bro."
"Don't 'Heya bro' me amberskull-" The taller skeleton smirked a bit, grabbing Fresh by his collar once within arms reach, looking into his eyes with a mean tone. "I need your help with something~" He purred, nodding down to his waist where an obvious bulge was waiting to be taken care of.
The smaller skeleton blushed, hesitating. "Okay fam, that's a no"
"Please Fresh? It's just one little favour?" Error pleaded, his voice laced through with lust and need. Fresh paused to think a moment. He could help-
"Well dude, I guess you could come to mine and-" The smaller hadn't the chance to finish what he was saying before Error grabbed him and teleported him to his home, leaving the poor furry girl with a cold drink in her hand new from the chiller and a 10G tip left on the bench.
Error wasted no time, shoving Fresh against the couch and pinning him down. He attacked Fresh's neck with little mercy but this notion surprised Fresh. This wasn't what he was meaning at all. "B-broski! Stop it!" He tried to struggle against Errors grip but it was useless. The other male had always been stronger, always would be. "Why Freshy?~" Error cooed, pressing his hips against the smallers. To tease both Fresh and himself. "I-Isn't this wrong? We've been t-together since we were kids, l-like family, something about it just seems wrong to me!"
"It's better when it feels wrong~" The Glitch growled, sinking his teeth into Fresh's neck that earnt a moan. It wasn't much but it alerted Error he was liking it so he could only keep it up.
(( morning after awkwardness wooo))
The following morning rolled around fast. Too fast it seemed. Fresh didn't feel like he got any sleep last night. He did, however, wake up just in time to spy Error leaving. He knew he would do that and that was fine. He also knew if Error wanted to never speak to him again after this incident that was fine too. "Hey Glitch" Fresh smiled a bit when Error looked back at him. "One-time thing right?"
"...One-time thing" Error reassured, stepping out the door as it clicked behind him.
The smaller skeleton took this as an opportunity to rest. He wouldn't dwell on the events of the previous night too long.
Wasn't worth the moment.
A/N: Is it just me or do I treat the aus in the story like real adults?
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