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Souls of Glass Chapter 11

Well it’s been a bit since I posted here, eh? So here ya go!

Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Lost is my bb

Chapter 11

Lost sat in the living room with Frisk and Sans, looking at the two. "What's this about?" He asked. He was sitting in a pair of tight blue jeans, his slippers on his feet and a blue turtleneck on. "You guys said you wanted to speak to me..."

"Yup! We want you and Xans to get along better!" Frisk said brightly.

"Not that you two don't get along in....other ways." Sans eyed Lost and the albino blushed, rubbing the back of his head and looking the other way. "So, we wanna help you out."

"Why?" Lost tilted his head, rubbing his arms slightly.

"Because we're family, silly!" Frisk said, sitting next to him and giving him a small hug. Lost smiled a little and pat her head before nodding. "So, rule number one! The way to a man's heart is through his stomach!"

"H-Huh?"

"It's in the book Vapyrus let me borrow!" Frisk held a book up and Lost looked confused. "It also says you need to wear nice clothes!"

"Not that it'll matter too much between the two of you. You both prefer the 'birthday suit'." Lost glared and Sans chuckled softly. "It's true~..."

"Sans? What's a birthday suit? Is it covered in confetti?"

"N-Never mind about that!" Lost said, glaring at the small skeleton. "A-Anyways, Frisk, that isn't the only way to someone's he-"

"So what should we cook?" Frisk interrupted, smiling at Lost. "You cook really good! I wanna see what you'll make!"

No one is going to listen to me...are they? Lost thought and sighed. "Alright...so what do we have in the kitchen?" Frisk perked up and ran off to the kitchen, Chara's plush following her. Sans chuckled and Lost glared at him. "Are you trying to test me?"

"Nah, but seeing you riled up is kinda funny. You get so embarrassed by it." Lost huffed and crossed his arms. "Hey...just curious...is he your first relationship?"

".....Yeah....where I was from, I didn't really think about those kinds of things." Lost admitted. "So I'm not to sure what to do..." He frowned and rubbed his forehead. "I mean, what if he decides this doesn't work out? What if I fuck this up? What if-"

"Hey, one thing at a time." Sans said, placing a hand on Lost's. Lost looked down  to see he had been scratching his wrists, a new nervous habit he had recently picked up. "Let's go see what Frisk found in the kitchen, hmm?"

"Y-Yeah..." Lost followed Sans and sighed. I have no idea what to do....I hope Xans is faring better....

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"Grr.....fuck!" Xans snapped as he grabbed his head, looking at the clothes in the store. "This is utter bullshit!"

"Will you relax?" Vundyne scoffed as Xans looked around. Clothes filled his vision as he shopped. "Just think about what he normally wears and-"

"What he normally wears is bland and boring!" Xans huffed.

"Well, he is rather boring..."

"Are ya fuckin' insultin' him Valphys?" Xans growled angrily.

"No, just making an observation." Xans grumbled and continued to look through the clothes. "Besides, if you want to take him somewhere nice, you both need some nice clothes."

"Valphys, tuxedo's and suits are not in my brother's nature!" Vapyrus chimed in. Xans grabbed a few articles of clothing and put them in his cart. "No, I do not think Lost will like that."

"And how do ya know, bro?" Xans asked.

"Because pink is something those of opposite genders wear, do they not?" Xans looked down and scowled, tossing the pink scarf back onto a clearance rack. "Besides, does he not like blue and red?"

"Well yeah but...." Xans sighed and rubbed his face. Black looks hot on him too...so do tight ass skinny jeans....and tight shirts....and nothing....especially nothing.... Xans closed his eyes as he pictured Lost wearing the clothes he had in the cart, only to start imagining him without it on.

"Xans!"  He jolted and scowled at his smartphone. "Daydream later."

"I-I wasn't-"

"Brother, you were drooling." Xans grumbled and pulled his hood up, his face red with blush.

"Anyways~...looks like ya gotta find something ya know he'll adore!" Vundyne chimed in. "He really likes hoodies. And long sleeved things..."

Long sleeved... Xans frowned as he dug through the shopping cart. Yeah...only cause it hides his arms... He frowned and snapped his fingers. "I know exactly what ta get 'im!" He walked over and began looking at the jackets and hoodies, humming. "I know....ah-ha!"

"What did you find brother?"

"Not tellin'." Xans winked and tossed it in the cart. "Alright, I'mma hang up and buy this stuff, alright?" He turned his phone off and began heading towards the registers when he saw a sale sign above his head. He turned and grinned, licking his lips. Oh yeah.....one more thing...

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When Xans got home, the first thing he noticed was the smell of fresh cookies and other foods. Fuck...it smells nice in here.... "Hello? I'm back!" He walked into the kitchen and stopped. Lost was standing at the stove, pulling out a tray of cookies. He smirked and snapped a picture of Lost's ass in his blue jeans, then cleared his throat. Lost jumped slightly and turned around. Oh fuck me....

Lost's face had blue icing on it from the cupcakes sitting on the counter nearby, and the cookies he had just placed on the stove were double chocolate. His face was covered with a deep, red blush as he shifted anxiously. His hands had bright blue oven mitts on them, and an orange apron that said 'Kiss the Sweet Cook' was wrapped around him, the back tied gently in a white bow. Xans felt his grin grow as he walked in. "Now...I thought I smelled chocolate...." He stopped in front of Lost, lifting his chin to lock eyes with the young man. "But I'm pretty sure that it's ya...after all...yer one hell of a sinful treat."

"F-Flattery gets you nothing...." Lost mumbled, taken off guard by his appearance. Xans was wearing tight, black jeans and a tight, maroon colored shirt. He had on a leather jacket with silver studs around the cuffs, and on his hand was a small silver ring in the shape of a snake. "So don't try it."

"Heh, very well." Xans moved in and licked the icing off the corner of his mouth. "Ya missed a spot there Lost..."

"...Maybe I was saving it for you..."

"Ah, ya see? Yer gettin' ta know me so well already." Xans laughed. He brushed Lost's bangs from his eyes, twirling the locks gently between his fingers. "Ya know somethin'? Ya really have nice eyes..."

"Shut it." Lost scowled a little. Xans chuckled and tried to lean in for a kiss, only to suddenly find his mouth filled with a fresh chocolate cookie. "How is that?" Xans took the cookie out after taking a bite, eating it and smirking.

"Gee...I dunno Lost. Have ya even tried yer own cookie?" He pushed it into Lost's mouth, then began to eat it until their lips connected. "Mmm..." He hummed as Lost's hands slid up his shoulders, slowly sliding his coat onto the kitchen floor. He swallowed the cookie and continued to deepen the kiss, his own hands moving around with ease and untying the apron around Lost's waist. "Ya really are a sweet treat...." He whispered softly against his lips.

"And you....are full of it." Xans frowned as Lost's eyes cast down, briefly looking at his arms.

"Ya really think I am?" Lost remained quiet and he sighed, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "I'm not. I mean every word I say about ya, Lost." Lost's cheeks turned red and Xans smiled, moving up to nip his ear and lick it gently.

"X-Xans....s-stop...." Lost whispered, his body shaking a little as Xans's hands found their way under his shirt. "T-They're h-h-home..."

"Mmm, so~?" He whispered hotly in his ear, biting his earlobe and trailing kisses down his jawline and to his neck. "I'm hungry...and ya just look so sweet...I need a little more..." He licked and bit down on Lost's neck, making him gasp and reach out to grab at Xans's hair, tugging. The soft twinge of pain from the harsh pulling makes Xans bite harder, drawing blood. He licked the injury, letting it heal and catching the small, trails of blood that leaked out. "Mmmhmmm.....very sweet indeed...."

"T-That's...gonna mark you...asshole..." Lost panted, finally getting Xans to step back. Xans watched Lost pull his shirt up slightly, trying in vain to hide it. "Frisk'll be asking all week...."

"Let her, just don't tell her." Xans smiled and took a cupcake. "These look pretty good too. Didn't know ya could cook so well."

"...I had a pretty decent little teacher...." Xans turned to see a soft, sad smile on Lost's face. "She loved to cook. Sew too, she taught me everything she knew."

"She?" Xans frowned, feeling his gut churn angrily. A girl? What girl? I didn't know he-

"Yeah, her name is Hope. About Frisk's age, if not younger."

So...a kid. He sighed slightly. Good...no competition.... "So...was she like a little kid you'd babysit?"

"Tsk, sorta." He smiled softly. "She was always going into the woods, despite my many attempts to stop her from doing it, or telling her it was dangerous." He laughed a little. "I nearly h-" He stopped when he saw Xans watching him and he cleared his throat. "A-Anyways...she showed me a little here and there."  He turned back around, fixing the apron and continued working around the kitchen. Xans scowled a little and grabbed a spoon, taking the mixing bowl from Lost. "H-Hey-"

"Yer not the only one that can cook. Why not take those bags there, see what's in them. I'll finish here, alright?" Lost frowned and tried to take the spoon away, but Xans gently tapped his nose with it, getting green icing on it. "Nope. Do what I said."

"You can't boss me like-" Xans licked the icing from his nose and he flushed. "F-Fine! But only because you won't let me finish..." He grabbed the bags and walked into Frisk's room, Xans watching him leave.

Ya locked up on me there.... He thought. Woods, hmm? Is that where ya lived?

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Lost finished putting the clothes on in the bag and blushed a bit. I'd swear these are things he likes... He thought. So...why the hell did he buy these for me? He turned a bit in front of the full body mirror, frowning.  He had on a solid black shirt, a silver dragon printed on the front, coiling around a large, shimmering pearl. His pants were tight, black jeans with silver studs on the pockets. A hoodie covered the rest of him, black fur cuffing the hood. He adjusted the leather collar around his neck, looking down at the obsidian dragon resting against his pale skin. It's eyes were a deep, blood red ruby, and it was coiled in a way that left room for something else. Does....he really like this? Or is this really for him?

He looked down at the black cowboy styled boots he had on, the soles a dark gray with snake like patterns on the boots.  He walked out slowly, stopping as everyone stared at him. "W-What? Is it that bad? Really?"

"Nope!" Vundyne laughed, patting his back. "Ya look pretty hot actually!" Lost pulled the hood over his face, his cheeks tinted red. "Wow, since when did you get all bashful Lost? This is really different for ya!"

"I...well I-"

"Well they do say when you commit yourself to another, it changes you." Valphys said, not once looking up at Lost. "Perhaps this is what they meant?"

"Nah, I don't think so." Sans shrugged. "I think he's just finally opening up a bit more, mm?" Lost shifted a bit where he stood, his Soul hammering fast in his chest.  "Besides, she isn't lying. You look pretty good."

"Hah, my brother learned his taste in clothing from me!" Vapyrus puffed his chest out proudly.

"Umm, Lost? Are you ok?" Frisk asked, taking his hand. He now had black, fingerless gloves on, the leather smooth against her fingers. "You've been real quiet..."

Everyone.... Lost looked down at himself. They...they.... He felt a hand on his chin and his face was lifted, to stare into teal and green eyes.

"I must say....ya look real good Lost. Glad I picked those out fer ya." Xans's voice was calm and gentle, his eyes searching Lost's. "So? Ya like it?"

"I...I'm not...real sure." He admitted. "I've always worn the same thing, so..." Xans placed a hand on the collar around Lost's neck, touching the small charm there.

"Trust me, ya look hot." Xans chuckled softly. "No more hidin'...not fer you or me. We're gonna make this work." Lost nodded, then looked at Xans's neck. A black, leather collar was around it, and a small, marble dragon was hanging on it, the deep sapphire eyes shimmering. "Ah, so ya noticed?" He took the charm off and slid it onto the dragon around Lost's neck. With a very soft 'click' the two fit together perfectly. "See? Nice, hmm? Now everyone knows yer mine..."

"That makes you mine too then, right?" Lost asked with a smile. Xans let out a loud laugh and leaned down, kissing Lost softly. Lost responded back almost instantly, threading his fingers into soft, white hair as the others whistled in the background. Thank you....Thank you Xans. Maybe now things will go right....

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Souls of Glass Chapter 5

A timeskip and some insight into poor Lost’s depression QwQ My poor baby

Lost is mone, and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Chapter 5

Three weeks later....

Lost hummed as he pushed the vacuum around the house, ear buds in his ears. "Take me down to the river bend...." He pushed it along the carpet, his bare feet enjoying the feeling of the soft material beneath it.

"Ya look goofy." Xans said as he flipped through a book, chewing on some gum. He blew a large bubble and it gave a soft 'pop' as Lost looked his way. "I mean, Vapyrus usually does this."

"Well I don't see you helping with chores. And besides, Vapyrus is outside tending to the flowers with Frisk today." Lost said, turning his music back on. Xans smirked and pulled a screen up, flipping through songs until hitting one. Lost frowned when the song changed and he glared at Xans as he laughed. "Quit messing with my music!"

"Aww, c'mon! I wanna see ya 'dansen'."

"Ugh...." Lost's blue eye flashed and Xans was lifted into the air, hanging upside down. More magic surrounded the couch as he vacuumed under it before placing it gently back down, and depositing Xans on the floor roughly.

"Ow!"

"Serves you right." The teen huffed and continued to clean, changing his music back. Xans smirked and his large, data wings formed and he flew over Lost and back to the couch. "Why don't you help Sans clean up in the kitchen?"

"Cause I don't want to." Lost rolled his eyes and continued cleaning. Xans took a moment to look the young man over, his teal and green eyes narrowed slightly. He's getting circles under his eyes....is he not sleeping? He frowned and shook his head. Nah that ain't right. He sleeps like a log. He watched Lost finish up and put the vacuum away. "Did that wear ya out?"

"Hmm? No, I'm fine." Lost stretched and headed to the kitchen. Xans scowled a little and put his book down, following him. Sans was at the sink, scrubbing the dishes with a pink apron over his clothes. "You need any help?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking Lost. They're almost done." Sans smiled and Xans felt his scowl deepen looking at the two of them. He used his own magic to yank Lost to him and looked into his eyes.

"What the hell Xans?!" Xans smirked and leaned in close, his lips ghosting over his captive's. "Let me go Xans."

"Heh, last time ya said that....ya were begging for a different kind of 'release', no?" Just as Xans hoped, Lost's face turned beet red and he licked his lips. "If ya want....I can do that again."

"Fuck off!" Lost shoved him away and stormed outside as Xans watched him go. Sans stood in front of him, having finished and hung the apron up.

"Do you always have to be such a damned prick?" He asked. Xans looked down at him and clicked his tongue slightly. "You don't need to be so rude."

"I ain't actin' any different just because he doesn't like it." Xans said, shrugging. He turned to see Lost outside, kneeling next to Vapyrus and Frisk, helping them pull weeds. He walked outside and leaned against the door, watching them all interact. Sans teleported beside him and sighed. "What now?"

"I've noticed that he never looks at her when he talks to her."

"Who, ya mean Frisk?"

"Yeah....I asked Valphys to look some info up on why...her and Gaster are currently looking at information but it feels kinda...invasive." Xans just chuckled and Sans frowned. "You just made that dirty, didn't you...."

"Heh, I could go for an 'in depth' look if ya want."

"Ugh, Xans no." Sans shook his head. Xans leaned in close and Sans could feel the smirk against his skull.

"That wasn't what ya said a week ago Sans~...." Sans rolled his eyes and pushed him back. "Heh, just messin' with ya." Xans watched as Loat helped them plant a few new flowers, showing her how to do it. "Although he does have rather nimble fingers it seems..."

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Footsteps crunched the snow beneath his feet as he wandered in the dark. He felt the cold through his hoodie and shirt, the chill air like ice in his veins. Why...why is it so cold? Was it always this cold? Lost wondered as he wandered around. There was no moon above him, yet he could see his surroundings with ease. This looks like the woods but...it feels different...

He zipped his hoodie up and continued walking when he heard a familiar growling sound. Amalgams.... He held his hand out, but when no magic formed he froze. No....no what's happening?!  The noises grew louder and he felt terror grip at his soul. I....can't fight back? What's going on?!

He turned around and began to run. The tree branches seemed to grab at his clothes, like icy hands tearing at his clothes. He tripped over something and fell face first into the snow. "N-Ngh...." He wiped his face away, only to freeze when he noticed what was on his face. "D.....dust..."

"Help us...." Lost turned around as the voice echoed in the distance. Something grabbed his leg and he tugged away. A hand made of dust released him, but tried to grab him again. "Help....please...."

"We're so scared...." Another hand grabbed his left leg, the hand hot and sticky. He looked down to see the hand was formed of blood and bone, the bone piercing his pale skin. He shook and screamed, trying to get out of their hold.

"Let me go!"

"Please help!"

"They're coming!"

"They'll eat us!"

"No...no stop....stop it please!" Lost could hear loud, pounding footsteps coming and his eyes widened. The creature was large and dripping, the smell of its breath like rotting corpses and mold. The creature loomed before him and his Soul seized up. "L...let go..."

"It's coming....."

"It's there...."

"It's here!"

"Ah!" Lost's eyes snapped open and he fell out of his bed. He rubbed his head, groaning slightly. "Ugh......damnit...." He listened for a few moments, sighing when no one stirred in the house. "Good...didn't wake anyone." He slowly stood up and sat on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. "Fuck.....what the hell is with these nightmares?" He walked over to the coatrack and slipped on his blue hoodie, then he put on his usual slippers. He grabbed the small cellphone Frisk had gotten him and headed outside.

Locking the door behind him, he breathed in the night air and began to slowly walk down the street. I've forgotten why I never slept... he thought, hand stuffed in his pockets. He looked up at the sky, his sharp eyes still able to pick out a few, dim stars, the rest blocked by city lights. He wandered into the deserted park, glancing around before sitting on an iron bench.

The moon shone down gently on the pond, the small stirrings on the water making the reflection waver. It's a rather peaceful night out here... He smiled a little. It's so calm and quiet.... Lost sighed and looked down at his hands. Do I...even deserve this kind of peace? After everything I've done.... He gripped his hands into a tight fist, nails almost cutting skin. After all the lives these hands have stolen....do I dare to even think I deserve this chance?

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Xans walked down the street, a slight limp to his steps. "Heh, damn that guy really hit me hard..." He smirked and licked his lips. "Then again...I was able ta give as much as he took..." He chuckled to himself before stopping. A streetlight flickered above him as he looked around. Huh.... He closed his eyes and focused before he picked up on a familiar presence. Lost? What the hell is he doin' out 'ere?

He snuck behind a tree to watch the young man gazing out at the water. He had an odd, lonely look to him that made Xans's Soul and gut twinge at the sight. The moonlight made the white tips of his hair and skin give off a faint glow. To Xans, in that brief moment, he almost looked ethereal. The moonlight was covered by a cloud and the moment passed. Huh....

"I just...don't know..." Lost whispered to himself before sighing. Xans walked over and Lost turned, red eye flashing as a faint red glow covered his left hand. 

"Who-"

"Take it easy there Lost." Xans raised his hands and the glow faded. "Yeesh, ya glow around every handsome guy ya come across?" Lost just shook his head and Xans frowned. Huh....he usually retorts....what the fuck?

"Sorry Xans." Xans just stared at him as he turned back around. His shoulders were slightly slumped, making him almost look small in the shadows of the trees around them. "I just...I'm tired." Xans frown deepened as Lost brought his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Xans moved and sat next to him, wincing a little as his still sore rear sat on the iron.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Lost said quickly. "Just....I'm just tired."

"Of?"

"......I don't really know. Everything and nothing...." He admitted softly. 

"Life...death....pain and joy.....just..." He sighed and shook his head, hiding his face behind his legs. "I don't know." Xans placed an arm around Lost's shoulders, feeling him flinch and almost pull away. But he stopped and instead let the virus pull him gently closer.

"I don' have a fucking clue what's eatin' at ya. And yer refusal to talk about it doesn't help out much." He felt Lost tighten his grip on himself and shook his head. "But...ya don't have to worry. Ya got people here ta lean on, alright?" He felt Lost slump against him and he turned to him. "Oi, Lost?" Lost's legs slid from where they had been and for a small moment, Xans felt panic grip him. "Lost?!" He looked down and sighed when he saw Lost's face. Sleeping...ya damned jerk.

He watched as Lost shifted a little closer as a breeze blew past, making him shiver. Heh...ya'd prolly be blushin' like mad right now if ya were awake... He thought. He brushed a few strands from Lost's forehead to gaze down at his face. Dark circles were visible under his eyes, and Xans noticed how his body sagged from exhaustion. He sighed and looked up at the night sky. I can't wake 'im up. He looks.....happy. Xans frowned and looked back down at him. Happy, huh? Ta be fair...he's never happy around me. Then again I tease the shit outta him, but... Lost's head slipped against his shoulder, leaving a comforting warmth.

Xans watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even and deep. He shifted and lifted Lost into his arms with ease. "Alrighty...let's get home, hmm? So we're not sleepin' out here and catching a cold." He closed his eyes and focused on the living room. He opened them and he frowned a bit. He was standing in the kitchen, just a few feet from the blanketed couch and roll out bed. Weird...I know I teleported us ta the living room....whatever.

He walked over and placed Lost on his bed after removing his slippers and hoodie. Hanging the jacket up and placing the slippers by his bed, he made his way under the covers on the couch. Lost had turned to face him in his sleep, letting out a soft sigh and a tiny smile graced his features. Whatever the hell is eating at ya Lost...I hope it isn't that bad. Yer with all of us after all.... He smiled a little and closed his eyes. Night Lost....ya big softie.