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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 9

Everything eventually comes to a head, no?

Lost is my baby, and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Chapter 9                        

"Lost doesn't look too good."

"Mmmh..."

"Xans?"

"Mm."

"Xans!" Xans turned to Sans, looking tired himself. "You've been using too much of your magic again."

"So?"

"Xans, you're a fucking moron." Sans shook his head. "And on top of that Lost looks....really bad. Like...I dunno. It's not really possible for you both to get paler." He shrugged and turned. Lost was napping on the couch with Frisk sleeping next to him, Valphys fiddling on a screen while Vapyrus and Vundyne arm wrestled. "He just....doesn't look right."

"So what?"

"Xans for stars's sakes quit being such a jackass!" Sans flinched when Xans narrowed his eyes at him, but he stayed in his spot. "He's been here two months. The least you can do is try to be normal for once."

"Really? Two months?"

"Yes two months. Good grief Xans." Sans sighed and looked at him again, frowning. "Are you alright?"

"Mmm' fine..." Xans mumbled.

"Tsk, ok...whatever." Sans walked away and Xans sighed, turning and watching everyone. His gaze turned to Lost, asleep on the couch and Sans's words echoed in his head.

Something's wrong....that's what he said. But.....is there really? I mean, he seems fine. He thought. And yet.....what's this feeling I have? Uneasiness? He walked over and glanced down at Lost's face, frowning. He seems fine...yeah.

"Xans, staring like that can either make you a creeper, or you may actually appear concerned." Valphys said, not once looking up from her screen.

"Shut the fuck up..." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. His large, baggy black cargo pants shifted slightly, the chains clanking against one another as he leaned against the wall next to the lizard monster. "What do you know?"

"Considering how long I've know you? A lot." Valphys huffed. "I also no you keep pictures of him in your screens. Especially ones of his rather nice as-" Xans covered her mouth and she scowled, shoving him off. "The point is....you care."

"Tsk, about what? About him?" He glanced at Lost, having shifted in his sleep and now holding Frisk. "Whatever."

"Denying the truth will only make it worse....for the both of you." Valphys pointed out. "So as Sans was saying....quit being a douchebag."

"That's all any of ya ever say!" Xans snapped, tapping his foot angrily. "And I'm not-"

"You are. But if you don't see it, I'm not pointing it out to you." She shrugged and continued looking at her screen.  "I can't clear the corruption for the data about his world....I don't like this."

"Tsk." Xans watched as Lost's sleeping face scrunched up slightly, his fingers twitching in his sleep. What is yer story Lost.....and why aren't ya telling anyone?

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Lost flinched as the blade sliced his skin open, the flesh still raw from the night before. I....I can't be....doing this.... He thought weakly, gripping the sink to steady himself. But...but how else can I...atone? Vasriel's presence behind him was almost comforting as he finished, wrapping the gauze around his arms tightly, wincing as the material stung his fresh cuts.

"You're taking this seriously I see...." Vasriel spoke quietly, placing a hand on Lost's shoulder. Vlowey curled a vine around his left arm, squeezing it just enough to make Lost wince.

"I...I know this isn't right....it isn't..." Lost whispered, his limbs trembling from the pain. "But....but I...I have no other way....what else can I possibly do?" He flinched as Vasriel held him close, Vlowey's vines snaking around his neck. The thorns pricked his skin slightly, tiny droplets of blood dripping down the pale skin. "Ngh...st...stop..."

"If you wanted usssssssss to ssssssssstop....you would have made ussssssss by now." Vlowey chuckled. "After all, you have the ssssssssstrenght....the magic. Sssssssssso why let usssssssssss do thissssssss to you?"

"Hmm, perhaps he takes slight pleasure in the pain?" Vasriel smirked. Vlowey grinned and squeezed tighter, Vasriel covering his mouth as Lost attempted to scream. "Shh, hush now. Don't wish to wake anyone, do you?"

"Mmmph! Mmmngh...." Lost struggled, but vines spread over his limbs and through his clothes, preventing him from doing more than wriggling. "Mmm!"

"Look at him writhe." Vlowey cackled softly. "Ssssssssssssso good......yer flessssssssssh is rather sssssssssoft for ssssssssomeone sssssssso filthy." Vasriel leaned in close, licking the blood trickling from Lost's neck. Lost winced and panted from the touches, his body trembling where it stood.

"Mmm....tastes rather sweet....not befitting of you at all." Vasriel whispered. His hand reached up to cover Lost's eyes as the young man panted, trying to escape Vlowey's thorny grasp. "No wonder Xans craves your body....you fit well against him...." Vasriel grinned as Lost shook his head, his wrists bleeding more as Vlowey's grip grew even tighter, thorns piercing gauze and flesh. Vasriel released Lost as Vlowey retreated from his form, leaving the young albino gasping and trembling.

"W...what....what is your problem?" Lost panted, red and blue eyes glaring at the two. "What....what do you want from me?!" Vasriel moved in closer, leaning down so his face was close to Lost's and he grinned.

"What do I want?" A vine gently brushed Lost's bangs from his eyes, the orbs filled with fear. "I want to see this.....a sinner, paying for his sins." He vanished as soon as he finished speaking, leaving Lost alone in the dark bathroom. He collapsed to the floor, shaking and holding himself. He sat there for a long time, until he was finally able to stand up slowly and rewrap his injuries. His neck had been healed by Vasriel, but the feeling of his tongue on his skin lingered, making Lost squirm and rub his neck.

He's....he's....right.... Lost thought, looking down at his hands. I am filthy....tainted by my own actions.... He shivered and slid his sweater back over his body. This....I know it's bad...I know....but.... He looked at himself in the mirror, sighing. Dark circles were under his eyes from lack of sleep, his forehead coated in sweat and hair slightly disheveled. If I tell them...what then? I can't....they can't know what I've done. He sighed and rubbed at his stinging wrists. They wouldn't understand....

He left the bathroom and slid on his sandals, heading outside into the cool, autumn air. He shivered in the cool breeze, looking around only to hear arguing. Xans....at it again, hmm? He walked over as he watched a woman dressed in leather and high heel boots stomp off, Xans scowling after her. "Another rough night?"

"Tsk, why ya always gotta come out here?" Xans huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had a fake lip ring on the corner of his bottom lip, along with two piercings on his right ear. He was in a black, long sleeved shirt with a blue skull on it, the eyes filled with screaming faces and his usual black jacket. He was wearing tight black jeans and simple, black boots with a slight heel on them. "Ya know I always come back home. I don't need a fucking escort."

"So I'm not allowed to be concerned for you?" Lost asked, shrugging. "For all the people you've been pissing off lately, it's going to come back and bite you." "Tsk, whatever. Yer just a fucking motherhen."

"Someone needs to actually show concern for your habits."

"What, mad that I like ta sleep around?" Lost flinched a bit and shook his head.

"Sleeping around is all you do. Ever think about actually finding someone?"

"Ya mean get all feely and heartfelt? No fucking thank ya." Xans crossed his arms and brushed past Lost. "What's the goddamned point? It won't matter once I regain my real form again."

"....What if you never do?" Lost asked quietly and Xans stopped. "What if you and I are stuck as humans forever? What then, hmm?"

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Xans scowled as he pulled his hood up. "Then nothin'. I'll get my real form back...no matter what."

"Why? Is it really that much better?" Lost asked. Xans glanced at the young man behind him, scowling. Lost was wearing a long, dark blue sweater with a picture of two pieces of toast, one with jelly and the other with peanut butter that said 'We fit together', a gift from Frisk. He had baggy, gray sweatpants on and his slide on sandals. Xans looked over his form and frowned a little.

Why the baggy shit? He thought idly. Not like it matters...but.... "Course it is. I can do literally whatever the fuck I want."

"Like what you're doing now?" Lost countered. "Doing what you please....not thinking of others..."

"Oh like yer one ta fuckin' talk!" Xans huffed, still keeping his back to Lost. "What's yer story then, hmm? Got some sorta dark past ya don't wanna share?" He turned to see Lost shift anxiously in his spot, rubbing his arms. "Tsk, what, am I right?"

"My past doesn't concern you...know that I just want to forget it...." Lost whispered quietly.

'But you can't forget the past...' Vasriel's words echoed in his head and he gripped his hair slightly from the headache. 'And those you have killed are still dead....you cannot be absolved so easily Lost...'

"I...I just want to let it go. Is that so bad?" He asked. Xans didn't reply and Lost shook his head. "Whatever. Let's just get home..." Xans glared at Lost and stepped in his path. "What now?"

"Yer actin' weird." Lost scoffed and crossed his arms, looking away. "What?"

"Since when have you given a rat's ass about how I act or what I do?" Lost grumbled. "Never bothered to care before, so why now?"

"I don't care. Just wanted ta tell ya that ya look like shit." Lost flinched and backed up a bit, making Xans's chest hurt slightly. Shit....wrong thing ta say. Oh well... "Ya look like shit and ya smell off."

"I smell off? What are you, some fucking dog?" Lost glared at the sidewalk.

"Tsk, if anyone here's a dog, it's ya fer acting like a bitch." Stop...stop! His thoughts were at war with his words as Lost seemed to shrink a little more. "Yer constantly nagging me and won't leave me the fuck alone. Why, want my dick again that badly?"

"As if! I never asked for it in the first place!" Lost snapped, his red and blue eyes flaring slightly. "You practically forced yourself on me!"

"Ya were beggin' fer it!"

"I was not! Why the hell would I beg for anything like that from you?!" Lost got into his face, their foreheads pressed to one another harshly. "I didn't want it at all! You took advantage of me!"

"Tsk, cause it was that easy! Besides, it's the only shit yer ever gonna get!" Xans growled, his Soul screaming at him to be silent. "Because no one else out there is gonna want a goddamned fucking, whiny ass freak like ya!" Lost's eyes widened and Xans frowned. "W-Wait a sec, I-" Lost punched him hard in the face, sending him toppling to the ground. Shit...fucker's strong...

"Fuck. You." Lost hissed angrily, holding his hand close to his chest. "FUCK YOU XANS!" Lost's body was trembling as Xans stood up slowly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "What the fuck do you know?! You don't know that....you don't-" Xans walked up and punched Lost in retaliation, sending him hard to the ground.

"I don't fucking care!" Xans snapped. "Yer right, and ya know what? Ya can go screw yerself! Everythin' was fine until you showed up 'ere! Go back to whatever fucking hole ya came from, Lost!" Lost stood on shaky legs and tried to punch again, but Xans caught his wrist, gripping it tightly. "And ya can go rot there! I don't want ya....no one else here needs ya!"

"L-Let go!" Lost tugged against the grip, his breathing coming out in harsh pants as the grip tightened. "Xans...Xans please...let go!"

"Why, just so ya can hit me again?!" His grip grew even tighter and Lost let out a pain filled scream. Xans let go as Lost yanked his arm close to himself. "What the fuck's yer problem anyways?" Lost staggered slightly where he stood, looking up at Xans. Xans frowned when he noticed the sweat dripping from Lost's head, and his heavy breathing sounded off to him. "Oi...Lost, ya-" Lost took one more step when his knees buckled from under him. Xans rushed forward, feeling Lost lean heavily against him. He pulled him close as Lost's full weight leaned on him, and he moved Lost to a nearby bench. "Lost....hey Lost!"

Lost didn't budge as Xans looked at his chalky face. He placed a hand to his forehead and flinched. "Shit...he's burning up...." He grabbed Lost and closed his eyes to teleport, but a sudden wave of nausea made him stop. Shit...I....I can't...teleport..... He tried to summon one of his screens, but just as he started to call Valphys, the screen shattered. "Wh....what?" He tried again only for it to happen once more. "Shit...shit shit no.....no...." Panic slowly filled his Soul as he looked down at Lost, his breathing growing heavier. "Fuck...fuck what do I do?!" He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "Wait....Lost never leaves without...." He dug into Lost's pockets and found his cellphone. Yes! He flipped through the numbers and found Valphys. He clicked the button and listened to the dial tone. "C'mon....c'mon!"

"Lost? Is that you? Where the hell are you?" Valphys replied. "You didn't go out after Xans again, did y-"

"Valphys!"

"Xans? What the fuck are you doing with Lost's cell? No, better, why are you on a cellphone?"

"My magic's on the fritz and Lost...Lost passed out! He's burning up and I can't carry him all the way there! Get Sans out here now!" Valphys hung up and Xans waited, picking Lost up and holding him. Shit....fuck, hang on Lost....

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Xans sat next to Frisk's bed as he watched her place a wet cloth to Lost's forehead. "He's really sick..." She whimpered. Xans gritted his teeth and turned away. "Is he going to be ok Valphys?"

"Yes. He'll be just fine." Valphys had Sans take Frisk to the living room and she glared at Xans. "Explain. NOW."

"There ain't much ta say. We argued and he just collapsed." Xans shrugged, feeling his own Soul pang painfully.

"It's more than that." Valphys pulled Lost's sleeves down and showed the virus his bandaged arms. The wrist Xans had grabbed was stained dark red and he winced.  "The cuts here are deep....and some are healing. He's been doing this for awhile." Xans felt guilt and anger roil in his chest and he gripped the sheets angrily.

"Now why the fuck is he doin' shit like that?"

"Because no one else out there is gonna want a goddamned fucking, whiny ass freak like ya!"  Xans's eyes widened as his own words echoed in his mind, and Lost's expression seemed to come into sharper focus. "I don't fucking care!"  His eyes were in pain, flickering between anger and agony. "Yer right, and ya know what? Ya can go screw yerself! Everythin' was fine until you showed up 'ere! Go back to whatever fucking hole ya came from, Lost!" The pain increased and his red and blue eyes were shining with unfallen tears.  "And ya can go rot there! I don't want ya....no one else here needs ya!"

Fuck....I fucked up.....why the hell did I say that shit? He thought, gripping his head and shaking it. "I'm such a goddamned moron..."

"We've been telling you that for the past month." Valphys huffed, scanning Lost with her screens. "He's got an infection, but it isn't too bad. He just needs rest, fluids and some warm food." She turned to Xans as he stared at Lost, his eyes scanning over Lost's prone, thin form. "Xans?"

Fuck, just look at him. He's lost weight.....it seems like 10 pounds....maybe more... His thoughts rambled on, his Soul twinging with regret. His skin's all chalky....almost gray.....he's got dark circles under his eyes.....fuck....fuck! How did I not see this sh-

"Xans!" Xans jolted and turned to Valphys, the lizard monster sighing. "Frisk has school in the morning....I need you to stay with Lost tonight."

"Why me?"

"Because I said so." Valphys said. "Plus, he'll need your body heat. Stay close." Valphys shut the bedroom door and Xans was left alone with the young albino. He watched as Lost's breathing grew ragged and he grabbed his hand tenderly.

"Fuck...Lost I....I'm sorry..." He whispered. "Yer right....I was being stupid." He admitted and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just....not used ta this human feeling bullshit....ya know?" He frowns and grips his hand tighter. "I am sorry....so sorry....."

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Vasriel watched from outside as rain fell hard against the house. "Tsk, well that's interesting.....he actually does care for him."

"What do we do now?" Vlowey asked. Vasriel smirked and held his hand out, showing a small, strand of purple code.

"Nothing for now....we sit and wait..." He chuckled. "I got what I wanted, after all..."

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Souls of Glass Chapter 7

And now we begin to get into a more depressed side of Lost QwQ My poor bb.

Lost is mine and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Chapter 7

Lost slowly opened his eyes, yawning as the sun hit his face. "Ngh......" He slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in his back. Shit....ow... He looked around the small hotel room, confused for a brief moment before the memories of last night flooded back into him. Xans....holy shit.... He blushed darkly and looked around for the albino, but he didn't see or hear him. "Xans? You there?"

Hearing nothing, Lost slowly got up, rubbing his arms and looking down at the floor. His tattered shirt and pants laid there, and his face turned even redder. "I...I can't believe we did that...." He looked at his arms and finally noticed he was wearing Xans's black jacket. "Why am I wearing this?" The jacket was a little baggy on his slightly thinner frame and he fiddled a bit with the leather strings. It's comfy....warm.... He inhaled, then let out a soft sigh. Smells like him too....like... He frowned a little. No. Nope. Not going there.

He took the jacket off and went to stand, only to have pain go up his spine. He hissed and sat back down. "Ow...shit...that hurt...." After taking a few moments, he stood again and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a quick, hot shower, he felt more refreshed and dried his black hair. "Ugh....what a night..."

"I will say so." Lost's red eye glowed and he spun around, holding his scythe out at the figure behind him. "Easy there Lost......I am not going to hurt you." Lost narrowed his eyes. A tall, purple monster stood before him, wearing clothes he recognized. White eyes looked down at him, sharp horns on his head. A small flower was coiled around him and Lost sneered at it. "Sorry to startle you."

"Perhaps you could've fucking knocked." He growled, still holding his weapon. Blood leaked through his fingers and dripped onto the tile floor. "Who the fuck are you? You're clearly one of the viruses."

"Ah, my name is Vasriel. I do not live with the others." He said and Lost backed up slightly.

"Oi, don't forget me, jack asssssssssssss...." The flower loomed behind Vasriel. "The name's Vlowey......bessssssssssst not forget it!"

"I don't give two shits who either of you are. Get the fuck out of here." Lost snapped. These two...they feel different from the others. Stronger....and I can sense the malice in them. Lost frowned.

"Now that is quite rude." Vasriel smirked as he moved closer. Vlowey raised vines in the air, wrapping them around Vasriel's arms gently. "And all we wanted to do was give some advice."

"Right, like I'll believe that shit." Lost spat. He made to brush past Vasriel, but the virus goat monster easily pushed him back into the bathroom. "Get the fuck out of my way."

"Why?" Vasriel smirked. "You could just kill us. I mean....your LV is quite high.....25, isn't it?" Lost's fingers twitched and he looked down. "Are we wrong?"

".....What the hell do you want?" Lost growled, glowing eyes hidden by his bangs.

"Like I said...to give some advice." He chuckled. "You truly think so badly of us?"

"I don't know you." Lost countered.

"Just like how everyone else doesn't know you? The real you?" Lost paled as Vasriel held a screen out. It showed him killing countless people, their screams echoing in his mind. "The you that you're so desperate to hide? The you that kills without mercy?" He watched as his scythe cut through people, sometimes cleanly, other times more bloody. His blasters fired and incinerated flesh from bone, dusting monsters of all sizes.

"I....I'm not like that anymore..." Lost shook his head, looking off to the side. "I haven't been in a while....I..."

"You've changed. That's what you think, isn't it?" Vasriel smirked as Lost's weapon finally vanished. "But it isn't true...and you know that." He smirked as Lost backed up further, his back hitting the sink counter. "And if they knew the truth.....where do you think you'd be now? You think Frisk would look at you with the same kindness?"

"Stop it...."

"You think Valphys would be willing to help you get home? You think Vapyrus and Vundyne would joke and laugh with you?"

"Please...stop...."

"You think Xans would waste his time on someone like you?" Lost flinched and turned away, gripping his arms tightly. "Ah....hit a sore spot, hmm?" Vasriel chuckled. "Face it. To him, you're nothing more than another fling." Lost's eyes widened as vines slowly brushed his hair from his face and a fuzzy paw pressed to his cheek. "You mean nothing to him. All he wanted out of you was your body...and even that wasn't much."

"Shut up...." Lost trembled, gripping the sink tightly. "He...I know he doesn't...see me like that but he isn't that shallow!"

"So you think. But people never change....and he is no exception." Vasriel chuckled. "Why do you think he left you here all alone?" Lost shivered as Vasriel grinned, hands placed gently on his shoulders. "I'm even willing to bet he lied about what you both did last night....and where you currently are."

"No. He isn't like that."

"Still trying so hard to cling to that delusional hope?" He smirked. A screen flashed in front of Lost, showing him Xans wandering around at night, meeting up with random people and leaving their homes at night, sometimes with a slight limp. Lost felt his chest tighten as he watched, unable to look away. "Always the same....never changing...." He then showed Lost last night, and Xans leaving him behind after waking up three hours before him. "And no one can make him change." Lost looked down and shivered, trying to hide his bare chest. "Look at yourself...."

Lost looked in the mirror, his scarred riddled chest sticking out to him the most. "Hideous. Your sins cling to your body just as dust would cling to that ghost." Lost's breath hitched and he covered his chest more. "Imagine how Xans would react if he knew the truth about you...."

"Go away!" Lost spun around, eyes glowing angrily. Vasriel backed up slightly, a grin on his face as Vlowey cackled.

"Sssssssso sssssssensssssitive~...." The flower grinned. "Do you truly think he'd care about your feelingsssssssss? I mean, he left you here all alone......and it wasssssss your firsssssssssst time assssss well...." Lost looked at the floor, shivering slightly. "You are hopelessssssssss."

"However....we are just like you."

"Huh?" Lost looked up as Vasriel stepped closer again, an almost comforting smile on his face. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"We aren't allowed to stay there because of.....past events. They are unforgiving to those who hurt others...even if it was for the right reasons. In that regard, we are very similar, aren't we Lost?" Lost remained silent and Vasriel chuckled. "I see...you need some form of proof." He turned as Lost's cellphone went off. 

"That must be him...go ahead and answer.......and you'll see." Lost walked over and picked the phone up.

"Hello?"

"Well mornin' ta ya, sleepyhead." Xans's light, teasing tone echoed over the phone. "Hey, ya mind gettin' some groceries on yer way home? I told them that's why yer out,oh, and I left ya a little money fer a new shirt."

"You...didn't tell them we-"

"Tsk, ya honestly think I want Frisk ta hear that? She's just a kid." Lost turned to Vasriel, who just shrugged. "Also, please be careful with mah jacket....it's important to me."

"...Alright. I'll uhh...see you at the house." He heard the call hang up and he slumped.

"See? I told you so."

"Piss off...he had a very valid reason."

"Keep telling yourself that Lost." Vasriel smirked. "Well....We'll take our leave for now. But if you ever wish to talk...just come to the park alone." He smirked. 

"Also...for your safety, best not mention that we were here." Vasriel flickered and vanished, leaving Lost alone again.

Xans isn't like that.....he....he isn't...... He thought, but his chest ached even as the words entered his mind. ....Right?

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Xans hung up and sighed, running fingers through his hair. Ugh....damn. He didn't sound to happy... He thought, sitting down on the couch. "Fuck..."

"Alright Xans....what did you really do?" Sans asked, arms crossed.

"Tsk, why ya so nosy? Wish ya were there?" Xans chuckled. Sans rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. "It's none of yer business."

"True...but Lost never leaves here without telling someone. If he was grocery shopping, he'd have waited until we were awake to tell us." Xans ignored Sans, looking out the window and sighing. "Xans-"

"Whaddya want me ta say that ya can't figure out on yer fucking own?" Xans growled, his lips curled into a snarl. "Yer really pissin' me off this mornin' Sans..."

"Oh really now?" Sans frowned. "And you're being a no good, grumpy asshole. What did you-"

"We fucked, alright?" Xans sighed and rested his head on his arm, looking out the window. Sans was quiet for awhile and Xans glanced at him with his green eye. "What?"

"...You're serious right now, aren't you." When Xans didn't reply the small skeleton shook his head. "Xans-"

"I don't wanna hear yer shit."

"He isn't just a fling, you dipshit! Sure, leave those behind if you want, but this is Lost we're talking about here!" Sans snapped. "He isn't someone you can just fucking ditch! He lives here-"

"As a guest." Xans said. "This ain't his home." Xans felt a hand grab his arm tight and he glared down at the small monster. "Release m-"

"You have no right to say that. Frisk welcomed him here, same as all of us." Sans hissed through clenched teeth. "This is as much his home as ours!"

"He may be living here, but this isn't his home, and we're not his family!" Xans snapped, spinning around and holding Sans by his neck. His teal and green eyes seemed to flicker with emotions and Sans coughed, clawing at the hand squeezing him. "Get that through yer fuckin' skull, you idiot!" Sans struggled more as he was lifted off the ground, Xans baring his teeth in anger. "He ain't fucking staying here! This-" Blue magic surrounded him and he was tossed aside, releasing Sans as he hit the floor. "Fuck!"

"What the hell is your problem?" Xans looked up to see Lost walking over, his blue eye and left hand glowing. He knelt next to Sans as he coughed, rubbing his neck. "You alright?"

"I-I'm fine Lost....thanks." He said softly, standing up. Lost walked over to Xans and held a hand out. Xans looked at it before slapping it aside, getting up on his own.

"What were you doing?" Lost asked. The groceries were sitting on the counter, and Xans could see his jacket still on Lost, hugging his frame slightly.

"....Nothin'. Just a family squabble, that's all."

"Family squabbles don't usually result in you nearly choking someone to death." Lost narrowed his eyes.

"And what the fuck would ya know about our family fights?" Lost's eyes widened a little, and for a moment, Xans's stomach churned painfully at the slightly hurt look Lost's eyes held. "Ya haven't been 'ere long enough to know jack shit."

"I-"

"Yer an outsider that got stuck 'ere." Xans continued, despite his own Soul panging hard in his chest. He walked forward, jabbing his finger into his chest. "Ya don't know anything about me."

"...I never said you." Lost said softly, his red and blue eyes flickering with hurt and uncertainty. Xans's eyes widened and he scoffed, backing away. His form flickered, as if to teleport, but it ended abruptly and he wobbled on his bare feet. "Xans?"

"Wh...what the....the fu...." He felt light headed, and the world tilted in his vision. The last thing he felt was arms wrapping around him as the world blackened.

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When Xans opened his eyes, he could hear voices from near the entrance to Frisk's room. "He isn't going to like this...." Valphys sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

"Well tough shit." Vundyne piped in. Xans slowly sat up, rubbing his head as it pounded slightly. The two turned to him as he sighed. "Ah, he's awake. Good evening, ya dumb fuck."

"Evening? How long was I out?"

"Several hours. It's 7 in the evening now Xans." Valphys said, pulling a screen up. "Vundyne, go let them know he's awake...that way Frisk and Sans will eat something." Vundyne walked off as the doctor sat down next to Xans. "So....I'm just going to say it. You're losing your magic."

"I...I what?" Xans laughed, shaking his head. "That's fucking stupid. I'm not-"

"She isn't lying." Xans looked up to see Lost standing next to him. He was in the corner of the room, arms crossed in front of his plain red t-shirt, blue jeans hugging his legs perfectly that made Xans's gaze linger on them. "I've been losing it to."

"Then how come ya haven't passed out, eh?" Xans scowled.

"Because unlike you, he doesn't use his magic at a constant rate. Your screens, teleporting...even your tail is a constant use of magic." Valphys explained. "I've been monitoring you since you appeared here as a human, and I would have more evidence earlier if it wasn't for the 'other distraction'....." She growled slightly, glancing at the young man in the corner. Lost shrugged, his face showing indifference. "Regardless, you need to cut back on using it."

"Or what?"

"You'll lose it all and be stuck a human." Xans's eyes widened as Valphys left, his gaze then turning to Lost.

"Not surprising. Humans in this world don't have magic, so it'd make sense we'd lose our powers." Lost said. Xans huffed and looked away, irritated. "It isn't that big of a deal."

"Maybe ta you, it ain't." Xans grumbled. He sighed and rubbed his neck. "Ugh...look....sorry." Lost raised a pale brow in confusion. "I uhh....prolly should've at least left a note or something...ya know, explaining why I left."

"Or you could have stayed." Lost scowled. "Look, it's fine, alright?" Xans frowned as Lost rubbed his upper arms slightly. "I get it. You're right. This isn't my home....I'm lucky Frisk has been kind enough to let me stay." He sighed and went to say more when Frisk burst in, tackling Xans in bed.

"W-Woah kiddo-"

"You're ok! Thank goodness....I was so worried Xans!" Sans walked in also, the small doll of Chara floating in only to be slapped aside by Vapyrus, who also hugged Xans on the bed. "You just....you collapsed and-"

"Heh, I'm fine kiddo. Guess I was bone tired."

"Xans! That joke is old and no longer counts!"

"Well, tibia honest, I'm just out of new material." Sans snickered as Vapyrus screamed at him. He turned as everyone chatted, and his gaze caught Lost's. Lost's eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness to them as he watched them all.  Xans watched as he quietly slipped out of the room, with no one the wiser. Lost......shit.

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Vasriel watched from a distance away, smirking as Xans left the house at night. "Typical. He never truly learns...."

"Can we follow him?" Vlowey asked with a twisted grin on his face. "I wanna sssssssssssee what he'sssssssssssss up to."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out, Vlowey." Vasriel shrugged. "Besides....he isn't the one we're focused on right now." He held a hand out, watching it flicker and glitch out slightly. "He won't ever let his guard down. But...." He turned around to the park, seeing Lost sitting once again at the lakeside. He looked lonely, the dim moonlight shimmering on the lake in front of him. "He will. With time and patience."

"Time is sssssssssssssomething we do not have Vasssssssriel!" Vlowey snapped. "We sssssssssssssshould find a way to sssssssspeed thingssssssss along!" Vasriel moved in closer to Lost, a grin on his face. "What do you have in mind?"

"Hmm...." He smirked and hid in the shadows, watching as Lost scanned his surroundings, sensing his presence but not seeing him. "The Soul is afraid.....perhaps....." He smirked and licked his lips. "Oh this will indeed be fun...."

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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.

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Souls of Glass Chapter 4

And the smut begins~! Do enjoy XD It gets better I promise...well maybe. I’m not the most confidant in those scenes lol

Lost is mine and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Chapter 4

"And over there is the mall!" Frisk pointed, holding both Lost and Xans's hands as they crossed the street. She watched as Lost's gaze followed the skyline, his eyes alight with awe. "Do you like it?"

"I....haven't really been in a city before." Lost mumbled.

"So yer a country hick?" Lost glared as Xans grinned. "Good. I like boys that know how to play 'dirty'."

"Xans, c'mon! You promised no dirty jokes!"

"Fine kiddo, I'll keep it 'clean.'." Lost rolled his eyes and Frisk giggled a little at his jokes. " Ya really need ta loosen up a bit Lost."

"No thanks." Frisk sighed and rubbed her forehead as she grabbed Lost's hand. 

"Wha-"

"This way! There's a clothes store I want to take you both to!" Lost looked at Xans helplessly as he was dragged and Xans just gave him a big, toothy grin. 

"Oh no you don't Xans!" Xans blinked as Frisk stalked back to him, dragging Lost along like a ragdoll and grabbing his hood.

"H-Hey now! Easy Frisk!" Xans complained as he fell in line next to the other albino, both at the mercy of the young child. "Aww c'mon~ Frisk! I like mah clothes!"

"Well you need new ones."

"But-"

"No complaining Xans."

"Listen, I-"

"Same for you Lost!" Both boys groaned as Frisk dragged them into the store.

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"Are you really sure these will look good?" Lost asked from behind a dressing room door. Xans was in a door next door, humming to himself.

"Absolutely!" Frisk giggled, sitting outside on a bench. "Trust me!"

"But...Xans is the one who picked some of these clothes..."

"Well, trust me anyways!" Lost sighed and opened the door slightly, peeking his head out. "C'mon Lost! I wanna see!"

"Alright..." Lost walked out, glancing around. He stepped out slowly and shut the door, standing there with his hands shoved into pockets. "S-So?" He was wearing long, tight blue denim jeans, small tears here and there. On his feet were a pair of black slip on shoes, his white socks just barely visible. He had a baggy red and black striped t-shirt on underneath a leather, button up jacket. 

"Uhh....I still don't really think this suits me..."

"I think you look good Lost." Frisk smiled and circled him a bit. "Everything fits you just right!"

"Mmmmhmmm~....not arguin' there." Lost turned and blinked as he stared at the albino across from him. Xans stood there with a black coat, leather straps and buckles undone to show his black tank top underneath it. There were holes in the shoulders, showing off his pale skin as he shrugged. He had long, baggy black pants on with chains looping behind them and silver studs dotting the seams. He had on his black sandals and he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Yer starin' Lost. See somethin' ya like?"

"I-I...I-"

"Wow, speechless too? Must be doin' somethin' right...." Xans licked his lips and he grinned as Lost turned away, his face red. Embarrassment? Or perhaps.... He stopped as he caught a brief whiff of something sweet and dark and his grin widened. Ah...I see. Tsk tsk tsk....

"So you both like your clothes? Get changed while I go pay for them! I'll wait in the food court!" Lost nodded and turned around, heading back into the room. He took the clothes off and he handed them to Frisk after changing, smiling.

"Thank you Frisk." He said. Xans walked out and handed her his new clothes as well. The moment Frisk left, Lost sighed softly. "I feel bad making her-" A hand suddenly wrapped around his throat and he felt himself being slammed into the room he had come out of. "Wh-X-Xans!"

"Heh....ya think I didn't smell that?" Lost's eyes widened as Xans's tail locked the door, then moved to hold his wrists above him. "I didn't know black and silver could turn ya on..."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Unhand me!" Lost struggled, but the tail tightened around his wrists and her growled, his lips curling into a sneer and showing off his fangs. "I swear Xans, I'll-"

"Aww, c'mon Lost~...." Xans moved in close, his tongue licking his lips and moving close to Lost's own lips. "I told ya....ya need to loosen up a bit..." Xans shifted closer, his tongue flicking out and licking his ear. Lost's breath hitched and he glared at the young man, eyes glowing. "Sensitive eh?"

"Let me go Xans...." Lost growled and Xans felt his spine shiver.

"Ooooooh~ that one felt nice..." Xans chuckled. His hands trailed down to Lost's basketball shorts and he palmed the front of it with a grin. "Yer hard too....tsk tsk. Do ya have any shame at all?"

"Ngh! L-Le-ah?!" Xans squeezed him and he jerked suddenly. "Wh-What was-"

"Ya see...as humans we're a little more sensitive. We get turned on by all kinds of things." Xans explained. "Lemme show ya...." He slipped his hands slowly down Lost's pants and the teen gasped and wiggled from the gentle, teasing strokes Xans's cold fingers caused along his member. "Heh....ya see?"

"St-Stop i-ahung......" Lost writhed slightly as Xans leaned in to nibble on his neck, his hand stroking his hard on. "G-Gh....Xans....wh-why are...."

"Why am I doing this?" The slang dropped from his voice and Lost gasped as his hot breath tickled his neck. "Because I want to....and it seems your body wants to, as well." He slid Lost's pants down and knelt in front of him. He looked at Lost's half lidded eyes, watching him pant. "I remember the first time I began to feel that...." He moved closer to Lost's straining member, flicking his tongue out as pre-cum beaded at the tip. Lost let out soft, breathy moans as his wrists were released and hands tugged at Xans's hair.

"St-Sto-hngh...."

"The feeling...it was so overwhelming." He continued, tongue trailing the hot skin. "Every part of me felt like it was burning.....a sweet, scorching, seductive heat..." Hands gripped his white hair harder as his mouth inched closer. "It consumed me....devoured my very Soul." He gave Lost one more glance. "It took over....and it was bliss." He slipped his mouth around Lost's member and he grinned as he heard Lost whine and moan.  He slid on him further, his cold hand reaching up to fondle Lost's sac.  Lost gasped loudly, his limbs trembling from his overstimulated nerves.

Xans continued to suck on him, enjoying the slight, salty taste coating his tongue from Lost's pre-cum. Mmm....better than what I expected....He thought as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making Lost moan more.

"X-Xans.....ngh....I-I.....ungh...." Lost's face was shaded crimson as his mouth opened in closed in soft pants. Drool slid down his chin as his eyes rolled back. He felt like his entire body was on fire as Xans's sinful mouth moved up and down his shaft. "G-Gh....please....."

"Mmmh?" The hum around his member made Lost groan louder as his knees shook. Xans slid off of him slowly, saliva linking his mouth to Lost's straining member. "What do ya want?"

"G-Gh...uh....I-I.....uhn...."

Heh...he can't even talk straight....must really be outta it.... He thought and latched back onto him, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Lost let out one more loud moan of Xans's name before cum filled his mouth. Xans swallowed it all, reveling in the taste. He licked everything up and moved away from Lost. Lost's legs buckled and Xans caught him, looking at his face.

Lost's eyes had fallen shut, his forehead covered in sweat. Passed out hmm? He smirked and helped pull Lost's pants back on. "Not a surprise...happened ta me too." He carefully lifted Lost into his arms, feeling the young man slide easily against his chest. "Yer gonna be a hell of a lotta fun...." He left the fitting room only to see a store employee staring at him. "Heh, it was on our bucket list." He walked past the poor, stunned woman with a big, toothy grin. The woman watched and just shook his head.

"It's days like these that make this job never boring...."

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"I can't believe he just fell asleep like that!" Frisk pouted as she put the clothes in the washer. "I mean, we were having fun, right?"

"Of course we were kiddo." Xans ruffled her hair playfully. Lost was still asleep, Xans having placed him on the couch. "But he hasn't exactly been human for very long."

"Funny, his sudden exhaustion seems to be fro-" Xans covered Valphys's mouth and the yellow monster struggled, glaring angrily at Xans.

"Anyways, thanks for buying those clothes Frisk." Xans said with a smile. "When Lost wakes up, I'm sure he'll thank ya too."

"Hee hee, no problem at all!" Frisk ran off, carrying Chara's doll and Xans released Valphys's mouth.

"Ya really need to learn what to say and what not ta say with a kid around doc."

"And you need to learn some decency! There is a time and place for everything Xans!" Valphys hissed at him angrily.

"Yeah, and that was the perfect place and the right time for a good bj." Valphys threw her arms in the air, exasperated. "Sides, it was kinda one sided....I need a little care myself."

"You still have an erection?!"

"What can I say? It was a gorgeous sight."

"Oh my fucking stars Xans!" Valphys snapped. "Listen. You're human now! You can't just do whatever you goddamned please!" Xans turned around, his teal eye giving off an eerie glow.

"And ya can't tell me what the fuck ta do Valphys." His voice was low and threatening. "I'll do whoever, and whatever I wan'." He brushed past her and smirked. "Now if y'all excuse me...." He walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He slid down the porcelain, tile wall and rubbed his forehead. "Fuck me....that was a rather interesting sight..." He mumbled, looking at the tent in his pants. "I'm surprised he didn't wake up with this pressing against him...."

Xans pulled his own pants and boxers down, looking at his straining member. "Heh.....his little noises of restraint were a nice change too..." He gripped the base of his member and closed his eyes. I wonder how he'd feel....compared to my skin he's warm.....soft.....smooth..... He could picture Lost's heated red and blue eyes as he stroked himself, the feeling of his fingers tugging on his white hair. Xans felt pressure building inside him, his gut coiling as he imagined Lost's hands touching his arms and chest, his soft moans still present in his mind.

He came hard into his hand, groaning as he slid against the wall and panted. Shit......I haven't come that hard....well ever. He thought with a satisfied grin. May have to do that to him more often.... He wiped himself down with toilet paper and washed his hands.  As he left, he saw Lost sitting up and talking to Vapyrus and Vundyne. As the young man turned his way, his face turned beet red and he looked away, wringing his hands anxiously. Aww, he's so bashful~....

"Xans!" Vapyrus smiled brightly at his brother as Xans sat with them on the couch, right next to Lost. "Lost was telling us about your shopping trip!"

"Oh he was, was he~?" Xans grinned and placed a hand gently on the young man's knee, making Lost jerk slightly. "I'll bet he said it was a ful'filling' experience..."

"Hah! His face is so red!" Vundyne chuckled. "What did ya do to him Xans?"

"Oh, well-" Lost covered his mouth and he cackled behind it.

"Aww I wanna know!"

"N-No Vapyrus. It uhh....wasn't exciting." Lost mumbled. The two virus's huffed as Lost uncovered his mouth and sighed. "I....just got exhausted. It's been a long two days."

"Very true! It isn't every day you see a skeleton suddenly get all...fleshy." He pointed out. Lost huffed and walked out, Xans following him.

"Heh, don't tell me yer gonna be a prude all of a sudden." Lost stopped as they stepped into the yard, his fists clenched. "What's the matter, eh?"

"Why....why did you do that?" Lost asked, his voice shaking. Xans tilted his head as the young albino looked at him, his red eye glowing slightly. "Why did you....you....."

"Suck ya off?" He chuckled. "I wanted to. Besides....ya had a rather sweet scent...yer lust was....interesting."

"Ugh, don't remind me." He rolled his eyes. "I suppose I should thank you...even if it was against my will." He admitted. "It was....odd." Xans watched Lost shift anxiously in his slippers. "But......don't do that again. Please."

"Tsk, makin' no promises there." Lost turned around to have Xans's face close to his, hands holding his arms to his side. "However.....yer welcome. As for why I did it?" He chuckled and leaned in to whisper to his ear. "I fucking felt like it." He moved away as Lost scowled at him. "Things are different here Lost.....best get used to it quickly."

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Souls of Glass Chapter 8

And now things get even worse for Lost. There IS self harm and mentions of self harm in this. If you are uncomfortable reading it, then skip this chapter.

Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue and Lost is my bb

Chapter 8

Xans waited under the bus stop's roof as rain fell down hard. That whore couldn't get me even half hard.... He thought and sighed. She ain't worth the fucking money. Bitch! His eyes scanned the lonely, greyed streets as rain pelted the pavement. "Ugh....rain....I hate the rain." He mumbled.

"Well, I like it." Xans turned quickly to see Lost sitting next to him. He was wearing a thin grey turtleneck, his blue hoodie and baggy blue jeans. He had a simple pair of sandals on, his feet dry since he had teleported. "It muffles the world.....and allows sounds far to quiet to speak up."

"Jesus Lost. Do ya gotta do that?"

"You're no different." Lost shrugged.

"Tsk, yer just filled with sunshine, aren't 'cha?" Xans stood and stretched, yawning slightly. "I'm headin' home. See ya." He vanished as soon as Lost blinked and he sighed, slumping against the seat as the rain finally trickled away.

"Well, he looked rather.....high strung." Lost glanced to his side to see Vasriel floating close by, chuckling softly. "It's almost like he's avoiding you."

"Shut the fuck up. No one asked you." Lost sighed, running a hand through his black hair. "....I'm sure he's just irritated by the thought of losing his magic."

"Sure. Yet he avoids you and talks to everyone else." Vasriel gave Lost a side glance as the young man rubbed his arms, looking away. "You know why."

"I-It isn't because of me." He whispered, his voice wavering slightly. Vlowey snickered next to Vasriel as the two moved behind Lost. Vasriel gently placed his large hands on Lost's shoulders, making him flinch. "It isn't...."

"Are you so certain? Perhaps....he senses it." Vasriel leaned down close to his ear, grinning as his hot breath brushed Lost's cold ear. "Your sins.....he can still sense them."

"No...no those.....I didn't want...." He grabbed his head and shook hard. 

"I've....been good here. I won't hurt anyone anymore...I can't sense it....so-"

"You think that absolves you?" A fuzzy paw slid up Lost's arms slowly, and the moment he pressed hard, Lost yanked his arm away. "No. This changes nothing....it fixes nothing. You caused suffering....so much pain..."

"I...I...." His body trembled as he stood, trying to move away. Vasriel simply followed as he stumbled down the streets. He stopped under a tree in the park, shivering from the chill of the rain. "I.....I caused.....so much.....pain...."

"That's right. And you know that, better than anyone." Vasriel grinned as he stood behind Lost. "You know the human saying....an eye...for an eye."

"An...an eye....for an eye...." Lost opened his eyes, the orbs dull as he looked down at his arms. "I.....I hurt....so many...."

"You did....and you could do so here. So very easily...you mustn't though."

"I...I won't..." He rolled up a sleeve slowly, staring at his arm. It was covered in gauze, the bandage stained slightly with red. "Eye for eye...bl...blood for blood...."

"Exactly." Vasriel smirked as Lost stared at his arm blankly. "You must atone."

"I...I...." Lost blinked and shook his head, putting his sleeve back down. "I.....I know it's a bad idea. Humans die from this......" He muttered to himself. Vasriel rolled his eyes and moved in front of Lost, lifting his chin up gently. "And since when did you ever give a shit about me anyways? The past two days all you've done is bother me when I'm alone!" Lost grabbed himself tightly. "L-Leave me alone!"

"It is because you are alone that I appear Lost." Vasriel moved closer, moving a tear away from his cheek as rain began to fall again. "Someone like you should not be alone.....and Xans clearly does not see that."

"He will usssssssssssse you and abandon you. You mean nothing to hissssssss arrogant assssssss...well other than asssssss a sssssssssex toy." Vlowey chimed in, leering at Lost over Vasriel's shoulder. "You ssssssshall sssssssee......he growssssssss resssssssstlessssssssss......eager...."

"Stop it...both of you stop!" Lost snapped, backing away. "He won't do anything like that."

"You don't know that." Lost stopped moving as Vlowey slid a vine around his arm. "But we do."

"I-"

"You know nothing about his true nature....his base desires. Even as a human, they still exist." Vasriel watched Lost storm off as the rain began to fall again and he laughed softly. "His will weakens it seems."

"Well, he already sssssssufferssssss in sssssilenccccce." Vlowey pointed out. "Ssssssssooooo?"

"Soon Vlowey. But first....let's see what he intends to do tonight." Vasriel smirked before vanishing.

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He felt hands grip his neck, tightening their hold as they shoved him down. Hot, metallic liquid seemed to rise around him as he thrashed, his eyes wide in panic. I...I'm drowning...someone....please! Countless, dead eyes stared at him from above, the liquid red as it filled his senses. Blood....it's blood...please...someone....get me out!

"Look at him writhe...."

"He can't fight back either...."

"He's helpless, just like we were." The voices echoed in his skull as the grips on his arms, neck and legs grew even tighter. He felt as if his very body would break under the invisible  hold. He felt as if his skin was melting slowly away, revealing muscle and bone beneath. "He must pay..."

"His sins...."

"Our suffering...."

"It isn't enough....more."

"You must continue..." Lost struggled in vain against the hold, and blood filled his throat as he tried to scream. The liquid choked him and he gurgled as it filled his screaming lungs.

No...no please....I...I will...I promise....let....let me go.....let-

".....ost....."

H...huh?

"Lost! Wake up!" Lost's eyes snapped open and his hand shot out, grabbing the neck of the person above him. Xans's eyes widened as Lost's chest rose and fell harshly. His eyes were unfocused as his gaze shifted, still caught in his nightmare. "Lost, it's just me. Ya gotta breathe....relax...." Lost's eyes flickered to Xans's face, calm green and teal eyes meeting fearful red and blue ones. "It's me....."

"X....X....Xans....." Lost panted and he slowly released his grip. "I....I'm sorry....I...did I....wake you?"

"Pfft, fuck yeah ya did. Yer thrashing was rather loud. Surprised the whole damned house didn't wake up from that." Lost sat up slowly, the baggy t-shirt he was wearing handing loosely on his body. Xans was in one of his tank tops, the shirt fitting him closely. He was in his old shorts as he glanced at Lost. "Feel a bit better?"

"Y-Yeah....sorry." Lost felt a hand brush his hair from his face and he slapped it away, scowling. "I'm fine Xans."

"No yer not. Yer way to riled up right now." Xans smirked and moved in close to his ear. "Or was it a memory about our little.....private time the other night?"

"Fuck you." Lost hissed under his breath. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Heh, not all the time. Just about 90% of the time."

"Ugh, you're impossible Xans." Lost scowled and went to lay back down when Xans moved swiftly, straddling his waist and hovering over him. "Xans get o-" He felt Xans's erection pressing against him and shook his head. "Hell no. I'm not doing this again with you!"

"Aww, why not? We had such a pleasurable time last time..." He smirked. Lost scoffed and Xans leaned down, kissing his lips softly. "Mmmnh...c'mon now Lost....what harm is there in having a little fun?"

"Gee, I dunno Xans." Lost growled. "Maybe the fact you ditched me all alone in a hotel and the fact anyone could-mmph?!" Another kissed silenced his argument and he found himself suddenly losing himself in the sinful movement. 

"Nghmmmm...." This...this isn't fair.....he thought. Why...how can he do this to me?

"Heh...seems like ya really want something done...don'tcha?" Xans chuckled. 

"Don't worry Lost...." He patted Lost's slowly growing erection and enjoyed the soft gasps he received. "I'll help knock ya right out." Xans slid Lost's loose, plaid pajama pants down and nearly choked on laughter. "Wow...no underwear, eh? Commando...."

"S-Shut up! And I didn't agree-" Wet heat suddenly surrounded his twitching member and he gasped loudly. He felt Xans's tail tip press hard against his mouth, then waggled slightly in the air, as if to tell him to remain quiet. With every scrape of teeth against heated flesh, and every suck, Lost could barely contain his moans as his toes curled in the sheets, his hand covering his mouth.

Cool hands fondled his sac as his eyes rolled, trying hard to suppress his moans. He came hard in Xans's mouth, listening to the albino moan and hum. Xans released him with a soft 'pop' and moved to kiss Lost. The salty taste of his own cum made Lost groan as pale lips moved sensually against his. "X-Xans...Xans, I-"

"Now it's yer turn."

"H-Huh?" Lost nearly yelped as Xans swiftly adjusted their positions, with Lost now straddling his waist. "What are you talking about?"

"Aww, don't tell me yer all bashful now~..." Xans moved a leg in soothing motions along Lost's hips, his erection poking Lost more and more. "Yer gonna leave me all high and dry 'ere?"

"....Would you let me go if I said yes?"

"Fuck no."

"Figured." Lost sighed, his eyes seeming uncertain. "Xans...I....." He sighed and Xans's brows furrowed.

Huh? Somethin' wrong with him?

"N-Never mind..." He shrugged. Lost slid down Xans's pants, staring down at his straining member. "I.....I uuhh....haven't done this before...."

"Don't worry Lost....it's very easy..." Xans chuckled. "Just put it in your mouth." Lost frowned and gave him a skeptical look. "Heh, trust me. Yer just overthinkin' it."

"Tsk." Lost looked back at it again before kneeling down closer. He opened his mouth slowly, and slipped his lips over Xans's cock. The odd, salty taste made Lost feel slightly uneasy as he tried to go further on it, his teeth scraping the heated flesh. Xans gasped and a hand shot out, gripping Lost's black and white strands. Lost groaned at the tugging and he slowly got into an even rhythm of sucking and licking, his tongue wiping the precum beading at his tip.

"F-Fuck Lost....yer tongue is a s-sinful little minx....hngh...." Xans panted as Lost bobbed up and down his erection. A shaky hand reached out, grabbing his sac and squeezing it gently, adding slight pain to the pleasure around his cock. 

"F-Fuuuuuck.....hngh....." He thrusted slightly, hearing Lost gag and he stopped. 

"Shit....sorry.....ya just feel....so wet and warm....ungh....." He didn't hold on for long, cumming into Lost's mouth. The young man made a startled sound of surprise when Xans's grip on his hair tightened. "N-Nope....swallow it...." He saw red and blue eyes grow large as he looked down, grinning. "I swallowed...so can ya." Lost swallowed slowly, the look on his face a cross between disgust and confusion. "There ya go....see? Not to bad, eh?"

"Y-You...why-"

"The same reason as before. I felt like it." Xans shrugged, sitting back up. 

"Now...ya feel a bit better?" Lost looked away, curling up a bit on his bed. "Oi, I sa-"

"I heard you. You only ask me that after you have your fun?" Lost's stinging words made Xans's gut twist a bit.

"Well I did it fer ya, so-"

"Don't bullshit me." Lost snapped. "You did it for yourself. Not for me." Xans scowled and went to argue but Lost got up, heading to the bathroom. He shut and locked the door, his limbs trembling slightly. Asshole....fucking prick..... He washed his face and brushed his teeth before feeling a familiar, throbbing pain in his wrists. "I....I...."

"C'mon now Lost.....you know what to do....." He looked up to see Vasriel in the mirror, placing a fuzzy paw on his arm. "Blood for blood...it's the only way." Lost's eyes dulled as he looked down at his arm again. "It'll make your nightmares go away...."

"My...my nightmares...." He shakily reached out, grabbing a small, hidden razor. He unwrapped the bandages around his right wrist, holding the blade close to his pale skin. "Blood.....for blood...." Vlowey's vines steadied his hand as he pressed the blade against his skin. Slowly, he dragged it along, skin splitting and blood welling from the cut. The blood trickled down like small rivers, flowing into the sink. Lost watched it with a dull, lifeless expression as he made another, and then another.

The pain barely registered to his fogged mind as Vasriel continued to guide him, Vlowey keeping his arm steady. It was almost as if the three were in a macabre dance of blood in skin as they guided his movements, switching to the other arm. Lost made two more cuts, hissing as cold metal cut soft flesh. "A...atone....I have...to...."

"That's right Lost. This is the only way..." Vasriel smiled, his white and black eyes filled with gruesome glee.

"The....only....way...." Lost nodded slowly as he made one more, deeper cut. 

The pain shot through his arm and he stopped, putting the blade down. He trembled where he stood, hastily washing the blood down the sink before tightly wrapping his injuries up in fresh gauze. He hugged himself, panting as his heart hammered in his chest.

"Shh...it's alright Lost." Vasriel smiled, taking the dirty, blood stained gauze. 

"We'll make sure they don't know. They wouldn't understand."

"They...they wouldn't...." Lost shook his head. "I need help....I need-"

"Do you truly think they can help you?" Vasriel whispered. "No. No one can....that is.....no one but me. I can guide you...all you need to do is listen." Lost nodded slowly as Vasriel held him close, nose buried in his hair. "Good. Don't worry Lost.....everyone else may eventually hate you....abandon you....scorn you. But I will not. For I understand your pain..."

“You....you do?"

"Isolation...misunderstandings....I am a victim of these as well." He said with a calm smile. "So....I pity you." Lost shivered as Vasriel's voice sent chills through him, ringing in his skull. "Don't be scared Lost...." He smirked as Lost relaxed slightly in his hold. "We'll always be here with you...."

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Xans rested on his side, listening to Lost walk back into the living room, and lay down. Fuck....did I really screw up again? He thought. Ugh....being human like this sucks so much ass! He heard Lost shift a bit and he turned around. Lost was curled up in a tight ball, once again asleep. He watched as Lost's eyes moved behind closed eyelids, his fingers twitching. Another nightmare? He sat up and watched as Lost made soft, snuffling noises in his sleep before his body finally relaxed. Tsk, maybe not.

He walked outside and sat on the porch, turning one of his screens on. He smirked at the pictures he had of Lost. Most of them had been taken when Lost was unaware, and as Xans flicked through them, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. Half of the pictures we of parts of the young man, usually with him bent over and getting something. He really does have a nice, sweet ass.... He stopped when he reached one and looked at it.

In the picture, Lost was smiling with Vundyne and Frisk, holding some flowers in his hand. He had gardening gloves on, his face slightly dirty as Vundyne threw dirt at him and Frisk. Frisk was laughing and pointing at Lost, dirt in her hair. And...he has a rather nice smile.... He flipped to another one and once again, 

Lost was smiling as he walked into the house with groceries, Sans taking a few of the bags from him. Another picture showed him helping Frisk with her homework, the plushie of Chara floating next to him. He was looking at Xans and shouting, a small blush on his face. Heh...camera shy, aren'tcha Lost?

Still digging around, he found the video he wanted and teleported into the bathroom. He pulled his pants down and hit the play button. As Lost's soft pants and moans came over the screen, he groaned and panted, stroking himself. Hngh....f-fuck........ "Haah......ahunh...." With Lost's voice coming from the screen, and the more recent memory of Lost sucking him off, it didn't take him long to come all over his hand. "There we are....now I feel more satisfied." He chuckled as he wiped his hand down. As he walked past the mirror, he turned and looked at himself, sighing.

He leaned in and touched his face, then trailed a finger down the scar under his green eye. "Tsk, the only good thing this human body has done is give me mah sight back in this eye." He grumbled. "Well, that and allowin' me ta get laid whenever I wanna." Xans walked back in to see Lost hanging a bit onto the couch, hands gripping and reaching.

"Ngh...n...no....please...."

Yup, nightmare after all. Xans walked over and laid back down. Lost suddenly grabbed his arm and looked at him with haunted, glistening eyes, still foggy with sleep. "Los-"

"P-Please.....stay....tonight. Stay..." He whispered shakily. His voice was trembling, sound small and alone. The sound made Xans's soul nearly scream with the desire to comfort him, and he obliged. He pulled Lost close, holding him against his now bare chest. "Stay..."

"I will. Dun worry about it, ok?" He felt Lost relax in his hold, easily falling asleep once more. "Fuck...if anyone comes out here and sees this...." He blushed slightly when Lost scooted closer, knee accidentally rubbing his groin. "Fuuuuuck.....there's no way my dreams are clean tonight..." He let out an irritated sigh and closed his eyes. "At least....he smells nice..." He mumbled sleepily. After a few moments of Lost shifting to get comfortable, Xans finally fell into a peaceful, and fortunately dreamless slumber.