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"Human and monster should never be together."

"It is disgusting and wrong."

"Damn, dude, that's pretty fucked up, not gonna lie."

Your eyes pop open and scan the room. You're alone. Water rushes through the pipes of the house, drowning out the voices from your dream. That must be Asriel in the shower. Probably a good idea, given what you did to his fur last night. Slowly, you sit up and run your fingers through your hair. Oh boy. You really did it. You made love to a monster. Though the two societies have warmed up to each other over the past few years, relationships across the races was still a severe taboo. What would Frisk think? What would their parents think? Your stomach slowly rises into your throat as you dwell on the thought. Though his role as ruler has diminished considerably since the barrier's fall, Asgore was still the king. Kings have certain expectations for their sons, and being in a same-sex relationship with a human generally is not one of them! You groan as the pipes grow silent. There's that anxiety again. That trepidation that has shut you down so many times. You stare at the ceiling for a while, thoughts and fears racing through your mind until you are interrupted by a knock at your door.

"You up?" Frisk calls from the hallway.

"Umm... yeah..." you reply with a frog in your throat.

"Alright. I gotta talk to you. I'll be in the kitchen."

I gotta talk to you? Oh no. That can't be good. You remember the look on his face last night. He knows. He has to know. What else could he want to talk about? Oh man. Ohhh man. You reluctantly roll out of bed and throw your shirt back on. Your mind races, a thousand thoughts competing for your attention. Maybe he doesn't know? Nah. There's no way. But maybe? No. He definitely - well, maybe not. You shake your head, trying to get a grip. The more you put it off, the more your body feels like it's going to collapse in on itself. Your legs feel like they're in concrete, but you manage to creep out of your room. You hear the noisy whirr of the blow dryer coming from the washroom, and it's strangely calming. Maybe the sound is blocking out your thoughts. Feeling fractionally better, you manage to make your way into the kitchen.

"Um... what's up?" you start, your voice like that of a mouse.

"So..." Frisk says impishly before pausing. Every moment of silence is torture. "It's about Asriel."

"Ye-- well, about, uh,"

Frisk spins around and faces you, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm making breakfast rolls. You think he's up for butterscotch or cinnamon this morning?"

God damn it, Frisk. You stare straight into his eyes, your face blank.

"Butterscotch," you drone after a few seconds.

"Hey, you'd know better than me," he chirps as he swings back toward the oven.

What was_ that _supposed to mean? Frisk is fucking with you. There's no way he's not. You take a deep breath and sit down at the kitchen table. The tension is burning a hole in your soul. You just want to run up and shake Frisk and demand he tells you everything he knows. A door swings open in the hallway and a cheerful voice calls out. Your stomach turns in two directions simultaneously.

"Morning, Frisk!"

"Morning, Az."

"Ooh, is that butterscotch? How did you-" he stops as he catches sight of you. Maybe it's just the blow dryer, but his ears are already going red.

"Hey, Asriel," you say, trying to sound normal. You're as convincing as a child wearing a false moustache.

"Oh, hey," he replies, his voice suddenly reserved. "Ummm, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm good," you blurt as you steal a peek at Frisk. The corners of his mouth have curled into a grin. "Yeah, I was just, uh, waiting for you to get out of the shower. So, yeah, I'm... gonna go do that now," you say as you scurry from your chair. As you pass Asriel, he grabs your hand and shoots you a quick smile before letting you by. You feel like you're on fire. You practically kick the door down as you dash into the still steamy washroom, toss your clothes down the laundry chute, and hop into the shower.

"Fuck, man..." you curse under your breath as the hot water relaxes your tense muscles and washes your anxiety down the drain. As you clean yourself, you hear Asriel and Frisk talking from outside of the room. You stop dead. Their words are muffled by the shower, but Asriel's voice sounds shaky. Oh no. Is he telling Frisk? You stick your head out of the shower, your hair dripping onto the floor. Focusing closely, you try to make out their words, but you still can't quite understand them. You race to finish washing yourself before turning off the water and leaping out of the shower. The conversation outside the room seems to have ended. Your heart pounds as you reach for your clothes, but come up empty. Oh. Right. You were in such a rush to get into the washroom that you forgot to grab any. Perfect. You could put your other clothes back... oh. Right. You tossed them into the chute. Great. You sigh as you wrap your towel around your waist and open the door a crack, listening for any voices. Coast seems clear. Carefully, you push open the door, trying to prevent it from creaking as much as possible. Once it's open enough, you dart out, intending to rush to your room, but a voice slams straight into you.

"Hey, uh- ah!" Asriel bleats as you fly into the hallway. He startles you so severely that you leap a foot off the ground, spinning in the air and losing your grip on the towel. It falls to your knees as you stumble backwards toward your door. As you pull your towel back up, you look up at your assailant. Frisk and Asriel are standing side by side, the former grinning like the cheshire cat, and the latter looking as though if embarrassment could kill, he'd be dead a hundred times over. You backpedal into your room, fall in, kick the door shut, you collapse into a starfish position staring at the ceiling. Well, guess there's nothing left to do but wait to die. Frisk is belly-laughing in the hallway. Yeah, yeah. Real funny. Your body reflexively curls into the fetal position as the humiliation squeezes the life from your body. Eventually, the laughter dies down and there's a knock at your door.

"Hey, you dressed yet?" Frisk calls from the other side.

"No."

"Hah! Well, I'm going to the store. Need anything?"

"No."

"Alright. Take it easy, big guy." His final two words ooze sarcasm. You sigh as pull yourself up to your feet. As you shuffle through your drawers, you hear footsteps from outside your room. Asriel didn't go with him? You slap on a decent looking outfit and walk out into the living room, where Asriel is pacing in front of the couch, staring at his feet.

"Asriel..." you say. His head pops up and he trots over to you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly. You return the hug and look into his eyes.

"He knows," Asriel mumbles, his voice fraught with concern.

"Did you... tell him?"

"No, but... the way he was talking to me... he only talks like that when he's playing dumb. I'm so scared... what are we going to do?"

"I... don't know," you answer, rubbing his shoulders. "I think... it'll be fine. He was raised by monsters, after all."

Your philosophizing is little comfort to Asriel, who begins to tremble.

"Yeah, but..."

You release the hug and take his hands, guiding him to the couch. As you both sit down, he looks at you, his face twisted with uncertainty.

"I mean," you start, but no words follow. Asriel begins to sniffle next to you. You run your fingers through his head fur and try again. "Think about it... could you really see him getting angry? Frisk? Angry about love, of all things?"

Asriel draws a circle on the ground with his toe.

"I guess not..." he concedes before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "But..."

"No buts," you whisper. "It'll be okay."

Asriel sighs. You sit together in silence, taking each other's warmth in. And damn, is he warm. The feel of his soft fur on your fingertips makes your heart flutter. Your hormones rage, images of last night populating your mind. You try to fight your arousal, but it gets the better of you.

"So..." you start, a faux-innocence tinting your voice. "Since there's no one else around..."

"Have something in mind?" he inquires with a similar lilt. Looks like he's thinking the same thing. You gaze at him as you rub his thigh.

"Oh... I dunno," you tease. "Is there anything you want?"

"Hmm..." Asriel says, a grin on his face. "What I want is..." he begins before pouncing you, planting a kiss on your lips. He pushes you onto your back, his body pressed against yours. You slide your hand behind his head and gently pull him closer as your lips explore his. As your bodies rub together, your length stiffens and pushes up against his groin. He giggles as he slides his free hand into your pants and grasps your penis.

"Hey, now... what do you think you're doing?" you purr as his fingers explore your now fully erect shaft.

"I didn't get to do this last night..." he replies, sticking his tongue out a little bit before initiating another kiss. As he begins stroking, a chill runs through your bones. His furry hand almost tickles. His own length begins to push into your stomach as he leans his body against yours. Your glans grows wet as it leaks precum.

"I'm going to get you sticky if you keep doing that," you whisper in his ear.

"I have a better idea, then," he replies as he removes his hands from your pants and jumps off the couch. He faces you, sporting a prominent tent, before dropping to his knees next to your groin.

"Whoa... what if Frisk comes back early?" you warn, suddenly tense. You could probably hide a little kissing and foreplay, but this is a bit much. Asriel smiles at you and shakes his head, ears flopping about.

"He checked for all his stuff before he left. He's not coming back for a while," he tells you as he pulls down the front of your pants and begins licking your shaft, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You relax a little, allowing yourself a little groan. Asriel's eyes soften as he continues to stare into yours. He cups your testicles in his hand as he continues licking. The sensation of fur on flesh is titillating. As his tongue envelops your penis, you throw your head back and breathe deeply, soft moans escaping your throat. With every lick you feel your orgasm drawing near. But just as he did last night, he retracts his tongue and stands up just as it starts getting good. You look up at him as he wiggles out of his pants and kicks them onto the floor.

"I need you to fill me up again," he growls. "Now."

You're taken aback a little bit. Who are you and what have you done with Asriel? It is pretty sexy, you have to admit. He leaps onto couch facing away from you, his knees landing on either side of your groin. Taking the initiative, you grab your wet cock, point it up, and spread his ass as he lowers himself onto you. His hole wraps around you like a vice as it resists your entry. He groans as you penetrate deeper and deeper, before he finally comes to rest sitting on your hips. You twitch your penis, eliciting a little gasp. In return, he slaps his tail on your chest and wiggles his rump. You grab his waist with both hands and begin slow, shallow thrusts, watching as his tight ring grips your shaft.

"Come on," Asriel growls. "Give it to me..."

"Be patient," you tease, holding your pace steady as he whines. He tries to move his hips against your thrusts, but you pull down gently on his tail to stop him.

"You're being greedy," you sing as his growls turn to whines, and then to squeals.

"Just fuck me already!"

The desperation in his voice persuades you, and you pick up the pace, pulling out a bit farther and pushing a bit harder with each thrust. Moans slide out of his throat as you increase your tempo. Before long, you're assaulting his hips, the sound of your hips meeting his filling the air as his back begins to arch. You slide a hand off his hips and wrap it around his cock, jerking him erratically as he bounces on your lap. His penis drools precum on your hand as you stroke it. His anus clenches around you, trying to suck you in even deeper. He arches so far that loses his balance and falls backwards, almost striking you with his horn as his head lands next to yours.

"Hey, watch it!" you warn.

"Sorry!" he giggles, momentarily reverting to his usual self. You nuzzle his cheek and roll him on his side. After some awkward shuffling, you manage to get into a spooning position. You resume your thrusts, quickly regaining top speed. The couch wobbles as you slam into him. That all-too-familiar tension begins to build up in your nether region, signalling that the end is near. You grab his cock once more, extracting another sharp gasp from the goat boy. He starts fucking your hand in time with your thrusts.

"Oh my god..." Asriel moans, his legs beginning to shake. Your arm vibrates around his cock, sending him over the edge. His legs thrash and he throws his head back, nearly headbutting you as his penis erupts. His semen drips down your hand and onto the floor. You pull your hand to your mouth and insert your fingers, licking the cum off them. The taste of your lover's essence sets you off. Thrusting as hard as you can, you begin squirting into his clenching depths. You groan with every pulse as your orgasm sweeps you away. As your orgasm tapers off, you stop moaning, and for a few blissful moments, the only sounds in the room are you and Asriel trying to catch your breaths. You grab a tissue from the end table an place it under his anus, catching a small amount of your load as your penis softens and slides out. After the flow stops, you scrunch up the tissue and place it next to the box.

"I messed up the floor," Asriel giggles between breaths. You laugh and hand him a tissue.

"I love how feisty you get," you say to Asriel as he wipes up the floor. He whines an embarrassed whine.

"It feels so good," he purrs. "It makes me... really happy."

You smile. Yeah, that's what it is. It's pure happiness. You lean forward and whisper in his ear.

"I love you..."

"I love you too," he replies as he leans back into you. You lie together for a short while, content to merely be together, but it's not long before the smell of sex in the air hits you.

"I need another shower," you say, wiping the sweat from your brow and shaking your slimy hand. "Before Frisk gets back."

"And I've gotta take the buns out of the oven before they burn."

Coming to an understanding, you both roll off the couch. You gently slap his butt as he bends over to pick up his pants before heading off to your room. After grabbing a fresh pair of clothes, you hop into the shower for a quick rinse. As the water runs down your body, you think of Frisk and the anxiety slowly creeps back in. Maybe you could just... not tell him? No, that won't work. You can't spend even five minutes with Asriel without turning sappy. Hundreds of awful situations race through your mine. The fear wraps around you like a snake. You try to get a grip on your thoughts, but they overwhelm you. You lose all sense of time as you pace back and forth under the nozzle, a slave to your own thoughts. Eventually, your trance is broken by a knock at the door.

"Ummm... are you okay?" Asriel asks through the door, his voice unsteady. "It's been almost half an hour. I'm a little worried..."

"Uh, oh, yeah. Just getting out now," you half-lie as you turn off the water and begin drying yourself off. It's amazing how your own concerns seem to vanish whenever Asriel's voice gets nervous. You quickly jump into another pair of clothes and walk out into the living room, where Asriel is slumped on the couch, staring at his feet.

"Hey, you," you say, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm so afraid," he utters, his voice cracking. You flop down at his side and take his hand. "Frisk called," he continues. "He should be home any minute."

You tense up.

"I think maybe we shouldn't..." you begin, but Asriel cuts you off.

"We have to do this. He needs to know."

"But, what-"

"We have to," he repeats.

Clunk. The front door swings open. You exchange wide-eyed glances with Asriel as you jump to your feet, but he pulls you back down.

"He's gonna see!" you hiss. Panic rises in your chest. All the talk earlier seems so empty as your fears are now laid before you. As the terror sets in, you try to tug your hand away, but Asriel pulls back harder. His eyes plead with you, a gleam of hurt in them. It hits you like a punch to the gut. You nod and sit down next to him, your knees wobbling.

"Oh man!" a voice rings out from the hallway.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper into Asriel's ear. You feel like you're gonna puke.

"I understand... I'm scared too."

After some shuffling in the hallway, Frisk skids into the room, bags in tow.

"You ever see burgers fall out of a dude's-" he begins before looking at you and Asriel. His eyes scan you, then your clenched hands, then Asriel, then back to you.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Frisk..." Asriel groans. Frisk sighs as he sets the bags on the floor.

"Come on, you two," he says, his tone now serious. "It's pretty obvious. The way you stare at each other. The way you get nervous around each other," he explains. "The way you shook the entire wall last night..." he continues after a brief pause. You cover your face with your free hand.

"Frisk!" Asriel cries, burying his head between his knees. Frisk shakes his head and grins.

"That's whatever. But are you seriously this wound up about telling me? I'm hurt. I thought you respected me more than that."

Your eyes start to water, but Asriel has beaten you to it. His shoulders heave as he begins to bawl into his pants.

"I'm..." he tries to say, but the words die in his throat. Frisk walks over and pats him on the shoulder.

"I just want you to be happy. You know that. If you guys being together is what makes you happy, then that's what I want."

Asriel looks up, his eyes already red-rimmed. Tears stream down his face, leaving a distinct line in his fur. The sight of Asriel crying sets off your own waterworks, and you begin to sob next to him.

"Thanks, Frisk..." you choke, the tension and anxiety replaced by love. Frisk laughs and sits down on the couch next to Asriel.

"Wipe away those tears, you two," Frisk says. "I love you guys, and I'll stick up for you come hell or high water."

Asriel snaps. He lets go of your hand and throws his arms around Frisk, wailing into his shoulder. Frisk grins and shakes his head at you as he rubs Asriel's back.

"It's all right, Az..." he coos. You sniffle and wipe your tears as Asriel continues to weep.

"I was... it just... I didn't," he tries to say as he shakes. You lean over and wrap your arms around him, rocking him tenderly.

"Hey now," Frisk says, the jocularity returning to his words. "You're gonna mess up my shirt!"

You giggle as you continue to rock Asriel, who seems to be calming down a little bit.

"Thank you..." Asriel manages as he lets go of Frisk and pulls away. He leans back into you and rests his head on your shoulder.

"See? Was that so hard?" Frisk teases. "We all good?"

You each give him a nod.

"Awesome. Hey, I got some pizza. We should get at it before it gets cold, yeah?" Frisk says as he pops off the couch and skips out the door. Asriel turns and looks up at you. His eyes are red, his fur is matted, and his lips are still trembling, but he's smiling, and that's all you need. You pull him into a sensual kiss. The world seems perfect.

Well, at least until Toriel and Asgore come home...