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It might've been a reckless move, but Spamton was a reckless man. You didn't make quality deals without taking a chance, after all. 

Having done a lot of good and bad in his life (mostly bad), Spamton's been working his fine ass off ever since Cyber City's Dark Fountain had closed. You think it's easy turning into a pair of glasses, letting him be worn into battle? 

Well. It is. But it was grueling work! Hard work!! He oughta say, he'd seen a lotta disturbing shit in his time as the number one rated salesman this side of literal hell on earth, but the things these kids were facing knocked it out of the ballpark. Like that giant Titan that nearly KILLED THEM ALL? Yeowza!! 

But he made a deal, he gave the kids his strength, and so far they were still alive, so he counted that as a win. Some trauma was good for development. He thinks, at least. It certainly helped him develop a personality disorder. 

Taking a chance with those kids had landed him a nice enough place to stay in Castle Town- and that was its name, even if he swore he'd heard a Rudinn call it [🅓︎🅐︎🅣︎🅐︎ 🅔︎🅧︎🅟︎🅤︎🅝︎🅖︎🅔︎🅓︎] Town. The charity chafed at him, but it was that or sleeping in the trash whenever the gang didn't need his services, and he'd had enough of that for a lifetime. 

At the very least, that toothpaste looking boy was nice enough to give him a choice. And between staying at the castle, or staying in the outskirts by the cliffs, it was a no brainer that Spamton chose the less lethal option. 

Just thinking about running into a Swatchling again had him shuddering. Ugh. Terrible negotiators and stubborn to boot. What sorta sane Darkner was able to resist good ol’ bribery?? That's right- one that WASN'T sane!

The way time worked in the Light World and the Dark World was different. Spamton hadn't realized how so, not until Kris had left the Cyber World with him still in their pocket, and it had been for him a week in total darkness before they landed in TV World, while for them it was only half a day. 

Playing poker with that damn clown might've passed the time, but he was a cheat and a liar, and Spamton had more than once lost his temper and thrown himself bodily at the other Darkner. 

It was a week of much skirting around the other Darkners and avoiding eye contact that he had, to his surprise, been invited to a party up at the castle. 

He'd done his best to not stir up shit. Really. He did. 

Sort of. 

Jigsawrys were just so gullible. 

But he did his best. He managed to go a full twenty minutes without insulting someone's mother, had pickpocketed only a few people, and by the end of the night Queen had picked him up, scrunched him, and shot him through a basketball hoop, and he got away from that with only one fracture. 

Then Tenna had put two and two together, and now Spamton was dangling from the giant man's iron grip in a secluded corner of the castle.

“OKAY, IN MY [self defense alarm system], I WAS THE ONE TO [incoming object approaching] YOU ABOUT THAT!!” Spamton said, lifting his hands up. 

“You tricked me!” Tenna exclaimed, his face switching through a barrage of expressions before landing on angry. “You could've- could've tried harder!” 

“[Try hard]?? I WAS [drowning] IN YOUR STUPID [insulted foam], YOU [Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!]!” He yelled at the other man. “I COULDN'T [get a grip] WORD IN BEFORE YOU [left on read]!!!” 

“Okay, well-” Tenna sputtered. He ran his hand over his antennae. “Why didn't you come see me after then, huh?”

“BECAUSE-” 

“Because you were too scared to face the consequences of your own actions! Weren't you?!” 

Well, yeah. Partly yeah, but not incorrect. Spamton did his best to scowl with his stiff mouth. “YOU DIDN'T [user not recognized] ME! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO [Wanna know more? Click here!] THAT YOU WOULDN'T [beat] MY [sweet, sweet ass] INTO THE GROUND???” 

“I- I wouldn't do that! How could you ever think I would-” Tenna sputtered. 

Spamton gave him a look. Tenna stopped and considered it, before slowly nodding. “... well, I mean, aside from the… loads of violence… that was a bad day, I wasn't giving it my top performance, I'll admit. But I got better after. You could've found me after.” 

He could've. 

But he didn't. 

Spamton had wanted to believe him. He wanted to find that cathode and scream at him until his jaw fell off. He wanted to confront him and ask him why he abandoned him for the slime. Why he left him in the dust. 

But Kris… 

That fight with Kris had opened up his eyes. He'd been lingering on the past for a while, and it was still hard to separate what he'd convinced himself was the truth from what reality was sometimes, but that toothp- but Ralsei had told him that was part of the recovery process. 

Even now, he averted his eyes from Tenna, something within his chest squeezing and winding itself into a tight ball. 

An apology was part of the recovery process. But if he apologized, and Tenna didn't accept it, he would never have an excuse to see him again. 

Spamton swallowed. “... YOU'RE RIGHT.”

Tenna lifted his head from where it had been hanging, slightly surprised. “I'm… what?” 

This was humiliating. Spamton's feet kicked a little in the air, a huff leaving him as he crossed his arms. “YOU. ARE. RIGHT. I. MESSED. UP. B[IG] TIME.” 

Tenna scoffed. “You didn't just mess up.” 

“SEMANTICS.”

“You abandoned me. You left me alone for years. Without a single word. What can you say to even justify that?” His fingers tightened around Spamton's middle, plastic creaking ominously. 

“I can't.”

The air stilled. “What?” 

Spamton couldn't face him. The stone floor looked particularly interesting that time of day; will Ralsie ever get around to carpeting it? Red would make a nice contrast, or maybe even blue. But not green. Definitely not green. 

“Spamton.” Tenna shook him a little. “Spamton. Talk to me.” 

It strained at him, threatening to make his code unravel, but Spamton kept his voice low, steady, and understandable. Every minute an ad threatened to jump out of his throat, and it hurt, it really, physically hurt, to keep them at bay. 

“I can't say. That what I. Did. Was okay.” His words were stilted. Halting. Spoken between shuddering gasps. “But. It happened. I. Hurt you. So bad. And. And. And.”

“And?” 

“I wanted to.” He tried to find the right words. “[Apologees]. I-” 

Tenna covered his mouth. He looked… Spamton closed his eyes at the wrecked look on his face, the way he was trembling, barely keeping it all together. 

“You… haha.” Tenna let out a hoarse laugh. “I didn't think you'd actually… you know, I'd thought for the longest time that saying sorry would kill you.”

“IT MIGHT.” 

Tenna smiled, shaky and uncertain. “But why?” 

Spamton's throat tightened. The words didn't want to come out- the conditions of his deal with his old friend were airtight. But that was only to an extent. Spamton was, if anything, good at finding loopholes. 

He couldn't talk about it unless he was alone. Technically, he was alone, just with Tenna. 

“MY [collect call] WENT AND [abandonedment].” Spamton slowly said. Carefully, like he was stepping around glass. “I HAD TO [evacuate] [pronto]. MY SALES WERE [crashing stocks], AND I WAS [finish line]. I WAS-” 

He hesitated. 

“DEAD.” Spamton backpedaled upon seeing Tenna's stricken expression. “TO [everyone that left]!! GOT [kicked to the curb] FOR A LITTLE BIT. MET [the scooby gang] AND THEY HELPED ME [back on my feet].” 

Which was a disgustingly abridged explanation, but how else would he be able to phrase it? How else could he phrase it? 

He didn't think the words would even be able to leave his mouth. If he had to talk about what He did to him… what He had turned him into, what He had put him through… 

Spamton turned away that train of thought when gray static threatened to cloud his vision. 

“So- what, you're telling me that all of a sudden you just… lost everything?” Tenna asked. He was quiet. “... being forgotten like that… I…” he swallowed. “You could've called.”

Spamton snorted. “WITH WHAT? I HAD [no kromer], [[no stock]], [[[no assets]]]! YOU THINK I'D BE ABLE TO [contact information] Y OU WHEN I'M LIV ING IN A [GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN]?” 

Tenna stared at him for a good few more minutes, before slumping and placing him down on the ground. He turned away and hugged himself, his antennae drooping slightly. 

He laughed again, a little more hysterical this time. “Well, that's what I get. I was, haha, kind of hoping that it was because of me. At least I'd still be on your mind then.”

Something within him cracked, something that he thought had long already been shattered. 

“YOU AR_E.” He blurted out. Two antennae perked up at that. “ALWAYS. ON MY MIND.”

“...” There was a quiet sniffle. “So are you.”

His fists clenched. He tugged at Tenna's coat tails. “... YOU WANNA… SIT AND [talk shop]? [Catch up with the times]?” 

“I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.”

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Tenna's room was a dedicated homage to his old studio. He had been surprised when Ralsei had presented it to him (and more than a little bit delirious from his near-death experience- yikes, that was messy!) and may or may not have cried like a total baby upon finally processing it. 

It was a blessing in disguise that he was all alone at the time. 

Tenna missed TV World. Not just the Dreemurrs- he'd been mourning the Dreemurrs for a while now, he just hadn't realised that until he left- but his studio itself. He hadn't realised just how much he needed his home until it was gone. 

It left him feeling out of place, and… a bit guilty. He'd contributed partly to its loss when he worked with his, uh, surprise guest. He wondered how the Cyber City and Card Kingdom Darkners felt about losing their homes; they were both much larger and much more full of life than his studio was. 

Settling in was a rocky process. He couldn't look his former employees in the eye, even if they had taken his frankly unprofessional behavior in stride. Seriously, how could he just go on and treat them like that? They were so good to him, and all this time he'd been… 

He'd been real glooby for a while, huh? 

The party was a nice change of pace. Tenna reveled in the eyes on him, in the attention he got as a newcomer. Queen was intimidating and confused him a lot, but she promised to teach him about the internet, so she was a-okay in his books! 

It came crashing down when he caught a glimpse of something black and white in the corner of his eye. Something eerily familiar and… 

… rat-like. 

And when he turned to look at it, he had realized that it WAS the rat that had scared him before! Eek! 

He was just about to go find that feathery butler and warn them about a possible infestation until his gaze adjusted and was inexplicably drawn to its face. Its nose. Its smile. 

Its hair, black and slicked back. 

Tenna had felt his pieced-together world fall apart all over again. 

The confrontation had been a blur. He was mad enough to KILL that little mailman bastard, but at the same time he was just happy that he wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere. It was a real concern when your old friend used to scam people for a living. 

But Spamton had changed. Outside of being, ehem, literally half the man he used to be, his personality had shifted. He'd… grown. 

Which was a given. They were both older, both smarter. But Spamton had matured. He'd apologized, taken fault, explained what happened, and Tenna was left feeling lost as his source of anger sputtered out. He'd been clinging onto it for so long that now he was left struggling with that empty space. 

They were in his room now. Tenna had fallen into the soft, blue chaise in the corner of his room, watching Spamton hesitantly walk inside, looking over his shoulder as though he expected an ambush. 

He was so much more underwhelming now. His hair was dishevelled and his body was stiff and unyielding. His face was the most unsettling, stuck in a rictus smile that looked near painful. 

“This is getting to be a real bad trend,” Tenna said. He was a glass deep into a bottle of wine he'd cracked open with Spamton. Queen had given it to him as a homecoming gift, and then had to replace it when the initial battery acid burned a hole through his floor. The glass he had now was thankfully normal, non-lethal wine.

“[Submit an inquiry]?” Spamton asked. He was hesitant to drink, and Tenna’s chest ached at the way his teeth clacked against the glass, unable to warp his mouth to wrap around the rim. 

”Those kids keep making friends with people trying to kill them,” he elaborated. 

Heck, it seemed like nearly everyone in town had made a lethal attempt on the gang’s life at one point or another. Some of them didn’t think much of it- to be fair, the way Darkners communicated was a fair bit different from Lightners. To them a friendly greeting could resemble a fight. But some of the others…

They talked, Tenna and Queen and some of the more levelheaded Darkners (which was a funny word to use, given how many quirks they all had). They came to a consensus; they really didn’t feel good about all the near-death experiences all the kids were running into. Tenna knew that even then, Kris and their friends were probably on another adventure, and something deep within him worried that it would be the last one. 

He took another drink. It wasn't bitter by any means; the alcohol was actually quite sugary. He didn't think you could even make wine out of Dark Candy, and his sweet tooth was all the more happier for it. 

“YOU DON’T [FriendRequestAccepted] [Absolute maniacs]? YOUR [beautiful life] SEEMS PRETTY [snoozefest]!”

”I don’t try to make a habit of it, no. Do- sorry, how many people have tried to kill you??” Tenna asked. 

Spamton began to count on his fingers, frowned when he reached the tenth digit, and began to take his shoes off so he could count on his toes. Tenna quickly put an end to that. 

“RIGHT, o-kay, I see the picture!” Tenna said. “Jeez, Spamton, what’d you ever do to get in that much trouble?”

”I’M JUST A [Business-Loving Businessman]! ! THEY ALL  [Haters gotta hate] MY [small family owned business]!” Spamton spat, deciding to tilt his head back and instead of sipping at the wine, he poured it down his throat. “THERE’S [absolute zero] RESPECT FOR [the grind] THESE DAYS.”

A huff of amusement left Tenna’s mouth. He set his glass down and looked Spamton up and down. “So… you just lived in the garbage and- nobody helped you?”

”DIDN’t GIVE ‘EM MUCH OF A REASON [tell me why] THEY SHOULD.”

“What was it you said earlier? That doesn’t justify their, what’s the word…” Tenna snapped his fingers. “Inaction! Just because you were a big jerk doesn’t mean they should’ve left you there.”

Spamton was quiet. He shifted in his chair, tugging on his collar. “… I don’t need any pity.”

”It’s not pity-“

”It is. It always is.” He grew frustrated. “You think. They ever help me. Out of the goodness. Of their own hearts? They didn’t. Even want. To be in the same. Room. As me. Their old. Their old. Their old.”

”Okay,” Tenna calmly said, holding up his hands. “Okay. But I’m not pitying you. I could never pity you, Spam, never.”

Spamton crossed his arms. Tenna resisted the urge to put his face in his hands. ”I’m being serious.”

A comfortable silence settled on them. Spamton finished off his glass and held it out to Tenna, who poured a new drink for him. He looked between his newly filled glass and the bottle, and instead snatched the bottle from Tenna’s hand. 

Now that they were sitting face to face, it was easier to compare him to who he was before his change. In that permanent smile still lingered the vestiges of his old friend; the corners of his mouth still crooked up smugly, his fingers still tapped the table or rubbed the very tip of his nose in thought. His hair was still slicked back neatly, but was clearly overgrown far past the point he’d normally tolerate. 

Spamton wasn’t grotesque, Tenna tried to convince himself. He was just scarred. Those knobby, segmented fingers, his unhinged jaw, his warped face- he was just scarred. He was hurt. 

Tenna told himself this. It didn’t keep him from flinching at every creak and crack of that plastic body. 

Uncanny valley described it- described him, God, if Tenna actually began resorting to calling Spamton an it, he might throw up out of guilt- perfectly. He was so similar to what he used to be, but he was just off. Twisted. Warped, like he was left out in the sun for just a bit too long, and haphazardly molded back into his old shape. Limbs a bit too lopsided, arms a bit too long and legs a bit too short, face just shaped a bit too wrong. 

Spamton had gone through hell and came back different. Tenna was just happy that he came back at all. 

He wondered if those hands would hold his own just as gently, would play the piano for him just as expertly. He wondered if he took those glasses off he’d look at him just as sweetly, would give him those eyes like he’d hung the moon and was his sun. 

He wondered if he would rely on him again. Would lean on him. 

“I.” Tenna choked, swallowed. Rubbed his throat. “I meant it when I said that I missed you.”

Spamton was a little flushed now, a little tipsy. “YEAH?” He asked, clumsily setting the nearly empty bottle down with a clink against the table. “I MISSED YOU 2, [Boob Tube].”

”I-“

”NEVER THOUGHT I’D [see in HD 4k 1800p] YOU AGAIN,” he said. “THOUGHT I’D HAVE NO [chance]. MUTTERING YOUR [input name here] AT THE BOTTOM OF A [Dumpster[, [praying], [[wishing]], IT MADE ME [sick]!! MAD3 ME FEEL SO- SO- [pathetic]!”

Tenna felt like he’d been shot through the chest. “I don’t-“

”I KNOW!” Spamton snapped, burying his face in his hand. “I DON’T KNOW. I [missed target] YOU. IT [hurts! It hurts! Please help!] ME TO THINK ABOUT IT.”

In a rush, he asked, “Did you think of me a lot?”

”OF COURSE.”

Tenna couldn’t help the terrible, queasy smile that grew on his face. Spamton scoffed and finished off the bottle. He leveled Tenna with a stare.

”SO. STUDIO’S [gone with the wind]. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA [just do it] NOW?”

That was a question Tenna’s been avoiding thinking about ever since he first arrived in town. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I- um- I’m not really…” he laughed a little nervously. “I mean, we’re made for the Lightners, right? W-without any of them around, I guess I’m just- waiting to be useful again!”

Spamton narrowed his eyes at him and then groaned. “SERIOUSLY? YOU GET A [new lease on life], AND YOU’RE ACTING [Glooby] ABOUT IT?”

Tenna sputtered. “I’m not upset that I was saved, you big jerk, I just- feel a bit purposeless right now.”

”WHY NOT [entertainment industry] ANY OF THE [walking wallets] AROUND HERE?”

”Because it’s not the same!” He blurted out. “They’re not like-“

He swallowed his words. Spamton looked at him curiously, but there was no way he was going to voice that thought. 

“I just miss having an audience. A- a family,” Tenna slumped back. He missed the scent of one of Toriel’s freshly baked pies wafting over his antennae, or the sight of Asgore and Rudy sitting at the couch, cheering on a game playing on his screen, or Asriel placing stickers on his casing and Kris… curling up by his monitor late at night for comfort, distracting themself with technicolor cartoons. 

Did he miss them, or did he miss being needed? Did he miss being wanted? 

If he was going to be thrown away so easily, was he ever loved in the first place?

The wine glass cracked in his hand, and he placed it down on the table. Spamton quietly took it and placed it away from the edge, just as Tenna flopped over the table, laying his monitor on its surface. 

Ha. Years later, and he still knew him so well. 

His chest ached. 

“I was really mad at you for a while.”

”YEAH? I WAS [Challenge Pissing] AT YOU TOO!”

“I thought you left me,” Tenna muttered. 

“YOU ABANDONED ME.”

”You never-“

”- PICKED UP THE [phone].”

They both paused and stared at each other incredulously. Tenna let out a wet laugh and pressed his screen into his palms, slowly shaking his head. His shoulders shook. He couldn’t believe it. How simple everything was all along. How stupidly simple their divide had been. 

It was too long to say “if only”. It was too long to cling onto regrets. When Spamton leaned over, placed a hand on his arm, Tenna tugged him into a sudden kiss. 

It took a few tries. He was years out of practice, his nose nearly poked Spamton’s eye out, and Spamton’s teeth were unyielding and stiff, but Tenna kept kissing him like a drowning man. Fingers grasped tightly onto that ragged black shirt, digging into his arms, then his waist, then his hips. 

He pulled back and let out a choked sob, was about to speak, to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Spamton pulled him right back in and kissed him as fiercely as he could. 

The wine blurred his vision, made everything go in slow motion, in flashes of images. Spamton, beneath him, between his arms. Tenna pulling his tie off, unbuttoning his shirt between frantic, heated kisses. Stubby fingers digging into his arms, toes curling in ecstasy, crying and begging and pleading all at once. And among it all, among their frantic union, Tenna couldn’t stop kissing him. 

It hurt. 

It hurt so good. 

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Tenna was suffocating him. Spamton couldn’t help the embarrassing whimper that left his mouth as the other Darkner shoved his thick tongue down his throat. His jaw almost came right off the hinge with how far it was forced to open, his stubby hands gripping onto Tenna’s arms with a death grip. 

Was he kissing Tenna, or was Tenna making love to his throat?

They pulled apart with a ‘pop’. That giant tongue hung above him, dripping streaks of saliva down onto his neck and chin. Spamton swallowed as two large hands engulfed his waist, thumbs meeting at his navel. It had him remember just how great their size disparity was- and, honestly, it made him ache.

This was stupid. A mistake. But Spamton was a reckless guy, and he’d learned after years in the dump that if someone gives you something for free? You damn well take it!

It’d been ages since he’d been touched like this; at least, touched without him being paid for it. Tenna groped at him like he craved him, and he must’ve, because he was panting and slobbering above him like a bitch in heat, peppering kisses over his cheek and down his shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he panted, and sobbed, “sorry. Don’t know what got… hah.. into me… miss you so much…!”

And if that didn’t make Spamton’s heart stop. 

He hugged Tenna as best as he could, his fingertips just barely able to reach the ends of Tenna’s wide shoulders. The movement spurred a high pitched whine from the CRT, and they met once more in a crashing kiss. Puppet teeth bit down on a silicone tongue, drool leaked between them and soaked shirts through, and Tenna, sweet Tenna, tried to clamber onto Spamton’s lap as though he were several magnitudes smaller than he actually was. 

“YOU NEEED- NEED TO-“ Spamton gasped out as Tenna pushed him down, pinning him to the couch cushions. He shut the little man up with a kiss, and Spamton would be indignant if it didn’t feel so good. 

This wasn’t some sweet reunion kiss. This was…

He could feel that monster-sized (life was so unfair, and Tenna was too privileged!!!) bulge brushing against the apex of his thighs, and he clenched them with a wince. Was he really going to let that inside him? It’d been years since he’d taken something so big, and even more years since he’d been with Tenna like that. He didn’t know if he could manage it. 

“Miss you…” Tenna pulled back with a gasp, not even bothering to white his face. His entire screen was wet- not just sweat and spit, but tears- and he let out a little sniffle. “Sorry. I’m so… ugh.”

”I [5 star rating] IT.” Spamton hesitated, and then reached out to take his hand. He gripped it tightly. “KEEP [press enter to continue]?”

Tenna stared at him in astonished silence, and his antennae perked up in excitement. “Y-you mean-“

”MIGHT AS WELL.” 

“That’s not as romantic a response as I was looking for, but, okay!” Tenna perched over him with a wide grin. “Whatever you want, Spam! I-I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you so good…”

Spamton yelped as his wrists were wrenched upwards, pinned above his head with one giant hand. Tenna’s screen had gone completely dark and flushed, a wide toothy grin spread across it. His other hand tugged at Spamton’s white slacks, fumbled with the buttons, before with a frustrated huff he tore it off completely. 

What a [@#$%]!! What, did he think he was made of kromer?? Those had been his only pair for nearly a decade now and-!

Tenna brought his hips up, his free hand cupping his rear, and wrapped his mouth around his entire pelvis. His protests died with a static squeal, head thrown back in ecstasy. His tongue prodded at his hole for permission, and entered agonizingly slowly. 

Spamton thumped the top of his monitor with a gasp, pulling on Tenna’s antennae in a way that made him whimper in return. Thick fingers slid back up his waist and into the junction between his pelvis and his thigh, a pinky partially popping the limb off and-

Blue skies and white clouds danced in his vision. He clawed at Tenna’s monitors, tears now freely dripping off of his face and down his long nose. Pit pat, pit pat. They fell and splashed onto Tenna’s head, but he didn’t let up. He continued to finger Spamton’s insides, drinking up the cum and slick that had gushed into his mouth. 

Tenna finally pulled back with a filthy pop and an equally as filthy grin- and Spamton was a shameless guy, but even this threw him for one hell of a loop. 

“You taste so good, Spammy,” Tenna cooed, his hips wiggling in excitement. His hand tightened from where it was holding onto Spamton’s wrists. “It’s been so long since I’ve had you like this… haha… it’s so hard to hold myself back!”

He grappled with his belt, before tugging his pants only far down enough to let his massive cock free. Spamton stared at it in excitement. There was no earthly way it should fit, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. 

“THEN DON’T. YO   U CAN [girls gone wild], I WO_N’T [[break]!1!” Spamton crowed, lifting his hips up to egg Tenna on. 

Tenna went quiet, and then he smiled so wide that his fangs slipped over his bottom lip. He held Spamton down beneath him, pressing the tip of his cock to Spamton’s loosened hole. Spamton could feel static electricity zipping from it and onto his plastic casing, and it had him shuddering all over. He tensed and let out an ugly moan filled with sound bites as Tenna finally pushed in. 

“W-wow, I can see myself inside you!” Tenna gasped halfway through, pressing down on the large bulge threatening to escape from Spamton’s plush stomach. He let out a little giggle of excitement, rocking his hips back and forth to watch it move. 

Spamton wheezed. “[6.99 dildos for sale]! ST   O P TEASing M333…!!!”

”You’re not making a lot of sense, Spammy.”

”[Capacity overload].”

Tenna laughed it off. “Oh, you can handle it. You used to take me so well- you remember how nicely I fucked you back in the day?” He lovingly asked, sitting back on his haunches. He grabbed Spamton by the middle, now holding him tight with the other hand still around his wrists. “And now you’re back here, with me. We might’ve gotten off on the wrong foot- but, oh, everything’s alright now! Everything’s alright because you’re-“

He let out a throaty moan, slamming Spamton down onto his cock. A wail escaped the smaller man, and his legs thrashed in ecstasy. His glasses were crooked on his nose, but he had no means with which to fix them. Tenna was holding him secure in a way that sent a thrill of fear through his stomach.

”Because… because you’re all mine again!” Tenna said, a swoon in his voice. “All mine- all mine again. Fuck…”

Spamton’s stomach twisted, something cold settling deep within his gut. He tried to protest it, but his words were fucked away from his head. Tenna’s large cock punched into him and up against his cervix, threatening to burst free of his gut. It was all too much for him and he came with a sob, splattering both of their thighs with slick. 

“Come on, you can’t be done so soon!” Tenna got onto his feet and hauled Spamton up with him, pulling him off of his cock to kiss him again. 

He held him against the wall and lifted his legs up as far as they could go, until they were practically on either side of his head. The stretch ached, but Tenna was inside him again, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He let out a low growl of pleasure as his pace quickened, heavy balls smacking against Spamton’s ass in rhythm. 

“Good… so so so good!” Tenna gasped out. “P-please, please… were you thinking of me when you were gone? D-did you ever…?”

”Y  EAH,” Spamton moaned out, toes curling. “I [R18] ALL 0VER mMY [soft downy pillows] TH1NKING O F [only you, babe]!”

Tenna laughed. Relief was evident in his voice, and he grabbed Spamton’s chin tightly, tugging his head up with a nearly violent gesture. He dragged his tongue over his neck, across his cheek, and kissed him long and sloppy before he pulled away. His thrusts picked up in pace, a dopey grin on his face. 

“Sh-shoot- so did I! Ohmygod-“ he threw his head back, moaning obscenely as he shoved himself as deep as he could into Spamton before he came. Cum filled his womb before gushing free, dropping onto the floor in thick splats. Tenna giggled. “Phew…”

”NNHHH…” Spamton relaxed minutely, but gasped when Tenna began to pick up the pace again. “W-WAIT, I [ALERT: OVERLOAD IMMINENT]!!! I CCAAAAAN’T-“

He moaned, digging his fingers tightly into Tenna’s arms as he was fucked roughly against the wall. Tenna couldn’t hold himself up with how weak the orgasm made him, and they collapsed to the floor. Even still, the CRT kept mindlessly thrusting, overstimulating them both to the point of tears. 

“I can’t stop, I can’t let you go,” Tenna gasped out. He kissed Spamton again and again, lips pressed against unyielding teeth, against his brow, his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. He bit down suddenly and the puppet screamed in ecstasy, his entire body glitching, shifting in and out of reality as another climax wracked through his already thoroughly wrecked body. 

And Tenna didn’t stop. He was stirring his own cum within Spamton, cockhead pounding up against his cervix as though he could force it open, bullying it with each vigorous thrust. Delirious giggles and mumbles left his lips, half-slurred words thickened with the haze of lust. 

Spamton’s mind left him as Tenna came in him yet again, and yet was not satiated. He could distantly feel himself be maneuvered, set gently onto Tenna’s bed and peppered with kisses and bites yet again. Soft words and sweet nothings went unheard as everything turned to static. 

He came to some time later to see Tenna sucking him dry, licking him thoroughly clean of their spunk. He didn’t know what to feel about that possessive hand around his thigh. Something raw and tender spurred him to lean forward and caress Tenna’s head right where his antennae sprouted from it, thumbing the joining of wire and metal. Tenna leaned into it with a purr, before releasing Spamton’s dick in favor of pressing a kiss to his palm. 

Embarrassment flooded Spamton and he shifted away, huffing as Tenna leaned up to kiss him again and again. That cathode had no right being so stupidly sweet after that display. He could feel his pelvis throbbing dully, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain about it. 

Not with how nice Tenna felt curled around him. 

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Tenna had the most wonderful dream the other night. It was late at night and he was drinking sweet, Dark Candy wine, and Spamton- oh, Spamton had come back to him. He had cupped Tenna’s screen and kissed him and Tenna had kissed him back, had laid him down and… and…

He shot up in bed, covering his mouth. Beside him a lump shifted beneath the sheets, before settling with a snore. Tenna swallowed and peeled back the sheets slowly. He bit back a squeal at the sight of black hair, and pulled it down until he’d exposed Spamton to his waist. 

So. That WASN’T a dream, huh?

Resisting the urge to bury his face in the pillow and kick his legs up in the air in glee, he laid on his side and wrapped an arm around the puppet. Spamton shifted in his sleep, brows momentarily furrowing, but Tenna shushed him and he settled back down.

Maybe he had been too enthusiastic. Tenna had really done a number on the mailman; his plastic casing indented with numerous claw and teeth marks. Guilt warred with titillation deep in his chest, and Tenna had to swallow down the drool that threatened to spill out as he pulled the sheets further down the curve of Spamton's hips and thighs and exposed the scars there. 

It was so gross- this was no way for a family-friendly TV to be acting, absolutely no way! Toriel would be horrified if she knew how… how… 

… but Toriel wasn't here. Not anymore. Not ever again. 

The looming expectations of the Dreemurr household still lingered in his head. Even if sin didn't really exist in their religion, the Dreemurrs followed it so devoutly that Tenna, partly, bought into it too. 

Spamton was also religious, but not quite in the same way. He was more egocentric about it, Tenna realized, and had less compunctions about acting in his own self interest. Tenna's influences ran deep, contributing to a lot of ideas that Spamton usually dismissed as naive or immature. 

Tenna had a lot of his firsts with the other man. He just had this overwhelmingly charming presence- even if half the things he'd say were bullshit, he'd spin it in a way that would have you nodding along without thinking too hard about it. He just seemed so self assured. So confident. So BIG. 

Now he was small. 

And fragile. 

And so, so easy to manhandle. 

Tenna's screen flushed and he tugged on his antennae, pulling them over his face as though he could hide behind it. No, no, he was NOT going to sexualize Spamton in his sleep like some kind of- of PERVERT. He was not a pervert! He wasn't! He really, really wasn't! 

He crossed his legs and silently begged for his erection to die down. 

The blankets shifted beside him during his mental self-flagellation, Spamton stirring with a low, bitcrushed groan. His hands groped around blindly. Tenna caught on quickly and handed him his glasses.

What was with that color combo, anyways? Pink and yellow- no, now yellow and pink- no, pink and yel- Oh, whatever! Spamton used to wear glasses back then too, but they were tinted a deep red to match his suit, nowhere near this clashing color combination. 

Then again, other, more glaring changes about Spamton existed. 

A lot of changes, in fact.

Tenna swallowed down the acrid taste in his mouth and leaned in, looming over Spamton with a sunny smile. “GOOD MORNING, DARLING!” 

Spamton closed his eyes wearily. “[10 out of 10]s, I [love and appreciate] Y0U, B UT PLS DON'tT [Hydrogen Bomb vs Coughing Baby] [One Day Soup That Causes Blindness] ME.” 

“Oh, WHOOPS! Sorry! Guess I got a little- EXCITED!” Tenna turned his screen off so that he could continue staring at Spamton without him being blinded. 

Wasn't he just so considerate? Oh, he should've gone and made breakfast in bed while he was at it. It would've made it easier to convince Spamton later. 

The salesman laughed a little, sitting up and stretching slowly. His joints crackled and he groaned, grumbling as his shoulder almost popped right out of its ball joint! Tenna jumped in alarm, but Spamton pushed it back in like it was nothing, even if he was clearly gritting his teeth in pain. 

Oh, the poor thing! All the more reason Tenna should set out his offer sooner or later- someone just had to take care of the guy, and, hehehe, who better to do the job than his loving (temporary) ex? 

… okay. Maybe Tenna was jumping the gun a bit. Admittedly he did have a history of escalating quickly in a relationship- he had several rebounds after Spamton left that had ended poorly because he may or may not have proposed to them the morning after BUT THAT WASN'T HERE OR NOW! They were moments of WEAKNESS! 

He'll propose to Spamton on their THIRD morning together, not the first! See! Much more reasonably paced! 

“[Delicis] [Denny's Breakfast Sandwhiches]-” Spamton shook his head, massaging his fingers into his jaw, then his neck, then lower, where the seam of his waist met his chest. “N0. NO. D0 YOU. W4NT [sum] [Morning Sunshine!] BR4KFAST?” 

Wait. No. 

“Are you offering to make ME breakfast?” Tenna pointed at himself. 

Spamton looked at him like he was stupid. “0BVIOUSLY.” 

“I- I could- I mean, I'm not saying you can't, but, I could make it-” 

“I D0N'T [Want fire protection?], T3NS.” Spamton deadpanned. “I ALWAYS [5 star chef].”

No, no, no! It was all falling apart! His plan! His perfect, reasonable plan! 

“B-but I've been practicing! I've watched a TON of cooking shows- Kitchen Nightterrors, the Great Monster Bakeoff, even Hannibal-” 

If anything, Spamton looked even more uneasy. He patted Tenna on the arm, giving him as wry a smile he could with his mouth stuck in one. 

“JUST L3T ME [do what I need to do]!” Spamton said. “IT'S [been so long since I've seen my son] I [let him cook!!!], BUT THIS [Number 1 Rated] [unCertified] [Jackass] STILL HA_S IT!!1” 

“I…” Tenna had to admit, he did feel a bit touched at Spamton's insistence. “Well… gosh, alright.” 

“G00D.” The mailman made no attempt at moving. “[B-T-Dubs], I NEED YOU TO [pick me up, haul me around]. MY LEGS [error: zero function].”