Slenderman and the FBI

7- It's beautiful

Slendermans pov-

Last night was great, I wasn't hungry anymore and I felt brand new. I had my strength back, and I felt great. I was just wanting to show him how thankful I was. But I couldn't get him out of my mind, the reactions he was giving as I was pleasuring him made me feel Goosebumps and I was wanting to see his reaction again.

But I looked around and didn't see him in the room with me, so I got up and opened the bedroom but didn't see him anywhere.

Where was he? I then checked the restroom but it was empty. I was feeling panic, and my tendrils were desperately opening every door but he wasn't in here. I then went towards his desk, and looked at the computer that he is always on and sure enough I saw him in another room with...a man.

I felt angry, why wasn't he here with me? I was about to leave but the door open and he was right here.

" Oh, good morning. You..ok? " I heard him ask. No, I wasn't. My tendrils Instinctively grabbed him and pulled him close to me. My real hands wrapped around his waist, and I nuzzled my face into his neck inhaling his intoxicated scent that I've grown to get attached to.

I heard him sigh, and felt his hand rubbing up and down my back. It was comforting to say the least.

" I just went down to get some breakfast, are you interested in eating pancakes? " He said as I saw him glance at me. I just shaked my head as I wasn't interested. I do like to eat flesh and blood, but now...I was hungry for something else..and that would definitely satisfy me.

Just like yesterday, it made me feel whole. I felt stronger than before. And I was.. wanting more. So much more. I was already feeling electric, and without thought. My mouth formed, and my long tongue was licking his neck placing love bites.

I felt him squirm, and I didn't care. I was wanting him. So much, that it was hard to not do anything. One of my hands gripped his waist tighter, as the other was rubbing his waist indicating that I was wanting more. I felt his tongue against mine, and I couldn't help but deepen the kiss.

I didn't mind if the kiss was sloppy, because soon enough it wouldn't be. I picked him up which caught him off guard, his legs wrapped around my torso and I let out a low growl. I was kissing his jaw, and he was breathing heavily. I didn't want pancakes for breakfast, I wanted him for breakfast. And I wasn't going to stop until I do.

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David's pov-

I was sitting on my big white long couch with slenderman. I made him stop seducting me when I bit his tongue. And luckily that made him stop. I don't know what he possibly could want from me, but I didn't know if I was willing to give it to him.

His head was on my lap, and the rest of his body was laying on the couch. His tendrils were holding a book, while his real hands were on his stomach. I sighed, as I couldn't help but smile slightly. I didn't want him to go. But then again..i can't keep him here.

Although I was wanting to, but he had a home somewhere and probably misses it a lot. Meanwhile I'm stuck here... forever..

I was in my thoughts that I didn't notice one of his tendrils wrap around my waist, and slithered up my shirt. But I snapped out of it, when I did realize it was in my shirt to keep warm. I chuckled, as I patted the tendril that was underneath my shirt resting.

I heard a knock on the door, and I sighed. Slenderman didn't budge, instead he stayed still. I then got up, but slenderman pulled me back down. He then put his head back in his original spot and I shaked my head and sighed.

" Slender, not now. " I said as I got up again, but heard a growl come from him. Jeez, what's wrong with him today? I then went towards the door and opened it myself. I cracked it slightly to where they could only see me, but saw Amy. She was my dad's girlfriend before he passed away. And she looked pissed.

" Aren't you going to invite me in? " I heard her ask in her usual stoic attitude. I made a tsk and closed the door in her face. I then looked at slenderman, and he was standing up with his real arms crossed. He didn't look happy.

" Hey, not now. Someone is here and she is not happy. Please, hide in my room. " I said but he didn't move. He was tapping his foot impatiently, and I sighed. I locked the door and went to him quickly. I placed my hands on his arms, and tippy toed to kiss him where his lips were supposed to be. But before I got to pull away, his mouth formed and he roughly kissed me.

I just let him do what he wanted, and nonetheless kissed him back. I was moving in sync, but it's like he was wanting more like before. But before I could bite his tongue, he already let me go and licked his lips. He then disappeared into my bedroom and closed the door. I sighed, and wiped my face just in case I had black blood on me, and I sure did.

I then opened it and when I did, she slapped me across the face.

" Why the fuck did you close it in my face, and lock the fucking door? Is someone in here? " She said as she roughly pushed me away from the door and started to walk around. She made a confused face when she saw a big cell with a couch in it. And she turned to look at me.

" What the fuck have you been doing? " She said as she was demanding an answer. But I was too much in a daze. She came to me again, and slapped me once more. This made my eye patch fall, and she gasped when she saw my green bright neon eye.

" You fucking freak, I knew your eye was never torn. But why the fuck do you have a big ass cell in here for? Huh? Fucking answer me! " She said as she roughly pushed me and I stumbled into my desk. My breathing was getting heavier, and heavier with each passing moment.

My hands were getting sweaty, and I tried to calm myself down.

" I don't need to explain anything..to you. " I said lowly, and this made her furious. She was then hitting me with her purse, she then was going to hit me again but she suddenly stopped.

I looked at her, and looked up to see him. His tendrils were wrapped around her and squeezing her tightly. She was making small gaps to breathe but failed. He looked angry, and soon enough. She bursted, her body parts flew everywhere with blood. He then roughly grabbed me with one of his tendrils, and they were making me look at him.

My face was red, especially my cheeks. I was covered in blood and so was he. But he could still see what she did to me. His gaze then landed on my eye that was always covered with an eye patch. I noticed this, and I immediately pushed away from him to hide my eye from him.

I went back to get my patch, but he immediately slapped it out of my hand as he pulled me towards him again. One of his real hands brushed against the side of my face gently, where my green eyes was. And he payed attention to my big scratch mark where my white eye was. Although he noticed it but never knew how big it was. I saw his mouth form, and I was beyond vulnerable.

" Your eye...it's beautiful.." I heard him say, this made me swell with tears. I always thought my eyes were ugly because of what my father did. I nuzzled my head into his stomach as I was holding him tightly. He saw this, and didn't hesitate to comfort me.

His tendrils were holding me, and some were moving up and down reassuring me. His chin was ontop of my head, and I sniffled. I didn't want to let him go. Not ever.