Chapter 4
After the Slender disappeared, the week had gone on normal enough—normal as it could get for Conall. He spent two days sick in bed while wondering why the Slenderman disappeared off to every time he left. He wanted to ask the tall being about it, but at the same time he was unsure if he even wanted to know. What if he really didn't leave? What if he just stalked him from a far? That would creepy and rather unsettling, so maybe just wondering was for the best.
After two days of being ill, he finally felt well enough to get up and go do some work, so he did manage that. He was a little sad not to see the being at the bus stop, but he resisted the urge to go look around for him, the guy would come when he was ready. At least, that's what Conall told himself. The rest of the week passed like that until he was invited to go to the old house, which he accepted. "I'll meet you two there." He murmured quietly, bid the other male on the phone goodnight, and then got some clothes out for the morning.
Conall never really cared to ask why they always invited him to go to the house; it wasn't like he ever really did anything there. Despite that, he got up around 10 in the morning, dragged himself around the place until 12, and then got dressed to leave. He met up with the two along a path in the forest, "Yo.." He greeted the two, yawning a bit while he stood there. The young man hadn't even bothered to brush his hair; he just pulled it into a ponytail, and then put on a blue hoodie.
"Hey," Jesse said, scratching his head and ruffling his blonde hair. "Got some amazing green from my cousin visiting from Denver. Too bad you're not game. You're going to miss out." He turned to the other boy instead, elbowing him with enthusiasm over the find.
They continued until they reached the old house, Jesse sprawling into his usual place on the tattered couch. He leaned forward, wiping off the coffee table before beginning to roll a joint.
In the distance, out of sight, the Slenderman followed along. After leaving Conall he'd taken the opportunity to go feeding, terrifying a young couple making out behind the Post Office, and then a cluster of girls playing on the far end of the playground. All other times he would be fixated on his new prey, but it all felt lackluster with Conall on his mind. He found himself wondering what he was doing more than where he was going to search next.
After a few days he felt satisfied and returned to Conall's stomping grounds to search for him. He waited outside his house and followed him into the woods, until now.
"Not my thing, but I know you two will enjoy yourselves for me." Conall rolled his eyes and simply chose to walk along behind the two taller males. Once at the house, Fred plopped down next to Jess and began doing the same, glancing over in Conall's direction. "You sure you don't want to at least try?" He hummed, eyes quickly returning to what he was doing with his hands. Conall held his hands up and backed out of the room and into the kitchen, nearly tripping over a chunk of ceiling that had fallen to the floor.
He managed to catch himself and let out a sigh, looking up at the uneven ceiling that had pockets of rain water weighing it down. "You two are really going to have to find a new place to do this shit. This house is falling apart." He called to the two in the two in the front room, but he doubted they would even care; this wasn't the first time he'd complained about the house.
The Slenderman approached the house, walking up to one of the kitchen windows that had been left open. The wood all around it was rotten and a little soft. He stooped forward, crossing his arms and leaning against the window to wait for Conall to turn around.
After about a minute of staring up at the ceiling, Conall turned around to spot the familiar being 'chilling' there in the window with his long arms folded. He smirked slightly and cocked his head to the side while regarding the suit wearing male, "Hey buddy." He greeted in a quiet voice, carefully approaching the window to reach through it, wrapping his arms firmly around the other's shoulders in a hug. He had to admit that he'd been worried that the Slenderman wasn't going to return, the more time he spent with the guy the more he was worried that he would leave for good. "Good to see you." He released the being after a moment and stepped back away from the window, rubbing the back of his neck lightly as he looked away.
He remained still as the young man wrapped his arms around him, shock drowned out by his comforting familiarity. It was his warmth, the pleasant smell of him and the softness of his hair against the side of the Slenderman's face that made him sad as soon as he was let go.
He reached up and brushed his fingers through Conall's hair, but immediately felt it might seem strange and corrected himself by ruffling it into a mess with a few swipes.
He snickered lightly while having his hair ruffled, reaching up to playfully bat Slend's hand away, smiling wide while doing so. He motioned for the slender to back up out of the window, waiting long enough for him to comply, and then slipped out of the window to stand outside with the other. "My friends are in the other room, so it's probably best that I just come out here." He explained with a shrug, reaching up with both hands to attempt to make his hair look somewhat presentable. Conall gave up after only a few seconds of raking his fingers through his hair and just shrugged, it wasn't like the being would judge him for how his hair looked.
"But, uh…yeah.. It's good to see you again. This might sound weird, but I missed you." That probably did sound weird and it definitely wasn't something he'd normally say to another human, but this was no human. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a glance around, then looked over his shoulder to see back into the house to make sure no one was there. He doubted his friends would react very well to seeing the Slenderman.
The Slenderman stood there dumbly, his last three words echoing in his mind. He'd been wondering between two possibilities; that Conall might be glad to have been rid of the paranormal entity, or if he was very lucky, annoyed that he'd left without an explanation. But here he was experiencing his first hug, and… Conall missed him?
But he quickly came down from the clouds as he heard one of the humans call out. "Hey, what're you doing in there?" one of the boys said from inside. The Slenderman looked up and listened, determining that no one was walking into the kitchen. He looked down at Conall, who was far too short to climb back in the window from which he'd jumped. He stood there awkwardly, not sure what the human would want to do.
Conall looked back up towards the window and made a split decision that he'd have to make up some lie about later on. "Come on." He quickly made his way from the side of the house and into the forest, careful not to make too much noise while moving through the woods. He could always tell the two that he remembered he had something to do, or something simple like that, but he didn't doubt they'd want more info than that. 'I'll come up with something later.' He thought, glancing over his shoulder to see if the being was following him, or not.
He stopped once they were a good distance away from the house where he could talk and not worry about others hearing, course he had considered whether someone would be able to hear him scream. Conall did like the Slenderman and all, but he couldn't help but wonder if the guy was just going to end up murdering him at some point. Of course, he had these doubts about mostly everyone, but that was just all those horror books coming back to bite him in the butt. "There." He nodded and leaned back against a tree, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket to see if he got a signal.
The Slenderman followed him deeper into the woods, looking at the yellow and orange leaves on the ground as he walked. When they finally stopped he looked up, watching the human lean against a tree and examine his phone.
There was nothing curious about a Slenderman being in the woods but he found himself wondering why Conall wanted to be here. When he put his phone away and turned to him, he could only figure that there wasn't a reason. It was a nice day after all.
He glanced at one of the trees which was a deep shade of red, thinking that he probably took his setting for granted too often. It was a beautiful time of year. He looked around, determining where they were, and walked by Conall, giving his ear a gentle tug. He began to walk farther into the woods, turning back to see if he would follow.
The phone didn't have any service out amongst the trees, so that lie was out. He shook his head slightly at himself for being such a crap liar, snapping out of his thoughts when his ear was tugged. "Oh—Sorry." He apologized without thinking, and then actually looked to see why his ear had been tugged. "Oh.." Conally gave a sheepish grin and glanced back in the direction of the house before he silently followed after the taller being.
They continued to walk for a while, the Slenderman slowing his pace to meet the human's. It was easy for him to forget; with such long legs it didn't take many steps to go far. When he'd slowed to walk with Conall, he looked down at him and his hands buried in his pockets, and imitated it himself.
As they walked, he started to wonder if it was a longer journey than Conall would be up for, not sure if a short trip for a Slenderman was still short for a human. From his calculation, the destination was about half a mile from where they were.
He followed along behind the slender for a few minutes, images his him being murdered out in the forest flashing through his head, but convinced himself that wasn't going to happen. 'Man, I need to cut back on the horror books.' He thought and chuckled quietly to himself, looking down as the forest floor while he walked to avoid tripping over branches, and such. Last thing he wanted to do now was face plant out in the forest, "So, uh," He took a few quick steps to catch up and walk besides the being now. "May I ask where we're heading? You're not gonna murder me, right?" He joked about the last part, hoping the answer wasn't a 'yes'.
The tall being stopped in his tracks, looking down with surprise. He sounded like he was joking, but was that really on Conall's mind? His pulse hadn't been fast, but when the Slenderman honed in on him he did feel a twinge of apprehension.
He searched for the right sounds to comprise his words, but it was difficult when he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "In my youth… I terrified a human to death. It was an accident." He looked off to the side, hands fidgeting together. He didn't know why he'd told him that. He'd never told anyone, not even his own kind. Realizing he hadn't answered his question, he continued. "I wouldn't… hurt you."
"Terrified a human to death..? Like..a heart attack?" He could see something happening like that to an older person, like his grandpa, but surely something like that couldn't happen to someone his age. Conall let out a relieved sigh when he heard the last words and reached out to take the beings fidgeting hands in his own. "Good to hear and..um..accidents happen, they happen a lot when you're young, but then you learn from them." He released the others hands after a moment and gave a nod, "You gonna answer my first question or is it a surprise?"
The Slenderman's chest felt tight as Conall responded. It had taken a long time of mourning and self-doubt for him to come to that conclusion, and it was the first time he'd heard another speak it aloud. And that a human had spoken it, a young human too, reminded him what slow learners the Slendermen were. He was grateful now more than ever to have come across the human for a second time in its brief lifetime.
He shook his head 'no' in response to Conall's last question, feeling that he'd spoken enough for the moment. They continued into the woods, slow clouds drifting over now and then and blocking out the sun. They finally reached their destination as a cloud moved out of the way, sunlight streaming through the colored leaves.
The Slenderman pointed upward, at an old tree house built high up in a large tree. Long ago someone had dedicated a lot of time to the structure, which he'd explored himself before. It held a large room and multi-paned windows, which were miraculously unbroken after a decade of abandonment. Down the tree was a spiral staircase, and the Slenderman led Conall to the bottom. Unsure of the structural integrity of the stairs, which he'd never bothered to use, he gestured for Conall to go first so he could keep watch of him if anything happened.
The Slenderman listened closely to the sound of the wooden staircase, to the creaking and moaning and subtle vibrations of it bending beneath Conall's weight. His fingers extended into claws and he trailed his left hand along the bark, ready to grip onto it if necessary.
They were high up and close to the tree house when he heard the deep groaning of the wood, and desperately looked down to figure out which piece was failing. But it was the railing that snapped, breaking off beside Conall and pulling out of his grasp as it fell.
Instantaneously, the Slenderman's tentacles burst from the back of his suit jacket and wrapped around the trunk and the staircase to anchor them. He dug his claws into the bark, grabbing Conall around the waist with his other arm. The staircase itself seemed to be secure, but he waited a moment anyway.
At some point of the journey up the stairs, Conall managed to come to the conclusion that the Slender probably had never used these stairs before. That conclusion became more evident when the banister decided to keel over while he held it, but the Slender's quick reaction probably kept him from falling over board with the railing. "If you wanna do that teleporting thing you, uh, have my permission. " He gave a shaky laugh, heart pounding from the scare he'd just gotten, but he was still in good spirits.
"As fun as scaling stairs is, I don't think possibly falling to my death is really worth it." He was rather thankful to have the being's arm wrapped around his waist, though he wasn't sure this was his ideal situation for it to happen in.
The Slenderman agreed on all counts. Carefully he released the tree in order to remove his suit jacket, then turned Conall to face him. He put the jacket over his shoulders and took his hands, teleporting them into the tree house.
Inside, the room had a low ceiling that he had to stoop in order to fit beneath. The room contained a few small pieces of furniture, a dusty card table, a long bench and a painting easel. Finding it impossible to stand, the Slenderman pulled up the bench and sat down. The room was a dirty place to be, but he found the view to be worth it.
He slipped his arms into the long sleeves of the suit jacket; chuckling a bit at how much longer the sleeves were on his arms, so much so that they were dragging on the ground. Conall took a moment to roll up the sleeves to keep them from getting dirty, "This place is amazing.." He smiled, carefully making his way around the place, not really minding the dirt. "I bet it looked even better when it was first put together."
The young man paused at the painting easel for a moment, looking it over for a moment, then continued on to the next thing till he found himself at the window. The view was definitely to die for, "Okay, this place just got even better…I'm surprised it's no longer in use. Maybe the person who made it died." He hummed, really just thinking out loud.
A few decades ago the Slenderman had come past this part of the woods and there had been nothing, and the next time he'd found the place abandoned. Things often happened that way, time passing so fast with more things to take in than were possible. But the Slenderman didn't think much about the passage of time, especially now when he was preoccupied with how cute the human was in his oversized suit jacket. He shrugged, tilting his head to the side as he looked at him.
It was a new experience for the Slenderman not to get what he wanted. True, he'd never wanted much of anything and what he did want was easily accessible, but temperance was a new thing to him. He couldn't just come up into Conall's space if he wanted to look at him closely, and he couldn't make him put on anything he didn't want to wear. He couldn't really make Conall do anything he didn't want to, and he truly didn't want to force him either. He'd already figured out that he really, really liked when Conall did things on his own, like greeting him with a hug or leaving his jacket on.
The Slenderman no longer desired to push him about anything, though at the moment he was fixated on the messy little ponytail hanging against the back of his neck. Maybe he didn't want to pressure him into anything, but it didn't mean he couldn't pester him. Conall was busy looking out the window, so he reached forward and lightly batted his ponytail.
Conall used his finger to draw on the dusty glass window, creating two eye holes for him to look out of. "Yep, my friends and I would have had a ball up in here as kids—that is if we would have even made it up the stairs." He chuckled, and then reached back quickly when he felt his ponytail get batted. He took a step back away from the window and turned around to cock his head at the sitting Slender, "What?" Conall used his right hand to feel at his ponytail to see if there was something in it, he didn't doubt that this place was crawling with bugs.
The tall being looked off to the side innocently, ignoring the question. He hadn't intended to tease him as much as pester him, but if Conall hadn't realized it was him then so be it. He waited a moment until the young man turned back to look out the window before giving his hair a gentle tug.
Conall spun around and pointed an accusing finger at the Slender while squinting at him, "You.." He tried to look like he was mad, but ended up just giggling a bit as he lowered his hand. "Is there something wrong with my hair or what?" He lifted his hand up and pulled his messy pony tail out, raising his other hand to ruffle his dark locks.
He tilted his hair down and stroked some of his hair down to give himself bangs, then tried smoothing the rest of his hair down into a 'shaggy dog' hair style. "Better?" He pulled the hair band onto his wrist to wear it like a bracelet. His hair was still messy and many strands still stuck up, but it was a good look for him.
It wasn't obvious that the Slenderman was captivated; sitting still as a stone rather than leaning forward and coming closer as he usually did. He sat there dumbly, taking it all in. He'd only seen his hair down when it was wet. Now that it was dry, with waves falling on the sides of his face and fly-aways suspended in the air and the sun catching his eyes, and… he looked...
"Perfect human," he murmured.
Conall simply smiled and shook his head slightly at the compliment itself and not the structure of the compliment. "Far from perfect, but I'm glad you think so." He turned around after a moment of watching the slender, then began drawing things on the dusty window. When it came to esteem Conall didn't really have much of it, he had always been uncertain about himself as a child, and the teasing throughout school was enough to make him dislike himself. He'd like to say that he was perfectly fine and his school experience didn't bother him at all, but that wasn't the case. If he could get away with wearing a mask all day he'd do it.
Still, he tried not to dwell on that too much and preoccupied himself with reading and work. He came back from his thoughts to pay attention to what he was drawing, snorting a bit when he realized he'd drawn the Slender in a top hat. "I should totally buy you a top hat..You'd look dapper as hell."
Shaking his head out of the boy's line of sight, the Slenderman let it go. He reached forward to the glass beside Conall, drawing a picture of him. Slendermen were fundamentally poor artists, not having progressed past the cave painting style. But he did his best, drawing a face and wavy hair, and finishing it off with a top hat twice as tall as the one Conall had drawn on him.
He snickered lightly at their two silly drawings and took a step away from the window while yawning loudly. He had perked up a bit when the Slender first popped up, but now he was starting to get a bit groggy again. Saturday was his day to just lay around at home in bed, "May we…go back to my house now..? We can chill in my room and read some books or something..?" Conall unfolded the arms of the suit coat and pulled it off, turning to make his way over to the sitting slender with coat in hands. He stopped in front of him and draped it over the being's shoulders, then used both hands to squish Slend's cheeks.
"Do you even have a mouth?" Conall asked suddenly, leaning in close to squint at the area on Slend's face that would have a mouth. He stopped squishing his face to instead rub his thumbs lightly over the pale skin where lips would be, completely forgetting about the personal space rules they'd sort of set up. "Do you eat regular food or do you eat something else?" He didn't really expect to get an answer to all his questions, but he still wanted to get them out there.
He enjoyed Conall's curious hands, but the questions were numerous and without easy answers. "Something else," the Slenderman finally said, sort of answering his last question. He could technically eat human food for leisure, but his insides were an empty void and food couldn't cure his type of hunger. It wasn't something he felt necessary to explain.
His mouth was not something he wanted to share either, especially when Conall had nowhere to run. His mouth was one of his weapons, the final act when terrorizing his prey. He reached up and took Conall's hands, gently leading them off his face.
The gesture was nice, for him to return the coat now, but he had to take it off and put it back over Conall's shoulders again. The Slenderman's clothes were an extension of himself, and his coat was the only way to bring Conall along places. "It teleports you," he explained, holding both of his smaller hands in one of his own. He used the other to cover his eyes, and removed them as they stood in the boy's bedroom.
He patted Conall's shoulder and took back his coat, slipping it on and buttoning it.
"Something else—Right." He wasn't exactly pleased with the answer, but he simply nodded in reply, and then shrugged once his hands were removed. Conall gave a slight nod at the whole 'it teleports you' sentence after the coat was draped over him once more, deciding he wasn't even going to try to think about it. Some things were easier to just accept and not think about, this being's very existence was once of those things, his clothing was now the second thing.
When Slend removed his hand and took his coat back, Conall kicked off his shoes , and then tossed them over to the door. "Thank you~" He hummed, pulling his hoodie off of his body, his long sleeve shirt accidentally getting pulled off along with it. He adjusted the sleeveless shirt that had managed to stay on his body, sitting down on his bed while he separated his hoodie, and long sleeve shirt. "When winter comes along I'll probably move down to sleep in the guest room, because the attic gets pretty cold." He explained.
Peeling his gaze off Conall's bare skin, the Slenderman nodded in acknowledgment. He decided to take off his shoes as well, standing in the corner and slipping out of them. He went to the desk and took the book he hadn't finished, and brought it over to the bed. He made himself comfortable sitting up against the headboard, but continued to watch Conall rather than actually read.
He was considering the small possibility of showing Conall his mouth, but the thought still filled him with dread. Something inside of him told him that answers, maybe even unsettling answers, would help put the human at ease with him. He turned down to the book as he thought it over.
Conall separated the two clothing items and immediately slipped his shirt back on and lay back on the bed with his legs hanging off. "You've got good taste in books." He chuckled after laying there for a minute or two with his eyes closed, opening one to look at the slender out of the corner of his eye. He smiled a little before he sighed and closed his eye once more, folding his arms behind his head. He considered a few things he could say, or a few of the books he could reread while hanging out with the being, but he made no moves to do anything. Maybe it was best to just enjoy the silence instead of trying to fill it with talk.
He rolled onto his side facing Slend and rested his head on his still folded arm, the other folded across his chest. He simply watched his odd friend, letting his eyes study the male before him. "…Hey…are you really a male or are you like genderless?" He asked, tone quiet now.
The Slenderman raised his head. The question was fair enough from a curious human, but why did he want to know? "Male," he said simply. At least, for once, he could give him a straight answer.
He nodded slightly and casually rolled along the length of his bed till he bumped into Slend's legs, reaching between the being's legs to grab the pillow that he was sitting on. He gave it a good tug and ripped it from under him, tossed it to the end of the bed, then laid down on it with his feet rested on Slend's legs. Conall once again folded his arms behind his head and then folded one leg over the other, "Mmkay.."
The being stared at his legs, and at the human's legs draped over them. His vision trailed up him and over his stomach and the small hint of skin showing above his waist band. And then his arms stretched up behind him. He glanced up at the ceiling; briefly feeling like some higher force was testing him, or just trying to make him suffer. His legs shifted a little just to feel the weight of the other's. Yes, it was happening. And if it was a test after all, he was failing.
"Conall… come here."
Conall considered complaining about the fact that he'd just gotten comfortable on the bed, but instead he just groaned and sat back up. He crawled over and sat down on his knees next to the being, lifting his hands up quickly to brush his hair back, resting his hands back on his lap. "What's up?" He hummed, tilting his head to the side.
With his attention, the Slenderman sat up a little better. He raised a finger and tapped on his empty 'mouth region' before dropping his hand again. He hoped that might prepare him for what he was about to do. It took a moment for him to muster the courage.
A small, dark, horizontal line appeared in the center, and began to grow on either side. The lines fell and sharply rose symmetrically, creating a jagged line like an unsteady pulse. He tried to keep his mouth small this time, not ear-to-ear-wide as he could do in the peak of terrifying glory. He leaned a little closer to Conall, letting his long, tapered tongue slip from his mouth and lightly flick the human's nose. He closed his mouth and hid it completely, leaning back to wait for a reaction.
He wasn't quite sure what the being was getting at when he tapped his face like that, but quickly caught on when something 'crazy' started to happen. He could only stare as the once featureless face grew a mouth, course at this point he was amazed that he could even be surprised at this point. This whole situation was farfetched enough and he really needed to learn to just go with the flow at this point.
Conall blinked Slend's tongue flicked him on the nose, then retreated back into the wicked mouth it'd snaked from. He stayed silent for a moment while digesting what he'd just seen, then pursed his lips slightly as he began to nod. "That was fuckin awesome. I didn't think you could get any cooler at this point, but I was dead wrong." He said, looking completely pleased with this new information.
The Slenderman felt his whole body relax. He leaned forward again, a little excited to be able to share with Conall. His mouth slipped into existence again, a smug, jagged smile appearing. And before he could stop himself, in one quick motion, he licked the human's lips.
He didn't really see why Slend didn't want to show off his mouth before this, but he guessed that it could be considered scary. "I'll admit that if you would have done that like..a few weeks ago, I probably would have lost it, but I trust you now, so it's okay." Conall patted him on the thigh to reassure him that he wasn't going to get scared off by him. He was going to say something else, but was caught off guard by the others tongue against his lips. He wasn't entirely sure what to think of the gesture, so he chose to disregard it for the most part. "That tongue of yours is insane." He chuckled, choosing not to wipe of his lips because he didn't want to seem rude. "Can you make it as long as you want like those tentacles that come out of your back, or can it only go a certain length?" He hummed, sitting up on his knees as he leaned in to get a closer look as his mouth as a whole.
The Slenderman ignored the question, too preoccupied with how close he was leaning. Yes, this had to be some sort of divine torture.
He'd kept himself thoroughly in check in the tree house where Conall had to rely on him to leave. But in the human's territory it would be easy for him to order the being out if he felt uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't want it to come to that.
He tried to make sense of Conall's behavior. He was completely at ease with him here, pressed into his personal space with a steady heartbeat. He had to be oblivious of it, otherwise he would have acted or recoiled from the Slenderman. He thought back on the tree house, and Conall dismissing his complement. Was he oblivious because he couldn't believe it? Surely not. Conall was a beautiful human. But who knew? Humans were complex.
He began lose focus as Conall leaned in, close enough for the being to feel his warm breath and the smell of the soap on his skin. Forgetting his train of thought, he brought his hand up to rest on the young man's back. Kissing was not possible for him, but he leaned in as if to do so, close enough that Conall's nose touched his face. He pressed forward and licked his mouth again, a little slower than before. This time he didn't pull away, instead waiting for Conall to end it if he chose.
At the age of 18, Conall had figured that he had never really been good at realizing that someone was attracted to him. He'd spent plenty of time doing the whole 'What if' and 'If I had' scenarios in his head, but when he got a chance to do anything he just chickened out. So many thoughts went through his head in that brief moment.
His eyes widened and he leaned back a few inches to stare at Slend's face, mouth parting slightly as if he was going to say something, but instead leaned back in. Conall rested his forehead against the other's and closed his eyes, heart pounding in his chest, but he kept calm on the outside. "Why?" He managed in a shaky voice, reaching his arms up to wrap them around the being's neck in sort of a hug. "Why do you like me?" That was the main thing he wanted to know, he needed to know, before he decided his next move. He did like the being more than he probably should at this point, but he didn't get why this supernatural being would choose to care about him, and not someone else. Conall prayed that his reaction wouldn't cause the Slenderman to leave like he usually did. His arms tightened just a bit and he pressed his body in just a bit closer, hoping to keep the being from leaving, or at least this would make his escape from the bed more difficult.
Worry swept over him as the Slenderman heard the anguish in Conall's voice. He wrapped his arms around the human, pulling him against him. In that question, he discovered something he had been overlooking. Conall was, perhaps, not as confident as he imagined.
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of what to say. How could he say all that he wanted to in as little words as he preferred? Why did he like him? "…Why wouldn't I?"
He opened his eyes and suddenly wished the slender made some kind of expressions that he could read, it was pretty hard figuring out how the being felt. "…Heh..Don't answer my questions with a question." Conall huffed and placed a light kiss on the Slend's forehead, grumbling out a few incoherent things afterwards while blushing. "I should just accept that you care, huh? Especially since I don't think don't I'm going to get any answers out of you." He turned his head away for a moment, then looked back to bump their foreheads together once more.
An idiot could tell that Conall was unsatisfied, and the Slenderman felt bad about his answer. He felt like a foreigner, stubbornly refusing a new language, but Conall needed this and he could provide it if he stopped resisting.
"Sorry…" he breathed. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on arranging his voice memories for something more complicated. "Before you… I hadn't spoken in… years. Slendermen don't, usually." He stopped, figuring Conall could piece it together.
He shifted his arms around the young man's waist. "I like… that you…" he remembered coming face to face with Conall in the aging house and his voice before running away, "…that you were brave enough to speak to me." He thought of earlier today and the human's arms around him when he returned. "…that you… missed me." He remembered back farther, cornering him with only a towel around his hips. "…that you challenge me." He remembered Conall's wet hair and how he let a monster go ahead and ease his curiosity and touch it, but he kept that to himself.
The Slenderman took a strand of his hair and let it slide through his fingers. "I like this." He touched Conall's face, trailing along his patterned skin. He slid his thumb along his bottom lip. He listened to his heart pumping. "…You."
Feeling embarrassed he shrugged a shoulder, looking around at things other than the human in front of him.
Conall listened and as the Slender being went on he felt his face growing warm with a blush, even more so when the being's hand trailed along his face. He wanted to tell the being to just shut up, hearing the reasons why Slend felt for him was more than embarrassing, but he let the other finish. He was even surprised by how much he was speaking. "Heh.." He unwrapped his arms from around Slend once he finished speaking and hid his face against the being's long neck, placing a chaste kiss where his jugular would be. "I like you too…I like you a lot and thank you for telling me why you care. It means a lot to me." He whispered the last part and simply hid his face, breathing lightly against the other's skin.
The Slenderman held him, gently stroking his back and basking in the moment. He felt like he'd said enough for the next decade, but it was well worth it. Now he was here, warmed by Conall's body heat and serenaded by his heartbeat.
A jagged smirk spread over his empty face as he felt Conall against his neck. He found it humorous that he'd so adamantly wanted to hear the truth and then hid from it. He started to get a wicked feeling like he wanted to see him embarrassed more, and put together his options. He put a hand behind Conall's closer knee, and the other on his side, encouraging him to swing his leg over to sit on him, though he wasn't sure if the human would follow along.
Conall nuzzled into the Slenderman's neck for a moment longer, resisting the being's request for a moment before he gave in. He placed both hands on the other's shoulders and straddled his lap, settling down after a moment. Sitting on someone's lap wasn't something he was really accustom too and the fact that he was blushing from ear to ear probably made it obvious that he was embarrassed. The young man was having a hard time remembering the most recent time he'd felt so embarrassed, and this was probably the most recent. He removed his hands from the other's shoulders while eyeing the smile that was on his face, "I bet you're enjoying my embarrassment." Conall shook his head and laughed lightly, wondering what he could possibly do to embarrass the Slender he was currently sitting on.
The Slenderman shrugged, but his persistent grin gave him away. He'd never needed to practice a poker face when he could just make everything vanish.
Conall's face was very flushed now, and the Slenderman liked it far too much. "Cute," he murmured, brushing a pale thumb over one of his cheeks. His skin was especially warm, and the Slenderman leaned forward and nuzzled him to feel it.
His hands slid down, one resting on the human's back and the other trailing down his side until he reached his leg, just above the knee. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist just running his hands all over him.
Conall closed his eyes slowly and leaned up into the Slender's nuzzling, "You're way cuter." He hummed his reply, enjoying the whole situation more than he probably should be. He opened his eyes again and silently wished the being had a mouth that he could kiss, but maybe it was for the best because he wasn't the best kisser. 'Maybe I could kiss his tongue? Or would that be weird?' He pondered, tilting his head to the side to kiss along the being's jaw line. Con didn't mind Slend's hands on him at all and considered encouraging him to touch him more, but he resisted.
A soft growl escaped him as he felt Conall's mouth on his jaw. His hands flew to his thighs, holding him tightly and willing himself not to grind up against the human. But he did raise his knees, pushing Conall's hips forward against him.
He brought a hand up to Conall's face, turning his head so his lips brushed his face where a human's mouth would be. "Here, please."
He sucked in a breath when his hips pressed against the Slender's, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to focus on keeping his breathing even, opening them when his head was turned. "Mhmm.." Conall slid his hands down from the being's shoulders, over his chest, and then settled on his sides to grip his suit coat. He placed a few light kisses on his 'lips' before his tongue slipped out to lick the skin lightly, rolling his hips into the Slender's to get the friction he was craving.
The Slenderman's chest felt tight as the human lay kisses on him. Oh, what he would give to return them. His hands trembled as he felt Conall's tongue slide against his mouth, and he jumped at the feeling of his hips curving down against him. He began to growl again, longer and slower and deeper, unable to stop himself. He rocked upward, hands slipping up the back of Conall's shirt and over his heated skin.
His mouth parted just enough for his tongue to slip out, sliding against Conall's bottom lip and pressing against his teeth.
Conall didn't really know how to respond to the growling, so he chose to ignore it, and just hope that he wasn't doing something wrong. He began to get lightheaded the more turned on his became from this whole thing; the Slender's rocking wasn't helping either, nor were the thoughts of sex that were going through his head. His mouth opened and licked along the being's tongue, breathing becoming more uneven with each rock of his hips.
The Slenderman wrapped his arms fully around Conall's waist, lifting him and pushing him back against the bed. The mattress let out a slow creak as they repositioned, the Slenderman resting on his elbows with Conall lying between them. He looked too good like this, with his hair splayed out against the blanket.
The being continued to rock his hips as he explored Conall's neck. The jagged ends of his mouth carefully brushed against the human's skin, tongue slipping down his shirt and then sliding up to his jaw, feeling his pulse pound against it. He backed downward, face nuzzling against his shirt and down to his stomach, pausing at his belt. The Slenderman's tongue dropped down and curled around it, blatantly showing off his dexterity. He looked up at Conall with a grin, waiting to see if he'd give him permission to continue.
Conall's hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets on either side of his body, only really able to just gasp, and arched up into the Slender in need. He lifted his head up and watched as the being nuzzled his way down to his pants where he showed off that impressive tongue of his. "Holy shit." Was all he managed to say, head practically spinning from the little show he was getting, and all the being had done was wrap it around his belt.
He blinked when his ears picked up the sound of a muffled ring tone coming from his hoodie that had somehow ended up on the floor. He recognized the ringtone 'Fly Me To The Moon' as his grandfather and bit his bottom lip, really not wanting to stop the slender, but he had to. "S-sorry." He muttered and nudged the being's face enough for him to wiggle out from him, and then off the bed to fetch his phone. "Hello?" He practically squeaked once he answered the phone, then cleared his throat, trying to sound as calm as he could.
Realizing he was practically crouched like an animal, the Slenderman rearranged himself into a more respectable upright and sitting position. He was relatively still on the outside, but his internal energy was buzzing viciously. In the pit of his insides he worried that there wouldn't be another opportunity to become intimate with Conall. He could very well think it over and decide it was too much for him, and the Slenderman wouldn't be able to blame him either. He already found it remarkable that a human was willing to accept his mere presence.
He listened in on Conall's conversation, which involved an errand run including prescriptions and donuts. The Slenderman remembered seeing the small shopping unit in town where the drug store and bakery were located, and knew it was too heavily populated for him to risk teleporting him. There would be trouble if they were spotted.
He hung up after his grandfather gave him a list of donuts that he wanted Conall to get, then turned to look at the Slender with an apologetic look. "Sorry about that.." He pulled his hoodie back over his head and placed his phone in his pants pocket before he stood to approach the bed. Conall rested one knee on the bed and leaned in to place a kiss on the being's lips, "But I gotta go, uh, we can continue another time? If you're still up to it that is." He pulled back with a sheepish grin on his face, shoulders shrugging slightly as he backed off in the direction of his shoes.
The thought of having to see David at the store definitely killed any lingering arousal and had his stomach in knots. He usually went out of his way just to avoid the guy, but it was pretty much impossible in a town like this. Conall slipped on his boots slowly, not looking forward to getting donuts at all, "I guess you can't really come with me, so I'll see you when I get back?"
The Slenderman tried to listen to everything, but he was distracted by an odd taste in his mouth. It wasn't at all in the sense of 'fearing for one's life,' but Conall was really dreading something. And it was so strange, since Conall seemed to be acting fine, for the most part. He was curious, but if Conall didn't want to share, then the being wanted to resist asking.
He stood up and approached Conall who was nearly at the door, and brushed his fingers through his hair to tame it. "I'll be here."
To be Continued