Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Phantom Pain

Afton woke up to a sore ache in his stomach and he groaned, rolling over to his side. He was used to pains like this, the aching, cramping sort. They were phantom pains of the metal pieces of the spring lock suit digging into his flesh. He often woke up in cold sweats, groaning in the pain of which was nonexistent. He rolled back onto his back and fumbled with the lamp on the bedside table. It took an embarrassingly long moment to remember that he had taken out the bulb a while ago. He was aware of Scott sleeping beside him, so he tried to stay quiet, but the pain felt like a knife being driven into his stomach just below his bellybutton. He stared at the ceiling, saliva filling his mouth and he bit the inside of his cheeks. Dragging a hand through his hair, he turned to look at Scott and he nearly fell off the bed in surprise to see Scott's eyes glint back at him in the light from the street lamp outside the window.

"You okay?" He whispered, reaching over and brushing Afton's cheek. Scott alway had the softest palms, Afton was almost envious of them compared to his rough calloused ones. He bit his lip, looking deep into Scott's eyes. He silently begged him to look away, but Scott wasn't scared of eye contact, that was Afton's thing, so, as it always goes, Afton looks away and back at the ceiling. He tried to make out shapes in the stucco, but it was too dark.

"Of course." He mumbled, his voice was rough and deep. He felt Scott's hands on him again. Afton suppressed a shiver, and wished he had put a shirt on to protect himself from Scott's cold hands. The ache was beginning to dull, so Afton rolled over to look at Scott fully again. He gently guided Scott's hand, which was resting on his hip, up to his cheek and Scott smiled softly. A memory came back to him, these sort of moments have been hitting him with more ferocity within the recent months. He recalled the nervous way that Scott used to squirm or act whenever he was around. That man was gone though, now, as was the man Scott was intimidated by.

Afton was aware of Scott scooting closer to him until he was right in front of his face, the heat from his body began to warm Afton, who had gone cold from the pain chills. Afton felt himself slipping slowly into the grasp of ecstasy as Scott wrapped his legs around Afton's, keeping them together.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Scott asked softly, his lips weren't even a centimeter from Afton's and their pull was strong.

"Of course, my dear." He replied, his voice less than a whisper. He moved forwards and closed the minuscule gap.

The most gentle sensation flooded his senses. The softest touch to his lips he had felt in all of the life he lived that he could remember. The plushness of Scott's lips on his own. Scott wasn't pushing, he was just gently moving his jaw, back and forth creating a wonderful feeling. Afton made no move to pull away as Scott deepened the kiss. His tongue tasted so sweet, and Afton craved it. Devoured it. He felt like he was drowning in a sort of mind numbing ecstasy. Then Scott's tongue roamed his mouth before pulling away. Afton moaned at the absence of Scott's mouth on his.

"You're so good, Afton." The Scott moaned, pressing against Afton until their bodies were flush together. Afton began to slowly grind against Scott, the painful feeling had switched intensities. Scott leaned back in, his eyes already part way closed, and Afton eagerly met him. He wanted to be swallowed by Scott, he wanted to feel Scott, he wanted to be Scott. He opened his jaws, desperate for the same sensation to catch him, and it did. This time, Scott  placed a hand on the back of Afton's neck, his fingers burrowing into his hair causing Afton to pull away momentarily for a gasp of air, which had escaped him so quickly. "So good..." Scott whispered in this moment of separation, Afton closed back in, moaning ever so softly into Scott's mouth. He could feel Scott's erection pressing against his and he groaned, feeling tears budding in his eyes.

Scott smiled, too smart for his own good, and grabbed Afton's thigh, pulling his leg up and over his hip. He pulled his hand out from behind Afton's head and moved both to his hips again, pressing him against his hips. Afton gave a breathy moan, allowing Scott to do whatever he wanted with him.

"Oh, God, kid." Afton moaned into Scott's neck, nuzzling under his chin. Scott continued to guide his hips, his long slender fingers squeezing Afton's soft thighs.

"Is this good?" Scott asked him, his voice a low rumble against Afton's face.

"Oh yeah... fuck yeah, Scotty." Afton moaned.

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Hahaha you know how much I hate cliff hangers like this, and I'm totally down to finish if enough people want me too, lmao.

But a little explanation about the whole "memory arc" :
After Afton had killed the kids and disappeared for two years, the trauma of the whole psychotic situation, effected his memories and caused his brain to block them out. Being with Scott slowly brings them out, and sometimes it's as if they've always been there, but sometimes it hits him hard and the memory is like watching a scene in the third person and it's very disabling for him. Usually it leaves him in some sort of shock, and so that's why Afton seemed so ditzy in this chapter, because of the memory of the pain and then Scott's actions.

Anyways, this was basically just a test of kissing scenes, and so that's why this was cut pretty abrupt. Anyways, love y'all!

Xoxoxoxo~ Watermelon