Slenderman x BEN_Drowned

I Don't Want My Video Games... I Want You.

It was about 11 o'clock at night and everyone had gone to their beds. Ben was lying down at his own struggling to get some sleep but was unable to. How could he? He kept on thinking of all those productive things he had planned on doing the following day with Slenderman, but each one of his fantasies were getting him hotter and hotter.

After a long while he couldn't take it anymore. 

Jumping off his bed he rushed to his door and turned the bronze handle as silently as possible so he wouldn't wake up the others. Opening it just as quietly, he made his way to Slenderman's bedroom.

His door was closed but unlocked. He always left it unlocked just in case somebody needed something. 

And that was just the case.

The blond carefully sneaked into the room and slowly shut the door behind him. 

He was now opposite the tall man's bed and his back was leaning against the door he had just closed. The moonlight, being the only source of light for the dark room, was illuminating Slender's pale and empty face, allowing Ben to have vision over him.

The boy was getting hornier by the second and he found his legs slowly giving up on him. His pijama pants were wet all around the bulge that had formed on them in the front. 

Blushing at the thought alone, Ben finally gathered up the nerve and slowly made his way towards Slenderman.

The wooden floor was creaking at each one of his steps, making him more and more nervous the closer he was getting.

Finally he was there. 

He stood at the bed's side and stared at the pale man who was sleeping supinely.

Or was he?

Was he really asleep? Ben couldn't tell and it was driving him crazy. But then again, if he wasn't sleeping he would've said something by now, right? .... RIGHT?

Either way it didn't matter anymore. He was there. He had made it that far, so whatever the outcome, it would be worth it.

The blond took a deep breath as he climbed on the man's bed, and got on top of him. Deciding not to sit on him just yet, he just leaned in for a kiss.

The boy's all-flushed-up face was now just an inch away from the man's. The closer he was getting to the faceless creature the more aroused he was getting. Unfortunately for him, that caused an uncontrollable panting.

Ben shut his eyes and went for it.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" A deep, familiar voice stopped him at his tracks.

The gamer's eyes snapped wide open.

He opened his mouth but he was unable to form words.

"Forgot how to speak?" Slenderman teased with an irritated tone. "I will ask again... What.Do.You.Think.You.Are.Doing." he almost spelled it out for him.

"I...uh..." Ben couldn't find himself able to explain. Seriously, though. Explain what? That the only idea he came up with in order to get his games back was this? That he got all horny just thinking about it? Or maybe that he'd got the hots for him? 

There was no room for explaining... And he had gone that far so...

It was now or never.

Ben closed his eyes once again, leaned in and closed the gap between the two. He brushed his lips against where the creature's mouth was supposed to be, kissing gently around the area. Eventually, he let his tongue out and licked it like it was candy.

Finally, he pulled away, expecting to be scolded, hit or -hell- even killed on the spot.

None of that came.

In fact, the only thing he heard was a low and deep purr. 

He slowly opened his eyes to see a sight that most of Slenderman's victims would see right before they died.

The man's mouth had began to open.