Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Their adventure - Patton x Deceit

"I love trains" Patton mused, leaning his head against the wall behind him tiredly, blinking slowly. "They're my favourite type of transport..." he drifted, turning his head to stare at Deceit who looked over at the boy at the same time, catching and holding his gaze. Patton's eyes trailed down to the burn scar that trailed up his left cheek, all the way to his eye. Patton always wondered how he obtained it, but many people had bullied him for it in the past, so he felt talking about it would open up some wounds.

Nevertheless, Patton didn't realise what he was doing until his hand was gently stroking the skin, making Deceit's vision go hazy for only a moment, throat creating a low rumble of delight. Subconsciously, he tilted his head to be closer to the warmth, the touch-starvation he had dealt with for many, many years shining through, making him shuffle closer and hold onto Patton's wrist, keeping his hand there.

Patton only giggled, using his free hand to trail up and down Deceit's arm, watching and feeling him shiver and hum in contented bliss. This carried on for what felt like hours, Patton gently stroking different parts of his body - be it his arms, cheeks, sides or back, Deceit loved it all - especially when he would play with his hair. He slowly lowered down so his head laid in Patton's lap, complete putty in the cardigan-clods hands. For some reason Patton really liked that.

Grinning, Patton slowly trailed the tips of his fingers down his torso and stomach, watching his body jolt and stretch further towards the hand. "You're so cute" He cooed, Deceit wanted to disagree, but when Patton returned to his sides, instead he clamped his mouth shut and purred, eyes slowly slipping shut, too.

A little longer into the journey Patton found himself leaning against a crater, holding a sleeping Deceit in his lap. He blearily stared at the world outside the train carriage, and soon enough, he had fallen into slumber too. The next morning, the train was stationary. Patton gently shook Deceit awake, and after stretching and sharing soft smiles, they crept off and away from the station, finding themselves in a small, cosy village.

They walked into the nearest pub and explained their situation. The kind lady behind the bar let them have free drinks and snacks as she called the police to come pick them up.

"Thank you" Patton spoke, twirling his straw around his milkshake. Deceit glanced up questioningly, eyes wide and innocent looking. "For not leaving me...I had a fun time, even if we got a little lost" Patton giggled slightly, smiling even more when Deceit chuckled and shrugged, finishing his plate of chips.

"I guess" he rolled his eyes playfully, "I had fun too. Thank you for treating me like a human"

Patton reached over, squeezing his hand gently, gazing at him adoringly with an adorable smile. "Of course! You're wonderful, Deceit, and I...want to hang out with you more!"

Deceit stared at him with sudden caution. "Really? Why?" He replied back, utterly confused.

"I like you! That's why!" Patton spoke, enthused. "You're a great friend, De! And I really like your eyes" he commented as an afterthought, laughing when his cheeks suddenly lit up with a pastel pink.

Not too long later, the police arrived and took them home. In the car, the two teens fell asleep against each other, and when they woke up, they were outside their school. Patton's dads rushed over when their son tiredly stumbled out the car, both men pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

Deceit, on the other hand, was greeted by an irritated woman he knew worked at the orphanage. "Have you any idea how worried we all were?" She demanded icily, definitely not sounding at all worried, or even relieved Deceit was back. "How could I not? It's so obvious by your tone of voice" Deceit mocked, earning a huff and a stern glare.