"It's been nearly a week," Masky stated as he watched Slender carefully, "I think it's safe to assume he's not recovering from this on his own."
"I am aware," Slender replied, not looking in his proxy's direction. 'If he won't recover on his own then there's only one to help him. However...that may be pushing a bit far.' He sighed, rubbing at his forehead.
"Why was it he was affected when me, Toby, and Hoodie weren't? We're human Creepypasta as well or well...close enough."
"You were converted to my proxies, therefore my immunity to my brother's ability likely carried on to you," Slenderman said, "Still...it concerns me that he's taken so long to wake."
"L.J. said something about Jeff being awake earlier," Masky commented, cocking his head, "so he might be up now. Speaking of L.J, he and Sally joined Ben and Jack to hunt. They won't be back until late and I was just about to take Toby and Hoodie out with me." Slender nodded, thoughtful, and turned away fully. The proxy trotted off, sensing that he was dismissed even without the elder saying a word. Slender stood stock still for a moment.
'So...Jeff's awake. Perhaps there's another way to help him then.' With a nod, he teleported away to Jeff's room, standing outside the door. No sound came from within the killer's room. 'Perhaps he's still sleeping. Maybe I should leave for now.' A pained groan sounded, and the being knew he couldn't leave the killer like this much longer. 'Better head in I suppose.' He opened the door, partially startled when Jeff's knife slammed into the wood by his head.
"I swear to fuck L.J.," the killer hissed from the bed, "if you pull your perverted clown shit on me again I'll castrate you."
"L.J.? Has he been a problem lately?" Jeff peered over his shoulder, clearly not entirely there. His face was flushed heavily, his eyes almost glazed over.
"Slendy?" The killer questioned. Slender nodded, approaching the teen. "Ugh. Thank fuck. Ah...sorry about the knife."
"It's quite alright," the elder replied, sitting on his bed. Jeff rolled over, looking up at him with a nearly pained expression. "I had hoped that you'd recover on your own. That doesn't seem to be the case." Jeff shuddered, groaning loudly.
"You think?" He asked, tone sarcastic, "did you come in here just to state the damn obvious?"
"No," Slender said, "I think I know how you can fix this. Or at the very least lessen its hold until you recover." Jeff sat up a bit, staring at him with wide eyes.
"What's that?"
'Here goes nothing,' the being thought. "You'll need to work the...drug I suppose...from your body."
"I tried that already," Jeff groaned, flopping back onto the bed, "kind of a first reaction when you're horny as hell."
"You can't do it yourself," Slender said slowly. Jeff was silent for a moment before he spoke, voice soft and muffled by the pillow.
"What?" he asked. Slender sighed.
"From what I've seen, Offenderman's abilities are meant to make his victims completely powerless. I suppose it isn't hard to connect that it'd make it impossible to work it out on your own."
"What. Am I supposed to get fucked or something?" Slender shook his head at Jeff's vulgar language.
"That's certainly one way," he said, "though it should be enough if someone simply gets you off." Jeff released a dry, nearly angered laugh.
"And how do you expect me to do that?" Jeff asked, leaning up enough for his voice to remain unobstructed by the pillow.
"Surely you have someone in mind who could help you?" He asked. The idea of someone else touching Jeff disturbed him. However, he wanted the teen to be comfortable. His statement didn't seem to comfort the teen. He slumped down into the bed, voice muffled once more.
"Of course I do," he muttered, just loud enough to be heard, "but that person wouldn't ever help me." He sighed. "Maybe I should have let L.J. do what he pleased." Slender laid a hand on the boy's back, rubbing comforting circles into the flesh.
"Have you asked them?" he asked. Jeff shook his head. "Who is it?" There was a few moments of silence before Jeff muttered something intelligible. "What did you say?"
"I said you," the teen mumbled. Slender chuckled, suddenly feeling much better about the situation. 'I wasn't sure where he stood on the subject but now...he's made it pretty clear.' He leaned down, shifting his hand to Jeff's shoulder. "Who said I'd never help you?" Jeff looked up, dark eyes wide.
"Um..." He flushed as the being shifted closer, mouth splitting open to give the teen a smirk.
"I forget sometimes that you're still a child," he said with a chuckle. Jeff frowned, sitting up despite the shudders wracking his slim frame.
"I am not a child," he muttered. Slender chuckled, kissing the teen's forehead.
"You're still inexperienced," he pointed out. Jeff huffed, not looking at all amused. Then, a violent shudder wracked he teen's frame, making him curl into himself.
"It's getting worse," he groaned. Slender nodded in understanding, shifting the boy further onto the bed.
"Do you want me to help?" he asked, needing Jeff's permission before anything else occurred. The teen looked up, glazed eyes nearly desperate. He gave a short nod, shuddering as another wave hit him and whining softly. Slender knew there would be no going slow here. The teen looked like he was in severe pain. "Alright. Just lay back." Jeff did so, breathing ragged and face red. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Jeff glared.
"Fuck you," he mumbled but there was no real bite to his voice. He simply sounded embarrassed. Slender ignored his annoyance, pressing the teen back into the bed and shifting to hover over him. Jeff glanced up at him before looking away.
"So cute," he murmured, leaning down to gently nip at Jeff's neck. The teen tensed at the sharp prick but calmed easily, letting his eyes slide shit. He was nearly trembling, and Slender wondered how much of that was because of Offenderman's influence. 'Best to be cautious for now.' He continued nipping at the killer's neck, black tongue slipping over flesh. Jeff turned his head away, baring more of his neck. 'That's positive at least.' He slid a hand under Jeff's shirt, feelings the heated skin shudder.
"God damn it," Jeff hissed, "hurry up you fucking tease." Slender chuckled, pulling back.
"Fine," he said, tentacles slipping from his back. The being shed his shirt, unbuttoning his pants as his tentacles immediately went for Jeff's clothes. The teen squirmed as one held his hips down, two more wrestling his shirt off. By the time Slender had kicked his pants away, Jeff was already naked. His member looked pained, red and so hard it must've been agony. Slender retracted his tentacles, wrapping a hand around Jeff's member gently.
"Hah...Ah!" Jeff's cry was loud and uncontrolled. It made Slender glad that everyone was gone.
'I wonder is Masky knew what I had planned,' he thought in amusement. The man was too perceptive sometimes. Not that it was a bad thing. He shoved the other man from
his mind, focusing on the teen writhing under him. Slender had barely done anything yet, but Jeff was already coming undone, crying out without shame. 'I wonder if he's always so loud...'
"Shit," Jeff hissed, hands latching onto Slender's skin, "shit...somethings-ah...somethings not right."
"What do you mean?" He asked, worry spiking. Was Jeff regretting this? Had he hurt him somehow? The teen soothed his nerves with his next statement.
"I can't cum," he mumbled, "I should be able to...why can't I fucking cum damn it." He sounded frustrated and desperate, hips thrusting into Slender's hand without the teen's permission. Yet despite the pulsing in Jeff's dick the teen seemed unable to reach completion.
'Did he wait too long?' He wondered, letting go for a moment to sit back. That was when he noticed yet another effect of his brother's influence. Jeff's entrance was leaking some form of fluid, and the being wondered how he hadn't noticed before. "He made you unable to cum other than through stimulation here it seems," he said, brushing a finger over the teen's entrance. Jeff shifted, groaning loudly.
"So I really do need to be fucked," he mumbled. Slender shook his head.
"Just stimulation," he said, "you should be fine. However, do you trust me to do this?" Jeff nodded, no hesitation in his eyes.
"I'll be fine," he said. Slender nodded, shifting the killer's hips for better access. He prodded gently with a finger before pushing in. Jeff wiggled but seemed otherwise content. The male moaned softly as Slender continued, prodding around in the boy before squeezing a second finger. It went in easily, the fluid coming from Jeff making it effortless. Once deciding that Jeff was comfortable he began to search for that tiny bundle of nerves that would light the little teen up.
"Hyah!" The shout was filled with lust, and Slender paused to rein himself in. The killer was simply too appealing like this. Jeff seemed annoyed at his pause, hips thrusting erratically and cock weeping precum. "Fuck!"
"Are you alright?" He asked, wondering about his last shout. The teen nodded, groaning. His body was slick with sweat, his breaths labored. 'How much pain has he been in?'
"Close," he mumbled after a few moments, "just a bit more." Slender sped up his pace, two fingers prodding at that bundle inside the teen. Jeff coiled like a spring before releasing, loud shout likely echoing through the house. He panted as Slender withdrew his fingers, deciding to find something to clean Jeff with. He gave Jeff a peck on the forehead before sealing his mouth again.
"Um...thanks." Slender looked back, seeing Jeff sitting on the bed. He looked nervous. "So uh...now what?"
"We get you cleaned up," the being replied, "and then you should sleep."
"That's not what I meant," the teen mumbled, "I meant us. What are we anyway?"
"Hmm..." He picked up a discarded towel, walking back over to the boy and beginning to wipe him down. "I'd like us to be more than simple housemates Jeff. What do you want?" Jeff blushed.
"I want to be like the others," he mumbled. Slender chuckled, understanding what he meant.
"Then we can be," he said, "now sleep. We'll talk more in the morning." Jeff nodded, looking ready to pass out until Slender stood.
"You aren't gonna stay?" He asked. Slender inwardly smiled.
'He really is too cute.' He walked back over, sliding into bed beside the killer. Jeff cuddled into him, eyes shutting.
"Night Slendy," he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.
"Goodnight," Slender replied, "my little killer."