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CONTAINS NSFW, MINORS DNI

To Be In Your Arms, My Heart Expands

ִֶָ☾.⋆˙⟡ Summary: After having been apart for months, their reunion is nothing short of... electrifying. What starts as a simple chase quickly becomes a battle for dominance and submission.

ִֶָ☾.⋆˙⟡ Contents: Established relationship, top Slenderman, bottom Zalgo, top Zalgo, bottom Slenderman, they're both switches in this tbh, dom/sub undertones, dom! Slender, sub! Zalgo, BDSM etiquette, sadism, masochism, possessiveness, marking, bondage, Slenderman's tendrilsTM, impact play, spanking, brat taming, degradation, dacryphilia, breeding kink, belly bulge, aftercare, kinda animalistic at times ngl, safe-ish and consensual but I'm not sure if this is sane. But they're also so soft for each other I promise.

ִֶָ☾.⋆˙⟡ Words: 10.8k

ִֶָ☾.⋆˙⟡ A/N: Did I expect my first Zalender fic to be smut? No. Did I enjoy writing this? Absolutely. My first ever smut fic as well, and it's an absolute BEAST omg. I do hope I did the ‘aces write the best smut’ stereotype proud lmao. This is also the longest fic I've written to date, but these two have been rotating around my mind for at least seven years, so... here you go lmao

A few more things before we head into it! Your full request also contained a wish for masochism and sadism for both, them fighting to stay on top, and some specific anatomy things that I'm keeping a secret for now ;) so I do hope I managed to let the SM part shine through enough!! And I hope my personal headcanons (Zalgo being more submissive leaning in particular) didn't shine through too much. The one headcanon I kept in place though is that Zalgo is the King of Hell in my AU. I don't want to spoil too much, but that's the reason for a certain word choice on Slenderman's part. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you will enjoy reading this!

Title is a blurb from "Homecoming" by Lang Leav, which describes the setting for the story beautifully!

English is not my first language, so if you spot any mistakes, please let me know!

Enjoy!!

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Trees whip past him as he runs - dodging, weaving, using his powers to create obstacles. An insane giggle leaves his mouth – which one, Zalgo doesn’t know. What he does know for certain, is that his mate won't be giving up easily, but neither will he.

Dodge, weave, a small jump, another weave. A tendril slams into his side-

A tendril slams into his side?

Zalgo hits a tree with a grunt. The sound of static is the only warning before Slenderman is on top of him, pinning him against the tree. Practically feral, mouth ripped open. The sight steals Zalgo's breath away. His mate is absolutely beautiful.

Gods, it had been way too long since he'd last seen him-

An expectant growl shakes him out of his thoughts. Right. The chase. And Zalgo won't be the one losing. He smirks and flips their positions. ''You think I'd lose that easily, my dear?''

Another growl, then a static-filled chuckle fills his mind. A tendril snakes over his arm, two more over his legs. ''Of course not. I know you better than that, beloved.''

Zalgo humms, testing the tendrils despite how heady they make him feel. They're pretty loose - for now. ''I suppose you do, huh? But it looks like I am the one who has caught you now, dearest.''

''Oh, have you?'' Zalgo can practically hear the amused mocking in Slenderman's voice. The tendrils on his limbs tighten. Some of Zalgo's eyes focus on the movements of his mate's tendrils, but most stay on Slenderman's non-existent face. ''Or am I just letting you, Your Majesty?''

The slight degradation in Slenderman's voice makes Zalgo's breath hitch, his heart skipping a beat. He already starts to feel light-headed in the best way, their chase only spurring him on. But their battle for dominance isn't quite over yet, even if it's mostly a fun formality at this point.

''F-Fuck you, you know what that does to me-''

''I do.'' There's a smirk in Slenderman's voice as he leans closer, their faces centimetres apart, their breaths mingling. ''And you enjoy it, darling.''

''That is not the point.'' Except his tail twitched in poorly hidden desire, and the tendrils around his limbs tightened again.

''Is it not?''

Oh, his mate is taunting him. The bastard.

Zalgo draws upon his powers, reality quickly shifting around them into a swirl of absolute chaos. Up becomes down, right is now left, left is up is down; grass is green, then red and then not grass at all; the trees lose their leaves, then regrow flowers, before their bark becomes flowers and the flowers become bark. Chaos, beautiful chaos, all around them.

And yet it never hurts them, not unless Zalgo wants it to.

By the time reality sets itself straight again, the tendrils are gone from his body and Zalgo has pushed Slenderman to the ground, looming over him. He grabbed Slenderman's wrists, pinning the Eldritch's hands above his head, smiling smugly. Slenderman grips his arms tightly, clearly disoriented.

''It isn't. I told you *I* had caught you, didn't I?''

Slenderman's deep chuckle fills his mind once more. ''Touché, my love. Colour me impressed.''

''Hmm, I'd rather colour you something else, my flame.''

An amused chuckle escapes Slenderman. ''That makes no sense, my beloved.''

''Hmm, does it not?'' Zalgo leans down to nip and bite at Slenderman's throat. His instincts delight in the knowledge that the possessive marks would show up in reds and purples against the white skin later. ''Perhaps you're still too sane, then...''

''Oh?'' Slenderman's breath hitches at the feeling of Zalgo's sharp teeth against his throat. Zalgo hears his heart speed up, beating just a little faster. ''You are planning on driving me insane then, I assume?''

''Hmm, that's my specialty, isn't it?'' Zalgo purrs, his knee coming up to press in between Slenderman's legs. He delights in the way his mate gasps ever-so-slightly.

Slenderman humms, his hands ghosting over Zalgo's top pair of arms. ''I suppose so, my love.''

Zalgo purred as Slenderman's long, spindly hands splay over his arms, sending tingles through his body where their skin meets. He continues to mark his mate, all of his eyes focussing on the man in front of him...

So when tendrils suddenly wrap around his limbs, restraining him and forcing him to kneel on the ground, he's caught completely off-guard. Which is unusual for him, but the sight of Slenderman standing over him and tightly gripping his chin make the complaints die on his tongue.

''What is the matter, my love? Cat got your tongue?''

Oh, the bastard. Slenderman probably hopes he'd speak and lash out so he could punish him... Well, Zalgo won't let that happen.

He keeps his mouths firmly shut, looking up at his mate defiantly. He feels Slenderman's grip tighten, the faceless being leaning closer to him.

''Oh? Not so talkative now, are you? Have I finally found a way to shut up those clever mouths of yours?''

No response. Zalgo meets Slenderman's gaze head-on, intent on winning this little game of chicken. The mouth on his face twists into a smug smile, and he feels the grip on his chin tighten even more, near painful now.

You wish, Zalgo thinks, still with that smug, defiant look on his face. He tugs on the tendrils that were restraining him, finding they won't budge at all. In fact, as soon as Zalgo tests the restraints, they tighten.

''Oh, no you do not,'' Slenderman's voice shifts lower, darker, more dominant, and Zalgo's mind becomes delightfully blank for a second. ''I asked you a question, dear, and I expect an answer.''

But, despite every self-preservation instinct telling him to respond, he kept his mouth shut. He tried to cock his head, as if saying ‘make me’.

''Hmm.'' Slenderman humms. His hand lets go of his chin, trailing over his cheek, his ear, in his hair...

Zalgo's breath hitches and his eyes widen as his mate suddenly grabs one of his horns, pulling his head back roughly. He manages to stifle a keen, but his tail twitches.

''You remember your safeword, darling?''

Oh.

Well, shit.

Heat floods Zalgo's cheeks, a heady feeling coming over him. Shit. His mate was so damn hot when he was like this...

''Zalgo.'' The grip on his horn tightened, and a moan escaped the demon despite his best efforts. ''Do not get lost yet, my love. I need a verbal response. You do remember your safeword, yes?''

''Y-Yes,'' Zalgo rasps. ''It's- 's ‘claws’.''

''Good.'' The low note to Slenderman's voice makes Zalgo shudder. ''The stoplight system?''

''Green for good, yellow for wait or pause, and red for stop,'' Zalgo answers obediently. His head tilts into Slenderman's hand on his horn.

''Very good,'' Slenderman praises lowly. Zalgo exhales shakily, his limbs feeling like jelly.''And your safe signal, my love?''

Oh.

Zalgo makes a strangled noise. There is only one reason his mate would ask for the safe signal as well, and a wave of arousal crashes over Zalgo.

It takes several moments before he's able to respond. When he pulls himself together again, he snaps his fingers. ''I... I snap my fingers.''

''Very good.'' The low praise causes him to whimper, and he leans towards Slenderman like a flower drawn to the sun. ''What's your colour?''

''Green,'' Zalgo confirms, as if it could have been anything else. All of his eyes are drawn to his mate yet again. Looking up at the slender, faceless being with nothing short of worshipful adoration.

Slender's dark chuckle fills his mind, and his other hand comes up to caress his cheek, touch almost gentle. ''Good. Now, then...''

Zalgo makes a confused noise as the tendrils shift him around, manipulating his limbs like he was nothing but a doll. Now suspended in the air, tendrils wrap around his limbs and waist to keep him in position. His breathing becomes heavier, and heat simmers in his body, coiling low in his gut.

Slenderman circles the demon like he's inspecting him. ''What to do with you, hmm? Did you really think this... childish, bratty behaviour of yours would go unpunished, love?''

Zalgo's breath hitches, but he kept quiet. He tries to shift, but gets nowhere. The tendrils’ hold on him is too tight.

''Well?’’ Slenderman asks, tugging on Zalgo's horn again. The demon twitches, biting his lip. The faceless being tsks.

The slap is expected, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still sting. Zalgo's head whips to the side, and he exhales sharply through his nose.

''Hmm...'' If Slenderman would have had a face, Zalgo is sure his eyes would be narrowed.

The tendrils shift him again, and the combination of lust, pain and the movement made him feel disoriented. The notion that he could protest and put a stop to this doesn't even enter his hazy mind. He can take this – he had done so before, and he trusts Slenderman won't go too far.

He inhales sharply when Slenderman's hand ghosts over his still-clothed crotch, his cock twitching. One of his mouths, he wasn't sure which, lets out a whimper. Slenderman's chuckle fills his mind again.

''Sensitive, hmm?'' the faceless being purrs. Zalgo gulps, but makes sure to pay more attention to not making a sound. He doesn’t want to give Slenderman the satisfaction. It only makes the Eldritch chuckle again.

''Oh, do not play coy now, my darling. I know you. You want more, you insatiable little thing.''

Zalgo pants. He twitches and jerks in his binds. The tendrils are unforgiving, not following his movements. Still, Zalgo is no fool – he knows exactly how sensitive his lover's tendrils could be. And from the way Slenderman's breathing had deepened ever-so-slightly, he's enjoying this too.

''But not yet,'' Slenderman continues, circling Zalgo before coming to a stop behind the demon. ''You've been ignoring me, my love, not answering my questions. Giving me the silent treatment, like a child.''

The demon shivers as Slenderman's hand trails up his spine. He grips his black, silky hair, then yanks his head back. It hurts, yet it felt so, so good, the pain sending heat down his spine, coiling in his gut.

''A punishment seems due, right, Your Majesty?'' Slenderman purrs in his ear. Zalgo, despite his earlier vow to himself, can't help the desperate whine from escaping him. His mate is just... too good at unravelling him completely.

The tendrils move, his position shifting yet again. Still suspended in the air, he's now pretty much parallel with the ground. His hair frames his face, not allowing him to see much from the eyes at the front of his body, except for the grass, leaves, and shadows on the ground. The extra sensory loss is electrifying.

Zalgo gasps as Slenderman's hands suddenly connect with the waistband of his trousers, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. He tries to push them down, and Zalgo makes a soft noise of protest as the fabric dugs into the thin skin of his tail.

''Why will it not-? Oh, right...''

The demon's eyesight shifts, now looking from his back, and he barely holds back a snicker as Slenderman realizes his mistake. Quick, nimble hands unbutton the buttons on the back of his trousers, the one above the hole for his tail. Sliding the pants down becomes much easier now.

''Don't laugh,'' Slenderman chastises, sounding embarrassed. ''I suppose this just proves it has been way too long. How could I forget...?''

Zalgo could see his mate shake his head at his mistake, that pretty, embarrassed flush on his face. So, before the Eldritch being got stuck in a spiral of embarrassment and inadequateness, Zalgo tugs on his binds and wiggled his hips, snapping Slenderman back to attention.

''Impatient,'' the faceless being tuts, gently swatting Zalgo's hip. He pulls down his underwear, the article of clothing joining the trousers in the grass a little distance away. ''Now, I know you are not going to speak anytime soon, so nod if you are ready, you disobedient little thing.''

Zalgo's breath catches in his throat, and he nods, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest. The thrill of it all makes him feel almost dizzy.

''Good.'' And with that, Slenderman lifts his tail out of the way, letting the appendage wrap around his arm. Zalgo saw the way he pauses, and suppresses a smirk.

''Oh... you desperate little thing,'' Slenderman growls. A long, thin finger taps the plug nestled in his ass. The slight movement it provided causes Zalgo's breath to hitch. ''Already prepared for me? That is quite something, my love...''

Zalgo can't surpress his smirk this time. His mate still tried to stay in control, stay in his role, but Zalgo had thrown him off – knowing just how excited this would make the Eldritch.

He watches as Slenderman inhales deeply, the hand on his hip tightening ever-so-slightly, before raising. ''But not yet... You still have to be punished for your insolent behaviour, darling.''

Zalgo's eyes watch from his back as Slenderman's arm raises, and he waits with bated breath...

The slap echoes through the clearing they're in, and Zalgo jolts in his binds. Pain blossoms, making him let out a whimper. Even if the slap is expected, it still hurts, and Zalgo knows Slenderman isn’t even using his full strength.

The hand lingers, gently soothing the area, before it lands on the other cheek. The pain registers first, the pleasure second, and Zalgo gasps. He twitches, pulling on the tendrils keeping him suspended and bound, once again not moving an inch.

The next slap is harder – probably because he tried to move. Zalgo bites his lip, holding back a whine. He's breathing harshly through his nose, and he watches as Slenderman soothes the area again. He seems pensive...

''I want to see you cry.'' Zalgo can feel his mate's gaze shift from his ass to the eyes on his back. Slenderman's gaze is unwavering and so intense, and it makes him shiver. Zalgo knows it's a statement as much as a request, and he nods eagerly.

The next slap lands, jolting his body. His skin tingles and heats up, and he whines. The pain shifts to pleasure and then back to pain as Slenderman hits him again. It makes his cock twitch, quickly getting harder.

The smacks echo through the clearing as Slenderman hits him again and again and again. He alternates between each cheek, sometimes soothing right after and sometimes smacking a few times in quick succession. There's no rhyme or reason, no pattern for Zalgo to rely on.

Zalgo, subconsciously counting just in case his mate asks for a number later, struggles to focus after the twentieth slap. His brain feels fogged over, hazy. Both the pain and the pleasure are starting to become overwhelming, his composure quickly crumbling. His earlier resolve to keep silent is quickly forgotten.

''O-Oh, I-'' he gasps, arching with the next slap. Slenderman stops as he speaks, and Zalgo can feel his gaze on him, surprised yet calculating.

''Hmm? What was that, love?'' Slenderman asks, voice low, soothingly running a hand over Zalgo's ass.

''I... I... Hmm, dunno,'' Zalgo babbles, as he tries to get his bearings. ''Feels- Feels good... Don't stop...''

''Naughty little thing,'' Slenderman croons, delivering another smack to Zalgo's ass. And another, and another.

Zalgo bites his lip, pain-pleasure-pain zipping through him. His cock is throbbing, leaking pre-cum, and the next hit makes him choke on a sob.

That only seems to spur Slenderman on more, because the smacks keep on coming, with less and less soothing in between each hit. Zalgo can hear Slenderman's laboured breathing, the scent of arousal clouding his senses, and his tail tightens on Slenderman's arm.

By the time Slenderman seems satisfied with the punishment - or perhaps too impatient to wait any longer - Zalgo is sobbing, tears dripping down his cheeks. He's also drooling and his cock is so hard it's almost painful.

''P-Please, I- I need-'' he sobs, little hiccups interrupting his sentence. He's not quite sure what he's asking for. His brain is too hazy, words hard to reach. ''C-Can't...''

''Can't what, my love?'' When Zalgo doesn't respond, only pants and whines, the tendrils loosen and lower him gently – not that Zalgo notices much. His brain is too foggy, too hazy to think. His usually chaotic thoughts are quiet for once. It's both exhilarating and slightly terrifying.

''Zalgo? Colour, my darling?'' Slenderman's voice sounds far away, and it takes a few moments before Zalgo processes the question.

A part of him wants to brush it off, like it's nothing. He knows they've done much more extreme things. But... Zalgo knows his mate will be disappointed if he ignores his limits. ''Ye- Yellow...'' His voice sounds far away even to his own ears.

The ‘oh’ his mate lets out is quiet, and Slenderman is next to him in an instant, kneeling on the ground and drawing him into his lap. ''Shhh, darling...''

Zalgo whines, burying his head into the crook of Slenderman's neck and holding him tightly. He can feel the bulge in Slenderman's trousers, and he grinds mindlessly until his mate puts his cold hands on his hips, stopping the movement. ''Easy, my love. We can deal with that later. Just focus on calming down for now, okay? Can you do that for me?''

Zalgo hiccups, and he nods against Slenderman's shoulder. He's sure he's soaking his suit with his tears, but the other doesn't protest, just rubs soothing circles into his hips, letting Zalgo cling.

It's a few minutes before Zalgo's breathing evens out again and his sobs quiet. His mate is a gentle, soothing presence the entire time, and Zalgo relishes in the closeness, breathing in his scent.

''Feeling better, love?'' Slenderman asks softly when he feels Zalgo slowly relaxing. The demon's breathing is more even again, and he's starting to nuzzle against Slenderman's neck affectionately.

''Hmm, yeah,'' Zalgo hums.

''Good. It's been a while since we've done that. I hope I wasn't too hard on you?'' Slenderman lets go of one of his hips to card a hand through Zalgo's hair.

‘'Hmm, no. It was perfect,'' Zalgo sighs softly, still nuzzling against Slenderman's neck and shoulder. ''I guess I got a bit lost at the end, but you helped. Thanks for checking in, though.''

''Of course.'' Slenderman isn’t too concerned about Zalgo's comment on getting ‘lost'. It happens sometimes, especially after moments like these, and the demon seems to do just fine again – though Slenderman will keep an eye out, just in case. He continues to card his hand through Zalgo's hair for a while, before speaking again. ''You mentioned you needed something, though...?''

''Huh? Oh, yeah.'' Zalgo hums. He nips lightly at Slenderman's neck. ''You.''

Slenderman lets out a little, breathless laugh at his forwardness, but his grip on Zalgo's hip tightens. ''Oh, do you, darling? You need me, hmm?''

''Yes,'' Zalgo breathes, nipping at Slenderman's neck again, a little more firmly this time. He shifts his hips again, grinding against the faceless being.

''Impatient little thing.'' But the words are spoken affectionately, and Slenderman makes no move to stop him. In fact, Slenderman grabs Zalgo's hips, guiding him into a slow, gentle rhythm. ''Can you feel what you do to me, my love? Especially when you cry so prettily...''

''Hmm,'' Zalgo moans softly. ''Are you gonna make me cry again?''

Slenderman is quiet for a little while. Zalgo can practically see the gears turning in his mate's head, even as long, lithe hands run over his sides. Then, Slenderman speaks. ''I might... If you think you can handle that?''

''Mhm.'' Zalgo hums, his mouth working to suck a dark mark on Slenderman's neck. His instincts purr in satisfaction, knowing the mark would show up so prettily on his mate's pale skin. ''Think so, yes... If not, I'll tell you.''

Zalgo hears as much as he feels Slenderman's groan as he nibbles and sucks on his neck. Slenderman's voice is a low rumble when he speaks again, sending shivers down Zalgo's spine. ''Good.''

They shift again. This time, Zalgo doesn't fight as tendrils wrap around his limbs again, lifting him up effortlessly. He does whine a little, though, if only because of the loss of friction. Slenderman's subsequent dark chuckle makes him whine again. He groans as long, nimble fingers caress his face and cup his jaw.

''So needy,'' his mate teases. The tendrils manipulate his pliant body, until he hovered in front of Slenderman, legs spread, his top arms raised and bound above his head, while his bottom pair of arms were bound behind his back.

Cold hands roam his body, making Zalgo gasp and shiver. Their biological differences in temperature is usually not something he focusses much on, but like this? It was all he can focus on.

''Oh- Gods,'' he breathes, his breaths deepening as Slenderman's hands glide down his biceps, over his shoulders, down to his pectorals...

''So sensitive,'' Slenderman chuckles, his thumb brushing over Zalgo's nipple. The demon arches with a soft moan. ''So reactive for me...''

''Slender...'' Zalgo pants, eyes dark. Already falling apart... Gods, they had really been apart for too long, hadn't they? ''M-More...''

''Demanding little thing,'' Slenderman murmurs. But he bends down anyway, nuzzling at Zalgo's jaw and neck, leaving a few dark marks in his wake.

Zalgo moans and cranes his neck, a few strands of hair falling in front of his face. There's a gentle touch as Slenderman tucks the strands back behind his ear, his touch lingering.

''M-More, please... Harder. Bite me.''

There's a warm puff of breath against his throat, before a sound not unlike leather tearing apart fills his ears. The sound makes Zalgo's breath hitch, and he tenses in the binds for a moment, his muscles twitching before relaxing again. His head tilts back as Slenderman's long, slimy tongue runs over his throat, making him gasp at the feeling. It felt nice, but it isn't what he wants.

''Slender,'' he groans, tugging at the tendrils. They are still tight, still unforgiving, still not allowing for much movement at all. ''More, my love...''

''Patience,'' Slenderman rumbles. Zalgo feels the hand in his hair tighten, while Slenderman's other hand runs over his side.

And as much as he enjoys the attention, relishes in it really, his tail still lashes in slight irritation. ''I've been patient,'' Zalgo growls. ''I haven't seen you in months. I need you, love.''

Slenderman's movements pause at that.

''I... You're right,'' he murmurs. He pulls back to look down at Zalgo, black saliva dripping from his tongue and connecting them until the strand breaks, and Zalgo wants.

It must show on his face, because Slenderman chuckles, caressing his face again. ''Oh, if only you could see your expression right now, love. You really do need me, hmm?''

Slenderman's grip turns tight, then, and he leans forward until their faces are just a few inches apart. ''And who am I to deny you, my darling?''

His other hand ghosts down Zalgo's side, over his hip, down his inner thigh. Zalgo shudders at the contact, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

''You are right. We have been apart for too long, my love. This has been a fun game, but it seems I shall remain victorious.''

It takes Zalgo a few moments to process what Slenderman had just said, considering the less than proper thoughts running through his mind. But when he does, he gives his mate a flat look.

''Seriously? You're gloating about winning the chase? Now?'' He isn't pouting. He's the king of Hell. He doesn't pout.

''You would have done the same,'' Slenderman comments idly. Before Zalgo can protest that he would not have done that, despite both of them knowing full well that he absolutely would, Slenderman crashes their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Zalgo makes a surprised noise but melts into it all the same. Where Slenderman manages to keep calm and collected, supporting Zalgo's head with a hand on the back of his head, Zalgo is... not. He shudders and jerks in the tendrils like he'd rather rush forward right that second and never let Slenderman out of grasp again.

Slenderman's lips press and move calmly, gently, intent on savouring the feeling of finally having his mate in his grasp again. Meanwhile, Zalgo is downright desperate, moving without much rhyme or reason, shoving his tongue into Slenderman's mouth as soon as he is able to. Their tongues brush together, and Zalgo breathes out a low moan, trying to press even closer. Slenderman growls and tugs at his hair, and Zalgo twitches. Only when Slenderman pulls away, making him whine, and nips at his bottom lip, does Zalgo calm down ever-so-slightly. He forces himself to calm down, to meet Slender's rhythm, and it's... actually really enjoyable like that, too.

When they finally pull apart for air, Slenderman hums and rubs his thumb over the demon's cheek. ''See, that was not so difficult, was it, my love? Just behave for me, let me guide you, you desperate little thing.''

The fond, slightly degrading words, send a wave of heat through Zalgo, and he feels almost dizzy with want. ''Yeah,'' he pants. ''Al- Alright.''

''Good,'' Slenderman cooes, pressing another kiss to Zalgo's lips. ''Did you remember to bring the lube, my love?''

Zalgo hums in confirmation. ''Yeah. Should be in one of my pockets.''

He watches as another tendril split from Slenderman's body and goes over to his discarded clothes, searching through the articles of clothing. His attention is brought back to his mate as Slenderman runs his hands up and down Zalgo's side and starts kissing his neck again, down his shoulder, his collarbone...

''Ah- shit-'' Zalgo moans as lips wrap around his nipple, and he arches into the touch. A tongue swirls around the quickly hardening bud, and heat spreads all throughout his body, coiling in his gut. Precome drips from one of the barbs on his cock, and he's quickly losing himself to the pleasure.

Slenderman hums, the sound revebrating through Zalgo's chest, making him let out a low curse. But Zalgo can feel Slenderman's growing desperation in the way the other presses close and moves his lips and tongue. When teeth lightly graze his nipple, he keens.

''Shit- More-''

Slenderman must be in a good mood, Zalgo thinks hazily, because it isn't long before those lips trail from his nipples down the planes of his stomach, the muscles twitching and spasming under the attention. Zalgo pants harshly, a flush on his face. ''G-Gods... Slender, please...''

He usually isn't one for begging, but... he's desperate, his body aching for his mate.

''Just a moment, dearest,'' Slenderman purrs, nipping at Zalgo's inner thigh.

The demon lets out a low moan, spreading his legs wider. ''Fuck- Please. I need you, my love...''

Instead of replying, Slenderman just lavishes more attention to his thighs, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. Before long, Zalgo tugs and twists in his binds, heat running through him like molten lava. His breaths come out in low pants, and his eyes are dark as he looks down at Slenderman. The way his mate is marking him up, claiming him as his...

''Love...'' he whines, tugging at the tendrils again, as if that would change anything about his position. ''Don't tease me, Gods...''

''Hmm, alright. Fine,'' Slenderman hums, nuzzling Zalgo's thigh for a moment. ''Beg for it.''

What?

Zalgo feels a flush take over his face, almost glowing. ''You... You can't be serious.''

But Slenderman remains silent, just looking up at him, not doing a thing. Fuck, he really was serious...

He is a king, for the Gods’ sakes. Why should he beg?

... Need quickly wins over his pride, though, and after a few more seconds of silence, he lets out a low breath, and speaks.

''Please...''

''Hmm? What was that, love? I did not catch that.''

Bastard, Zalgo thinks fondly. But a nip to his hip has his mind careening off the edge, his earlier hesitation forgotten. ''Please. Gods, please, do something, Slender. I can't- I need you. It's been so long, and I'm going insane. Please, do something, take me, fill me up-''

A dangerous, sadistic smirk takes over Slenderman's face, and Zalgo's rambling stops. His breath stutters, and he tugs at his binds again.

''Love, what-'' he chokes on a moan as wet heat suddenly envelops his cock. His head tilts back in nothing short of bliss. ''Haaaah...''

Slenderman's dexterous tongue swirls and laps around him, teasing the barbs on his cock, and it's all Zalgo can focus on anymore. His hands twitch and spasm as if wanting to hold onto something – preferably his mate.

''Oh- Hah, please, Gods-'' he babbles. ''Slender, please, mate, more...''

He's not even aware of the desperate way he's babbling until Slenderman chuckles, the sound revebrating through him and making him buck his hips. The other pulls off of him, licking away the drool that had gathered on his chin.

''So noisy,'' he purrs. ''I suppose I shall have to rectify that. We would not want to be interrupted, now would we, dearest?''

''No,'' Zalgo answers, feeling like he was floating. Slenderman rewards his submissive behaviour with a broad lick from the base of his cock to his tip, making Zalgo keen and arch.

''Loud.'' The word is spoken scoldingly, but the fondness is clear in Slenderman's actions. He rubs Zalgo's thighs, pressing kisses to his cock, which makes the demon twitch and whimper.

The tendril finally returns, wrapped around a bottle of lube. Zalgo shivers as he hears the cap open, his body tensing in anticipation.

''Relax,'' Slenderman husks, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh soothingly. Under Zalgo's watchful, needy gaze, he turns the bottle upside down and squeezes. He spreads the lube over his fingers, then discards the bottle, throwing it somewhere close to Zalgo clothes. He rubs his fingers together, warming up the lube slightly. He presses another kiss to the demon's inner thigh. ''Zalgo, darling, you need to relax.''

''I- I know,'' Zalgo whines, trying to make his body relax. But it's just so difficult with the anticipation coursing through him. ''I'm trying...''

''I know,'' Slenderman responds, calmly rubbing circles into Zalgo's hips. ''Do you want me to help?''

Zalgo considers it for a moment, his brain struggling to catch up, before nodding. ''Yeah... Yes. I do.''

''Alright,'' Slenderman hums, moving to kneel in between his legs. Zalgo lets out a strangled noise, and he arches again as Slenderman's tongue wraps around his cock again, already weeping precum. ''O-Oh...''

Slenderman hums, flicking his tongue against the underside of Zalgo's length. The tip of his tongue teased along some of the barbs, making Zalgo moan, his hands clenching around nothing. Then, Slenderman scrapes his teeth lightly, and Zalgo lets out the most wanton moans yet. His head falls back, his eyes slipping shut. Heat coils in his gut, his body writhing in his binds. His hips snap forward, chasing the feeling.

Slowly, slowly, he starts to relax as Slenderman works him over in his expert mouth. Each suckle, each breath, each flick of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth is deliberate, knowing just how to work Zalgo's body.

It works so well, in fact, that Zalgo barely processes Slenderman's other hand ghosting over his inner thigh, dipping lower and lower. The tendrils spread his thighs wider, and he gasps as Slenderman pulled the plug out.

His head snaps back down, a dark flush on his face. His eyes are lidded as he looks down at the sight of Slenderman, crouching in between his legs, the toy thrown to the side. Zalgo shudders, and then two fingers prod at his entrance and push inside.

He chokes on a moan, and he feels hot all over. He wants to wrap his legs around his mate, hold him, closer, more, more more-

''M-More,'' he gasps, instincts starting to take over. He'd already prepped himself, he's nice and loose, and he needs his mate like he needs air. ''More, Slender, please-''

His mate must be getting desperate too, because Slenderman obliges without a word, a third finger joining soon enough. Zalgo arches and whines as the fingers spread and prod inside of him, working him open.

''I bet you thought of me when you worked that toy in, huh?'' Slenderman's voice is nearly a growl. Zalgo shivers at the sound, the flush spreading to his neck.

''Y-Yea- Yes,'' he manages to moan, his tail lashing behind him. When it had unwrapped itself from Slenderman's arm, he doesn't know. ''Im- Imagined it was you, love. Missed you so much...''

''Oh, I thought so,'' Slenderman purrs, curling his fingers, enjoying the way it makes Zalgo keen and arch. Zalgo's hips jerked, and Slenderman nips at his thigh in retaliation. ''Be good and keep still, beloved.''

''But it- Hggn- f-feels so good, though,'' Zalgo moans. Nonetheless, he tries to keep himself still, his body trembling.

''Not good enough if you are still running your pretty little mouth,'' Slenderman murmurs, slowly moving his fingers in and out, finding a slow rhythm.

Zalgo moans, his head tilting back once more. He cranes his head, exposing the side of his neck in a submissive gestures, despite Slenderman being nowhere near the area. A particular thrust makes him see stars, and he whines loudly, his hips jerking. '’Oh-! There, right there, fuck-''

Zalgo feels his mind melting as his mate keeps hitting that bundle of nerves over and over again. The heat in his stomach coils tighter, and he spasms in the tendrils. He pants, moans and cries spilling past his lips unbidden.

''Shit- Y-Yeah, more, oh, Gods-'' he babbles, his cock twitching as Slenderman holds his hips to hold him still. ''Please...''

''Hmm, as much as I enjoy those delightful sounds you're making, I do think it would be wiser to keep you quiet for now,'' Slenderman muses. ''Open your mouth, sweet thing.''

Zalgo's mouth is already half-open due to the desperate babbling escaping him. Yet at the command, he opens his mouth wider, another desperate little noise escaping him. A tendril quickly stuffs its way inside, heavy and solid on his tongue. He moans around the intrusion, running his tongue underneath it. Slenderman's fingers are still pumping in and out of him as the other slowly kisses and nips his way up Zalgo's body.

''I think you are ready, darling, do you not think so?'' Slenderman purrs into his ear.

Zalgo moans wantonly, needily, his body jerking as if wanting to be one with his mate, right now. The need is too much, and he can't even move to touch his mate in the way he wants to, and it drives him insane-

Slenderman's fingers pulling out fully brings him back to the present, and the muffled whine he lets out was nothing short of obscene. Slenderman chuckles breathily at the sound, nipping at the shell of his ear. Zalgo hears the sound of a zipper being unzipped, and then Slenderman's breath hitching.

The tendrils shift him again, and he's once again nearly parallel to the ground, face down and ass up. Zalgo watches as a tendril brings over Slenderman's trousers to the pile of clothing, then picks up the discarded bottle of lube. He uses his other eyes to follow it, watching from his back as Slenderman pours a generous amount of it on his hand. Zalgo's breaths are fast yet deep as he watches Slenderman lube himself up, his instincts aching for that cock to fill him up.

''Relax,'' Slenderman rumbles. He gathers Zalgo's hair in a hand, pulling it to the side to mouth at his neck and the side of his throat. Zalgo moans under the ministrations, once again melting into a relaxed puddle of demon in his binds. A very turned on puddle.

He groaned when Slenderman finally, finally enters him, the sound muffled due to the tendril in his mouth. His walls give away easily to the intrusion, and Zalgo swears this feeling is heaven.

He moans and his back arches as Slenderman sinks deeper and deeper inside of him, filling him up inch by glorious inch. He already feels fuzzy, and Slenderman hasn't even done all that much yet-

A harsh yank on his hair makes him gasp around the tendril, a bit of drool dribbling down his chin.

''Pay attention, Your Majesty,'' Slenderman rumbles darkly, and *oh*, there was the degradation that made Zalgo all spacey.

''Pay- w-wha?'' he garbles around the tendril, words unintelligible. And then Slenderman moves. He moves his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains inside, and Zalgo swears he stops breathing.

Only for that breath to get punched out of him, along with a moan, as Slenderman snaps his hips, burying his cock back inside Zalgo's warm, tight hole. His mouth waters and he swallows around the tendril in his mouth, his mind blank except for thoughts of his mate, mate, mate...

Slenderman chuckles, settling into a slow yet deep rhythm, making sure to hit all the right spots to make Zalgo lose his mind. He mouths and bites at the skin of Zalgo's neck, throat, and shoulder, leaving behind possessive marks.

And Zalgo absolutely loses his mind. His heart pounds, blood roars in his ears, and yet nothing was as loud as the sound of skin slapping against skin, as well as Zalgo's muffled yet desperate noises.

''You are still so loud, my love,'' Slenderman chuckles in his ear, licking a stripe up the shell of his ear. Zalgo shudders at the contact, a whine working its way up his throat. ''It is almost like you want people to hear...''

Zalgo can only whine in protest, shaking his head. Slenderman tsks. Hands grip his horns, tightly, and Zalgo arches, accidentally biting down on the tendril stuffed in his mouth. Slenderman hisses in pain, a growl escaping his mouth. It calls to Zalgo's instincts, who submits and immediately unclenches his jaw, letting out an apologetic whine. Slenderman, realizing it was a mistake, rumbled soothingly and nuzzled his neck, stilling his movements.

''Snap twice if you're good to continue, love.''

It takes a few moments for those words to process through the haze of his instincts, but Zalgo manages to snap his fingers twice. Slenderman rumbles in approval and picks his earlier pace back up.

The grip on his horns is unforgiving, not allowing him to move. That is, however, the least of Zalgo's problems, because he's quickly losing himself to the pleasure again - Slenderman knows just how sensitive his horns could be with the right stimulation...

A fact which is being used against him. Zalgo tugs and writhes in the tendrils as his nerves got assaulted by the pleasure his mate was bringing him, just through this touch alone...

Desperate whimpers, moans, and keens escape Zalgo's mouth. And then, Slenderman angles his hips just so, hitting that one spot inside of him-

Zalgo screams, his back arching obscenely as the heat in his gut becomes unbearable. His vision whites for a moment, but it’s not enough to send him over the edge, not yet.

Drool dribbles down his chin, yet all he can focus on are the quiet grunts and moans Slenderman lets out as he pants into his ear, along with the sounds of the downright sinful squelch where their bodies collide...

Zalgo twitches and writhes, his hands spasming, clenching and unclenching. He was close, so close... He tries to push his body back against Slenderman, trying to get more friction, more touch, but a sudden hand on his hip stops him from being able to move back. He whines, desperate, and Slenderman chuckles.

''Close, Your Majesty?''

The only thing Zalgo can do is moan and whine in response, trying to nod. It only partially works, as his mate's other hand still kept a tight hold on his horn...

A tendril wraps around his cock, squeezing, and his eyes roll back. One thrust, two, a squeeze around his cock, another thrust, a brush over the barbs-

Reality explodes around them in a burst of colour and changes, as Zalgo comes with a keen. His usually sharp eyes are hazy and unfocused, his usually scattered thoughts nowhere to be found. He barely registers the pain of Slenderman sinking his teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, but the possessive action makes his instincts roar.

Time passes weirdly as Zalgo basks in his orgasm – feeling like both an eternity and not long enough at all. He floats, not quite there, a soft purr rumbling in his throat. Content to just... be.

But not for long. He groans, the afterglow quickly shifting to mild discomfort as he teeters on the edge of overstimulation – Slenderman is still pounding into him, his earlier, steady rhythm falling apart as he chases his own pleasure.

Zalgo sluggishly tugs on his binds, twisting his hands to run them over the tendrils keeping him suspended and wrapped up, trying to give his mate some more stimulation...

''Sweet thing,'' Slenderman pants in his ear, then leans down to nuzzle and nip at his shoulder. ''Sweet, sweet mate... doing so well for me.''

Zalgo's purr deepens at the praise, and he tightens around the cock battering against his sensitive insides. It makes Slenderman groan, and Zalgo feels his mate twitch inside him, his hips stuttering and losing their pattern...

A thrust, a nip to his throat, a hand running over the planes of his stomach, up to his chest, thumbing at a nipple...

Zalgo moans, arching – into the touch or away from it, he doesn't know. But he must've tightened again, because with a low growl, Slenderman's hips stutter before stilling. The Eldritch drapes himself over him, buried deep inside of him as he spills his seed inside of Zalgo, his hips still moving slightly.

Zalgo moans again, completely boneless in Slenderman's grasp. He enjoys the feeling of being filled up, the feeling of their skin touching, of his mate draped over him protectively yet so possessively...

He has no idea how much time passes before Slenderman gently lowers them to the ground, still buried inside of him. The tendrils gently unwind from his limbs, and his arms fall back to his side, tingly and a little sore. The tendril in his mouth pulls out as well, a string of saliva connecting them before it snaps. Zalgo licks his lips, wetting his dry lips. Slenderman manouvers them into laying on the soft grass, Zalgo's head against his chest as the demon keeps purring, still completely out of it.

''How are you feeling, love?'' Slenderman asks softly, starting to card a hand through Zalgo's sleek, black hair.

Zalgo just lets out a few disgruntled noises as Slenderman pulls out. But he settles soon enough, still purring and nuzzling against his mate. Slenderman huffs fondly, waiting for Zalgo to become mentally present again.

It took a few minutes, but then Zalgo sighs softly. ''Feel... a bit floaty...''

Slenderman hums, still gently carding his lithe fingers through the black locks to help draw Zalgo back to the present. ''That is not surprising, love. It was quite intense, after all. Does anything hurt?''

Zalgo breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of his mate, as well as the faint scent of sex, sweat, and arousal still in the air. His tail swishes as he thought, taking stock of his body.

''Hmmm... nothing I can't handle.''

''Nothing you cannot-'' Slenderman's finger hooks underneath his chin in a second, forcing Zalgo look up at him. ''I do not care if you ‘can handle it’. That means I hurt you...''

''You really didn't,'’ Zalgo is quick to counter. Then, he reluctantly admits: ''I... suppose my arms feel kind of sore.''

Slenderman hums, his heartbeat settling again. His hands started rubbing two of Zalgo's wrists. ''And the marks? I didn't bite too deep, did I, darling?'' It doesn't look like any of them were bleeding...

Zalgo shakes his head. ''No. It was perfect,'' he hums. He sighs at the gentle massage on his wrists, nuzzling closer to Slenderman.

After a few minutes of calm, gentle silence, Zalgo speaks again. ''And you?''

''And me?'' Slenderman repeats, tilting his head. ''Are you asking me how I am feeling?''

''Yeah. Or how this was for you. Or both.'' Zalgo now lazily traces patterns on Slenderman's chest, over his sternum. Protective sigils, although the other doesn't need to know that.

(Slenderman absolutely knows, and he thinks it is adorable.)

''Ah. Well, darling, you were magnificent. A wonderful sight to behold. I greatly enjoyed myself.'' Slendermen leaned down, pressing a kiss to Zalgo's forehead.

''Yeah? That's good...''

The clearing becomes silent once more. Slowly, as if hesitant, the sound of nature picks up again around them – the chirping of crickets, an owl hooting here and there, the leaves rustling in the wind.

Although Zalgo's body is relaxed, his mind is anything but. Countless thoughts fill his mind once more, unorganized chaos much like himself. Even his instincts refuse to settle, despite the thrum of pleasure still buzzling in his veins.

He sighs, shifting. His thighs brush against Slenderman's, and he shivers at the tingles the movement sends up his spine.

The hand in his hair stills. ''Still needy, beloved?''

''Fuck,'' Zalgo breathes, his body repeating the movement without his permission. ''I- I guess so, huh?''

Slenderman chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest. ''It is okay, my darling. It has been a long time since the last time, and I know how your instincts get.''

''True...'' Zalgo sighs, starting to mouth at Slenderman's neck, leaving only hickeys in his wake for now. ''You- Hmm, you don't mind?''

''If I did, I would not let you do this.''

That... was true, Zalgo supposes. He continues to grind and mark him up for a few minutes, still feeling too lazy to do anything more for now.

That is, until he seemed to nibble at a particularly sensitive spot. He hears Slenderman's breath hitch, and then his mate speaks up in a slightly strangled voice: ''Darling... You can go further than that.''

It isn’t a beg – in all their years, Zalgo had never seen Slenderman beg willingly. Early on in their relationship, Zalgo had tried, but any attempts were unsuccessful at best and plain awkward at worst. No, Slenderman's version of begging – if it can even be called that – are gentle (or not-so-gentle) nudges into the direction he wants Zalgo to go.

And who is Zalgo to refuse?

Within a breath, he hovers over Slenderman. He mouths at his neck, nipping and sucking possessive marks into the pale skin, before pulling back to admire his handiwork.

His instincts are thrumming in his mind, making him restless and desperate. He makes quick work of pulling off Slenderman's suit jacket, discarding it somewhere close to the pile of clothing. Yet he struggles with the buttons of Slenderman's shirt for a moment, and he lets out a low, impatient growl. Damn his claws...

''Why must these buttons be so damn small?'' he grumbles. Slenderman gently swats his hands away, and Zalgo sits back and watches as his mate continued to unbutton the shirt, undressing himself. It's a hot sight, undenniably so, but Zalgo wouldn't have minded shredding the shirt in his haste. Slenderman will, though, so Zalgo refrains from destroying any articles of clothing... this time.

Soon enough, the offending shirt is off, and Zalgo wastes no time in marking up Slenderman's neck, shoulders, and chest. One pair of claws grip his arms, while the other pair hold narrow hips. His grip is firm and possessive, but not painful.

He continues leaving marks, hickeys and bites to the skin, delighting in the sounds Slenderman makes for him. Soft groans, bitten back moans...

''Let me hear you,'' Zalgo murmurs against Slenderman's sternum, before scraping his sharp teeth over the skin. He watches with dark eyes as Slenderman arched and lets out a startled moan, and he grins. ''That's it...''

''Zalgo...'' Slenderman groans, face tilted to the side to expose his neck. There is a faint, grey flush on his face, one that Zalgo can't help but adore.

''Yes, love?'' Zalgo asks huskily, moving up to nuzzle against Slenderman's cheek. ''What do you want?''

''I...'' Slenderman falters for a moment, and Zalgo kisses his cheek in encouragement. He knows his mate isn't all that used to asking for things. Not like this. ''I want... more. I want you inside of me...''

Fuck. If that doesn't make him all hot and bothered, Zalgo doesn't know what else will.

''Yeah?'' he rumbles, nipping at Slenderman's jaw and neck. The hands that had been holding his arms now trail down to Slenderman's sides. ''You gotta prep yourself for me, love.''

Slenderman shudders at that, but he nods. He reaches out a hand, retrieving the lube he'd dropped to the ground earlier. He pours a generous amount of it on his fingers, rubbing them. Zalgo moves his mate's legs up to support him, letting his mate hook his ankles behind his neck.

He watches with heady eyes as Slenderman circles his rim with a finger, before slowly pushing in. Zalgo bites his lip, rubbing soothing circles into Slenderman's thighs as the latter's head fell back, a soft groan escaping the faceless being.

''That's it,'' Zalgo praised softly, watching Slenderman put in another finger. He can hear his mate's breaths start to deepen as he starts to move his fingers, spreading them.

A few minutes pass like that, Zalgo's own arousal forgotten as he's transfixed on the sight in front of him. The lithe, dexterous fingers spreading and pumping in and out were downright sinful...

''Can you add another finger, my flame?'' Zalgo asks, voice rough. Slenderman's breath hitches, but he garbles out an agreement, before sliding in a third finger. Zalgo watches as Slenderman arches ever-so-slightly, and he kisses his calf, continuing to rub at his thigh.

''You're doing so good, love,'' he purrs. He watches as Slenderman start to writhe almost imperceptibly. For how quiet and composed his mate usually is, he tended to fall apart quickly when he was the one on the bottom.

''Can you do one more?'' Zalgo asks, gaze hungry as he watches the sight in front of him. He barely notices as one of his lower hands trails to his own thigh, ghosting his claws over the sensitive skin and providing just enough stimulation to not be driven insane by the need coursing through him.

''Ye- Yes,'' Slenderman pants, a tremble running through him as he adds a fourth finger. Spreading, pumping... A few more minutes pass like that, with Zalgo's dark and hungry gaze on his mate.

''M-My love.'' There's a small whimper from Slenderman, and Zalgo has to bite down a growl at the sound. ''I- I... Take me.''

Zalgo chuckles at that. ''Yeah,'' he rumbles, his eyes dark. ''I think you're ready, my spark.''

Slenderman groans as he pulls his fingers out, and he hands the bottle of lube to Zalgo in a shaky grasp. The demon takes the bottle, squeezing out a generous amount. He wraps his hand around his cock, hissing at the feeling before relaxing into it.

''Hmm...'' he moans, stroking to spread the lube over his cock. He can feel Slenderman's gaze on him, wanton, and he resists the urge to give a show. Maybe later, when he doesn't feel like clawing out of his damn skin from the need.

When he decides it was enough – and he feeks like he couldn't take it anymore - his top hands come back to grip Slenderman's thighs, bending his legs to his shoulders. His other hand holds his mate's hip, while his other hand guides his cock, nudging the head against Slenderman's quivering hole.

''Colour, my love?'' he asks, voice strained. He already has a feeling he knows the answer, but he wants to be sure. But if Slenderman denies him now, he might just actually go insane...

''Green,'' Slenderman replies immediately, his arms reaching up to wrap around Zalgo's neck, holding him in a loose embrace while fisting his hair. ''Go on, love. Take me.''

That is all the encouragement Zalgo needs. He pushes in slowly, his body taut as that tight heat wraps around his cock. He groans lowly, and his head leans on Slenderman's shoulder. ''Fuck... Oh, fuck...''

He feels Slenderman tremble against him, the grip in his hair tight. Zalgo rubs soothing circles into his hips and his calves, trying to soothe him and make his mate relax. When he finally bottoms out, he moans, his eyes hazy as he bites and sucks at Slenderman's throat.

''So good for me,'' he groans, barely restraining himself from just taking his mate. ''Tell me when I can move...''

Slenderman's fast breaths hit his ear, and a few moments pass before he speaks. ''Move... Gods, Zalgo, move. Take me.''

That was all it takes. Zalgo snaps, his instincts taking control. He pulls out until only the tip of his cock remains inside, then slams back into the tight, hot space. It isn't gentle – he's already too far gone for that – but he tries to start slow, at the very least.

A tug on his hair makes his hips slam, and the resulting tightness of Slenderman clenching around his cock make any remaining thoughts of being slow or gentle fly out of the window. Zalgo snarls, pushing Slenderman's legs up higher, his grip bruising as he pounds into his mate...

''Mine,'' he growls possessively, biting at any skin he could reach – mainly Slenderman's throat, shoulders, and chest. Tasting the salty tinge of sweat, and drowning in his scent – pine, the smell of a cold winter, and pure arousal. ''All mine.''

''Y-Yours,'' Slenderman gasps, arching under the rough treatment, tugging at Zalgo's hair and clawing at his back. One of Zalgo's mouths licks at the hand, and he moans. ''O-Oh, Gods...''

''Mine,'' Zalgo snarls again, his pace becoming frantic. Neither of them will last long like this, but he is too far gone to even try and make it last. His instincts are fully in control, demanding he take his mate, mark him up, show the world Slenderman belonged only to him. Only he could take him, only he could ruin him like this, only he could-

''Gonna breed you.''

Slenderman lets out a startled moan at that, and his fingers slip into the mouth on Zalgo's back, its tongue quickly lapping and twisting around the digits. ''O-Oh-! Y-You-?''

He can feel it, the way the usually soft barbs are filling up, adding more points of pleasure for both of them. Slenderman's head falls back as he groaned, and he panted harshly. The dark grey flush spreads to his neck, and his body twitched in pleasure.

''Yeah,'' Zalgo growls, his pace not slowing in the slightest. Slenderman feels so good around him, so hot and tight and his. He angles his hips, trying to find that spot inside of Slenderman that would make him sing... ''Gonna- Gonna fill you up, breed you, make you all pretty an’ round with my pups...''

Slenderman's breath hitches and he clenches around Zalgo, his mind growing hazy at the thought. He keens as Zalgo found his prostate, and his back bows off the ground. ''Z-Zal- Zalgo...''

''Yeah, that's it,'' Zalgo growls, keeping up the pace and hitting that spot over and over. He bites at Slenderman's chest, breaking skin, and Slenderman tugs at his hair, a pained whimper leaving him. Zalgo laps at the bite to soothe him, licking up the blood, his thumbs rubbing circles into Slenderman's hip. ''Mine. You're gonna look so lovely, swollen with my litter...''

''I-'' Slenderman can’t even finish his sentence. Everything is just too much. Zalgo hitting his prostate dead on, yet with the frenzied energy of an animal in heat, his words, his mouths...

He comes with a choked whine and a shudder, body going rigid and them limp in Zalgo's grasp. His cock twitches, streaks of cum coating his abdoment and chest.

''O-Oh- Yeah, just like that,'' Zalgo growls. He groans as Slenderman clenched around him, licking a stripe up his neck. His hips stutter, and he pounds once, twice, a third time before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside of his mate.

''Mine.''

Slenderman moans weakly in agreement, clinging to Zalgo. He shook, his sensitive body thrumming in pleasure and aftershocks of his orgams.

Zalgo isn't faring much better. His hips jerk a little, riding out his orgasm as he grinds against Slenderman. He lets go of Slenderman's legs, gently guiding them back down to wrap around his waist. One of his hands wanders to Slenderman's stomach, feeling it slowly distend. He moans at the feeling, his instincts settling at last and causing him to purr deeply. He nuzzles against Slenderman's neck, sighing happily.

Slenderman sighs shakily, a hand carding through Zalgo's hair. ''Happy, my love?'' He sounds tired, yet satisfied. Zalgo feels his mate shiver, and he glances at the Eldritch, who is looking at his stomach...

''Very,'' Zalgo purrs, rubbing his hand over Slenderman's stomach and nuzzling his neck. His instincts are sated, yet they are still at the forefront of his mind.

They spend several minutes like that, just cuddling on the ground while Zalgo lavishes Slenderman in gentle affection. Eventually, though, Zalgo seems to return to the present, and he pulls his head away from Slenderman's throat.

''How are you feeling, my flame?''

''I am fine, love,'' Slenderman answers softly. ''A bit worn out, but fine.''

Zalgo hums, nodding. He glances down at Slenderman's stomach, which was looking quite swollen at this point – like he'd just eaten a big meal. His instincts purr in delight, and a shudder runs through him. ''I wasn't too rough on you, was I?''

''Not at all, dearest,'' Slenderman reassures, still looking at his stomach. ''You were good, Zalgo. Quite in the throes of your instincts, I must say.''

Zalgo flushes and grins impishly. ''Yeah, well... You know you love it.''

Slenderman chuckles. His hand reaches up to cup Zalgo's cheek, making the demon look back at him. ''That I do, beloved. I knew what I was getting myself into. In fact, it was quite... arousing.''

Zalgo's face softens, and he nuzzles against the palm on his cheek. ''Ah... Alright then. Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart.''

''Likewise,'' Slenderman responds, voice tender. He rubs his thumb against Zalgo's cheek. ''Come here.''

Zalgo obliges, turning them on their sides and pressing Slenderman close to himself, still inside of the other. His tail wraps around Slenderman's leg, and he lazily traces more sigils on his mate's back.

More time passes like that, with them peacefully cuddling and recovering from the intense pleasure they had just gone through.

Eventually, Zalgo speaks. ''Let's go home,'' he murmurs. ''Before we fall asleep here.''

Slenderman is quiet for a few moments, before replying, voice equally soft: ''Yes. I would like to take a shower as well.''

''You and your showers,'' Zalgo chuckles, but he has to agree. Taking a shower sounded great right about now. Especially before they would enter their nest. he'd like to keep that as clean as he could,

He pulls out slowly, watching his cum dribble out of Slenderman's hole. ''Damn. I guess I really did a number on you, huh?''

Slenderman grumbles something in response.

''Hmm? What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear...''

''I said...'' Slenderman repeats, his face flushed a light grey. ''I... do not think I can stand.''

Zalgo blinks, before a grin took over his face. He lets out a soft laugh, which became louder as Slenderman growled in embarrassment.

''No, no, I'm not- I promise I'm not laughing at you,'' he wheezes, trying to calm himself down. ''I'll- I'll carry you, just give me a moment.''

When he finally pulls himself together, he stands up and walks towards their discarded clothing. He puts on his clothes, not bothering to button up the back of his pants. Then, he picks up Slenderman's clothes and walks back over to his mate. He crouches in front of him, and helps Slenderman sit upright. He helps Slenderman put his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and puts his pants back on. He doesn't bother buttoning up the shirt, though – not when they’d be showering soon.

“Ready?” Zalgo asks. At Slenderman’s nod, he hooks his arms underneath Slenderman’s arms and legs and picks him up in a bridal carry.

His long strides make quick work of the distance, and soon enough, Slenderman’s mansion comes into view. Zalgo feels his mate relax in his arms, probably happy at the prospect of a nice, warm shower.

He nudges the door open, walking to Slenderman’s room, and quickly headed for the en-suite bedroom.

''Think you can stand?''

At Slenderman's nod, he gently puts the other back on his legs. He turns on the shower, making sure it isn't too hot or too cold, before turning back to Slenderman and helping him undress again.

Zalgo then undresses himself as Slenderman steps into the shower, holding the wall for support. The sight makes a smirk appear on Zalgo's face. He'd really done a number on his mate, hadn't he?

''Do not laugh,'' Slenderman grumbles, which only made Zalgo snort. ''Love...''

''Yeah, yeah, alright, no laughing,'' Zalgo coughs, managing to stifle more laughter. He steps into the shower, his arms encircling Slenderman's waist as he presses himself close to the other. He sighs contently as the warm water cascaded down on them. ''This is nice...''

''It is,'' Slenderman agrees. They stay like that for a few moments, before Slenderman gently nudges Zalgo. ''Let me wash your hair, my love.''

''But it's comfy,'' Zalgo whines playfully, pressing his wet cheek to Slenderman's and rubbing affectionately. He lets out a low laugh at Slenderman's slightly disgusted growl, but let go of the other. ''Alright, alright... No need to get your panties in a twist, my flame.''

''Just... turn around and tilt your head backwards,'' Slenderman sighs, exasperated. Zalgo grins – quite charmingly, in his opinion, but Slenderman's unimpressed stare would suggest otherwise – and turns around, doing as he was told.

He hears the uncapping of a bottle, before lithe, nimble hands start to massage the shampoo into his hair. He sighs at the feeling, practically melting into the touch. A soft purr starts in his throat, while his tail swishes slowly from side to side.

''You are so spoiled,'' Slenderman complains fondly. Zalgo chuckles.

''And yet you continue to treat me this way, love.''

''Yes, and I do not recall why.''

Zalgo chuckles again, and a comfortable silence falls over them once more. Slenderman quietly warns him before he rinses out the suds that had formed in Zalgo's hair. The same process repeats for the conditioner, and Zalgo was close to a puddle by the end of it, purring up a storm.

He sighs softly as Slenderman turns him around and kissed him, and he cupped the other's cheek as he returns the kiss. He stares at Slenderman fondly, then spoke.

''My turn.''

Zalgo grabs a bottle of bodywash, pouring the gel-like substance onto his clawed hand. He starts with a gentle massage, lathering his mate up in soap as he went. Slenderman lets out gentle sighs here and there as Zalgo worked on a particular sore spot, and the demon makes sure to pay extra attention to those areas.

By the time they exit the shower again, steam clouds the entire bathroom, the atmosphere cozy and content. They towel off, and Zalgo picks Slenderman back up to head into their bedroom.

Their nest - a bed with a large, walled circle made of blankets and clothing items, courtesy of Zalgo's instincts – waits for them. Soft and safe as always. Zalgo nuzzles Slenderman affectionately, then lowers him into the nest.

He joins as well, throwing the blankets over them and making sure everything was comfortable and still in place. Slenderman huffs fondly at his protective, possessive behaviour, and pulls him close. After a bit of playful struggling, Zalgo surrenders to being the little spoon for the night, and settles in.

''I really missed you, y’know?'' Zalgo speaks softly, not wanting to interrupt the quietness of the room. He feels Slenderman nuzzle and press a kiss to the back of his neck, and he sighs and melts into the affection. His tail wraps around Slenderman's leg, squeezing fondly.

''I missed you too, my love,'' Slenderman murmurs. ''Now hush. Sleep. I am exhausted. We shall talk more in the morning.''

Zalgo hums. A part of him wants to protest, to stay awake longer and catch up with his mate. But he hears the exhaustion in Slenderman's voice, and Zalgo had to admit he himself was quite tired too, after everything they had done.

''Mkay, fine...''

Slenderman squeezes him tightly, then presses a kiss to his shoulder blade. ''I love you.''

''I love you too,'' Zalgo murmurs, and closes his eyes. In the peace and quiet of their room, he succumbs to sleep easily. His instincts are finally at ease, and he feels safe as ever in his mate's arms. Nothing could harm him here, or his mate.

Nothing else mattered here.

Only them, and their love for each other.

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