Name: Sebastian
Title: kiss and forget
Story: No Child Is Spared
Colors: Halloween Orange: I was a little more than they expected
Supplies: Eraser (Slendyverse)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Anxiety and glossed over smut?
Word count; 604
Notes: More Slendyfic! Because I am weak and needed to write something and I kind of love Slnedyverse. And yes, I am just going with 'the Tall Man' for what I'm calling Slendy in this because...I don't know.



It goes like this:

Teddy is frightened. He’s more scared than is comfortable and he knows, knows something is going to happen. To him, to Dave, to Anya.

(Not to Meg because Meg is scarier than anything and she can take care of herself. He fails to think she can take care of all of them but he knows she can keep herself safe.)

He knows in his heart that someone is going to pay for his inability to be observant and he just doesn’t know how. He’s taking a guess though and he sees Dave in a hospital bed again, sick and frail like he was as a kid and he’s waiting, oh god, he’s waiting.

Dave is much less scared, concerned maybe, but not scared. He has faith enough for the both of them that things will work out, in this and in other things.

Teddy doesn’t believe him.

Dave hits him (lightly) and give shim a cookie because that’s what he does. It gets eaten too, so he considers it a victory.

Teddy curls up, burrowing his head between his knees and breathing hard. He feels sick and the sweetness isn’t helping. He’s trying to keep his head from racing and it’s not working and he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Dave puts his hands against his shoulders, pulling Teddy to him and letting the man lean against him. Teddy doesn’t resist, even though he’s not sure if it’s a good idea. He’s been awake for too long, scared of what might happen when he sleeps.

That’s probably part of the reason his head is going as fast as it is but he can’t risk it.

And it all goes downhill from there.

Maybe it’s fear (it definitely is) that drives him to do it but Teddy is moving to close the little space between them and all the while praying in his head that nothing catches up to them.

He feels like he’s racing as he undresses Dave, pulling away clothes and letting himself leave scattered kisses across his skin. He’s racing whatever the hell is going to steal Dave away form him, the tall, thin main in the corner of his pictures. He’s trying to soak in as much of him as he can while there’ still time.

And there’s never, ever, ever enough time.

They fall into bed easily, as they so often do, and they explore each other with the familiarity of ages. They touch each other with careful hands, Teddy’s maybe a little possessive and Dave’s a little concerned, and their mouths suck and bite at skin that has been marked time and time again.

Teddy relaxes eventually, losing himself in the feeling of Dave, of his scent and taste and the feeling of his hands all over him. It’s not safety exactly but ti’s comfort and the knowledge that he has someone there beside him form now until the end of things.

He’s still not sure when the end of things will be but that’s an afterthought, one that he barely processes before falling into sleep.

He’s not awake to hear the soft rustle of the curtains. Nor is he awake when the hands move over his body, barely there and just a little chilly.

He’s completely unaware of the kiss on his cheek and the whisper of something in a long dead language of creatures long ago.

He sleeps on as the Tall Man slips back into the fabric of things, and keeps his silent guard over the boy he’s claimed as his.

He sleeps…

And the Tall Man waits.