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A/N: This is very unedited... I pulled this out of my ass in a fit of horny. It was also a good way to try out actually writing Tommy. I cannot actually decide who's stronger atm, Slender or Tommy. I lean on the idea of Slender being the technically more powerful one, but Tommy is a lil cockroach of a creature that Slender cannot be bothered to deal with. That may change as I work with them in conjunction with one another, who knows?

Warning for... Well, shipcest, mostly. The Dmitry in this is 21 though, so everyone here is of a consenting age. Happy wanking.

This may eventually go on Ao3, so if this post vanishes: that's where it went.

Oh, and @tommytaffy encouraged me to post this! So here's what came out of it, if you wanna read it!

Dmitry had been hiding porn under faers bed.

How Tommy found out was irrelevant, though it was entirely innocent on its own. He was cleaning up a little, keeping his hands busy. When he checked for stowed away trash under faers bed, he found the books. It wasn’t quite what he expected. Perhaps he was too used to the days of playboy magazines, naked or otherwise scantily clad women… This was all stuff fae must have managed to get on trips into the city, away from these isolated woods. Anime men, almost exclusively. The few with girls in them were always girls who weren’t exactly cis.

Maybe he shouldn’t have snooped, but he was curious! It was always interesting, when they reached this stage of life. Dmitry was as hardcore as you might imagine someone being raised for the life of a proxy to be. From dubious consent, to depictions of rape… Perhaps the ones Tommy found a little funny were the ones about ageplay—but perhaps his position left him too able to make light of such a fantasy.

He left most of them where he’d found them. All but one. This copy specifically had lots of little stains at the corners and edges of pages, and he found himself coming up with the nastiest idea as he examined them.

It was night when he enacted his plan. Dmitry had long since come home from a trip into a town, closer than the city itself. Those were always more dangerous, but fae swore up and down that fae wouldn’t be recognized. Slender always let faer, and Dmitry seemed to always know that if anything terrible happened? Either him or Tommy would be there in a heartbeat.

The house was still. Tommy made it a point to keep his lingering to the lower floor, away from the labyrinth of bedrooms and such. In fact, when it was happening, one of him was technically watching television. Dmitry had gotten it from the city. While it only played things in black and white, that hardly bothered Tommy.

Another copy of him however? It was waiting. All he needed was a sign that anything was happening in there, anything at all…

Then he heard it. Shuffling, first. Some pages being turned, of course. Fae never wore a belt, but that’s what suspenders replaced. The clniking of metal, followed by more shuffling. It was incredibly clear to him what exactly was happening. Somehow, you could say he smiled exponentially wider as he leaned closer to the door.

A shadow cast over it. He turned his head, a bit put off by being interrupted. Of course it was Slender. Who else would it be?

With a crack, Slender cocked his head. All the noises from the room went entirely dead, and Tommy lagged a moment. Then he turned his head the same direction—left, to look at the wall by the door. (From the ether, for all Tommy cared,) a note had been pressed to the wall. Tommy plucked it off gingerly, looking down at what it said.

In the usual scratchy scrawl, “allow Dmitry some privacy.”

“And if I don’t?” Perhaps Tommy shouldn’t test his luck, but he at this point was used to a world where he was the most supernatural thing to ever enter anyone’s life.

Not appreciating this argument of whispers and writing, Slender’s head cocked the other direction rather aggressively. The writing on the note which placed itself on the wall was far redder, though it was hardly neon. Believably dried blood—that’s what Tommy thought as he took it off the wall too. “Do not test me,” read the threat.

Before either of them could really say much more to the other, Dmitry opened the door. Fae was significantly more dressed than Tommy had been imagining. An oversized sweater, a pair of comfortable looking track pants, and a sleep mask pulled up onto faers forehead. Fae rubbed at faers eyes, feigning that fae had been asleep this whole time.

“What’s going on,” fae asked.

“Nothing!” Tommy kept a cheery tone to him, as Slender slowly turned his head to focus on Dmitry. “Go back to sleep, Mitya. We’re just having a talk, that’s all.”

Dmitry seemed to study them both for a moment, before nodding. “Don’t be so loud,” fae mumbled. The door closed with a strange sort of finality to it. Tommy and Slender stood there, eye to eye as two inhuman entities can really be. It didn’t help that Slender didn’t have any.

“It’s an important talk,” Tommy reasoned. Defusing the situation meant not dealing with Slender’s little proxies. Even if he thought them an annoyance at best, at this point? Tommy wanted to get to it, before Dmitry decided that it wasn’t worth it for the night. “I’ve given it to the proxies I involved myself with prior. Why is Dmitry different?”

One of Slender’s hands twitched, static coming from the joints he cracked. It relaxed again, no notes on the walls. Did he seriously win? There was a pause, before Slender’s shoulders slumped some in defeat. Tommy was arrogant enough to think that Slender knew better. In reality, Slender just couldn’t be bothered to deal with something that came back like a cockroach. A light rustle of paper signified the notes in Tommy’s hands had changed.

“Be careful,” one read. “So long as you give faers book back,” the other read. Perhaps he’d actually read them backwards—but that didn’t matter once he put it together.

He was about to do the polite thing and thank Slender, but the big lug had done the rude thing. Slender had up and vanished, leaving Tommy holding two blank sheets of paper in an empty hallway. A final glance at the door, and Tommy decided on his new course of action. With purpose, he walked away heavy footed. If there was any chance of doing this tonight, Dmitry would need to feel less pressured!

When he reappeared at the door, Tommy held the book in hand. Ears absolutely straining, he listened for even the slightest sound of breathing. Everything seemed to blend together at such a level of near silence, but then he caught it. The turn of a page. It could be entirely innocent, however…

Bent over, he tried to peer through the keyhole. Thankfully, he could see through at all. Things were not as innocent as they appeared. One hand held the book, but another was yanking faers pants down. It all rested around faers ankles, that spare hand palming at faerself through faers boxers. Just teasing faerself, for now.

Opening the door caused faer to go rigid. Dmitry turned on a dime to look at Tommy, throwing the book down between the bed and the wall. As Tommy walked part way in, fae wordlessly grabbed the blanket and pulled it over faerself. The moment Tommy tried to talk though, fae did instead. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“That’s no way to greet me.”

Dmitry’s expression soured. “Hi, Tommy. What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Tommy hummed. “I’ll let it pass, since you look so freaked out.”

A grunt. “What do you want?”

“To finally have that little talk.”

Faers face screwed up in confusion. “Tommy… Tommy, I’m 21. If this is going where I am assuming it is going, then I don’t need it.”

“Oh, but it’s one we never got to have.” He started walking, though it was a slow sort of pace. The door was pulled shut behind him as he started, not minding the look Dmitry gave him as he came to stand by the side of the bed. “How do I know you actually know plenty about safety?”

“I don’t like girls,” Dmitry deadpanned. “Not the kinds you usually find, anyway.”

“You like girls like you!” He reached out and booped faers nose, surprised Dmitry didn’t try to bite his finger off. Sometimes fae felt like a wild dog… “That’s just fine. I wasn’t going to talk about pregnancy anyway.”

“Please, Tommy. I get it. I’m busy, though…”

With a smile (is that a smile?) “You don’t have to hide.” Painfully oblivious, Dmitry anticipated a talk about how sexuality is perfectly okay. Maybe even a joke about how Locklear would probably want faer to enjoy that cock, make the surgery worth while! Instead, it took an entirely different turn that made faers blood run cold. Breaking out in gooseflesh as Tommy explained himself. “I’ve heard you. A few times, anyway. You’ve gotten sloppy as you’ve gotten older. You used to be so sneaky that I haven’t the faintest idea when you started properly experimenting! That’s rare for me.”

“Tommy,” fae tried.

He cut faer off without a second thought. “I would guess this maybe started when you were around 19 though. The sloppiness, I mean. Every now and then I catch a sound. I don’t think that’s always where you’ve kept your books either, because that’s quite the stash! Did you move them from wherever you hid them before?”

Dmitry didn’t answer, so Tommy just kept along. “I think I wouldn’t consider this so much if it weren’t for one thing.” He leaned down over the bed. Dmitry tried to lean away, but fae ended up just pressed into the nearby wall. “You think about me, don’t you?”

“What?” Dmitry’s heart was racing a mile a minute. “I don’t… What?”

“I’ve heard you say my name. How many Tommys do you know? Not many, I imagine.”

After swallowing dry and hard, “just you.”

The grandfather clock from the floor below rang out. Both of them were entirely silent throughout each chime. Finally it ended. “One in the morning,” Tommy commented wistfully.

“Yeah,” Dmitry agreed, noncommittal. “Is Papa letting you do this?”

“You could say that,” Tommy responded.

“Well, you’re scaring me.”

He was grinning wider for sure now. “You seem to like that kind of thing.”

Dmitry suddenly narrowed faers eyes. There was that bite Tommy had found some affection in him for. Fae leaned just that extra bit closer to his face, forcing growl from the back of faers throat into faers tone. “You were the one who took it?”

Seemingly from no where, Tommy produced the copy from behind his back. Standing back up straight, “it was well loved. I thought it might make a good hostage!” He laughed, but Dmitry wasn’t laughing.

He gently tossed it onto the bed. Dmity’s eyes followed the arc, resting on it as it stayed there on faers bed. Finally, fae locked eyes with Tommy again. “What now?”

From standing over faer to in faers space again, now fae was bracketed against the bed by both of his arms. “I want to know what you think about,” he said. “What is it that you’re day dreaming about when you say my name?”

“Is this going where I think it is?”

“I’ll let you decide, Mitya.”

There was a pause. Tommy was patient, for the moment. The nickname was oddly calming—it told faer he was still treating this like play. With a light head, Dmitry tried faers best. “Some stuff kind of like this,” was how fae picked to open up. That intrigued Tommy deeply.

“You catch me jacking off, and you take matters into your own hands. I guess those are more forceful than I’d really want it.” Dmitry paused…

“Are they?”

“Yeah,” Dmitry muttered with a nod. “Fantasies are like that, I’ve found.”

Tommy giggled a little, maybe too excited for his own good. “Then you’d want it at all?”

Faers face blew up red. There was no backing out now. “I guess.”

He was testing his limits. A groping hand at faers crotch—pleasant to find faers cock half hard. It twitched, and Dmitry’s breath hitched. “Is that it?”

Dmitry cleared faers throat, “no, that’s not all I think about.”

“Oh?” A coaxing stroke through faers underwear, Tommy cocking his head just slightly. “What else?”

Dmitry shook faers head in the negative. Tommy tutted a few times at faer, fingers slipping under the waistband of faers boxers. “Now, Mitya… I’m not going to care. Is it something strange?”

With a crumbling resolve, Dmitry shook faers head harder this time. Eyes squeezed shut, fae was bordering on hyperventilating. “Private. Okay? Some things just stay private.”

The note’s warning rattled around Tommy’s head, and he debated testing those limits. In the end, he just placed a kiss on Dmitry’s forehead, deciding that pursuing everything in one night wasn’t worth it. No need to overwhelm Dmitry on the first time. There could be others, and he could find out then.

“That’s fine,” he cooed. “Look at you. You’re doing amazing, Mitya.”

Hands grabbed at his shirt, taking little fistfuls of the fabric. Fae rested faers forehead against his chest now, curling up just a bit. Fingertips ghosted over faers dick, and maybe it was just the thing that it was leading to… But fae had to stifle the smallest of moans.

He had to lead faers legs some, get them on the bed so he could properly pull faers underwear down in the first place. Cock free, he rubbed a thumb against the slit. A groan wrenched its way out of Dmitry’s mouth, hung just slightly open. Fae bit faers lip a moment later, actively working to quiet faerself as he took faer in hand.

“Now, don’t do that,” he said. His free hand brushed through some of Dmitry’s hair, smoothing it back against faers scalp. “You don’t have to be quiet.”

“What if he hears?”

“Who, your Papa?” Tommy scoffed. “Then he can go dwell amongst the trees a while, maybe hunt victims. You need time to unwind, Mitya.”

Dmitry hesitated, but then that hand left faers hair. He grabbed faer by the hip one handed, stroking faer in earnest now. As he wanted, fae moaned aloud. Tongue lulled out, faers fists shook with shirt still clutched tight in them. Tommy giggled overhead, but Dmitry didn’t have it in faer to be embarrassed about it.

“So needy! This is really doing it for you that much?” Tommy didn’t dare force faer to look up at him yet. This was so much cuter. “You must be awfully pent up. I half expected you had already tried someone else out by now. Those nights you spent so long in town had to be doing something…”

“Picking victims,” Dmitry confessed.

“Always a hard worker for Papa,” Tommy mused. “How about you work half as hard for Daddy?”

A strangled sound of surprise tapered off and transformed into a pleading mewl. Faers arms wrapped around him, trembling lightly as the rest of faer shook more noticeably. Who was he to deny faer a high he’d been teasing at all this time? He gladly let faer ride it out, pathetically bucking into his hand. When fae finally went limp, it took the slightest bit of coaxing to get faer to let go.

Dmitry laid back in bed, catching faers breath. Sweat stuck some of faers hair to faers face. Tommy giggled some. “What a mess you’ve left all over my hand!”

He held it out to faer. “Would you clean this off for me, Mitya?”

Dmitry steeled faerself, sitting up moments later. Fae held him by the wrist, keeping him in place. Little kitten licks cleaned up all fae had left behind on his faux skin. When Dmitry was done, fae let go of his wrist. The entire time, fae kept faers eyes closed. Now, Dmitry refused eye contact. Eyes glancing everywhere—anything to look anywhere but in Tommy’s eyes.

“I never told you why I come around for some proxies, did I?”

Dmitry slowly shook faers head. “You didn’t.”

“I parented your mother,” Tommy explained. “She said she’d never have children.”

“Look how well that went,” Dmitry replied with a scoff.

“I never thought she’d make a beautiful daughter anyway. She was hardly a looker herself.” Dmitry cocked a brow as Tommy paused. “She did manage to pop out a handsome son, though.”

Fae laughed nervously. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“Maybe that’s thanks to your biological father though! I never saw him.”

“Tommy!” Dmitry was laughing though. “You just jerked me off, stop talking about my parents.”

“But you’re laughing!”

More of that continued, fluttering sound throughout the hall. A proxy readied their knife, and Slender held out his hand. They looked up at him, only to have Slender shake his head at them. On the wall across from them appeared a single note.

“He’s allowed,” it read.

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