Work Text:
The night started off pretty simple. Slim had helped Edge with making dinner, since he’d insisted that he wanted to help. It was a step in the right direction, one that Edge had been waiting on for weeks.
Finding Slim had been hard to deal with in a lot of ways, most of them physical, but a lot of them psychological as well. Slim was hurt, so very hurt in so many ways, that Edge still had the occasional thought that he was not the right monster for this. Surely there must have been better options than a police officer with so little training for something like this?
Sure he had a lot of empathy for the vulnerable, and was strong enough to take on pretty much anyone that might have come to try and take Slim back (not that it really seemed like anyone would try, by now. There were no missing fliers, no online posts with his picture. Nothing about him at all except a morgue report that was outdated and used the wrong monster type.)
In the end, though, it was Slim’s near instant attachment to Edge that cinched the deal. Slim would screech if anyone else tried to touch, had nearly gone into a fit when the nurse had tried to get a marrow sample to test for any diseases. Thankfully there’d been none, or else Edge would have had to repeat the process of calming Slim down, pulling him to his chest, and whispering soft words while Slim whimpered.
They’d gone home together, Slim slinking two steps behind him like a scared puppy, and Edge had locked the door once they’d gotten inside.
It’d been… one hell of a trip, turning around to see Slim kneeling behind him, waiting for a command, and it was a sight that Edge never wanted to see again.
Coming back to the task at hand, his own hands sinking further into the warm suds and dirty water made by the dinner’s dishes, Edge couldn’t help but shift in place.
He’d had some regularly horny thoughts that night, none of them involving the current situation. No one could call him a celebate, he’d had his own variety of encounters over the years that had stopped more or less exactly the same night Slim had come into his life.
Which, while it didn’t feel as though it’d been that long, Slim would be seeing his therapist for nearing the fourth time here in a week or two… the monthly visits were something to look forward to, and to dread.
Some days he went Slim would come home with a piece of candy and looking like a weight was off his shoulders. Other times he’d go straight to bed and not leave until Edge got him up to eat.
Edge thought about the whole situation while he continued cleaning the dishes. The dinner itself had been a moderate success, seeing as how Edge knew what he was doing and Slim wasn’t that bad of a cook. He didn’t think about the potential reasons why.
But during the dishwashing he’d sent Slim out to watch something on the TV, maybe find them a show they could watch together if he wanted. Some cartoon had turned on, a more mature one. It would keep him occupied enough that Edge could possibly go up to his room for an hour to take care of this situation that had started south of his hips, but…
That wouldn’t be fair to Slim, to leave him alone like that. The guy was abused, neglected and quite possibly hurt in a number of ways beyond getting beat up.
Edge didn’t want to add on the counts of negligence. He could wait. He’d done so before numerous times; this would be no exception.
So, he finished the dishes… and headed for the living room, where Slim was waiting.
~.~
Slim… wasn’t entirely sure himself what happened. He’d been with his Master, the one that fed him and clothed him, the one he serviced and kept happy. Then he’d been bad, he deserved to be punished… and he’d been punished. Left alone, in the dark and cold, and then hugged by a stranger that had a kind voice, and kinder hands.
Slim never wanted to go back, not when this new master had picked him up and put him in the warmth, when he’d held him when the doctors hurt him and told him he’d be okay.
When he told him that he’d never have to go back, not if he didn’t want to. And Slim? Slim never wanted to go back.
He helped with supper that night, putting as much thankful intent into the food as he was able. From the way master Edge shuddered as he ate it, Slim felt like he’d done well.
It wasn’t until after master Edge had sent him out of the kitchen to watch a show that Slim noticed the smell. It was musty, almost like intent of a kind that Slim hadn’t smelled since he’d been left by Master. Master Edge was horny, and for whatever reason, hadn’t said a word about it to Slim.
Maybe he was waiting to see if Slim would be able to detect it on his own? It was a test, it had to be! And it was one that Slim would pass with flying colors. So, he waited, biding his time deciding what to do while he waited for master Edge to get done with the dishes. Finally, the water turned off, the sink draining as Edge audibly dried his hands before coming out of the kitchen and into the living room… where Slim sprung his trap.
“Edge?” This was the first step: getting master Edge’s attention without causing him to become upset. Calling him master was the first way to do that, and the last thing Slim wanted right now, or as the night went on, was master Edge getting upset.
The look of pleased relief on his master’s face was heady to Slim, almost euphoric, but he kept at his goal, watching as he sat beside him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Yes? Do you need something?”
Slim took a subtle smell of the arousement in the air… and couldn’t help the excitement that rose in him. Finally, a real way to show his new master how much he appreciated him.
“No… but I think you do.” Slim responded, slowly sliding off the couch. Master Edge watched in confusion, his sharp intake of breath as Slim nuzzled his crotch almost amusing. When he was pushed away, something like horror in his master’s face. Slim backed up a little, feeling something like hurt begin to bloom in his soul.
“What the hell was that, Slim?” Master Edge asked, a bit of bite to his tone that hadn’t been there before. Slim swallowed, biting back tears of shame that threatened to pool up.
“I wanted… I wanted to serve you, t-to show… to show my appreciation.” Slim could feel his soul cracking, just from the knowledge that Edge hated him, didn’t want him to even touch him, he was so dirty and broken...
Now there was something like conflicted horror on his master’s face, the horror slowly being replaced with understanding, and something like surrender.
“I… damn it Slim, I know you want to, to show me you care, but…”
Slim nodded emphatically. “I do!! I really do, I want to show how much I care.” He came a little closer, stopping when master Edge tensed. “Please let me?”
His master’s eyes seemed to grow soft then, Edge shuffling uncomfortably even as he guided his own legs open. Slim keened softly, leaning slowly forward so he wouldn’t scare his master off, nuzzling softly into the wet warmth that had accumulated since Edge’s time in the kitchen.
Edge let him pull his jeans down, guiding him to lay back and let Slim service him the right way, the way he deserved to be treated.
Licking at his teeth, Slim settled in, and got right to work helping Edge feel the depth of his affections.
~.~
Edge had to admit, Slim knew what he was doing. Not a single part of him except for his crotch liked this situation, the guilt bombarding him with every gasp he made, every time he tightened his legs around Slim’s head. Slim was good with his tongue, that was for certain. Every flick of it had Edge seeing stars, his pussy near convulsing with pleasure as Slim brought him to his first climax.
He wasn’t given any sort of break, either, Slim heading right back to work, hands keeping Edge from clamping his legs down around his skull. It felt so good, but so wrong, almost sinful for Edge to let him do this.
But it was something Slim wanted to do. Something Slim had come up with a plan for, and had planned to execute with no actual input from Edge.
As much as it fucking sucked in every way, this was progress.
Or at least… Edge hoped so.
He came to his final climax as Slim suckled on his clit, head thrown back as he groaned. He sat there for a moment, trying to get his breath back, but as he sat up he noticed the glowing in Slim’s shorts. The guy had definitely felt something from doing all that… maybe that was also a good thing. But he hadn’t touched himself, and that was a problem.
“You can… take care of that, if you need to.” Edge said simply, voice hoarse. Slim beamed tiredly at him, sufficiently sticking his hands down his pants and with a few tugs he came as well.
Edge couldn’t help but feel that terrible horror creep back in as Slim was immediately back on his feet, heading for the hallway to get washcloths and towels to clean up the mess left behind on the couch. Edge stood to let him at it, cracking his spine from the rather weird position, before telling Slim that he was going to take a shower.
Slim nodded up at him, seemingly happy, and Edge took his leave, ready to go wash what felt like sins off his back… and pelvis.