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Steve doesn’t know why he decided to pick up Billy today.
He hasn’t seen the other in a couple of days, which is unusual. Usually Billy would come over every evening after work, climbing in through the window even though Steve’s parents are never home. Sometimes they would leave and go for drives together and other times they would just hang out at home and do whatever they felt like. Occasionally Billy would spend the night, and they would leave for work together the next day.
The point is that Billy is the one to take initiative for when he wants them to spend time together. It wasn’t that Steve didn’t want to, but he also didn’t want to come off as too clingy. Billy should be able to want some space or be busy dealing with stuff at home without Steve’s needy ass burdening him.
But today felt different. Two days without Billy’s company shouldn’t make Steve feel distressed, and he didn’t really. He had been busy himself, trying to solve russian codes and spying on russian spies. It was just…
He kind of felt like being close? He missed Billy a bit and he would really like some cuddles and maybe sharing a few kisses. Sex would be nice, just taking Billy in and hold him there, sharing each others breath and heat. It wasn’t a necessity, but the idea made Steve feel warm in his belly. He really wanted Billy to stay the night though, to lay in his arms and wake up with him snoring in his ear.
So Steve drove to the pool to pick up Billy. If he didn’t want to come join him, Steve wouldn’t push and would just spend the night with his best blanket. But just for today Steve would be a tiny bit clingy. Just this once.
He arrives at the pool as the last people are leaving. He knows Billy will have to check up on stuff before closing off, so Steve lightens a cigarette and prepares to wait.
Yes, he is aware of the glances he gets because of his uniform, and he can’t deny they are getting to him. Feeling his face heat up he has to keep himself from trying to adjust his uniform. He knows his shorts are too small, but there hadn’t been any other pair for him to use.
Doing his best to play it cool, he sticks around until everyone is gone. It is as he finishes his cigarette, stepping on the stump, that Billy finally comes out.
Calling out, he immediately catches Billy’s attention. Looking his way, for one moment, Billy looks at him in something like… alarm? Anxiety? Maybe even fear?
Before Steve can get worried, it is gone and Billy walks over to him.
“To what do I owe the honor of seeing you here, Harrington?” He asks with a smirk, in his usual confident tone.
Feeling at ease just from Billy’s presence, Steve leans further back on his car, body relaxing.
“Nothing much. Just thought you wouldn’t mind a pick-me-up,” He answers, a bit surprised by how dressed Billy is. Usually the other will just stay in his topless uniform, not bothering with the white tank top he is wearing now. Billy has never been a prude when it came to showing off his chest, something Steve came to appreciate more after they began ‘hanging out’.
Still, he can still enjoy Billy’s muscled form and Billy’s smirk only grows as he notices Steve checking him out. He gives a brief glance around the parking lot, before he steps forward to give Steve a peck on the lips.
Steve smiles at the brief affection. Seeing it as answer enough, he walks to the driver seat, both of them getting into the car.
Before he starts the car, he suddenly remembers something. “What about Heather? I didn’t see her leave, is she locking up?”
Billy is already fully relaxed, leaning back in his seat, one leg resting on the other. He hums at Steve’s question, lazily looking his way.
“She’s fine. No shift today.”
“Oh, okay.” He asked more out of politeness than actual curiosity, Though, he is left with the feeling that he is missing something.
Shaking it off he starts the car instead. Tonight he just wants to be with Billy. He can worry about Heather another day.
Steve is quick to turn on the music as he drives towards home. After enough fights about each other's taste in music, they had finally managed to make a collection of compromises that they both enjoy. Bumping along to the music, Steve dares a glance in Billy’s direction, really taking him in.
It isn’t obvious, but he does look a bit worse for wear. The circles under his eyes are deeper than usual and he is slouched a bit too much in the seat. His skin is slightly moist with sweat, discoloring his tank top.
Steve frowns at what he sees. Some days Billy will seem more rough, both in appearance and attitude. Steve has his suspicions for why that is, but it usually happens after a trip home, not from work.
“So what is it?” Billy suddenly asks.
“What?”
“The real reason you decided to pick me up?”
Billy doesn’t seem bothered, but suddenly Steve feels unsure. Maybe there is an actual reason Billy has been staying away and Steve is only making everything worse.
“I’m sorry, is it a bad time? I didn’t really consider if you had anything else, I just-”
“Quit your yapping. Why do you always got to assume it’s bad?”
“I don’t know, man, because I didn’t talk to you beforehand?”
“When was the last time I asked for your permission before crawling in your window? It’s fine, no need to get your panties in a twist.”
“I mean, if you say so.”
“I do say so. God, Harrington, why do you have to be such a prissy about this?” Suddenly Billy is sitting straight, reaching towards Steve. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, Steve turns his head enough to catch the press of lips. Billy has his hand in his hair, his grip just tight enough to leave his scalp tingling.
Leaning back in the car again, returning to his slouch, Billy looks out the window as if what just happened was insignificant. Steve on the other hand can feel the flush spreading on his face, unable to keep from smiling. He must be looking like an idiot, but these small displays never fail to make him feel all silly inside.
Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t keep some of his pride intact.
“By the way, since you asked? You have never asked if I was okay with you coming in the window. As in only ever using the window. Have you ever considered using the door? You do know there is a door you can use, right?”
“It’s more discreet that way. Don’t want to get caught.”
“Get caught by who?”
“Your parents.”
Steve can’t help but laugh at that. “Dude, my parents haven’t been home in over a year. How are they gonna catch you?”
“Better to keep careful.”
“There’s careful and there’s showing off. I really don’t think you have to worry, and it would be nice for you to enter normally just once.”
“Let’s see about that. Wouldn’t want you to get bored. Besides-” With a smirk, Billy’s hand is on Steve’s thigh, too far up to be mistaken for innocent. “It fits well, having to ascend the big tower to free the captured princess, don’t you think?”
Steve is suddenly blushing for other reasons. A heat is slowly spreading downstairs, and Steve feels less silly and more heavy all of a sudden.
They both go quiet for a while, steaming in the mood between them, when Billy breaks the silence again.
"You didn't answer."
"Answer what?"
"My question."
"What question?"
"Are you kidding me Harrington? Really?" Once again Billy turns towards him, looking as if he's trying to determine if Steve really is making fun of him or something.
Steve can only shrug helplessly, completely lost in the conversation again. He had been gone in some nice fantasies about what they would get up to once they returned home, so he really is lost about what Billy mean.
"Why you suddenly decided to come today, something you have never done before?" Billy speaks very slowly, as if to make sure Steve can follow.
"Oh, that." Steve's says, ignoring Billy’s tone. He is more distracted by actually having to give an answer. "I don't know man, I felt like it?"
"You just felt like it?" Billy says doubtful.
"Yeah, I mean, it's just," Steve fumbles for an answer. He doesn’t want to say the real reason out loud, not wanting to sound too needy or clingy. Besides, it is also really embarrassing. "It's been a while, you know? I thought it would be fun to hang out?"
"Hang out," Billy snorts, as if Steve’s choice of words is an inside joke. Then he returns to the subject like a hound smelling meat. "So you're saying that you wanted to meet up?"
"Yeah."
"Because I haven't visited you for a few days?"
"I mean, when you say it like that-"
"So you decided to come and surprise me, so we could 'hang out'?" He even flexes his index and middle fingers to make clear how no one is tricked by Steve's choice of words. "Coming straight from work, not even bothering to change?"
"You make it sound like I-"
"Did you miss me, Harrington?" Billy bluntly asks, his smirk is so big and sharp, that Steve kind of wants to punch him.
Instead he tries to bury himself in his seat, looking anywhere but at Billy.
Clearly it’s been too long, because he has completely forgotten how to handle Billy. He hasn’t felt this defenseless in front of the other man since they moved on from heavy flirting to actual 'hanging out'.
Okay, dating or whatever. Steve is a fully grown man, he can admit to having a boyfriend. Even if he is considering strangling said boyfriend at the moment.
Trying to keep his streak of being a mature adult, Steve answers: "Maybe I just wanted to take initiative for once? Since you seemed busy and it shouldn't always be on you to come over? Doesn't have to mean anything."
Steve feels pretty confident his tone and expression isn't giving him away. Sadly he can do nothing about the flush on his face, and how he is suddenly completely unable to face Billy.
Billy laughs, loud and obnoxious. "God, you are adorable."
Steve doesn’t think he has ever been ’adorable’, but Billy has made it clear before that his opinion about this isn’t to be considered.
Suddenly sneaking an arm around his shoulders, Billy leans in, resting against Steve.
Daring a glance, Steve sees that Billy’s smirk has softened into something more gentle and rounded. He looks much more relaxed now than he did at the start of the ride, and Steve can’t make himself regret picking Billy up. Seeing the effect he has on the other, makes him feel strong and dependable. Not in the way it was expected of him when he was dating Nancy or any girl before her, but much easier, much more himself.
Steve feels warm with Billy at his side. He lets himself laze in the feeling and just enjoys the ride, the music and spending time with his boyfriend.
Said boyfriend who’s hand is not so sneakily trailing upwards. With the way things are going, Steve isn’t sure whether he should speed up, try to get them home as fast as possible for them to find the first horizontal surface for them to get down on or if he should-
“Stop the car.”
Billy makes the choice for him and it is just barely that Steve manages to not crash the car into the nearest tree. Parking the car on the side of the road, he almost kicks open the door to get out.
They are on the edge of the forest, the area desolated as not many cars take this road. The ground beneath them is dry from the continuous summer heat and they are surrounded by parched vegetation.
Billy is a bit slower getting out, taking his time to undo his seatbelt and stepping out. He takes a look around, breathing in the summer air, as Steve moves towards him.
The moment he is within reach, Billy grabs hold of Steve’s face, dragging him in for a kiss.
Warm lips pressed together, Steve can taste Billy’s hot breath. Surprised by Billy’s sudden movement, he gasps, allowing access for Billy’s tongue to dive in.
Billy keeps his grip on Steve’s face, pushing him backwards until his back hits the car. Pressing his body against Steve’s, he uses it to cave him in.
Steve doesn’t mind Billy’s ferocity, though he is a bit confused about the impatience. He’s here and more than willing, so there is no need to hurry. They can take their time with each other, enjoy each other, really drag it out.
Still, not complaining, he welcomes Billy’s advances. Dragging his arms around Billy’s neck, he pushes his hands up in his hair, feeling the curls between his fingers. He tugs them softly as he is about to run out of air.
Briefly breaking the kiss, Billy lets them both breathe. Their faces are already flushed as they breathe heavily. Steve didn’t need to look down to know both their erections were straining against their pants. Though the cage of Billy’s jeans was probably more uncomfortable than Steve’s uniform.
He is about to reach down to free both their dicks, when Billy moves them again. Not allowing Steve to act, he grasps under his ass, lifting him up until he is laying on the hood of the car.
Steve doesn’t hesitate to wrap his legs around Billy, pressing them together.
They both let out a groan at the movement, Billy pressing his face against Steve’s neck. Licking at the flesh, he takes Steve’s wrists with one hand, pushing them above them.
No longer having anything to support him, Steve has to lay flat on the car, unable to resist any of Billy’s actions. The only thing he can do is reach forward to kiss Billy’s cheek, biting at his ear.
“Fuck yeah, pretty boy, keep that up,” Billy shudders. Taking inspiration from Steve he bites his neck, sucking at the skin afterwards to leave bruises.
Rough hands are sneaking lower, and being reminded of his lower parts, Steve thrust his dick up against Billy’s, creating friction for them both.
“Ha- Harder Billy, please!” Steve begs, needing more pressure against his leaking shaft. They are still fully dressed, and Steve needed Billy to move on from the foreplay an hour ago.
Billy doesn’t seem to disagree. Moving his mouth back to Steve’s, he resumes their earlier kiss, tasting the inside, devouring what he can.
Steve can only let Billy do as he pleases, mindlessly pressing against the hand holding him. Somehow the skin feels rough and the nails sharper, but everything is harsh against Steve’s sensitive skin.
Billy’s other hand had finally reached its target: Steve’s ass. Grabbing Steve’s cheek, he takes his time to just enjoy kneading and massaging the flesh. Once in a while he teases a finger across the cloth, not exactly pressing down, but enough so Steve could feel the movement.
Steve is growing frustrated, arching his back, making Billy lose his grip for a moment. Laughing into his mouth, Billy gets with the program. Without moving any clothing, he presses the fabric of Steve’s shorts into his empty hole.
Steve mewls.
Breaking the kiss again, he has to turn his head, trying to drown the moans coming out of him.
After getting with Billy, they had both been surprised by how much Steve enjoyed anything entering him down below. Billy had been quick to exploit this knowledge, dragging the most embarrassing sounds out of Steve. Especially the way Steve could squeal would make him hard enough to cut diamonds.
Steve found the sounds he made mortifying, so usually he would do his best to strangle them before they got out. This time is no different as Steve buries his face against his shoulder.
“Fuck Harrington, you’re absolutely perfect,” Billy says, his voice deeper than usual, dripping with lust.
Steve is burning all over, any touch against his skin making him itch. Relentlessly Billy presses against his hole, forcing Steve to squirm in place, mewls and shrieks falling out like a-
“We have found a new purpose. We desire to breed the pretty boy!” something dark suddenly interrupts.
Everything stills.
“W-wait, what??”Steve says, as he opens his eyes, seeking the unfamiliar voice. Instead his eyes catch on Billy above him.
Billy’s expression is that of surprise. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly open. His lips wet and puffy from their kiss.
Steve might have confused it for shock, if not for the dark veins crawling from his chest, creeping along his neck and cheekbones. His eyes darker, like a deep ocean instead of his usual beach waves.
Following the dark markings down to the hand still grasping at his hip, Steve gasps as he sees Billy’s arm. The skin under his elbow has turned dark, skin leathery and rough. Bone-like spikes splitting the skin, veins pulsating around them. His nails turned to sharpened claws, the tips of which are biting into Steve.
Steve is barely breathing. The contrast of what was suddenly in front of his eyes is something he can not comprehend. Instead of the desperate heat that had been between them, he is shot with a chill going through his entire body.
As if he can feel Steve’s temperature drop, Billy leans forward. The hand holding Steve’s wrist becomes tighter for a second, before loosening again.
“Steve-,” he whispers, voice back to his normal gruff self.
Steve is done being in a daze. Not allowing Billy to continue, he gets his legs under him, kicking him off with all his strength.
Billy is stronger and more compact than Steve, but he must be surprised by the kick, as he falls back, letting Steve go.
Quick to slide off the car, Steve is stable on his feet as he faces Billy. He is ready to raise his hands, preparing a punch, when the movement is halted.
“God, what is that?” Steve yells, as he suddenly finds his hands tied up.
Whatever the material is, it must be organic as it pulses along with Steve’s heartbeat. He tries to rip it apart, but finds no give.
Redirecting his focus back on Billy, the other is back on his feet. In reaction, Steve hurries to the other side of the car, so it stands between them.
“Calm down, Steve, we aren’t going to hurt you,” Billy tries to reassure, holding his hands up in a placating manner.
“We? Who the fuck is we? This can’t be real, this can’t be fucking real-” Steve ramples, trying to comprehend what is going on. Seeing Billy slowly moving to the side, Steve moves the opposite direction, constantly keeping distance and the car between them.
“I know this is hard to understand, but if you just chill out for one second, I can explain-” Billy says, before Steve interrupts him.
“You are possessed. This isn’t you. There is no way this would happen unless it’s the upside down and the-” Steve rears back as he suddenly realizes the situation.
The Mind Flayer. The fucking Mind Flayer that had possessed Will was now back and had taken Billy. It didn’t look the exact same, but it was the only being Steve knew of that could do anything like this.
Billy is surprised by Steve’s words, but quickly collects himself. He still tries to get closer to Steve, attempting to appear non-threatening as they round the car.
“Okay, you know a bit about what is happening,” He affirms, though he looks slightly bothered by this prospect. “But you are misunderstanding. Whatever you think is about to happen, we won’t hurt you, if you just-”
Billy’s words are going in one ear and out the other. Steve does not care about what he or the Mind Flayer has to say. With understanding comes action and Steve is trying to find a way to get out of this mess.
He would have tried the car, but with his hands tied together like this, he doesn’t think he could get it started before Billy got him. Being stuck here is the worst case scenario, as he has no way to get help or warn the others.
“Fuck!” Steve suddenly shouts. The other pauses, as he is about to realize Steve has been ignoring everything he has said so far. “The one time I take initiative for us to go on a date, and you are possessed by the fucking Mind Flayer!”
He needs to tell everyone that the Mind Flayer is back. They went through hell closing the portal last time, so they need to act quickly.
“In our defense, you are the one trying to end the night early,” Billy says. He sounds so normal, that Steve can’t help, but bark out a laugh.
“In your defense?! I don’t even know who I am speaking to right now!” He spits, though his anger feels forced.
They have to free Billy. They had done it with Will, so there was no reason they couldn’t do it with Billy. Steve hates the thought of Billy getting dragged into hell like this, and he is going to do everything in his power to get that monster out of his boyfriend as soon as possible.
But first he has to get away from said boyfriend. Billy is keeping close watch of his every movement. They are at a standstill, but not one that Steve can win. With no way of getting away with the car, Steve does the only other thing he can.
He runs.
“Fuck you!” he says, as he runs in the opposite direction of Billy. He is a bit unsteady on his feet, as he is unable to use his tied up hands to keep his balance. He tries not to let it slow him down, but it is hard when any fall would result in guaranteed capture.
He needn’t have worried. Before he can run far, he is tackled from behind.
Falling forward, he would have smashed his face against the ground, if a clawed hand hadn’t caught him first. Pushing Steve down with a strength beyond what Billy has ever been capable of, there is no way for him to wiggle free.
That doesn’t stop him from cursing, yelling at Billy to let him go.
“Shh, don’t worry. We got you,” Billy shushes him. A hand moves to pet him, before lightly grasping Steve’s hair.
“Fuck you both, if you think I will just-”
“You don’t have to worry. This isn’t like the others or I wouldn’t have let it do it,” Billy keeps speaking uninterrupted. “But we still have to bring you back, so we can see you. So, let us make this easy for everyone.”
With those final words, the hand in Steve’s hair tightens their hold. Before Steve can shake them off, he is lifted up, right before he is pushed down harshly. He doesn’t even feel the ground before everything turns dark.
Steve feels himself being carried as he gradually opens his eyes. Billy has him hoisted on his shoulder, one arm around his waist. His hands still bound by the strange organic material.
Regaining his bearings, Steve finds them nowhere near his house. Wherever they are, the place seems abandoned and overgrown. He didn’t know what Billy did to make him lose consciousness, but it is quickly fading. Enough that Steve is immediately able to ask questions.
“Where are we?”
Billy doesn’t sound surprised by Steve being awake when he answers: “Don’t worry your pretty little head with that, Princess. It doesn’t really matter, we got you.” He pats Steve’s ass, like this is just another date and not an entire kidnapping.
“It matters to me, you dick!” Steve can’t swat Billy’s hands away, so he settles for smacking his back. “Since I don’t want to be here! And quit speaking in multiples, it’s creepy!”
Wide awake and alert, Steve is brought inside the only building in the area. Billy doesn’t get angry at his yelling, rather the scolding seems to succeed in making him appear guilty.
Not that it stops him from continuing his kidnapping. Steve might become more open for forgiveness, once his boyfriend stops listening to a monster from another dimension.
Speaking of monsters, Steve is finally brought to their destination, deep in the warehouse. As he sees what is contained inside, he can’t help but gasp.
“Billy, what the fuck?!” he screams, as he looks at the grotesque mass before him.
Tentacle-like appendages squirm around everywhere, dripping with oily slime. Just like the current state of Billy’s skin, dark veins crawl along its body, the same spikes protruding from the mass.
In the center of it all is the same flowerhead that haunts Steve’s nightmares. Spread open, it is impossible to miss row after row of razor sharp teeth.
Steve struggles to get out of Billy’s grip, every instinct in his body screaming at him to get away from the Mind Flayer. His struggles only grow as he suddenly hear the voice from the car speak:
“Our Mate! Let us hold him!”
“Nope, nope, nope!” Steve can only repeat in denial. He barely register the things words, just knowing he is not getting anywhere near-
To his absolute horror Billy steps closer. He tries to yell at him to stop, but Billy keeps moving until he is standing right under the Mind Flayer.
As tentacles reach for a horrified Steve, he can only quietly mumble: “Sorry Babe…” as he hands him over.
Steve is in hell. There is nothing else to describe the feeling as slimy tentacles circle around him, lifting him up from Billy’s shoulder. While he isn’t a fan of a possessed boyfriend, Billy is still much more preferable than what is currently holding him.
He is taken higher until he is facing the head. With tentacles around his waist and legs, and with his hands tied together, there is nothing Steve can do. He is completely at this thing's mercy, a thought that makes a chill run up his spine.
It suddenly moves its head closer, the petals that makes it face quivering, until it closes up. With no teeth in sight, it nudges its rugged skin against him.
Steve is not breathing. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been eaten yet, but he dares not move a muscle. The Mind Flayer takes its time to rub against him in different places, before it moves back and flaps its lips.
“Ahhhh. Even his smell is sweet. We will definitely keep The Pretty Boy as our Mate.” With those terrifying words, a tentacle reaches out to Steve. It entangles his hands for a moment, pulsating, before moving away. Once it is gone, Steve finds his hands free from his bindings.
“Don’t I get a say in this?!” He appreciates no longer being bound, but he can’t keep quiet about what he is hearing.
The Mind Flayer seems delighted hearing him speak. “Of course! The Pretty Boy’s opinion matters. We will take great care of you and make sure you will not be lacking. Our mate only deserve the very best and once we-”
“I don’t want to be your mate!” Steve yells, making the Mind Flayer turn silent. In the stillness, he continues. “I already have a boyfriend! And you possessed him, you fucker! Let Billy go!”
Working himself up, he grabs the tentacles holding him. They are firm, if slimy, under his hands. He would definitely get seriously hurt if he fell from this height, but blinded by anger, he struggles to get them off him.
The Mind Flayer tilts its head, as if it is confused Steve could ever be against the idea of becoming its mate. As he fights its tentacles, it can’t help entangle him further, to make sure he doesn’t fall.
“The Pretty Boy’s words make no sense. If already mated to one of us, then mated to all. We are the strongest in this realm, no other can provide like us.”
“Well, if my opinion matters at all, then I don’t consent to this!”
“Consent?”
The Mind Flayer suddenly looks down at Billy, who has stayed in the same spot, as if asking him to explain. Billy can do nothing, but shrug back at it.
“If he doesn’t consent, we can’t force him,” he says, all rational, like he isn’t talking to an interdimensional monster that has Steve caught in its tentacles.
For a moment, they just stare at each other, and Steve gets the feeling that they are communicating somehow. Whatever they are discussing, he hopes they reach a conclusion soon, as he has found a problem with one of the tentacles trying to sneak down his pants. This one he is somehow able to keep from moving further, but it makes him aware of how bare his Ahoy-uniform leaves him.
Steve swear to god, it was awkward enough to realise how gay sex worked. He is not mentally ready to find out what it is like between a human and Mind Flayer.
Suddenly the majority of tentacles release him. Even the one in his pants, though that one seems more reluctant. Whatever agreement they have reached seems to be in his benefit, as he is slowly lowered down to the ground again.
Billy is standing under to catch him in his arms once he gets down. The tentacles don’t give him his legs back until he is touching the dirty concrete flooring, so he ends up laying in Billy’s lap when they finally release him.
Steve is tired, hungry, frustrated and kind of wants to throw in the towel. So he doesn’t immediately punch Billy in the face, as he lays in his arms.
“This is a worse date than that time the kids almost caught us making out,” he says instead, voice flat.
“I still think it is better than the time I almost killed you?”
“Please don’t remind me of that. Why would you remind me of that?” putting his head in his hands, Steve regrets all his life decisions until now, including the one being born. He would bet unborn people don’t deal with this level of bullshit.
“Sorry.” Billy does sound genuine as he pets Steve’s hair. A suspicious sensation on his arm makes him suspect one of the tentacles is also trying to console him. “I did explain consent. We won’t do anything without your explicit permission.”
“Does that include letting me go and never bringing me here again,” Steve asks, though with no hope.
“Sorry babe, we can’t have you run back to the others. But we are working on a plan, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Yes, The Pretty Boy should not worry. Our goal may have changed, but our ways stay the same. Once we are at greater strength we will find a nest of your worth,” the Mind Flayer cuts in, sounding way too excited.
This is hell and bullshit and the stupidest situation ever. But with no way out, he can only endure this shitshow he finds himself in. So he asks for the one thing that will make this situation just a tiny bit better:
“Can you at least get me some other clothes?”