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Steve didn´t really think about it.

Well, he usually doesn´t think a lot before he does and says things but he was apparently completely brain dead when he decided to t-bone Billy´s Camaro in order to prevent him from hitting Nancy. The thought was admittedly chivalrous, in the ´not wanting the lady to get hit by a car´ kind of way but still.

Steve grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white and his heart pounding heavily against his chest while he is staring at the flames on Billy´s car.

“Are you okay?”, he asks Robin, who´s sitting next to him. It´s a stupid question because he can tell by the way she´s staring through the windscreen, her eyes popping and her mouth agape, that she is, in fact, not okay.

“Ask me tomorrow?”, she answers and Steve nods.

Robin opens the door and gets out of the car. Steve follows her. He looks over to Nancy and the kids, making sure that they´re okay. Max and Mike are walking towards him while supporting Eleven, who´s limping.

“Are you okay?”, Steve asks his stupid question once again and the kids nod, although they don´t look okay at all.

“We need to go back to the mall”, Mike says. “El needs to close the gate!”

Steve doesn´t question that.

“Alright, go then. I´ll distract Billy”, he says.

“Are you sure?”, Robin asks, worry in her voice.

“El needs all the extra time she can get.”

“Okay, but Steve, we need a safeword”, Robin suddenly says.

“A safeword?”, Steve asks and for a moment he´s confused because he has never used a safeword in...a situation that doesn´t involve...the bedroom?!?

“Yes. You know, in case something goes wrong.”

´Oh, that´s very reassuring´, Steve thinks.

“What should go wrong?”, he then says out loud.

“I don´t know. Maybe Billy beats you up again or forces you to tell him where El is.”

“Okay, first of all”, Steve says, making a ´time out´ gesture with his hands. “Billy never ´beat me up´, we were both fighting each other the way men just do it from time to time.”

Robin rolls her eyes.

“And secondly”, he continues, “what safeword?”

“Uhm what about…banana?”, Robin suggests.

“Banana?”

“Banana.”

Steve nods slowly. “Why banana?”

“Why not? It´s a word you probably wouldn´t use a lot otherwise, so we immediately know that you´re saying it because you need help.”

“Alright, so if I say the word ´banana´ then what?”, Steve asks again.

“Then we know that something is wrong. That Billy is near you or that you can´t talk right now because he´s listening or because he´s beating you up again.”

“He did not…”, Steve starts but Robin interrupts him.

“Are you okay with our safeword? Yes or no?”

“Yes, why not. Sounds good, I guess.” He shrugs.

“´Banana´”, Robin repeats. “Can you remember that, dingus?”

“Yes, I can. I´m not an idiot”, Steve says annoyed. “I just think of something long and thick next time I see Billy, no problem.”

Robin raises an eyebrow. “Just to be sure, the ´long and thick´ thing we´re talking about is the banana, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is!”, Steve says and blushes when he realizes what his sentence may have implied.

“Uh-huh.” Robin grins at him. “Then think about Billy´s long and thick ´banana´ when you see him, as long as you remember the safeword, I don´t care. But don´t do anything stupid”, she warns him before she turns around and follows the kids to the mall.

“I wasn´t talking about…!” Steve throws his hands up in frustration.

“And be careful!”, Robin yells before she pushes the button that closes the electric gate.

“Yeah whatever! Be careful too!”, Steve yells back while watching the electric gate close behind Robin and the kids.

He then turns around and looks at the car, he crashed a few minutes ago.

It is kind of sad seeing Billy´s Camaro destroyed like that. He remembers all the times he saw it driving towards Hawkins High, blasting rock music loudly through its open windows. He remembers the roaring sound of its engine that has always sent shivers down his spine.

Steve takes a deep breath and walks over to it.

And he knows that it isn´t smart.

He knows that he should run away, go back to the others or hide somewhere.

But, as mentioned before, Steve isn´t known for his intelligence, and he also doesn´t seem to have any common sense, so he carefully starts walking towards the crashed car.

Billy´s head is leaning against the driver´s door and he isn´t moving. His usually golden curls are dirty and sweaty now and there is blood on his forehead.

For a moment, Steve thinks, he is dead.

And then Billy suddenly moves his left arm and reaches for the door handle. Steve tumbles backwards when Billy opens the car door and falls outside.

The part of Steve that has been raised to be a gentleman, wants to help Billy get up but he doesn´t move.

´This isn´t Billy´, he thinks.

And he´s right. This isn´t Billy.

This hasn´t been Billy for a long time.

Not-Billy groans in pain while he is pushing himself off the ground. He looks up and his eyes meet Steve´s.

“Shit”, Steve cusses but before he can get his body out of its stare and start to run!, Not-Billy is back on his feet and grabs Steve´s wrist.

“Don´t run away from us, Steve”, the monster says with Billy´s voice.

Steve tries to free himself from his iron grip but it doesn´t work.

“Let me go!”, he yells and wants to punch Not-Billy with his free arm, but the monster catches it mid air without any real trouble.

“Don´t be like that, sweetheart”, Not-Billy says and the sweetness in his voice doesn´t go with the painfully tight grip around Steve´s fist. “You know that you can´t win against us. You couldn´t even win when it was only him, who was fighting you.”

´For fuck´s sake!´, Steve thinks. ´That was one time! Give me a break!´

And then he does something that he never thought he would ever do.

Because it is against an unwritten, unspoken rule among men.

He knows that it isn´t a very gentleman-like thing to do but Steve still rams his knee into Not-Billy´s balls. Not-Billy groans and immediately lets go off Steve.

Steve takes a few steps back and looks around to see if there is anything he can use as a weapon.

There isn´t.

“Why are male humans so proud of something, that is so weak and can be hurt so easily”, Not-Billy says while holding his crotch.

“Go back to the shit hole you came from!”, Steve yells at him and raises his fists to his face. 

He doesn´t know if he can win a fist fight against the monster and Billy but he can sure as hell try. Not-Billy just laughs.

“We don´t want to go back, Steve. We like it in your world and we want to stay.”

“Why? What is so great about Hawkins?”, Steve asks and it´s an honest question.

“Soon Hawkins will be ours”, Not-Billy says, completely ignoring Steve´s question.

He comes closer and closer, stepping all wide like a fucking cowboy. It makes Steve realize how broad Billy´s shoulders are, how strong he looks like this.

He tries to ignore the sudden heat in his cheeks.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

“Soon we´ll control everyone”, the monster continues talking in Billy´s beautiful voice.

Steve can´t keep his eyes off of him. He can see the muscles on Billy´s stomach twitch under his shirt while he´s walking towards him.

He wants to touch them.

Wait, what?!

“We´ll control the whole town.”

Steve steps backwards until his back is nearly hitting his own crashed car.

“We´ll even. Control. You.”

Not-Billy pushes him against the car behind him and Steve…moans.

He wants to die.

Right here and now.

He just wants to drop down dead and go to heaven and spend his afterlife as an angel sitting on clouds and looking down on those stupid people that moan when their possessed ex-bully pushes them against a car during a fight.

Not-Billy is silent for what feels like an eternity.

For a very short moment, Steve thinks that he may have seen the real Billy behind those cold, lifeless eyes.

For a moment, he sees genuine surprise but then it is gone as fast as it appeared and the monster is back.

In his head, Steve has already moved to Canada.

Maybe he can start a new life as ´Steven Tremblay´, a Canadian Middle school teacher. Maybe he can buy a house somewhere in the middle of a forest, where no one will ever find him.

Not even Dustin´s super-genius girlfriend could find him there.

And then Not-Billy´s gaze changes and he starts to smile.

It doesn´t look like Billy´s smile.

It is not playful, not flirtatious.

It is fake.

It´s like the monster is trying very hard to imitate Billy but it fails terribly.

“You like that?”, Not-Billy asks and tilts his head slightly to the side, just like Billy would.

As if to demonstrate what he means, he pushes Steve against the car again.

Steve doesn´t want to do it.

He begs his body to stay calm.

But it doesn´t listen to him.

It makes him moan again.

Steve´s entire face turns bright red, the embarrassment making his blood boil.

He wishes the car crash would have killed him.

Being dead is definitely better than whatever the hell this is.

Not-Billy steps closer and Steve expects a punch.

“You like being pushed around?”

Steve doesn´t know the answer to that question. Five minutes ago, he would have easily denied it. But that was before his body realized that Billy is unfairly and ridiculously hot.

But so what?!

There is more to a person than their physical appearance, right?!?

And Billy´s shitty personality makes him a lot more unattractive than he probably is.

Or so Steve thought.

“We asked you a question, princess.”

Not-Billy puts Steve´s chin between his fingers and tilts his head slightly up to make him look into his eyes, which shouldn´t be as hot as it is.

Steve nods timidly. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

´Shit, don´t make me say it! Just punch me in the face! Knock me out! Fuck me, for Christ´s sake!´, he whines in his head.

“Yes, I like it.” He can feel his cheeks go red.

What he hates most about the current situation, are not the black veins covering Billy´s body or the dried blood stains on his white shirt.

It is that Not-Billy talks exactly like the real Billy.

He sounds exactly like him.

But he isn´t him.

There is something off about his voice.

Just a tiny thing.

Steve can´t even say what it is but he knows that it is there.

“Is this what you want, Steve?”, Not-Billy asks.

´No´, Steve thinks.

This is not what he wants. He doesn´t even like Billy. He doesn´t know where all those unholy, amen!, thoughts are suddenly coming from.

Billy is a fucking asshole.

He was obsessed with him like a fucking stalker and bullied him for an entire school year. He treats his little sister like shit and he was terrible to the kids.

And back then in the Byers´ house, he nearly beat him to death.

And none of those things has prevented Steve´s mind to wander to Billy´s arms and his thighs and his tongue! whenever he´s touching himself.

“We can give this to you, Steve. If you give us Eleven, we give you this”, Not-Billy says and makes a vague gesture towards Billy´s body. He smiles friendly as if he was offering him a lollipop and not a fucking person like a wicked sex slave trader?!?

“We can make him do whatever you want”, he says and takes a step backwards to get a little distance between them, giving Steve a better view at Billy´s whole body.

Not-Billy grabs the white tank top, that is tucked into Billy´s jeans, with both hands before he pulls it over his head.

Steve stares at him in horror and then his eyes involuntarily drop down to Billy´s suddenly naked upper body. He wants to look away but it feels like a Herculean task to get his eyes away from Billy´s hard nipples.

´This is not what I want, is it?´, Steve thinks, letting his eyes travel down from Billy´s pecks to his abs.

Steve stares at the muscles on Billy´s stomach and feels the sudden urge to trail his tongue over them.

Before Steve realizes what he is doing, his fingertips are already touching Billy´s cold skin.

Why is his skin so cold?!

Billy´s skin has always been warm.

Even hot, really.

´But he likes it cold.´

A shudder runs down Steve´s spine when he remembers once again, that the man in front of him, is not Billy.

It is him.

The Mind Slayer.

Or Mind Sprayer?

Or Mind Layer?!??

Okay, Steve can´t remember what Dustin exactly called it but he is pretty sure that it is ´the Mind Slayer´.

Yes, ´Mind Slayer´ sounds right, because it is slaying minds, isn´t it?

That reminds Steve that the real Billy didn´t allow him to touch his body. The Mind Slayer gave him permission but not Billy, so Steve quickly withdraws his hand.

“This...” His voice breaks, so he has to start again. “This is not what I want?”, he says.

He tried to sound determined but it sounded more like a question. Because it actually is a question he´s asking himself right now.

Is this what he wants?

´No, not like this.´

“Are you sure about that?“, Not-Billy asks and grins down between Steve´s legs.

Steve doesn´t need to look down to know how tight his jeans are.

So tight, it almost hurts.

Steve hates his body for betraying him like that.

It is unfair.

Not-Billy´s face is so close to his, that he can barely breathe. He would just need to tilt his head a little forward and he would taste the blood on Billy´s lips.

Billy, who is so hot and broad and dangerous.

So fucking dangerous.

Steve loves it.

He loves the thrill of it.

He loves that he doesn´t know how this will end.

If he will even survive.

He loves that he doesn´t care at all.

Steve steps forward until his lips are only inches away from Not-Billy´s. He carefully stares into his ocean blue eyes, trying to find the real Billy somewhere behind all that darkness.

He has secretly thought about kissing Billy before. Only once or twice and he would rather get eaten by a demodog than tell anyone about that.

Steve stares at the long dark lashes framing Billy´s eyes like they are a fucking painting.

And then his gaze drops down to Billy´s lips. He wants to know if they are soft and warm or if they are as cold as the rest of his body. He wants to know if they taste like cigarettes or if the monster forgot that Billy is a chain-smoker.

Not-Billy moves his head slightly forward and lets their lips brush together. It is a faint touch, Steve can barely feel it and it drives him crazy.

He wants Billy to kiss him properly.

He thinks back to that one dream he had a few weeks ago. The one where he was in the shower with Billy, who was kissing him softly while his wet curls were tickling his face.

Steve can feel his heart beating in his throat. He doesn´t want to wait any longer. He leans in and finally closes the gap between them.

Not-Billy´s lips are cold as ice and Steve can´t tell what they taste like but it is something chemical. It is weird but despite all that, his lips are soft and they are Billy´s.

Steve closes his eyes and kisses him again and this time Not-Billy licks over Steve´s teeth, silently asking him to open his mouth.

And Steve does. Allows Not-Billy to slide his tongue between his teeth and into his mouth. Allows him to lick over his tongue and suck at it.

Steve carefully wraps his arms around Not-Billy´s neck. He doesn´t know what he´s allowed to do yet and he wants to slowly test the waters.

Not-Billy gently puts his arms around Steve´s waist and deepens their kiss.

Steve thinks that the real Billy wouldn´t kiss him like that.

He wouldn´t be this gentle. He thinks that the real Billy would use more tongue and teeth and he would probably grope Steve´s butt and grind against him.

And then a horrible thought suddenly pops into Steve´s mind.

Is this rape?

It is not like Billy is doing any of this on his own, right?? This...thing makes him do it.

Billy probably doesn´t want all that to happen! This is not right!

Not-Billy gently bites down on Steve´s neck, putting a hickey on his skin and Steve automatically tilts his head to the side to give him more access.

There is that tiny, bitter part deep inside of him, which thinks that Billy deserves it a little. He had nearly killed him after all.

´So he deserves to be raped?´, his consciousness asks the legitimate question.

Steve suddenly feels nauseous. He stops the kiss.

“I...I can´t”, he says and tries to push Not!-Billy away by putting his hands on his chest but god! Why does he have such a stone hard chest?!?

Steve cups Billy´s tits with both of his hands and brushes his thumb over the cold skin.

´This is wrong!´, the voice in his head yells at him and Steve quickly lets go of Billy.

“We know what you´re thinking, Steve, but you don´t have to worry about it. He wants this too. We know that he does. He´s still in here with us”, Not-Billy says and it makes Steve stare at him in surprise.

Billy is still in there!

“He wants this so bad, Steve. He wants you sooo desperately”, Not-Billy says and his voice sounds like it is making fun of Billy.

“Then let me talk to him”, Steve says.

“We can´t do this, princess, you have to trust us”, Not-Billy says and caresses Steve´s cheek gently.

´No!´, Steve thinks.

“N-no!”, he then shouts out loud and forcefully pushes Not-Billy away. “Let me talk to Billy!”

Does he even want to talk to Billy?

They didn´t exchange one single nice word in the one year they have known each other. Every conversation they had, ended with Steve being pushed to the ground or punched in the face or being humiliated in any other way.

Why should he care?

Not-Billy is talking softly to him.

Not-Billy doesn´t punch him in the face.

Not-Billy is treating him nicely.

Very nicely.

´Because he wants El!´, the rational part of his brain says. ´He uses you. He uses Billy.´

Billy is the biggest asshole Steve has ever met in his entire life but even he doesn´t deserve that.

Even he doesn´t deserve to be used like that.

“Please”, Steve then adds.

Not-Billy smiles softly at him and presses a quick, chaste kiss to Steve´s lips.

“Steve, we can´t…”

For a little second, Steve thinks that Not-Billy regrets that he has to deny him something.

And Steve can work with that.

He reaches forward, grabs Billy´s belt and pulls him closer. He then tilts his head to the side and puts on his best pout.

“I would feel a lot better if I could talk to Billy for a second. Only one tiny second, pretty please? That´s enough. I don´t want to talk to him for any longer anyways. I don´t even like him. I like you way better than him because you´re being nice to me.”

Not-Billy starts to smile. His smile is way too sweet. Way too fake.

Steve hates it.

“We can´t let you talk to him but we can prove to you that he wants this. It is still his body. These reactions are all his”, Not-Billy says and gently takes Steve´s hand in his before he puts it between his legs.

Steve´s eyes widen when he feels Billy´s erection through his jeans.

Maybe Billy does want this.

But a boner doesn´t always mean that someone´s in the mood.

He cringes when he thinks back to the time he got hard in the middle of Math class. It was one of the worst day of his entire life.

Steve quickly pulls his hand away. It feels wrong to touch Billy like that.

“Do we have a deal? We give you what you want and you give us what we want in return”, Not-Billy says and Steve sighs.

He wants to say ´no´ but what choice does he really have?! He knows that he needs to distract the monster, so that El can close that fucking gate.

“Okay”, he says and already regrets it.

He hopes that El will close the gate as soon as possible and that the monster will maybe, hopefully!, let go of Billy then.

´And then Billy will have to live with the memory of what I did to him´, Steve thinks and he feels like throwing up.

But he has to do it.

For the rest of the world!

´I´m sorry, Billy´, he thinks before he pulls Not-Billy in for a heated kiss.

He hopes that Billy is buried so deep inside of his own mind, that he won´t notice anything.

He hopes that Billy is in some kind of sleep or whatever.

Or that what Not-Billy had said was true and Billy really does want it.

That he really wants Steve.

And Steve tries to forget all those terrible things Billy did to him and the kids and probably many other people. All the times he was the number one asshole of Hawkins.

He tries to focus on Billy´s, admittedly very nice!, body that he can feel as his fingertips brush over his naked skin.

He tries to think of the things he saw in the shower after the basketball training and he tries to ignore the black veins, that are covering Billy´s perfect body.

He tries to ignore the lifeless blue eyes and the cold skin.

Not-Billy cups his face with his rough hands while he kisses him. Steve lets his hands travel back down to Billy´s belt. He needs something to hold onto because he feels like he will fall if he doesn´t.

Their kisses get sloppier while their growing bulges are rubbing against each other. Steve starts to unbuckle Not-Billy´s belt with shaking hands and pushes all those thoughts, that are telling him to stop, away.

He wants this.

He wants Billy.

Maybe he has wanted Billy for some time now.

Steve pushes Not-Billy´s jeans down his thick thighs. He slides his fingers past the waistband of Billy´s white boxer briefs and he feels Billy shudder at his touch.

He remembers what the monster said, ´This is still his body. These reactions are all his´.

No. This isn´t Billy.

It can´t be him. Billy wouldn´t react like that. Billy wouldn´t shudder at his touch.

Or would he?

“Do you want us to fuck you against the car?”, Not-Billy asks. “Do you want him to fuck you against the car?”

His words go straight to Steve´s cock, making it twitch in his little, ridiculous, blue shorts.

Steve nods because he doesn´t want to talk to the Mindslayer?, he just wants to get it over with.

He turns around and puts his hands on the hood of the car. He can´t look into Not-Billy´s dead eyes while they are having sex.

He just can´t do it.

Maybe if he can´t see him, if he can only feel his touch and hear his voice, maybe then he can pretend that this is the real Billy.

That this is happening because they are horny teenagers that can´t wait to fuck until they´re home, so they have to do it in an empty parking lot.

Not because Steve needs to keep the monster possessing Billy´s body busy, so a girl with superpowers can close the gate to fucking hell.

“Are you sure, you want it like this, big boy”, Not-Billy whispers in his ear.

´Pretty boy´, Steve thinks. ´He calls me pretty boy.´

But he doesn´t say anything. He simply nods.

Not-Billy gently puts his hands on his hips and presses a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Take them off”, he says and tugs at Steve´s blue shorts.

Steve hesitates at first because taking off his shorts, actually getting naked, will make the whole situation even more real.

He hesitates for a few seconds but then he takes them off. His heart starts pounding heavily against his rip cage.

´This is happening!! Holy shit, this is happening!´

“These too”, Not-Billy purrs and gently pulls Steve´s boxers down.

Steve steps out of them and slowly bends down over the hood of the car. He tries to stay calm and not to panic. He feels the coldness of the car against his cock and it makes him shiver but he doesn´t move.

Everything is happening way too fast and he knows that he can´t stop it now.

It is his job to distract the monster, so that El can close the gate.

And he wants this.

He wants Billy.

He hears Not-Billy pulling his jeans further down and then he feels his semi-hard cock against his ass through the thin fabric of Billy´s underwear.

“Fuck me.”

The words leave Steve´s lips before his brain can even realize what it is doing.

“You want us to fuck you nice and good, princess?”, Not-Billy asks, his deep voice sending shivers down Steve´s spine.

“Yes”, Steve admits quietly.

He does want this.

He doesn´t know for how long he has been wanting this but he is so fucking sure that he wants it right now.

He wants to feel Billy.

´This is not Billy!´, the voice in his head reminds him again.

´But it looks like him´, Steve thinks.

“We´re going to work you open first. We don´t want to hurt you.”

Steve nods.

He doesn´t know a lot about...this kind of sex. It is not like the teachers back in High school ever lost a word about sex between men but it makes sense that preparation will make it a lot less painful.

Oh shit, is this going to hurt a lot??

He regrets now that he has never fingered himself.

It´s not like he hasn´t thought about it before.

He has a couple of times. But he has never actually done it.

One night he was already on his stomach, his ass up, but then he felt so fucking pathetic that he immediately rolled onto his back again.

Steve feels pathetic right now too, bent over the crashed car, his lower body completely naked, waiting for Billy to fuck him.

But at this moment, he fucking loves it.

Steve gasps in surprise when he feels a spit-covered finger circling his hole. Billy´s finger is cold and Steve´s body tells him to get away from the coldness but he doesn´t move.

“Oh fuck...”, he mumbles.

He feels so vulnerable while presenting himself to Billy like that.

Billy, no! Not-Billy goes on with brushing over Steve´s hole but he never actually enters it and it drives Steve nearly to insanity.

He can already see the headline in front of him ´Young man from Hawkins loses mind due to lack of fingers in his ass´.

But before he can say something, Not-Billy pushes a finger past the ring of muscles and Steve goes rigid.

He can tell that his body doesn´t like to be enter like that.

It feels weird.

Not bad, but also not really good.

Not-Billy adds another finger, scissoring him for a bit until he pushes a third finger into him and Steve moans quietly.

It slowly starts to feel good and he, again, regrets that he didn´t finger himself before.

He tries to get his legs further apart for Billy, giving him more space while Billy slowly fucks in and out of him, filling the air with sloppy, dirty sounds that make the situation even filthier than it already is.

“We think, you´re ready now, aren´t you?”, Not-Billy says and pulls his fingers out of Steve with a sloppy ´plop´.

Steve just nods although he doesn´t agree.

He doesn´t think he´s ready for something bigger than three fingers yet and he also thinks that it is happening too fast.

Fifteen minutes ago, he didn´t even know if he really liked Billy and now he is spreading his legs for him in the empty parking lot of the mall like a cheap whore.

For a moment, he wants to stop but then he feels the tip of Billy´s cock at his entrance and he actually whimpers at that. Not-Billy has covered his cock in saliva, which Steve is very thankful for.

“We´re going to make you feel so good, Stevie”, Not-Billy says and Steve hates it.

Because it doesn´t sound like Billy.

´Stevie´ is not a nickname Billy has ever used on him.

He ignores it.

He also ignores the sudden realization that they´re not using a condom.

Not-Billy slowly pushes the tip of his cock into him and it hurts.

It hurts a lot.

Steve grits his teeth, trying to ignore the burning pain. He wants to relax to make it less painful but he can´t.

He just can´t.

The pain is all he can think of. He balls his hands to fists and digs his nails into his palms until he can feel blood.

But before Steve can yell at Not-Billy to stop, he pulls out.

Steve lets out a relieved sigh, thanks God for taking mercy on him, but then Not-Billy pushes in again, this time more than just the tip.

Tears start to well up in Steve´s eyes.

´He´s going to rip me apart!´, is the first thought that comes to his mind, followed by ´I´m going to die.´

How could anyone enjoy this?!

And then Billy pulls out once again and suddenly a wave of pleasure ripples through Steve, causing him to let out a surprised moan.

“See how good it feels, princess?”, Not-Billy asks. “You think, you can take the whole cock now?”

Steve shakes his head.

He really doesn´t think that he can.

“Oh, we think that you can”, Not-Billy says and before Steve can protest, the monster slams Billy´s entire cock inside of him.

Steve screams in pain and he can feel tears rolling down his cheeks. The burning stretch around his hole makes him feel like he is about to pass out.

He wants to yell at the monster, tell it to stop, for fuck´s sake, please stop, just stop!!

And then Not-Billy pulls half way out and thrusts back into him with one swift move.

It still hurts so fucking much but there is also a hint of pleasure.

And with his next thrust Not-Billy suddenly hits something inside of Steve, that makes him see stars.

“Fuck!”, he moans loudly.

He doesn´t know what the hell just happened but he wants it to happen again.

Not-Billy hits that sweet, sweet spot again and again and Steve thinks once more that he´s going to pass out but from pleasure this time.

Not-Billy grips Steve´s hips so tightly, that Steve is sure he will leave marks on his pale skin but he doesn´t care.

He wants Billy to mark him.

He wants to see what he did to him. He wants to wake up tomorrow and still feel his hands all over his body.

Every time Not-Billy fucks into him, Steve´s hipbones and thighs hit the car and he knows that they are going to hurt when he gets home but he doesn´t care, it just makes him groan louder.

The sound of smacking flesh mixed with Steve´s moans and Billy´s groans fills the air and makes heat pool low in Steve´s abdomen.

His brain is flooded with a mixture of intense pleasure, followed by terrible questions like,´What if the kids return? What if they see us like this? What if they see Billy pounding me against the fucking car?!´

Steve can´t hold his pathetic little moans back any more.

He shouldn´t want it.

He shouldn´t feel like this.

This is wrong!

Not-Billy slows down and Steve hears himself whine.

´Where did your dignity go?´, the proud part of his mind asks him reproachfully. But what that part of his mind doesn´t understand is, that Steve doesn´t need his dignity right now, he needs a cock making him feel full and good.

Steve pushes himself back onto Billy´s cock, desperately needing him to continue fucking him so, so good.

He needs more.

Moremoremore.

“Fuck me! Billy, please! Fuck me!”, he whines.

He feels so desperate, he could cry.

Not-Billy reaches forward and grabs a fistful of Steve´s hair. He tugs so hard that Steve´s head tilts back. Steve cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his mouth gaping and his cock twitching between his legs.

Not-Billy increases the pace of his thrusts against Steve´s prostate and Steve feels saliva running down the corner of his mouth. His legs are trembling and without Billy´s firm grip on his hips, he would have probably slid to his knees by now.

He isn´t able to form real words any more, all he can do is moan and whine while his skin heats up.

“Feels so fucking good, princess”, Not-Billy groans. “So fucking tight.”

He sounds so much like Billy.

So fucking much, Steve is nearly able to pretend that it is really him.

Not-Billy puts his hands back on Steve´s hips. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he gets closer, burying his entire length in Steve´s hole every time he slams into him.

Steve feels more warm tears running down his face because he feels so fucking full, so fucking amazing, holy fucking shit!

“Fuck, Billy!”, Steve cries, clenching around Billy´s cock while coming hot and hard all over the destroyed hood of the car.

Not-Billy follows only seconds later, filling Steve´s hole up with his cum.

Steve can feel the warm fluid deep inside of him and for some reason it is the best feeling in the world.

Because Billy did that to him.

Billy.

The thought makes his cock twitch again, which is slightly painful now that he already came.

Billy puts his hands on each side of Steve´s body on the car, panting heavily.

Steve´s mind is still in a state of bliss, so he is barely able to realize what is going on around him.

It doesn´t matter anyways.

He can still feel Billy´s cock inside of him and his hot breath on the back of his neck.

“Fuck. That was amazing, Stevie. We understand why humans like to do that so much now”, Billy says, reminding Steve that this is not really Billy.

That he had sex with some kind of monster that is possessing Billy´s body.

Not-Billy pulls out of him, making Steve feel a kind of emptiness, he never thought he would feel in his life.

“Now that we gave you what you wanted, it´s your turn to give us what we want”, he says, brushing his fingertips over the bruises on Steve´s hips.

´Shit!´

Steve needs more time.

El hasn´t closed the gate yet! He needs to buy her more time!

´Fuck fuck fuck!!´

Steve pushes himself off of the car and turns around, so he can look into Not-Billy´s eyes again.

His legs are so weak, he can barely stand.

He still takes a few steps closer to him until their chests are touching. He wraps his arms around Billy´s neck and twirls one of the curls on the back of his head around his index finger.

“Fuck me again”, he then says and forces himself to stare into those cold dead eyes. He doesn´t know if he can get hard again right now and his butt hurts like hell but he needs to distract the Mindslayer for a bit longer!!

“You want us to fuck you again?”

“Yeah, it is probably the only opportunity I will ever get to...do this, so I want to take advantage of the situation”, he explains and prays to God that the monster will believe him.

“What about this, Stevie? You tell Eleven to come to the parking lot and then we fuck you again?”

Steve gulps.

He doesn´t have any other choice, does he?

He pulls his boxers back on and nods.

“Okay. There is a walkie talkie on the backseat of the car. I could use it to call El”, he offers.

Not-Billy nods. “Sounds good to us.”

´Us´.

Steve hates that.

He takes a deep breath and walks towards the backseat of the car, Not-Billy close behind him. He feels something warm and sticky running down his thighs but he tries to ignore it.

He opens the backdoor and grabs the walkie talkie that is lying on the backseat. He presses the button down and starts talking.

“Hey, it´s Steve. Can someone hear me?”, he asks, trying to steady his voice. “Hello?”

“Steve?”, Robin´s voice answers on the other side of the line. “Are you okay?”

“I...I´m fine.” Steve blushes when Not-Billy wraps his arms around his waist from behind and rubs his bulge against Steve´s ass. “Is...is El with you?”

He tries his best to focus on Robin and not on the fact that he slept with the fucking Mindslayer!?!

No, Dustin didn´t call it the ´Mindslayer´, did he? It was something else…

“Yes, of course, El is with us. Are you sure you´re okay? Have you met Billy?”, Robin asks.

Not-Billy presses hot kisses on Steve´s neck and Steve leans into his touch.

“N-no, I haven´t”, he lies. “Tell Eleven to come to the parking lot.”

There is a short silence.

“W-what? Why? Steve, we´re close to the gate, we´re not turning around now!”

Not-Billy bites down on Steve´s skin and Steve hisses in pain.

“No!”, he yells. “You need to come to the parking lot! Everything is pretty bananas here, El has to come!”

There is another short silence during which Steve hopes that Robin remembers their safeword.

“Bananas?”, Robin repeats.

“Very bananas!”

“Alright, we´ll be there in about fifteen minutes, is that alright?”

“Uhm...” Steve turns his head to the side as if to ask Not-Billy if it is alright.

“That´s alright”, Not-Billy whispers in his ear before he starts sucking on his earlobe.

“That´s alright”, Steve repeats. “See you in a bit.” He puts the walkie talkie down and turns around, so he can look into Not-Billy´s eyes.

“She´s coming”, he says, although he knows that Not-Billy listened to their entire conversation.

“Good job, princess”, he says. “Now it´s our turn to give you what you want. You deserve it because you´ve been so good.”

Steve shivers at those words.

“Are you sure that you want us to fuck you again?”, Not-Billy asks, his voice full of fake concern.

No.

“Yes”, Steve says. He wraps his arms around Billy´s neck again and pulls him in for a kiss.

A kiss that is way too gentle, way too intimate for their situation.

“How do you want it, princess?”, Not-Billy asks while grabbing Steve´s butt.

“Hold me up and fuck me against the car.”

It surprised himself how quickly he was able to answer the question.

He didn´t even need to think much about it.

He has always loved Billy´s arms. How his biceps jump whenever he is flexing them, how strong they look.

He has always wondered if Billy is strong enough to hold him while fucking him against his car.

“You have thought about that before, haven´t you, sweetheart?”, Not-Billy asks and grins widely at him.

Steve blushes but he isn´t able to deny it.

Billy won´t believe him anyways.

“Yes, I have”, he admits. “You look so strong. I´ve always wondered if you could lift me up and carry me around for a few hours. I bet, you could.” He kisses him again.

He wanted to kiss him as gently as they did before but Not-Billy immediately shoves his tongue in his mouth.

Steve lets him lick over his teeth until Not-Billy interrupts the kiss and kisses down his neck instead.

“Take off your boxers, Stevie”, he whispers and Steve follows his order before he wraps his arms around Not-Billy again.

“Back in high school, I heard all those girls talking about you. I´ve always wondered if you kiss as good as they said you would. Always wondered if you fuck as good as they said”, Steve continues talking for absolutely not reason.

But he feels like talking about Billy.

He knows that Billy isn´t here right now.

That his body is being used by this fucking monster, so the least Steve can do, is remembering him, is talking about him.

He wants to feel close to Billy.

Not the monster that possesses his body.

Billy.

The real Billy.

“I thought about you while touching myself”, Steve says and ignores the heat in his cheeks. “Thought about us under the showers after basketball training. Thought about you lifting me up and fucking me against the wall while the rest of the team is still inside the changing room.”

Not-Billy bites down on his collar bone, drawing blood and then starts licking the tiny wound.

Steve moans.

“I thought about your smile”, he then suddenly says. He doesn´t know why. “I don´t mean that stupid smug grin you usually put on, I´m talking about the one time I saw you smile for real.”

Not-Billy sucks a hickey on his neck and Steve knows that he was barely listening to him. Why would he anyways?

Steve isn´t talking about him.

He is talking about Billy.

And he can´t stop.

“I only saw it once. When we won against the Vikings. Do you remember that? No one thought that we even had a chance.” Steve laughs and then he starts to feel tightness in his chest. That basketball game was only two months ago but it feels like an eternity.

Two months ago, when Billy had not been a victim of this fucking thing yet.

Two months ago, when Billy had been a huge asshole but he had been himself.

“You hit the game winning shot, remember? And you smiled so widely and so...honestly.”

Steve suddenly realizes that Not-Billy is not covering his neck in hickeys anymore.

His lips are still hovering over Steve´s skin but he isn´t really touching him anymore.

Steve turns his head slightly to the side, so he can look at Not-Billy.

“You...you remember that?”, a surprised and shy voice asks.

Steve stares at him.

It is Billy.

Holy fucking shit.

It´s Billy! Billy talks to him!! Billy!

“Yes!”, Steve nearly screams and then he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “I remember that. I think, it was the first time I saw you being actually happy. I liked seeing you like that.” He looks into Billy´s ocean blue eyes.

It is him. It´s him!!

There is no doubt that this is Billy.

His Billy.

“You did? After...after everything I did?”

“Yes. You were an asshole most of the time but even an asshole like you deserves to be happy from time to time”, Steve says and smiles at him.

Billy just stares at him.

His skin is still cold and there are still black veins covering his face but his eyes are real. They are glassy and filled with fear and regret but they are real.

They are his.

“After I saw your real smile at that game, I thought that I wanted to see you smile more often”, Steve continues. “I wanted to see you smile all the time, actually.”

Billy keeps staring at him, disbelief in his eyes.

“I...I don´t deserve this”, is all he says before the monster returns.

Steve´s smile falters.

Not-Billy starts to grin at him.

“We know that you´re lying to him, Stevie. We know that you actually hate him. He nearly beat you to death and you want him to suffer just like you did. That´s why you allowed us to use his body for your own pleasure. You don´t care about him and he knows that.”

Steve wants to protest but Not-Billy grabs the back of Steve´s thighs and picks him up like he weighs nothing at all.

Steve gasps in surprise and automatically wraps his legs around Billy´s waist. Not-Billy presses him against the car.

“We´re going to fuck you so good, you won´t be able to walk anymore, Stevie, and then we´ll kill Eleven and soon we´ll control the whole town.”

Not-Billy covers two fingers with a generous amount of spit before he reaches towards Steve´s already stretched hole and pushes them inside, making Steve cry out in surprise and pain. He is still overly sensitive from the fuck before which doesn´t prevent his cock from twitching in interest though.

“Are you ready to take our cock, princess?”, Not-Billy asks way too soon but Steve nods while closing his eyes.

He knows that there will be pain at first but then it will feel really good.

Like, reaaallly good, so he just needs to endure the first couple of thrusts until the pleasure will replace the pain.

Not-Billy slides inside of him with one quick thrust. The spit and the cum, that is still dripping down Steve´s hole, makes it easier for Not-Billy to fuck into him.

It doesn´t hurt as much as it did the first time and the feeling of Billy´s cock inside of him nearly lets him forget the pain.

Nearly.

It only takes three more thrusts until Billy hits that sweet spot again and Steve lets out a long moan. He buries his hands in Billy´s hair, desperately needing something to hold on to.

Another thrust against his prostate pushes all thoughts of doubt and guilt out of Steve´s mind and replaces them with pure pleasure.

“Fuck!”, Steve shouts and throws his head back. “I wanted you to fuck me like that after the basketball game we won! Wanted to make you feel so good! You deserved feeling this fucking good after you won the game for us!”

Not-Billy doesn´t react, just keeps rocking his hips.

Steve wants Billy back.

“W-wait”, he whimpers and pulls Not-Billy´s head slightly back, so that he can look into his eyes. “Kiss me?”

“Of course, sweetheart”, Not-Billy says with a smile and kisses him.

Steve imagines, it´s the real Billy.

He then cups his cheeks with his hands and interrupts their kiss.

“Look at me”, he whispers and Not-Billy looks at him. “You´re so beautiful", he says and he means it.

Fuck, he means it so much.

And Not-Billy´s eyes change.

Only for a second.

For a second, they grow softer, warmer and more human.

Steve knows that this is Billy.

The thrusts slow down and the grip around Steve´s thighs gets weaker.

“So fucking beautiful, Billy. And strong, fuck, you´re so strong, you´ve been holding me up for so long already!”, he gushes.

Billy looks at him, his eyes dropping down to Steve´s lips and Steve kisses him softly.

´Billy´s fighting for control!´, he thinks and he needs to help him. He thinks of when they made the monster leave Will´s body by reminding him of all the happy moments in his life.

He needs to remind Billy of those happy moments.

Maybe they can make the thing leave him.

Holy shit! What if they can make it leave Billy´s body??!

The sudden realization that there might be a tiny chance to get the real Billy back, makes Steve´s heart beat faster.

“I bet, you smiled a lot in California!”, he quickly continues. “I´d love to go to California one day. I...”,

Alright, it is maybe a little weird to talk about his secret dream while Billy is balls deep inside of him but he doesn´t think he will ever get an opportunity like that again. He needs to try.

“I always had this dream that I´d have this really...really big family. I´m talking like a full brood of Harringtons.”

Billy doesn´t move anymore but he also doesn´t pull out, so Steve just keeps talking.

“Like six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys. And every summer I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like a camper and just see the country. We´d end up in some beach side town in California, spend the weekend parked in the sand, learn how to surf or something.”

“You´d learn how to surf?”

Steve wants to cry because he is so fucking relieved when he hears Billy´s real voice. This is Billy! Steve knows that it is him.

“Yeah”, he says and tries to adjust himself in Billy´s arms, so he can look at him better. “Do you know how to surf?”

Billy looks at him for a while until he nods.

“Really? Did you...did you surf a lot?”

“I did”, Billy quietly answers. “I…I could teach you when you come to California with your six little nuggets.”

Steve is so relieved that he´s talking to the real Billy right now, that they are having such a normal conversation, that they are kind of making future plans right now, that he lets out a laugh.

“Yes! I bet, you´d be an amazing teacher. Quite strict probably but amazing”, he chuckles and then he smiles at Billy and Billy smiles back.

It´s just a tiny, weak smile but it is the best thing in the whole world.

Steve needs to make him stay.

He can´t let the Mindflayer!, Steve remembers the name now, come back, he needs to help Billy fight it.

For some reason, he is suddenly a hundred percent sure that they can fight it together. That they can actually win.

“Of course, I´d be strict, pretty boy. You need a firm hand after all”, Billy says and his smile grows bigger.

“I do”, Steve says and he feels the strong urge to kiss Billy but he doesn´t know if Billy wants that. Because, despite the fact that Billy is still inside of him, he isn´t sure if Billy wants to do anything with him, if Billy wants to have sex with him.

Maybe Billy doesn´t have enough control over his own body yet to pull out?

Maybe feeling his cock inside of Steve´s hole is living hell for him right now?!

“I´m sorry, Billy”, Steve quietly says. “For letting him use you like this.”

Billy doesn´t say anything at first.

“It´s not your fault”, he then says.

“It kind of is. If I...if I didn´t want you like that, then he wouldn´t have made you...do all of this.”

He can´t look into Billy´s eyes. He feels so guilty.

“It´s okay.”

“No, it isn´t. It really isn´t, Billy. I shouldn´t have let him use you like that, I...”

“Do you want…to stop?”, Billy suddenly interrupts him.

Steve stares at him in surprise.

“I...uhm I mean, I…”

He doesn´t know what to say. There are so many things, he wants to say but he can´t get them out.

“No”, he admits and then he shyly asks: “Do you?”

“I´m still hard”, Billy says and grins at him while pulling a few inches out and pushing back inside.

Steve moans and immediately blushes.

“Are you sure?”

Billy smiles and grabs Steve´s butt instead of his thighs. “I am, pretty boy.”

“Do you think you can fight it?”, Steve asks.

“Until I made you come? Yes.”

Steve rolls his eyes and laughs. “No! Can you fight it and get it out of your body for good?”

Billy sighs. “I don´t think so, Steve. But it´s okay, can we just enjoy the time we have left? I really want this. I´ve wanted this for a fucking long time.”

His words make Steve´s heart ache a little but he forces himself to smile again.

“Of course, we can”, he says softly. “We can do whatever you want.”

“This is fine. I want this.”

“Since when? Since when have you wanted me?”, Steve asks.

“Ever since I saw you walking down the corridor of Hawkins High for the first time with your little spoiled boy smile and those stupid perfect hair”, Billy says and grins at him.

Steve giggles. “My hair isn´t stupid.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “Are you sure that you want to do that, Steve? I don´t want you to fuck me just because you feel sorry for me. Or because I´m kind of already fucking you.”

“I literally let an inter-dimensional monster fuck me just because it looks like you.”

“Sounds like you were quite desperate to get into my pants”, Billy says with a grin.

Steve watches the blackness in his veins slowly retreat.

Yes! It´s working!

“I wouldn´t be that desperate, if you had just railed me before”, he replies with a shrug and Billy chuckles.

“Had I known that you wanted me to rail you, then I would have spend the entire school year fucking you in different places all around Hawkins, princess.”

Steve whines quietly at that.

“We still got so much time to fuck in different places all around Hawkins. Maybe we could start by fucking in the parking lot of the mall because we´re kind of already here, you know", he chuckles and Billy snorts.

“Sounds good to me”, he says but he is still not moving, so Steve whispers,”Fuck me, Billy.”

“Oh, I will, baby. I´m gonna fuck you so good”, Billy says and slowly starts moving his hips again.

Steve moans and wraps his arms around Billy´s neck again.

“Kiss me!”, he demands and Billy immediately kisses him hungrily.

Billy feels so perfect, as if he was made just to be inside of Steve.

Steve wants to feel him for the rest of his life. He thinks that maybe they can start again when the Mindflayer is finally gone.

Maybe they can get to know each other during lunch dates and movie nights.

Maybe they can forget everything that happened.

Maybe they can be something.

Maybe Billy will hold him and kiss him and fuck him more often now. Preferably every single day from now on until forever.

“Fuck, Steve, wanted this for so long”, Billy whispers in his ear and Steve kisses him.

He wants Billy to know that he´s here for him, that he wants this too.

“You feel so good, Billy, make me feel so good!”, he moans. 

He tries to keep his eyes open because he wants to look at Billy. He wants to make sure that he stays himself, that the monster is not coming back.

Also, Billy is way too beautiful to not be looked at.

“Wanna hear you scream my name, princess! Wanna make you mine!”, Billy growls while starting to slam harder into him.

Steve moans loudly and whiny and buries his nails in Billy´s skin, adding red scratch marks next to the black veins on his back.

He doesn´t care and neither does Billy.

Steve keeps repeating “Billy!” and “Fuck!”, over and over again, his voice getting more and more high pitched while Billy, the real! Billy, fucks into his used hole with brutal pace.

“Fuck! You´re so fucking pretty, princess! And you´re mine! You´re my princess!”, Billy groans in Steve´s ear.

Steve whimpers and nods eagerly.

He is Billy´s.

He is Billy´s princess.

He is so fucking close.

“Yes! Fuck, I´m yours, Billy! M´your princess!”, Steve screams and throws his head back against the car while coming all over his and Billy´s chests.

“You´re so hot, baby, so fucking pretty! Can I come inside of you, princess?”, Billy asks, his voice shaking.

Steve nods eagerly. “Yes! Fuck me! Please, Billy, fill me up, fuck!”, he moans, the thought of Billy filling him up, making him shiver.

“Steve, fuck, yes, Steve!”

Billy continues fucking into him and it only takes a few more thrusts until he comes inside of Steve´s hole.

They stay like that for a few moments, both of them panting heavily. Steve can feel Billy grow soft inside of him but he isn´t ready to let him go yet. He wraps his arms tighter around Billy´s neck, pressing their bodies together. Billy´s skin is still cold but Steve thinks that he can warm him up.

He´s going to take Billy home after everything has ended and he´s going to put him in a warm bubble bath until his skin is wrinkled but warm.

Maybe Billy will let him go into the bathtub with him, so he can hold him close to his chest while running his hands through his hair.

He wants to see all those black veins disappear from his body.

He wants to fix everything.

He knows that they can fix everything.

And then Steve realizes that he said all those things out loud because Billy stares at him with big eyes.

“I don´t deserve that, Steve”, he whispers. “The things I...I did, the things he...the things he made me do…”

A tear runs down his face and Steve quickly brushes it away with his thumb.

“It´s going to be okay”, he says and he hopes, that it´s the truth. “You just need to be strong now. You need to fight him. Fight him and then we can start over again. We can forget everything that happened, we simply start all over again. We´ll rent a camper and go to California together. We´ll leave this stupid town and never come back. We still got so much time to fix everything.”

It is stupid, Steve knows that.

He sounds like a naive little kid, that has no idea how the world works yet.

But it makes Billy smile weakly at him, so it is worth it.

“How much time do we have, pretty boy?”, Billy asks. He sounds tired.

Steve shrugs and laughs while tears start streaming down his face.

“Forever”, he simply says.

“Forever?”, Billy chuckles. “Sounds like a fucking long time.”

Steve can tell that he´s in pain.

He´s trying hard to fight the monster.

He´s trying so fucking hard but he´s about to lose.

“Just stay strong, okay? Eleven will close the gate and then the monster will disappear. It will disappear. The voices will disappear, I promise.”

Billy nods. He pulls out of him and carefully puts him down.

“I´m sorry for...for everything, really”, he says and it sounds like a goodbye.

“It´s okay”, Steve says and brushes his thumbs over Billy´s cheeks. “Everything´s going to be okay. We have forever to fix everything, Billy.”

Billy smiles at him.

“Forever”, he quietly repeats.

Steve watches as the blackness spreads in his veins again. He runs a finger through Billy´s hair and smiles softly at him.

“Forever”, he whispers and kisses his forehead one last time before he´s not holding Billy anymore but the monster.

An hour later, Steve holds Billy in his arms again.

Blood is running down his hands as he watches the light slowly disappear from Billy´s eyes. He can still feel Billy´s lips on his, he can still feel the touch of his hands on his skin.

And he screams at Billy´s lifeless body, tells him to stay, begs him to not leave him here.

But Billy is already gone.