An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Submissive Steve Harrington, Escort Service, Submissive Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Scent Marking, Self-Lubrication, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Lingerie, Feminization, Manhandling, Anal Fingering, Exhibitionism, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dominance, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex, Knotting, Come Inflation, Marking, Biting, POV Steve Harrington
Summary:
Steve left Hawkins where he always struggled with his status as an Omega. In New York, he makes a new life for himself when he joins an agency that partners him with older lonely Alphas for a price. Escorting one of his regulars to a business meeting changes everything.
Written for the 2024 Harringrove Love Fest 💖💖💖
For the 13th February prompt: Can't Buy Me Love
Peter held out his hand and Steve placed his hand demurely in it and walked with him into the restaurant. Peter had a business dinner that evening so Steve had opted for a nice navy suit, he knew in this industry it paid to look good so he always put a little money aside so that he had a few good outfits for work. He found a few good suits, some nice trousers or jeans with a good sweater or shirt and he was all set.
Peter wanted to make a good impression, he seemed calm and collected on the outside but he had been requesting Steve from the agency for the past two years and he knew the signs when he was nervous. He had been preoccupied the entire time they were together, had gotten Steve to triple-check their reservation at the restaurant and he could feel the slight clamminess to his hand. Steve squeezed his hand gently, Peter turned to him.
“You look very distinguished tonight.”
Peter smiled at him.
“Nobody’s going to be looking at me when I have such a beautiful Omega by my side.”
Steve smiled and averted his eyes, like a good little Omega. It had taken Steve a long time to learn how to act right. In Hawkins, he had never encountered another male Omega to his knowledge although it was more than likely that there were other people in his same position. When Steve had presented at fourteen his dad refused to accept it and in the end, had him placed on suppressants and scent blockers. All this achieved was Steve feeling shame and heated arguments among his parents.
He had managed to ignore his conflicting feelings around his status until he entered high school and everything changed. He fell in love, lost his best friend and gained a rival all in the same year. Everything had been fine when he was with Nancy but soon her dissatisfaction with their relationship became too hard to ignore, he felt inferior for the first time in his life. He didn’t know how to fix it, he had no one else who he could talk to, and his status was a closely guarded secret that only his parents and doctor knew.
When she finally left him for a Beta, he knew it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he was an Omega but he couldn’t help a small niggling feeling that there was something innate within him that she found wanting. This caused him to become more subdued while he waited until the end of high school. Old friends and new rivals made things difficult but he mostly just felt numb.
When he was finally finished with school the arguments between his parents became more explosive, their relationship more strained and he decided it would be best if he just left. He had decided on New York as it seemed like a good place to get lost and he had been right.
He’d only been there a few months when he met Maire, she was an Omega who worked for an agency. An agency that paired Alphas who were visiting for a short while with Omegas who needed money. It was a simple arrangement, at Maire’s agency they needed submissive obedient Omegas who were good at organisation and catering to an Alpha’s whims. Nothing sexual just small acts of kindness and company.
Steve had been sceptical at first but Maire promised him it was easy money and nothing untoward. She told him that it was all older widowed Alphas, they just wanted you to organise their trip, pour them a drink and treat them like the only person in the room.
“Trust me honey you would make so much money.”
Steve had laughed.
“Me?”
“Yes you're pretty, well-spoken, and dress well. If you can act all obedient and sweet you'd never have to do anything else.”
Steve had felt uneasy at first as he wasn't used to acting like an Omega. He had spent so much time pretending to be a Beta that it came more naturally to him. Even in Hawkins at the height of Hargrove’s strange one-sided rivalry, Steve had never acted submissive even as his instincts screamed at him. It took so much energy to act indifferent but he’d done it no matter how tired he was by the end of the day.
He tried to explain his situation to Maire but she was determined and in the end with her help, he perfected making himself seem obedient and sweet. Learned some basic cues so he could interpret what an Alpha wanted from him. He became frustrated easily in the beginning.
“Just listen to your instincts. Take everything easy and when in doubt just look down and make yourself small. Trust me they'll fill in the gaps.”
It took a little time but he eventually joined her agency and got booked right away. He’d been terrified but the Alpha was a widower called Maurice and he had put Steve at ease. When he was handed an envelope of money at the end of the night he couldn't believe it. Soon he had a small group of dedicated regulars, mostly lonely businessmen who wanted company and someone to care for them while they had to conduct business.
Ultimately he found himself enjoying the work, something was fulfilling about getting to take care of someone even for a short time. The most surprising thing for him was how warm he felt when they praised him. All it took was a soft brush of their fingers through his hair, a fleeting kiss and a whispered ‘good Omega’ and Steve melted inside. He came to crave it, going above and beyond with hope building until they finally gave him some. It felt like a piece of him had been missing for so long and now he'd finally found it and he never wanted to live without it again.
“I'm sorry that tonight is going to be all business but I need to make a good impression.”
“You always do. Don't worry about me, I'm here for you.”
Peter took a deep breath and turned to him with a smile. He leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“What would I do without you?”
Steve smiled back the praise making a warmth build in his chest. Peter scanned the hotel restaurant and spotted someone sitting over in the corner and led Steve in that direction. As they got closer to the table he could feel a weird sensation like he was being watched. He looked towards the table but the person sitting there was shrouded in shadow. Only the faint glow at the end of their cigarette showed someone was there. Peter gave his hand another squeeze when they reached the table and finally, there was enough light to illuminate the intense stare of Billy Hargrove.
Steve felt frozen to the spot, it felt like time had stood still but everything was different. Billy looked almost the same with a few small differences. His hair was cut short but still retained a wave, like it couldn’t be fully tamed, his earring seemed to be gone and in place of his unbuttoned shirt was a well-pressed suit. However, Steve realised that he wasn’t wearing a tie and his first few buttons were undone.
Peter awkwardly held his hand out but Billy didn’t even glance in his direction but he did give his hand a perfunctory shake.
“This is my companion Steve Harrington.”
Steve wanted the ground to swallow him whole. The last time he’d been face to face with Billy had been back in Hawkins fighting against all his instincts as Billy invaded his personal space with a smirk on his face and meanness on his tongue. Steve was a Beta then but now he was obviously an Omega.
Billy held his hand out to Steve and he leaned over slightly to place his hand in his. The heat of Billy’s skin was a slight shock but when he tried to move his hand to shake it Billy surprised him by taking his hand in a firm grip. He held eye contact with him as he brought Steve’s hand up to his lips placing a soft lingering kiss on the back. Billy’s lips were soft on his skin and Steve felt his face heat as he averted his eyes. He pulled his hand back as soon as Billy moved his lips and sat down followed by Peter who gave him another reassuring squeeze.
Throughout dinner conversation outside of business was kept light but Billy’s stare remained heavy. Steve couldn’t help squirming in his seat wishing the night was over already. He jumped when Peter placed his hand on his knee. He glanced at him and Peter gave him a soft smile and Steve felt his face heat as he smiled back. Peter was probably disappointed in him tonight, he was usually a much better companion than this. A nervous twist started in his stomach so he excused himself from the table and headed to the restrooms.
He was glad to find them empty so he ducked into a cubicle, closing the door and leaning against the wall. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He checked his watch and he'd been there for two hours. Hopefully, Peter would finalise his pitch while Steve was away and they could leave soon. A knock at the cubicle door made him jump.
“Let me in, Princess.”
Steve sighed. He hoped if he stayed quiet Billy would just leave.
“I know you’re in there. Wouldn’t want me to go back and tell Peter you were being a bad Omega would you?”
Steve groaned then pulled the door open a crack only for Billy to force his way in closing the door behind him.
“Are you always going to be an asshole Hargrove?”
Billy smirked.
“It’s working out pretty good for me so far.”
“What do you want?”
“Just wanted a few minutes of your time.”
“Well, I don’t have any time for you, sorry.”
He pushed away from the wall trying to move past Billy who surprised him by pushing back. He crowded him back against the wall using his bulk to pin him to the wall. Steve gasped as Billy leaned close, his lips close to his ear.
“Anyone’s for a price huh Princess?”
He pressed him further into the wall as Steve felt shame burn through him at Billy's insinuations. For some people, Omegas who worked for agencies like BARE were treated with contempt. It was seen by some as unsavoury like they were manipulating the poor Alphas by playing up to their Omegan nature for money.
“It's not like that.”
He shivered as he felt Billy's hot breath on his throat.
“No?”
Billy pressed himself even closer, his body was so solid and radiating so much heat that Steve started to sweat. One of Billy's hands wrapped around his hip, the other stroked over his neck.
“You're so pretty, Princess...I’m sure you're even prettier when you're on your knees, all obedient huh Sweetheart? Are you a good little Omega?”
Billy pressed down slightly on his bonding gland as he hissed in his ear and the combination of Billy's scent, heat and hissed faux praise with his fingers on his gland collided in his brain and became a pleasurable fog. He whined.
“I bet you'd be so good for me...wouldn't you Baby?”
Billy replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking over his gland as Steve squirmed under him.
“Steve?”
Peter’s tentative voice felt like ice-cold water being poured over his head. He pushed back at Billy who refused to move for a moment he pushed him back against the wall then to Steve’s chagrin he rubbed his face against his neck. Scent marking him. Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as pleasure thrummed under his skin. Then reality came rushing back and he shoved Billy hard catching him off guard and slipping out from under him.
“Still an asshole.”
He walked briskly towards the bar. The bartender came over with a welcoming smile.
“Hi, can I get a wet napkin, a wedge of lemon and two glasses of scotch please?”
The bartender nodded and then walked away to fill his order. Steve tapped his foot to dispel the nervous energy he could feel coursing through him. The bartender returned with everything he asked for.
“Thank you, can you charge it, Mr Peter Williams's room, it's 203.”
Steve scrubbed at his neck with the wet napkin everywhere he could still feel Billy's touch. Then he ran the lemon wedge over his skin until it felt cold and a little sticky. The bartender handed him a dry napkin, and Steve smiled.
“Thanks.”
It was a short fix but he hoped it would cover Billy's scent a little. He lifted the two drinks and walked back to the table where the two Alphas were deep in conversation. When they realised he was there they both stopped and stood until Steve was seated once more. He placed a drink in front of each with a smile. Peter took his hand under the table giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you, Steve, thoughtful as always.”
Steve smiled at him.
“Such an obedient little Omega you have Peter.”
Steve looked up sharply as Billy smirked at him, his eyes intense. Peter smiled at Steve.
“He's wonderful.”
Steve looked down demurely and the conversation between them resumed. The next hour was a mixture of business talk and Billy's eyes boring into him from across the table as Steve attempted to ignore him.
Steve accompanied Peter back to his hotel room. Peter went to his room to slip on his pyjamas while Steve poured him a nightcap. Peter pulled Steve onto his lap stroking over his hair as he sipped his drink.
“Thank you so much for tonight Steve. You were wonderful, I know Hargrove can be a little intimidating but I need his company on this deal.”
“I'm sure you made a great impression tonight.”
Peter wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle giving him a gentle squeeze.
“I feel so lucky that I met you. New York would never be the same without you. I'd be completely lost.”
Steve felt a warmth infused in Peter’s gentle touches and soft praise. He stayed with him until Peter had finished his drink, then he gave Steve a soft kiss on the cheek and handed him an envelope with his money for the night.
When he arrived home he had several missed messages from Margaret at the agency. Six which seemed a bit excessive but they were all about a client who wanted to book Steve for tomorrow but she knew he was still booked for Peter until tomorrow night. He sighed tonight had exhausted him, he'd just phone her tomorrow morning and remind her.
Margaret was very persistent on the phone the following morning and Steve was confused. It was a new client who had requested him specifically but Steve was still booked with Peter who would have paid for today.
“Don’t worry about Peter. I can send a replacement.”
“No, he had a stressful night last night and he’s one of my regulars. The new client doesn’t know me, just tell them I’m unavailable and send someone else.”
“Steve, this is a lot of money, think long and hard before you make a decision.”
There was a slight edge to her voice that Steve didn’t like. Margaret was a petite bubbly Beta who owned BARE; she had a reputation amongst the other Omegas as a motherly figure. They all believed she cared about them but Steve had grown up with John Harrington and he knew someone who was all business when he met them. They had had some clashes over the years but because he was such a good earner she generally relented. Steve had no intention of relenting now, reputation was everything in this business. He thought she knew that better than anyone else.
“Peter has me for today, if this other client wants me they’ll have to wait.”
“Steve…”
“I’m sorry Margaret I’m going to be late for breakfast with Peter.”
He heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. When she spoke it was with a forced jovial tone.
“Ok, Steve I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Steve wished her a good day and hung up the phone. He wasn’t meeting with Peter until lunchtime but he didn’t see the point in drawing that conversation out.
His lunch with Peter was quiet and sweet as usual. Peter let him pick the place they went and Steve took him to their usual place. They ate a light lunch and had coffee and Peter told him all about the deal and how it was going.
“Hargrove phoned me about an hour before you arrived.”
Steve felt a weird flutter in his stomach at the mention of Billy’s name. He shifted slightly in his seat before he forced a smile on his face.
“Good news I hope.”
“He asked some follow-up questions so that’s a good sign. He asked me about you too so you made a good impression.”
“About me?”
“Yeah, he complimented how obedient you were, and asked how we met.”
Steve felt his heart in his throat. He knew from last night that Billy knew he worked for an agency but why was he asking more questions? Peter chuckled.
“Don’t worry I only told him very basic information but you never know it could lead to good business for you.”
Peter nudged him gently.
“I saw the way he was looking at you, if I was a few decades younger it could have ended in a bloodbath. You’re a beautiful young Omega. Maybe you should try being a companion to someone your age.”
“I prefer Alphas like you, you’re respectful and understand my boundaries.”
Peter squeezed his knee.
“Younger Alphas can be a little reckless. I know I was at that age but once you find the right Omega, your Omega everything just clicks into place and you can’t even think about anyone else.”
Steve placed his hand on top of Peters, stroking softly. Peter had lost his Omega five years ago and when they’d first started their arrangement he would grow morose and distant. It had taken many visits before he spoke of them and Steve knew his heart was still healing. It may never heal properly but at least now he could look back without growing sad.
“One day it’ll be your turn and I know you’ll make some Alpha the happiest in the whole world.”
“I'm in no rush.”
Peter laughed.
“It’ll happen faster than you think.”
After lunch, he had walked Peter back to his hotel where he’d handed him another envelope and given him a quick kiss on the cheek. He had a plane to catch shortly after so Steve headed home. He had a long shower and decided that he’d maybe take a few days off. He hadn’t had a day off in months and he felt he needed a little time to recharge. He let his mind wander to the hotel restaurant, how hot and heavy Billy had felt on him, his tongue on his neck and his growl in his ear. A shaky moan escaped him as he felt his hole flutter around nothing.
Moving to New York hadn’t left much time for dating as he was working so hard. He hoped to be out of this business before he was thirty and able to live more or less independently on the profits he’d made. He needed to go and find a reputable person to help him make some wise stock decisions and he was sure he could at least triple his money.
Unfortunately working all the time didn’t leave him any time for anything else. For the longest time, he’d had to make do with his imagination and fingers but maybe if he went out he could find someone. Even if only for a night. He slowly stroked his fingers down over his skin warm from the shower and soft from his lotion. He danced them over his hips and caressed his inner thighs.
‘I’m sure you're even prettier when you're on your knees’
He licked over his lips as he felt the pleasure building under his skin, everywhere he touched coming alive as though someone was here with him. Their fingers were thicker than his, they felt like a hot brand against his skin and they treated his body like it was theirs.
‘I bet you'd be so good for me...wouldn't you Baby?’
He writhed on his bed, a whine on his lips as he felt slick run down his thigh and onto the tips of his fingers. He could feel hot breath on his trembling throat, a growl against his skin as those fingers tightened on his hips until it hurt.
His phone ringing shattered the moment and he groaned at its shrill noise. He glared at it as he tried to calm his heartbeat. He let the machine get it, not surprised when he heard Margaret's overly cheery voice. Seemed he wasn't getting tomorrow off after all.
The following day found him dressed in his best casual outfit, a soft Burgundy sweater and trousers with loafers. This way he was comfortable but he looked smart if they wanted to go out. Meeting a new client was always a little daunting as it was a new person for him to figure out and accommodate but he’d been doing this for long enough. Alphas weren't all that different. They just wanted someone to take care of them, to look at them with compassion and maybe a little awe. They wanted to know that Omegas could still be charmed by them, and would defer to them. Just having an obedient Omega nearby seemed to soothe something within them.
Margaret had been a little vague about this client which was unusual but apparently, they were paying a lot of money and had requested an afternoon. Her vagueness was so strange because usually, he got a full rundown on the client so he could better cater to their wants and needs. However, the selling point for this client was how much they were willing to spend. A life-changing amount of money. So he went to the hotel, got the elevator up to the fourth floor and headed to room 409. He knocked briskly on the door and gave himself a quick once over. The door swung open and the smile fell off his face as Billy Hargrove greeted him.
“Hello, Princess.”
“No.”
Steve started to turn to walk away when he felt Billy wrap his arms around his waist and pull him into the room. He kicked the door closed then walked him through the suite into the bedroom closing that door and pressing him back against it.
“Billy...this isn't…”
“How this usually goes? Oh, I know Sweetheart but things are going to be a little different this time.”
Billy moved back and walked over to the wardrobe pulling out a garment bag he turned back towards him.
“I got you a little surprise. Something for you to wear for me.”
“What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?”
Billy's face screwed up in that way that Steve was all too familiar with and he felt himself tense.
“I like things a little more traditional.”
“Traditional?”
“Yeah I got you a lovely traditional dress and I want you to put it on for me.”
Steve hadn't seen a traditional dress in decades and had never even dreamed of ever wearing one. He reflexively shook his head, the older Alphas had never had a problem with what he wore.
Billy threw the bag onto the bed and reached Steve in a few strides. He pressed him back up against the door, pressing his nose against his throat, his fingers wrapping around his hips. Steve let out a shaky breath as Billy settled fully on top of him. His fingers dug into his hips making his breath catch as he felt his hot breath on his throat as Billy leaned in close to him.
“I'm paying a lot of money for this experience Princess, you came so highly recommended it would be a shame if your rating dropped because you became difficult…”
Steve swallowed thickly. Your reputation within this business was everything, especially amongst his preferred clientele. Older experienced Alphas preferred meek obedient Omegas who could almost read their minds. Obedience was highly sought after and they never wanted anything else from you, their praise was glowing and sincere. They were also very generous.
Steve had heard some horror stories involving younger Alphas who hadn't learned how to control their aggressive tendencies yet. He looked up at Billy with wide eyes, he bit down softly on his bottom lip. Billy became transfixed on this mouth so he pulled his lip free licking over it gently with his tongue.
“Billy please be reasonable, I can change outfits if you'd like. I have a variety if you want a nice casual night in or even if we need to go to a fancy dinner…”
Billy's mouth hardened into a straight line.
“Is that what you do with them?”
He squeezed his hips hard causing Steve to whimper, how long had it been since he'd let anyone touch him properly? Off the clock and with a hint of hurt? He let out a shaky breath.
“Do you dress up in your little sweater and trousers for casual nights, a fancy little suit when they want to parade you about town as if you belonged to them…”
He pulled away to walk over and grab the clothing, brought it back and pushed it against Steve's chest. He reflexively placed his hand on top of it. It was cool to the touch, soft cotton. He looked down at it, soft pastel pink like something he imagined his mom probably wore when she was a young single Omega in the 60s. He hadn't seen anyone wear anything like this except in films from twenty or thirty years ago. He looked back at Billy, caught in the intensity in his eyes. He walked past him in a daze towards the hotel bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He hung the clothing on the back of the door and walked over to the sink. He turned on the cold water and leaned forward cupping his hands to capture it then splashing it on his heated skin.
Could he do this? Whatever this was. He should have asked Margaret more questions. Hawkins felt like it was so long ago but maybe to Billy it wasn't. Maybe he just wanted to humiliate him one last time before he went on with his hugely successful life, secure in the knowledge that he'd won. The only thing keeping him here was the money because that amount meant he didn't have to do this anymore. He could finally go and find someone who'd want to praise him just because they wanted to. There'd be nothing between them, no contracts, no rules, just whatever they wanted to be. He could finally build something real with someone.
There was a small nagging voice in the back of his mind that whispered harshly about a second reason. About how much he craved someone's touch. He wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. He stroked his cold damp hand over his hip, pressing down slightly on where Billy's fingers had been digging into him. His breath caught as he felt the little echo of pressure, just the right side of pain. How strong his fingers were. The fire in his eyes.
He had to take a shuddering breath, this was such a bad idea. He walked over to the clothes and pulled the short pastel pink Omega dress off the hanger. It had a boat neck and a flared skirt and he knew it would skim the middle of his thighs if he was lucky. He noticed on the hanger there was a small bag still attached. He pulled it open, his face flushing hotly at the contents inside. A pale pink garter belt, light peach silk stockings and a pair of panties that matched the fabric of the dress.
With shaking fingers he started to pull off his sweater, folding it carefully and placing it by the sink. Next, he pulled off his trousers, socks and underwear, placing them by his sweater. He stood for a moment wondering if he should put on the dress first or the underwear. He finally decided he'd try the panties first, if he couldn't wear them he couldn't wear any of them. He stepped into them and pulled them up his legs, up past his thighs and into place. Everything felt quite restrictive, the fabric was soft against his skin. He looked down, his face heating further as he saw just how form-fitting they were. He turned towards the mirror so that he could see the back, blushing so hard he thought he was going to pass out at how much they hugged his ass.
He walked over to collect the garter belt, he hadn't seen one of these in ages since another Omega he met in his early days of being in New York had worn one on a date. He remembered running his fingers over the suspenders and that the back was fastened like a bra. He struggled to do it up until he fastened it at the front and then with great difficulty twisted it around until it was the right way. He bit his lip at how it felt across his hips, tight-fitting like someone was squeezing him slightly. He ran his fingers down over the suspenders then sat down on the edge of the bath to pull on the stockings. Once they were in place he stood back up relishing in the strain he could feel in the suspenders as they held the stockings in place. He stroked over his bare thigh a soft moan escaping his lips.
He quickly pulled the dress over his head, fastening the zip at the back. He'd been right; it only came to the mid-thigh when he moved he could see the tops of his stockings. The soft peach was a little warmer than his pale skin accentuating the beauty marks that could be seen through the sheer fabric.
He took several deep breaths and then walked back into the main suite. Billy was sitting by his desk looking at some papers. His eyes somehow burned even hotter as he took Steve in and he beckoned him closer while licking over his teeth.
“You look beautiful, Princess. I want you to always wear a traditional dress around me.”
Steve couldn't help the little flutter he felt in his stomach at the way Billy's eyes couldn't stop roaming over him, how his praise sat heavy and sweet upon his skin like honey.
“You expect me to walk around New York dressed like this?”
Billy's eyes locked with his own, the fire was so hot he could feel the heat upon his skin.
“No Sweetheart, only here. Only I can see you like this.”
He walked over to Billy who spread his thighs and Steve sat down. He was used to sitting on his client's lap. Many Alphas liked it because you were close to them. Usually, they stroked his hair and discreetly scented him while they worked. Now and then they would lean over and whisper a little praise in his ear. It felt different this time as he felt so exposed, he could feel the cool air in the suite on his thighs. Billy's thighs felt so hot and solid beneath his flimsy underwear.
Billy wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him more securely against him. The little flared skirt bunched up around his waist causing him to squirm as he tried to fix it he only stopped when Billy placed his hot hand on his thigh.
“B...B-Billy...this isn't going to work…”
He shivered when he felt his breath on his throat, Billy's lips brushing against his skin.
“You're doing so good Sweetheart...I'm so proud of you for trying it out for me…”
Steve whimpered as the praise washed over him and he felt Billy's fingers tighten on his stomach.
“What do you need me to do?”
Billy groaned before his tongue darted out and licked a long stripe up Steve’s neck before his teeth closed around his ear. He bit down on it hard before he soothed it with his tongue and Steve squirmed at the little jolt of pain. One of Billy's hands slid from his middle down onto his thigh, his fingers hot like a brand as they dug into his sensitive flesh. Steve writhed back against him until he accidentally brushed himself back over Billy's hard cock. He gasped and Billy seized the opportunity to capture his lips in a desperate kiss.
Steve felt so overwhelmed this was not how he was expecting this afternoon to go. He knew he should pull back and remind Billy of their contract but he couldn't think straight. He felt Billy's fingers in the back of his hair, twisting the strands around his fingers before he pulled his head back. Steve whined as Billy kissed his way back down his throat.
“Such a good Omega, so good for me…”
Billy's hands ran back over his body before they wrapped back around his hips pulling him off Billy's lap and laying him face down on the desk. Steve tried to catch his breath when he felt Billy push the skirt up, his hand hot through the panties. Billy's fingers slipping under the edge of them made Steve shiver.
“Billy…”
Billy growled before Steve felt some pressure and then the sound of tearing as the panties fell away from him. The cool air on his heated skin made him squirm as he realised that he was wet. He heard Billy take a shuddering breath before he felt his fingers dig painfully into his thighs pulling them apart and making Steve whimper when he felt how exposed he was. Billy's fingers danced over his skin before he felt one pressing against his wet hole. Steve bit his lip, he hadn't been this desperate in so long and no one had ever touched him like this. Billy seemed to know exactly what he wanted and Steve couldn't help getting caught up in the sensations.
Billy pushed his finger inside and Steve whined at how good it felt as his body fluttered around it. His finger was so warm and thick, it filled him in a way that made his breath catch and his thighs shake.
“It doesn't take much for you to get wet does it, Princess?”
Steve wanted to slap the smug right out of his voice but the little hint of awe he could feel in there was making his head spin.
“So tight...did all those pathetic Alphas just set you on their lap and tell you what a good little Omega you were…”
“Y-yeah they understood how to read a contract…”
Billy leaned forward his woollen trousers brushing against the backs of Steve's thighs as he chuckled in his ear.
“Oh I'm quite adept at reading contracts, I just wanted to negotiate the terms of yours as I never agreed to them…”
A little shock shot through him.
“The a-agency…”
Billy slowly pressed in another finger making Steve pant as his body struggled to take both fingers at once.
“I showed them the amount I was willing to pay and they waived the contract. So we're in negotiations right now Princess...so far I think they're going very well…”
“I...I don't believe you.”
Billy pushed a little harder
“You don't believe me, well I can get Margaret on the phone right now.”
Steve felt cold when he heard dialling then a sweet voice, the young receptionist that he saw every six months when he called into the office. A young blonde Beta called Lisa, Steve could see her warm smile in his mind.
“Hello BARE, this is Lisa speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello, this is Mr Hargrove, can I talk to Margaret?”
“One moment Mr Hargrove, I'll see if she's available at the moment.”
“Billy, hang up right now.”
Billy pressed in further and Steve's entire body seized up as he brushed against something that made his head fog with pleasure. Billy licked over his throat, smiling against his skin.
“Is that it? Princess right there…”
Steve writhed as he pressed against it.
“Don't get disobedient on me now sweetheart, you wouldn’t want me to tell Margaret you were being a bad Omega would you?”
Lisa’s sweet voice echoed from the speaker.
“Putting you through now Mr Hargrove.”
Margaret’s voice came from the speaker, she sounded different to how she usually did to Steve, less severe and more friendly.
“Billy, I hope everything is well.”
“Yes Margaret I have Steve here and I just wanted you to relay to him the contract negotiations.”
Billy pressed in and Steve bit down hard on his lip to stifle his moan.
“Steve? I'm sorry we didn't get to discuss this beforehand but Mr Hargrove is paying a lot of money for your time and knowing your circumstances I thought you would be grateful…”
Steve felt so frustrated as he realised that the agency that he had been with for the past several years that was supposed to take a percentage of his fee so that his interests were looked after had just sold him out. He was so angry, just because Billy came along with an amount of money they couldn't refuse. Billy seemed to realise that he wasn’t paying attention anymore so he pressed up against the spot inside making Steve whine.
Margaret’s voice faltered for a moment, humiliation burned through him but it didn’t dampen his pleasure. Billy leaned over and hung up the phone before he leaned back in to kiss across his throat as he continued to drive him mad with his fingers. Steve writhed under him as he felt his body clamp down hard on his fingers, his thighs shaking as Billy cooed softly in his ear before he sunk his teeth into his throat and Steve gave fully into his pleasure.
“Good boy.”
He shivered at Billy’s words as he slowly pulled his fingers free and stroked them over his skin, spreading his slick over his trembling thighs. He tried to calm himself down, he knew as soon as he was free he going to demand his money and quit the agency.
All thought left his mind when he felt Billy's fingers pulling him open, the cool air letting him feel how wet and loose Billy had made him. Billy pressed his fingers back inside and Steve whined at the stretch. He heard Billy fumbling with his clothing and then groaning as he heard the slick sound of flesh on flesh behind him before Billy’s hard cock was pressed up against him. He shivered as Billy replaced his fingers with his cock and started a slow maddening rhythm. He felt like he couldn't breathe as he was filled before choking on air when Billy’s cock pressed up against his prostate. He could feel Billy’s fingers digging into his hips so hard they ached as he snapped his hips forward.
“You're such a good little Omega...my perfect good little Omega...so tight for me...so good Princess...all mine...so good…”
Steve squirmed at the pleasure that was making his mind go blank when he felt Billy’s knot forming and he subconsciously spread his legs wider. When he started to push it inside Steve felt pleasure molten in his lower stomach as Billy leaned down to suck on the sensitive skin of his throat.
“That's it...such a good Omega...you're taking it all so well…”
He cried out as his body fluttered desperately around him as it tried to take the knot. He felt Billy’s hands pressing his hips down causing his back to arch as it finally slid inside locking them together. Steve’s body clamped down hard as pleasure coursed through him and he came with colours flashing behind his eyes.
Billy placed a lingering kiss on the back of his neck before he wrapped his hands around his hips and pulled Steve up onto his chest. He turned him around and then walked them over to Billy's office chair. He sat down and pulled Steve back onto his lap so that he was straddling him then captured his lips in a ravenous kiss. His mind faded away as Billy placed stinging kisses across his throat and whispered heated praise into his skin. He shivered feeling Billy throbbing inside him as his stomach became swollen. There was a part of him who wanted this afternoon to last. To relish this time when he got to fully embrace his status. He’d spent so much time fighting against it and learning a pale imitation that it felt so good to just let pleasure cloud his mind.
There was a secret thrill in knowing that he could drive an Alpha to these lengths. That someone like Billy was so desperate to have him that he'd orchestrated this whole thing and probably paid Margaret an extortionate amount of money. He thought about the sweet older Alphas with Peter’s words echoing in his mind.
‘...once you find the right Omega, your Omega everything just clicks into place and you can’t even think about anyone else.’
He tried to shake it from his mind. He knew it was just the old romantic in him desperate for someone who wanted him. Just him.
Billy’s arms wrapped tightly around him pulling him more securely onto his chest. Steve shivered at the feeling of Billy’s stubble rubbing against the side of his throat as he scent-marked him.
“Mine…”
He surprised himself with how much he wanted that to be true. He placed his hand on top of Billy’s hand. He was surprised when he intertwined their fingers. He leaned fully back. His mind felt sluggish but he knew he was done with the agency. It was time he figured out what he wanted. A small voice told him there wasn't anything to figure out. He squeezed Billy’s hand and received a soft kiss in return.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Original Characters, Steve Harrington's Parents
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Inspired By Molly's Game, Gambling, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Mob Boss Billy Hargrove, Rich Steve Harrington, Humiliation, Debt, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Contracts, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Violence, Anal Fingering, Spanking, Biting, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Butt Plugs, Bunny Steve Harrington, Exhibitionism, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Semi-Public Sex, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, POV Steve Harrington
Summary:
Steve had always been good at poker so it seemed like a no-brainer to join an exclusive game to earn a little extra money. Everything was working out until he had to take a loan from Billy Hargrove.
Billy always collects on his debts.
Written for the 2024 Harringrove Love Fest 💖💖💖
For the 12th February prompt: What's Love Got To Do With It
The door closed behind him with an audible click. All the men seated around the long table that took up most of the room turned in his direction causing his face to heat with humiliation. Billy's gravelly voice rang out through the room.
"C'mere Bunny."
He looked up and saw him patting his thigh and Steve wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground as the men averted their eyes. Bunny. He hated that word with every fibre of his being especially when said in that mocking way that Billy said it. He used to be able to ignore it with a quick rolling of his eyes and an acknowledgement in his direction. Even if Billy made his blood boil he knew better than to cross him. No one crossed Billy and lived to tell the tale. He hadn't needed anything from him then but unfortunately for Steve that would all change.
Ryan had talked him into joining a private poker game where he had won big the previous night. It was very exclusive and run by a woman called Betty who took no shit from anyone. Ryan had told him that she had been a former showgirl who had built a reputation for having the best poker game in town but it was invite only. Steve had laughed and asked how Ryan had gotten in.
He couldn't remember if he'd gotten a good answer or if he was too excited by the prospect of finally having enough money that he didn't need his dad's help anymore. No more uncomfortable family dinners with his dad's knowing look and tight-lipped smiles. His mom's pity as she gives him a little extra from her purse. He would finally be independent.
He still had to convince Betty a little but once Ryan told her whose son he was she readily let him in. He resented that he needed his dad's name to get in the door but he'd take it. His grandfather had taught him everything there was to know about the game of poker. When Steve had been a small child he had spent many afternoons perched on his knee watching him shuffle the cards and show him all the different hands. He had kept playing it through his teenage years and now into his twenties. He wasn't going to be a pro player but he was good enough to win even against seasoned players and he knew this was a good opportunity.
He saved as much from his allowance as he could so that he could start strong for his first game. He'd decided to dress well but casually so he didn't look too eager but like he had the funds to be there. He'd chosen a dark green cashmere sweater his mom had bought him on her last holiday to France paired with smart black jeans and loafers. He knew poker was part skill and part psychology and he wanted to look the part but not seem like a threat.
He had arrived with Ryan who had shown up to his apartment a little earlier than Steve had been expecting. Once there he was eager to leave again so they arrived early to the game. Betty only hosted games once a month so they were always a big deal. They were held in a fancy hotel suite where they continued until they finished. He'd heard rumours of them going for close to a week.
Even though they'd been early there were already several other people there. The room was fancy but understated with soft music, pretty girls walking around offering drinks and snacks and a thick layer of smoke filling the room. In the centre was the poker table with a space for everyone. The dealer was a tall redhead with sharp green eyes who was double-checking the deck. Most people were spread out across the suite having a drink and engaging the women in conversation with a few exceptions.
Mike Murray was a well-known character on the poker scene. At one stage it had been believed that he would go pro and move to Vegas but a string of bad luck had ruined his chances. He was still seen as an exceptional player and a lot of people wanted to play against him especially if they won. He was sitting in the middle of the table shuffling his chips and taking long sips of his drink. Steve thought he looked a little nervous but he knew he was a hard nut to crack.
At the far end of the table sat Billy Hargrove. He was wearing a well-cut dark blue suit. His hair was styled to perfection and he was surrounded by three women as he smoked nonchalantly on his cigarette. With the lighting and the positioning of everyone to Steve, they looked like they were on a fashion shoot more than a game of poker but he knew better. Billy was well known. He had a mythology of all his own of a young tough kid who'd worked his way up through the mob to finally be the head of it.
A true rags-to-riches Cinderella story only this Cinderella wasn't afraid to fight dirty. Everyone knew who Billy was and no one wanted to be on his bad side, least of all Steve. He had a moment of panic. He couldn't believe that Billy would attend a game that he didn't intend on winning. He'd just lost all his money for that month and he hadn't even touched a card.
A short time later the room was full of other poker players ready to start and Betty announced it was time. She went over the rules for the evening and Steve noticed her subtle motion with her glass to Billy. He sighed softly as he picked up his cards. He hoped he could at least walk away with as much as he'd arrived with. The night was slow to get started. Most of the players here knew one another and had played together often.
As the night wore on he became a little too relaxed. Many of the girls who worked with Betty were incredibly beautiful and flirtatious. He knew it was part of the psychology to keep everyone happy and in the game longer. Knowing it and being resistant were two different things. Steve was a sucker for a little attention and flattery.
So he soon became distracted by Bunny. She was a petite blonde with grey-blue eyes and a beautiful smile. He'd heard her nickname was from being featured in Playboy and he believed it. He jokingly asked her what issue she was in and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"I'll tell you if you win this hand."
Steve had laughed and winked at her. He was enjoying her company when someone clearing their throat made him look up. Everyone was looking at him expectantly. He quickly looked round the table with his confusion growing when Billy's voice rang out.
"If you're finished with your pathetic attempts at flirting it's your turn Bunny Boy."
Steve's face flushed with shame as he realised that it was indeed his turn. He probably looked like a complete amateur. He quickly took his turn distracted by the intense way Billy watched him. He didn't win that hand and when he returned the following month Bunny was nowhere to be seen.
However, Steve had acquired a new nickname from Billy who only referred to him as Bunny from then on. He would grit his teeth and not react unfavourably towards it even if he saw other players discreetly cover their mouths to laugh. A little humiliation was better than being on Billy's bad side.
He never got distracted by another girl again but not because of his restraint. They would happily offer him drinks or snacks but they never lingered at his side. He felt it was punishment for getting Bunny fired but that had never been his intention. He'd tried to talk to Betty and explain but she just brushed him off.
For several months he played well and usually left with a little more than he'd come with or at least broke even. He enjoyed his time there except for Billy's nickname for him. He felt he had the other player's respect and when he had a little extra cash it felt good like he'd earned it himself. Yet so far it wasn't the kind of money he could live off on his own but he didn't want to lose his place at the table.
Soon it was approaching summer and he knew he'd have to go with his parents to Europe so he wouldn't be around for a couple of months. He waited until the game was over to approach Betty. She seemed reluctant to let him remain if he couldn't commit to being there every month.
"I would need one of the high rollers to secure your place."
"Secure my place?"
"They'd have to buy your seat until you return."
Steve felt all the blood drain out of his face. How would he convince someone to put up that amount of money but if he didn't go with his parents he knew his dad would punish him by taking away his allowance. It was a lose-lose situation.
"Is there no other way?"
Betty smiled apologetically at him.
"Sorry kid everyone has to buy in to stay in."
Steve spent the next month desperately trying to figure out who would help. He knew some of the high rollers could cover him but why would they want to? He wasn't enough of a challenge for the really serious players and he didn't lose enough for the ones who only wanted to win. He was so stressed out he almost decided to quit before he even attended but Ryan turned up on cue to talk him into going. When they arrived Betty had a strange look on her face.
"Steve Mr Hargrove wants to see you in the back room."
"Why?"
She shrugged and turned to Ryan bringing him over for a drink. He took a deep breath and walked to the back of the suite. The door was closed and rapped his knuckles against the painted wood and waited. A moment later he heard a muffled 'come in.' He opened the door and expected to see the room filled with people but the only occupant was Billy in his usual well-cut suit. He smiled at him.
"Hello Bunny, c'mon in and make yourself comfortable."
Steve's heart was hammering against his ribcage as he walked into the room. The last thing he had wanted was to end up on Billy's radar. It could only mean bad things. He stumbled over to the chair sitting in front of Billy and fell into it.
"I'll just cut to the chase Betty told me you needed someone to buy your chair for a few months…"
"No…I…"
"I'll do it."
Shock shot through him making his eyes widen and his mouth gape. He did want the chance to still play but owing Billy anything seemed like a bad idea. He just needed a way to tactfully decline.
"I'm going to ask my dad for the money before we leave."
A small smile spread across Billy's face.
"Do you think he'll give you that much money?"
Steve shrugged.
"Why do you play if you can just crack open your daddy's wallet at the drop of a hat?"
"I enjoy it."
"But you want to win too, right?"
Steve nodded. He didn't see any point in lying as everyone who played wanted to win.
"We could come to an arrangement. Something manageable for you."
"What do you get out of it?"
"Nothing much just a small favour until your debt is paid."
"What kind of favour?"
The smile grew wider.
"Nothing too painful. You might even enjoy it."
"I'm going to ask my dad. I think it's better not to mix business and pleasure."
Billy's eyes were intense but playful as he laughed.
"My offer still stands, Bunny."
That night he seemed to play even better than he had previously. He went home with double the money he arrived with. It made him even more determined to stay in the game. He had a conundrum now. He knew his dad wouldn't approve of his gambling he had never taken to poker the same way Steve had. After his conversation with Billy he couldn't approach any of the other high rollers and hints that he might skip their vacation were met with blank stares and veiled threats about less money from his dad. He knew he only wanted him there because his dad liked to go out drinking with his business partners and his mom hated being alone so Steve was brought along to be her company. He normally didn't mind as it was a free holiday but he had reasons for skipping this time.
It was his last poker game before he flew off to Europe in a few days and Steve had a knot the size of a lemon in the pit of his stomach. He nervously approached the back room as he knew Billy was in there. He gave the door a few loud raps and waited. It didn't take long for him to be called inside. Billy was smoking a cigarette and sitting behind the large desk at one end of the room. He smiled up at Steve.
"Hello, Bunny."
"Mr Hargrove I don't want to take up too much of your time…"
"But you need me to buy your seat for the next two months."
Steve nodded. Billy pulled open a drawer and produced a contract. He waved a pen in the air.
"I'll need you to sign all three copies for me Princess."
Steve swallowed thickly and walked up to the desk. He lifted the first copy close to his face and started to read it.
"If we had more time I would have strongly recommended that you had a lawyer go over it for you but I have to fly over to California on business tonight straight after the game."
"What do I have to do?"
"You agree to be my bunny until it's all paid back."
"Your bunny?"
"Just a little joke you'll run some errands, join me in meetings if I need anything that kind of thing."
"Nothing illegal."
"Not that I'm aware of."
"It's just my dad would cut me off if I sullied the family name."
"Don't worry your pretty little head Bunny, I'll take good care of you."
Steve sighed. He knew it was foolish to do this without checking everything out but due to his own reluctance, he'd run out of time. He signed all three copies under Billy's intense gaze.
His holiday in Europe was equal parts frustrating and relaxing. He preferred it when it was just him and his mom. Then on the last day, his dad decided to drop a bombshell in his lap.
"I'm cutting your allowance."
"What? Why?"
"Steve, you're no longer a child, it's time you made your own money. If you want I have a position for you at one of the factories. It's in administration and well within your capabilities."
"Dad no, I have some debts, nothing too serious but I can't walk away."
"How much?"
Steve's heart sank at his tone of voice. This conversation wasn't going to end well.
"A few hundred thousand but I can win it back in no time."
"You're gambling again? I thought we'd talked about this."
"Dad it's not gambling ok well not in the way you think it's more of an exclusive game not many people can get in."
"So now you're getting scammed on top of gambling. You can pay back your debts with your job. You start in two weeks."
His dad didn't wait for his reply; he just walked from the room. His face felt hot and his throat itched at the back like something hard and scratchy was caught in it. The return journey was uncomfortable and long. He needed a day to catch up on his sleep but then he knew he had to face Billy.
He had been given a business card when he signed the contract so he called up and was told Billy was too busy to see anyone. He tried not to scream and told her his name and it was very important. He was placed on hold and to his surprise was given an address and told to be there in an hour.
He arrived at a large house out in the suburbs with a well-maintained garden. It looked like the house he'd grown up in back in Hawkins. The kind of place a rich family would live. Inside he only found members of Billy's gang. Some of them were older with an air of sophistication but most of them looked like rabid dogs itching for something to bite.
A young woman with long wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes found him and led him upstairs. Billy was on the phone but he motioned him into a side room. It reminded him of the backroom in the suite, only a little more opulent. It seemed as though it was getting some work done as it only consisted of a large desk but there were dents in the carpet indicating chairs that were missing. He leaned against the desk and waited.
A short while later Billy walked through the door and closed it tightly behind him. He studied Steve closely for a moment.
"Working on your tan Bunny?"
"Yeah, I spent quite a bit of time in the sun."
Billy's eyes lingered around where his jeans met his stomach.
"Got any tan lines?"
Steve's face flushed.
"Yeah a few but it'll fade soon I don't keep a tan for long."
Billy licked over his teeth.
"So you want to see me about something urgent."
"Yeah, it looks like I won't be able to play anymore."
Billy raised an eyebrow.
"My dad, he's given me a job."
"And you just do what he tells you?"
Steve licked his lips nervously. He hated discussing his family situation with anyone even close friends.
"Well, he has all the money."
"So you'd do anything for money?"
"No, but he's my dad and he funded my lifestyle to this point so…"
Billy advanced towards him and the strange intensity in his eyes made Steve move back a little more onto the desk.
"So I just want to know how much I owe you."
"Why?"
"To pay you back."
"You think you're going to be able to do that in one go?"
Steve nodded.
"You know who my dad is…"
"Bunny if Daddy was willing to foot the bill you wouldn't have come to me begging oh so prettily for funds."
"I didn't, you offered to buy my seat."
"I saw an opportunity and I took it."
Anger burned through him. He hadn't needed Billy's help.
"I'm not a charity case."
"Oh Bunny, did you think you got in the door because of who your daddy is?"
Billy laughed as he advanced on him until Steve was practically sitting on the desk behind him. He brought his hand up to stroke over Steve's face. His eyes were intense and Steve felt all his confidence from before wither and die in his chest.
"I wanted you there and what I want I get."
Steve unconsciously shook his head. No, he'd had to convince Betty he remembered and in the end, it had been Ryan who talked her into letting him in. Billy's thumb ran over his lips.
"I know your daddy's rich but Princess he hasn't got half the money or influence I have…not to mention all the favours people owe me…"
Billy smirked before he leaned in closer. His lips brushed against Steve's as he talked.
"I saw you at the casino around a month before the poker game. You were there with your friend Ryan and I saw how much you enjoyed playing and how good you were but Ryan. Well, he wasn't quite as good and soon he owed me so much money it was easy to get you to a game. You see this was inevitable. You were always going to be mine…"
"Ryan sold me out? No, he wouldn't."
"Bunny you're so sweet but even you have to know that money is the root of all evil. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't."
"What do you want from me?"
Billy pressed his lips against his. He turned his head slightly and sunk his teeth into Steve's lower lip causing him to gasp. Billy kissed him hungrily until Steve felt light headed then he pulled back.
"Over the desk…"
The tone of Billy's voice left no room for argument. Steve swallowed hard and then did as he was told. He felt Billy at his back immediately.
"I'm going to do it for you the first time but I expect you to practice…"
Steve felt Billy's hands run over his hips and undo the top button on his jeans then with a little show of force he pulled them all undone. His fingers slid into the band of his underwear and he took a deep breath as they along with his jeans were pulled down to his thighs. He heard an intake of breath before warm fingers were stroking his skin. Soon those fingers were kneading his cheeks open as he heard Billy groan softly.
"I knew you'd be pretty everywhere Bunny."
Steve shivered at the subtle difference in the way he said it. The smugness was mostly gone leaving behind a strange awe that he never thought would be directed at him. As though Billy were seeing a rare piece of art for the first time. He got lost for a moment in the gentle kneading of his skin hoping that Billy just wanted to humiliate him a little.
Steve had never owed anyone but his dad money but he'd heard stories and this felt very much like he was getting off lightly. He jumped when he felt a dry fingertip stroke over his hole. He instinctively squirmed away from it only to stop when a hard hand slapped across his ass. The sting faded quickly into warmth as Steve's face heated.
"You need to learn your place, Bunny."
A bottle snapped open and Steve bit his lip wondering what Billy had in store for him. He'd only ever heard small snippets of the horror that people had suffered at the hands of Billy or his men. It was enough to keep most people in line but he had foolishly thought he was different because he wasn't trying to cross him and he knew his dad would help if it became dire. At least he thought he would.
A slippery finger pressed up against his hole before with a little pressure it pushed inside. Steve whimpered at the sensation. It felt strange, a fullness in a place he'd never imagined and his face heated even further. Billy leaned forward pressing his finger in further as his breath turned the skin on the back of Steve's neck clammy.
"Good boy…you're taking it so we'll…"
Steve whined low in his throat as he felt a second finger being pressed in alongside the first. He squirmed in place as he felt Billy's lips brush the back of his neck.
"That's it so good for me…I'll teach you how to get yourself nice and ready…you'll learn to enjoy it…"
Steve's stomach twisted at the strange sensation as Billy's fingers stroked him from the inside until he felt his cock hard and throbbing inside his jeans. His head swam as he felt his body flutter around him.
"B-Billy…"
He shivered as he felt Billy's teeth sink into the vulnerable flesh of his throat as he continued to torment him with his fingers. Suddenly he pulled back and slowly pulled his fingers free. Steve tried desperately to catch his breath. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed but maybe this was Billy's strange twisted idea of a punishment. He brought his hands down to the tops of his jeans and wrapped his fingers around them when he felt another harsh slap on his cheek.
"Spread your legs…"
Steve's heart was racing so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He hesitated as his mind tried to rationalise what was happening. Another sharp spank made his head go blank.
"Bad bunnies get punished, Princess…"
He spread his legs as best he could. Billy walked away from him and he had a moment to think about how he looked spread open with skin warm and pink. Was Billy going to bring in other people to witness his humiliation? His stomach twisted in a not completely unpleasant way and he bit his lip hard to stop those thoughts in their tracks. He sighed softly when he felt Billy at his back once more. He placed his hand on Steve's lower back.
"Arch your back for me, Baby…"
Steve did as he was told. His flush spread towards his chest as he felt how open he was. Billy groaned with a soft 'fuck' under his breath. He felt something cold and wet pressed up against him and then pressure as it was pushed forward. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as he felt it spread him open and fill him up. Billy didn't stop pushing until it was pressed up against his prostate making Steve's head swim. He squirmed and whimpered Billy's name not sure what he was asking for. Billy chuckled and then twisted it making Steve moan as warmth spread under his skin. He shuddered when he felt Billy's warm breath at his ear.
"That's my little Bunny."
The mask that covered most of his face felt uncomfortable with how hot his skin was becoming. He remembered the first time Billy had shown it to him. The day he'd learned what his duties would be for the foreseeable future. It was a black velvet mask that would cover half his face which he was happy with. It was the top of the mask that he hated. Two bunny ears sat on top, one extended out and the other bent at a jaunty angle.
He was usually able to wear his own clothes unless they were alone and then Billy didn't want him wearing anything but the mask and little tail. It had taken many frustrating attempts to learn the most comfortable way to get it in without Billy's help. He much preferred when Billy did it as he made sure to stretch him properly and those little exclamations that escaped under his breath when Steve couldn't quite take it made everything seem worth it. Today he had opted for a simple sweater and a loose pair of jeans. He shuffled his way towards Billy who watched his every step with delighted intensity.
His heart raced as he felt Billy's fingers wrap around his waist and pull him securely onto his lap. The tail shifted inside him pressing up against his prostate and he whined causing the man who was talking to falter. A glance at Billy and he resumed. He felt Billy's hands on the buttons of his jeans which he opened so they were loose. He bit his lip in anticipation as Billy's fingers squeezed his tail and his hips stuttered in reaction.
Billy wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him close so he could attack his throat with his lips and teeth. Everyone suddenly became very interested in the table. Steve tried desperately to keep the noises from coming but Billy knew exactly how to push and pull at the tail until Steve lost all ability to care.
He didn't know how long he'd been there when Billy pushed the tail inside so it was pressing against him in all the right ways. Steve squirmed on his lap as Billy licked over his throat. He couldn't hear anything over the rushing in his ears as his stomach twisted and he fluttered around the tail.
"Jimmy if you're still talking when Bunny comes…"
He heard someone talking quickly then Billy humming.
"Ok, that downtown thing take care of it and go to Peter with the offer if he refuses you know what to do."
Steve whimpered as he felt Billy's hard cock pressed against him. Loud shuffling of chairs and stamping feet and it was just them once more.
"Bunny you better be outta those jeans in two shakes of your little tail or I'm fining you five hundred dollars."
Steve stood quickly and stripped off his jeans under Billy's hungry stare.
"Bend over the desk Princess.”
Steve lay across the cool desk as he felt Billy's trousers brush the back of his legs. Billy stroked over his skin before he gripped the tail and slowly pulled until it was free. Steve moaned at how empty he felt. Billy moved back and Steve heard the rustling of his clothes as he opened his trousers. He turned around just as Billy sat down with his hand stroking over his hard cock.
"C'mere Bunny."
Steve straddled him. The heat from his body mixed with the desperate look in his eyes made his stomach twist pleasantly. Billy pulled him into a ravenous kiss as he pressed his hard cock up against him and pulled Steve down onto it. Being filled again so suddenly made Steve shiver as Billy set a ruthless pace.
Steve had been made to read the contract in its entirety when he'd first been introduced to the tail. That was how he learned that every time he wore the tail for Billy a dollar was taken off his debt. As Billy groaned his name into the side of his neck and chased it with his teeth Steve couldn't think of a better way to work off his loan.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Tommy Hagan
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Broken Bones, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Porn Watching, Anal Fingering, Submissive Steve Harrington, Hurt Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Touch-Starved, Oral Sex, Come Swallowing, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington
Summary:
A collision in basketball leaves Steve with a broken arm and growing resentment when he can't relieve his sexual frustration.
Written for the 2024 Harringrove Love Fest 💖💖💖
For the 11th February prompt: Make You Feel My Love
Billy's large body slamming into his wasn't new. Since Billy had arrived in Hawkins Steve had felt his body bumping into him so hard that it left bruises every week. So he should have been used to it by now but for some reason that Thursday afternoon he wasn't prepared for how hard Billy would hit him. He lost his balance and landed heavily on his right side.
He had winced as he felt his arm bend at a funny angle under his body but he had jumped straight back up and pursued the ball. He had only taken a few steps before the pain ran through his body and he felt dizzy with nausea. Billy's usual smirk had slid off his face as he looked at him. His attention was riveted to his arm. Soon the coach was called and Steve found himself enroute to the hospital.
He spent several hours there being poked and prodded. Even though it was pretty obvious what was wrong as his arm was hanging at a strange angle. A trip to the X-ray department and he had a cast that had to stay on for six weeks. He wasn't allowed to drive so he had to get a lift home from Nancy which felt humiliating as they had only been broken up for a few weeks.
He wanted to still be a part of her life even as friends but he knew her relationship with Jonathan was so new. Yet when she offered to drive him to and from school until he was better he accepted. He had never ridden the bus to school as his mom had driven him until he got his license. At one point he had felt too good for the bus but now with his current situation, he felt too vulnerable.
Tommy had a vindictive streak that Steve had seen many times throughout their childhood. He had even availed of it in the past when it had benefited him. He knew Tommy would never forgive him and being trapped on the bus with him would be the perfect opportunity for Tommy to exact a little revenge.
Nancy had driven up to his house and offered to help him inside. He had given her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. She had spent a lot of time with him when they were together at his house. It was somewhere where they could hide away from the rest of the world and just be with each other. Steve had hoped it was the beginning of forever.
The house was less lonely with her there but because of this, he knew what the sad resigned look in her eyes meant. She knew he was going into his home all alone with no one to look after him. She placed her hand on his arm as she leaned closer. That sweet perfume she always wore created a gentle fog in his mind as he remembered how its scent seemed to intensify when they were together. How he could smell it in his room as the sun rose the next morning after they were together.
"I could help you make something to eat and get upstairs."
He desperately wanted to say yes. To give in to the petulant desire he had for someone to just take care of him. Even if it was out of pity unfortunately he still had his pride so he shook his head.
"I'll be ok Nance, I promise my mom's coming back tonight."
Her face screwed up in that way which meant she was running all the possibilities through her mind. He had always loved that face. He sighed, only making her perfume seep more into his mind before he gently pulled away. That sad resigned look returned to her eyes.
"I'll be here early tomorrow."
"Ok, I'll see you then."
She waited until he'd opened the door and stepped inside before she drove away. He watched her lights disappear in the distance before he closed and locked the door. The house was cold, dark and quiet just like it always was. His head felt too fuzzy for food even though he needed food for the pain medication they'd sent him home with. He thought it would be better just to go to bed. He walked up to his room without turning on any lights.
He lay down on the top of the covers and wondered how he was going to get a good night's sleep. His mind was racing with everything that had happened that day. This was how he was going to finish out his senior year. Benched in basketball, struggled to write in classes and was driven to and from school by his ex-girlfriend. Why did Hargrove have to play so rough?
He inhaled deeply and the memory of Nancy's perfume made his head swim. He could feel his cock twitching in his jeans. He groaned. It felt like a betrayal of her trust to even entertain the thought but no one else would even look at him at school. He hadn't realised how much of his previous standing in the school was built on nothing until he picked Nancy over those other assholes.
Even if a girl seemed interested in him it was fleeting. He remembered the last time had been with Betty from his history class. Between second and third period she had been batting her eyelashes and laughing at his jokes. Steve had felt a little guilty because he did like her but he knew it wouldn't go anywhere he just needed to get over Nancy. He had a fleeting taste of true affection and he was hungry for more. He wanted someone to want him and only him. Not for his perceived popularity or access to his parent's house or his car. Just him.
He wasn't sure Betty would have been that but he just wanted someone to touch him. It was something he'd taken for granted in the past, how easily he could charm girls into his bed or the back of his car but now the real him was found wanting. He couldn't find Betty until the end of the day when he saw her getting into Hargrove's stupid muscle car. It took weeks to find someone else and for it to end the same way. He realised he might as well be a ghost at the school. Some people still gave him some attention but only because of who he had been, not who he was becoming. Soon he became desperate.
He spent a lot of time alone in the house. He pretty much had run of the place since he was fourteen and his parents decided they wanted to see more of the world while they were still young enough to enjoy it. The house didn't hold any more surprises for him. He knew every part of it by memory. He could navigate it in the dark with his eyes closed. Knew where the band-aids were and his dad's secret scotch stash. Had discovered his porno collection when he'd been fifteen. He even had favourites. He hadn't had to indulge in it for so long that it felt a little pathetic having to fall back on it but desperate times.
He didn't think he'd jerked off so much in his life. He knew what he wanted but he couldn't have it which was a bit of a novel experience for him also. He let his mind wander to a nameless girl who would kiss him sweetly. She'd run her fingers through his hair, spend time with him and smile when she saw him. She'd walk through the halls of Hawkins high with his hand held tightly in hers. When they were alone she couldn't get enough of him pinning him down and making him beg for more. He built her like his perfect home in his mind night after night to the salacious moans as he ran his hand over his hard cock. Teasing himself until he felt like he couldn't breathe, his heart hammering in his chest and her hungry eyes in his mind.
It had taken weeks for him to explore a little further and learn something new. He had been going through the secret compartment where his dad kept his stash when he lifted a tape he knew back to front and another fell in its place. This one looked new. The cover wasn't worn and faded like the others. The edges of the tape were smooth. He picked it up but he didn't recognise the title. He shrugged why not try something different? He pushed it into the VCR and sat back on his bed. It started like they all did with a pretty basic premise and not great acting. Everything was geared towards a definite conclusion.
The blonde woman on the tape pushed the man down onto the bed. She moaned as she pulled open his trousers, looking up at him as though he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Steve's mind began to wander. He'd seen scenes like this so many times that they had almost become white noise to him. He started to form the perfect girl in his mind as he poured some lube onto his hand and started to stroke his cock.
He substituted the woman on the tape for his fantasy girl. She would look at him like that as she wrapped her lips around him. He shivered imagining himself being at the centre of someone's attention like that. Seeing the hunger in their eyes intensify as though they wanted to swallow him whole. A long drawn-out moan made his attention snap back to the screen. His mouth fell open when he realised that the woman had three fingers pressed into the man's hole and his eyes rolled back in his head. Steve's cock twitched in his hand. Did it feel that good?
He watched mesmerised for several minutes before he lifted the bottle of lube by his bed. He coated his hand with shaking fingers as his anticipation became unbearable. It took a little manoeuvring but he did find a position where he could stroke his cock and press his fingers inside. The first finger had felt strange and a little uncomfortable but he let the man's uncontrollable moans drive him on. Two had felt even worse but he persevered. He wasn't too sure what the woman was doing but he could see her moving her fingers around so he did the same and soon it became easier. He felt his face heat at what he was doing.
It felt so perverse but that made it exciting at the same time. Finally, he pressed in a third and pushed them in. Suddenly his fingers brushed against something and he felt his breath catch at the rush of pleasure he felt. He did it again and again until his mind went blank and his body seized up. He came so hard he swore he saw stars.
Soon it was the only way he could get off. He barely needed a fantasy anymore although it was still nice. The bone-melting pleasure he got from his fingers felt like this amazing secret. Like he'd discovered something special that no one else knew about and he couldn't wait to get home each day so he could indulge. He knew realistically he should be trying to find a real girlfriend but he figured he was young and had plenty of time. His fantasy girl was happy to indulge him.
He sometimes dreamed about her using something else, something bigger. He enjoyed the stretch. How full he felt. He began to wish he had thicker fingers. He had found himself in the kitchen with his fingers wrapped around a cucumber wondering if it was safe but so far he had been too afraid of going too far. Of being found out so he settled for what he had.
Now here he was all alone in the dark in his room with Nancy's perfume invading his mind. He looked around him as though waiting for someone to jump out of the dark with an admodstiminent about what he was about to do. None came he was completely alone. He slowly slid down the zipper on his jeans then lifted the bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. Unfortunately, his right hand was in a cast and he was told expressly not to get it wet. He was sure this wasn't what they meant but he didn't want to risk another trip to the hospital. With a little difficulty, he poured some lube onto his left hand and started a leisurely rhythm. He pushed away his guilt and let memories of Nancy filter through his mind.
The way she'd looked at him in the beginning with big wide eyes. How she'd smiled at him and spoke to him on the phone for hours at a time. That first time when he'd taken the lead was swiftly followed by her growing confidence and her taking the reins. He groaned as he imagined her pouring lube on her hand and teasing him. She'd get that wicked look in her eye and he wouldn't get what he wanted until he begged her the way he used to. King Steve was a whimpering mess for prissy little Nancy Wheeler.
He started to feel hot all over, his breathing becoming ragged but he also felt frustrated. He was so empty and he wouldn't be able to satisfy himself that way. He tried to ignore it and just keep the fantasy going but unfortunately, the fantasy was for the thing he couldn't have. He grit his teeth and pushed through it only to have a very unsatisfactory orgasm that felt forced. He didn't sleep well that night.
The next day he could barely look Nancy in the eye as she picked him up for school and this was only the start of his problems. The week was nothing but frustrating and awkward. He couldn't write any notes in his classes just collecting notes from his teachers. He struggled to carry his lunch tray and he had to sit on the bench during practice. Had to stand by Nancy's car and watch her give Jonathan a soft kiss before she drove him home where he was all alone and couldn't do anything to alleviate his frustration. By the end of the week, he felt like he was ready to explode. His temper only grew shorter as his frustration became unbearable.
That Friday he had already been short with several people and he could tell by lunchtime that word had gotten around the school to avoid him. He saw people giving him a side eye and staying out of his path. Everyone seemed to have gotten the message that it was a bad idea to approach him. Everyone but Billy.
He had decided to take his lunch somewhere secluded so he didn't have to deal with the glances thrown his way. This was not how he wanted his senior year to end but as he looked down at his cast he knew he didn't have much choice. He turned when he heard footsteps approaching ready to tell whoever it was to get lost when Billy walked around the corner with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He smirked at him and Steve scowled.
"Sitting alone today Princess?"
"I was."
Billy's smirk stretched into a devilish grin. He came closer and Steve felt his shoulders tense.
"Heard you were in a bad mood today."
"Hmmm, I wonder why that could be?"
"Your arm making your life difficult Sweetheart?"
Steve felt his face heat because he knew it wasn't technically his arm but it was arm-related.
"What do you think?"
Billy kept coming closer until before he knew it he was boxed in by him. He stood and tried to walk around him but Billy moved closer until Steve felt his back hit the wall.
"Anything I can help you with?"
Steve scoffed but when he looked into his eyes he could see something there. Something he'd seen many times in his mind when he was alone and dreaming. Hunger. He pushed the thought away, Billy was just being an asshole as usual.
"Yeah, I'm good, thanks."
"Don't be like that Princess, I just want to make it up to you."
Billy got so close that Steve could feel the heat of his body. Could smell his spicy cologne mixed with stale cigarette smoke. Could see the swirls of green mixed in with the blue of his eyes making them look like the ocean. He wondered if Billy did feel bad about what happened. He couldn't imagine it but maybe seeing him miserable this whole week had finally gotten through to him. Steve didn't blame him for the break, it was just one of those freak things that happens sometimes. He knew he hadn't meant to do it.
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
Billy exhaled the last draw from his cigarette before nonchalantly throwing it over his shoulder before a smaller more genuine smile spread across his lips.
"C'mon Sweetheart there must be something I can do for you?"
Steve licked his lips nervously as he thought about the one thing he wanted that he couldn't do. Yet he knew if even this was a perfect world and he could suggest that Billy was more likely to break his other arm than help him. Billy had the run of the school. He could more or less have anyone he wanted but he couldn't help glancing at his fingers on the wall near his head. They were thicker than his own. He felt his heart begin to race as he thought about how much they would fill him up. What it would be like to come around them. So much blood was pumping to his face that he suddenly felt light-headed. Billy's eyes were drinking him in as he seemed to be waiting for some kind of signal. Steve bit his lip trying desperately to get his mind to stop. Billy moved closer and Steve held his breath.
Suddenly the bell rang and panic coarsed through him causing him to catch Billy off guard as he pushed past him and walked briskly into school. He couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. Ryan Smith sat near him in his last class and he reeked of stale smoke. Steve couldn't help subtly inhaling it as he remembered the look in Billy's eyes.
He was standing near Nancy's car feeling like a child locked out while his mom gossiped with her friend. Only it was worse. Nancy was saying goodbye to Jonathan. Steve hated that he had to stand only a few feet away while they talked in low tones. They were probably declaring their undying love and arranging to meet up once they were home. He could taste that bitter tang in the back of his throat that he knew was jealousy. He wanted to be happy for them and knew deep down they were better suited. However, it was so hard when he felt like he'd been second best and now had to wallow in his loneliness while they were happy.
"Ride with me."
He had been so preoccupied with them that he hadn't heard Billy's approach. He took a deep breath and turned towards him.
"I wouldn't want to take you out of your way."
"C'mon Princess you want to be stuck in a car with your ex?"
Steve looked back at Nancy. She was leaning into Jonathan and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach.
"I promise you'll have a better ride with me."
He hated to admit it but he was probably right.
"Nance it's ok I've got a ride today."
She turned towards him confused.
"It's ok I'll only…"
"No, really it's fine. I'll see you Monday?"
She glanced at Billy.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded then turned and followed Billy to his car. He slid into the passenger seat. He'd seen his car many times, it was hard to miss. He had always heard it before he saw it but he never imagined he'd be inside it. Billy pulled out of the parking lot at breakneck speed and Steve barely had enough time to brace himself. It felt kind of good feeling the seat rumble under him as they flew past everyone else.
People on the other side of the road or walking past couldn't help looking at them. He hated to admit it but he felt a secret thrill twist in the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't help comparing it to the way Nancy drove. She had pretty much free reign of her family's station wagon as she knew she was getting a car for graduation. Like everything Nancy did her driving was precise and careful.
He found himself daydreaming out the window while Billy's Camaro roared along the road. His music was blasting through the speakers but Steve didn't recognise any of the songs. It didn't take them long to reach Steve's house. He was confused for a moment because he couldn't remember telling him where he lived but maybe he had just forgotten. Billy pulled into his driveway and stopped the car. Steve turned towards him. Billy's eyes were staring at him the same way they had earlier. He licked his lips. Billy smiled.
"Thanks…I appreciate it."
"No problem Sweetheart. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Billy's eyes ran along his body as he licked over his teeth and Steve swallowed hard. Was he imagining this?
"N-no this was…"
"C'mon Princess I can see how tense you are. You don't have to lie to me."
Steve took a shaky breath as Billy leaned more into his space. He could see the hunger in his eyes this close. Could smell that intoxicating mixture of stale smoke and spicy cologne. He opened his mouth to decline so he could run inside and hide when Billy grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a ravenous kiss. He gasped against his mouth and then moaned when he felt his tongue. Even though it was awkward in the confined space he couldn't help wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. It felt like so much time had passed since someone wanted him. Only the make-believe people in his head disappeared like smoke when he opened his eyes.
He pulled back trying desperately to let the words flow from his mouth of what he wanted. Billy kissed his way down his throat. He licked over his skin and as Steve tried to speak he sunk his teeth in. A whine escaped his lips.
"Tell me what you want."
"I…"
"Are you feeling a little pent up Sweetheart?"
Steve nodded. Billy pulled back and placed a quick kiss on his lips before he got out of the car and moved round to the passenger side opening the door. He helped him out and they walked into the house. Once the door was closed Billy moved in close again but Steve was feeling a little desperate so he motioned towards the stairs.
Billy smirked and with his face burning he led the way. As soon as they were in his room Billy threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He pinned him down and kissed him until Steve was squirming under him. Billy sat back and pulled off his jacket and shirt, throwing them behind him. He had a moment to feel awkward before the heat in Billy's eyes made him sit up and pull off the polo shirt he was wearing. Billy moved back on top of him. His skin was warm and soft but his kisses were wet and sharp as he moved down Steve's body.
As he sunk his teeth into Steve's soft stomach he quickly undid his trousers. Steve gasped as Billy's warm thick fingers slid into his underwear and pulled his hardening cock out. Billy looked up at him. He licked over his teeth as he held eye contact then wrapped his lips around the head of Steve's cock. He tried to stifle the embarrassing whine he could feel in his throat but that just seemed to spur Billy on until he couldn't contain it.
It felt so good. His mind was soon hazy with pleasure as it felt like his soul was being sucked out through his cock but he couldn't quite let go. Billy's fingers were wrapped around his hip and Steve couldn't help being distracted by them. He wanted them inside him.
"B-Billy?"
Billy slowed down and gave him his full attention. Steve bit his lip. He was still afraid that he would suffer rejection and humiliation if he asked for what he wanted. Yet he wanted it so badly. Billy saw his hesitation and pulled back.
"Tell me what you want Baby."
Steve knew deep down that Billy wouldn't be doing this if he didn't want to. Was what he wanted much different than what they were already doing? He hated to admit it but recent events had put a dent in his confidence. There would have been a time when he would have used his charm to get what he wanted but after Nancy, he didn't feel very desirable. He took a deep breath.
"I…well I kinda need something…"
"More?"
He nodded and Billy smiled.
"You got lube?"
Steve almost hit Billy in the face in his eagerness to get it. Billy laughed before he pulled his jeans and underwear completely off. He sheepishly threw it to him. Billy caught it and opened it before liberally pouring it over his fingers.
"Spread your legs for me Sweetheart."
Steve's face burned as he did as he was told. Billy moved in between his legs and licked obscenely over the head of his cock as he ran his slippery fingers around his hole. Steve whimpered as he sucked his cock back into his mouth as he pushed a finger inside. He felt that excited swoop in his lower stomach at the familiar full feeling. Billy wasted no time letting his cock hit the back of his throat as he pushed in a second finger.
"Uhhhhh…"
Steve's head was swimming as he realised he'd been right and Billy's thicker fingers felt so good. His thighs started to shake as he felt Billy push in further and then he crooked them and Steve's body clamped down hard. His mind filled with pleasure as he felt that swoop intensify until it felt like a tornado. Billy was relentless. He stroked over his prostate until Steve could feel his cock throb in his hot wet mouth. His stomach twisted as he fluttered around his fingers.
"Billy…oh god Billy…"
He hadn't been able to get off in over a week. He wasn't going to last long.
"Billy…I'm going to come…"
Billy looked up at him and the look in his eyes was just like the one he'd always dreamed of. The fantasy person who would want to devour him. He came down Billy's throat barely able to watch as his throat bobbed as he swallowed as though he wanted it. Steve fell back on the bed feeling like he'd been at a particularly gruelling practice. Billy slowly moved back and then laid lingering soft kisses up his body until he captured his panting mouth. Steve moaned at the taste on his tongue. When Billy settled more fully on top of him he realised that Billy was hard in his jeans. He pulled back.
"Do you want me to?"
He motioned towards him. Billy smirked.
"Don't worry Princess, you get some rest then we'll take care of that together."
Steve's face burned as the words slipped from his tongue.
“I don't need any rest.”
Billy's eyes widened slightly.
“You’ll be too sensitive.”
Steve's cock twitched as a twist in his lower stomach made him squirm. He felt lightheaded at the idea of struggling to take Billy. How full he would feel. He slid his trembling hand down and stroked Billy’s hard cock through his jeans. He licked his lips as he made eye contact.
“Please, I want you to fill me up.”
He watched as the blue of Billy’s eyes was swallowed by his pupils. Steve lay fully back and spread his legs as best he could with Billy still on top of him. He took a shaky breath when he felt Billy undoing his jeans. He couldn't help watching as he coated his hard cock with lube. It was so much thicker than his fingers. He thought back to all the nights he'd been alone with sweat dripping down into his eyes as he maneuvered himself into the best positions. Chasing that delirious high ever since he’d heard the sounds on that tape.
He felt Billy press up against him and took a deep breath. Billy slowly pushed his hips forward. He felt like he couldn't breathe as his thick cock filled him. His body fluttered around him more alive than it had ever been. Trapped on the precipice between agony and ecstasy while Steve writhed in overstimulation. He wanted to cry out but his mouth had become locked in a silent cry. He had made a terrible mistake but he couldn't make a sound to let Billy know.
Just as he was losing hope Billy’s cock pressed up against something inside him that made white-hot pleasure spread out through his body. Suddenly his voice came back to him as he begged Billy breathlessly for more.
“Oh god…Billy please…there…there…more…”
Billy’s pace increased and Steve whined low in his throat. It was still just this side of too much but he'd never felt anything like it. He wrapped himself a little awkwardly around him due to his cast and held on as Billy gave him the ride of his life. Billy moved closer causing his thrusts to hit deeper as he pressed stinging kisses into Steve’s skin. He wanted it to last forever but he didn't think he'd survive as Billy pressed up against that spot Steve cried out as he came painfully against his stomach. Billy groaned as he came deep inside him.
Steve was trying to catch his breath as Billy pulled him onto his chest. He whimpered as he felt Billy’s come running down his thigh. He felt both exhausted and as though he were wired to the moon. Billy chuckled softly in his ear.
“Get some rest Pretty Boy. Don't want you breaking anything else.”
Steve wet his lips.
“You don't want to break me?”
Billy sunk his teeth into his shoulder causing a sliver of pleasure to run under his skin.
“Is that you Harrington or am I dreaming?” Well Billy’s night is taking a better turn now, he pushes his jacket from his shoulder and drops it, suddenly warm and he wants Steve to see him all dolled up and ready for a date he didn’t even bother canceling.
Steve’s footstep heavy as he drops off the last step and onto the dirt, “yeah it’s me don’t cream your pants.” Steve huffs out as he stops a few feet in front of Billy, just out of reach. “What do you want?”
Billy is amused, smiling as he steps closer, watching Steve’s feet shift like he wants to put more distance between them. Billy shakes his head, Steve still has not learned to plant his feet. “I’m looking for my sister, little red headed bitch.” Billy spits out bitch, angry with her, she should know better than to disappear on him, she knows how Neil can be.
Billy’s eyes flick toward the house when he catches a shift, more light spilling from a window, just in time to see Max and some other kids. Their eyes widen, mouths moving before they all hurriedly duck down. Billy’s jaw clenches as he turns his attention back to Steve giving him a chance to be straight with him, “you seen her?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington's Parents, Original Characters, Tommy Hagan, Hawkins High Basketball Team (Stranger Things), Carol Perkins
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Blood Drinking, Biting, Vampire Bites, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Basketball, Vampire Bite kink, Vampire Billy Hargrove, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington
Summary:
Visiting a run-down bar on the edge of town wasn't Steve's smartest move especially as it was full of danger but he wants to see Hawkins in his rearview mirror. And he wants to go on his terms.
Written for the 2024 Harringrove Love Fest 💖💖💖
For the 10th February prompt: Bleeding Love
Steve could feel the eyes following him from the shadows as he walked across the dimly lit room towards the bar in the corner. The sound of the worn leather creaking on the ancient bar stool seemed to echo through the room. He carefully rolled up his sleeves until the still healing cuts just above his wrist were visible and waited. It didn't take long.
The Pearlo was a makeshift bar in a dilapidated building on the outskirts of town but it was well known to anyone with a heartbeat and enough desperation to make themselves known. Steve had discovered it almost by accident when he felt as though everything in his life was spiralling out of control. His parents forgot he existed until it was convenient for them and then they felt they could control every aspect of his life. He would graduate later this year and he had money hidden in the back of his closet. He didn't like to think too hard on how he'd acquired it but he was grateful he at least had something that his dad couldn't throw back in his face. He would never know about it or how he'd got it.
Icy cold fingers stroked over the back of his neck and he turned slightly to see that familiar glow. It was golden like the sun but without any of the warmth. He could feel the eyes linger on his arm before the fingers at his throat danced over his pulse point. He pulled back slightly.
"I'm only offering here."
He ran his fingers over the healing cuts. The vampire inhaled discreetly but Steve had been here many times before. He knew what he had to offer.
"I'll triple your price."
Steve shook his head.
"Take it or leave it."
"I could make it so good for you."
Steve stood and walked back towards the door. He knew it was a bold move but he'd learned very quickly that his blood was very sought after. The skin on the back of his neck prickled as he felt the air seem to shift behind him as the vampire followed him through the door. He walked briskly to his car which was parked behind some trees a little further down the road. As he closed his door the vampire leaned forward and grabbed his arm. He shivered a combination of their cold lips and a casual display of their abilities. As the teeth sank into his flesh he couldn't help the small gasp that escaped his lips as his stomach twisted pleasantly.
He was still feeling a little drained from a few nights before and knew it was best if he gave himself at least a few weeks before he even considered going back. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about the shoebox slowly filling with money at the back of the closet. The one he wanted to be overflowing by commencement. He would have a full tank of gas and just drive until he found somewhere far away that he could start over.
He shivered slightly as he ran his fingers over the bandage on his arm. He would never admit where the money came from. Since mythical creatures had become accepted there were ways someone could donate their blood for a small fee. Going to sleazy makeshift dive bars was not the most respectable way. Steve didn't have time to go through official channels, especially since he'd learned that the vampires who hung around the shadows of Hawkins had a taste for him. One that they would pay a lot for.
He'd heard that being a donor was a very clinical experience and you didn't interact with the vampire outside of an initial appointment. Vampires seemed to have a very heightened sense of smell and from his experience, they could smell the blood flowing under your skin. He'd known from the very first moment of meeting one that his blood was special. They always moaned into his skin, sinking their fangs a little deeper and sometimes he had to be forceful in getting his arm back. He'd been lucky so far that they had all eventually acquiesced with no real damage done. They always wanted his throat. Their eyes burned into it hungrily but he didn't want something he couldn't hide so insisted on his arms. He bit his lip as his stomach twisted at the pleasant feeling of fangs sinking into his skin. It felt so good that he sometimes wondered what they would feel like in his throat. He thought he could always give in just before he left as he'd have plenty of recovery time on the road.
He walked through the rest of the day in a daze barely paying attention to anyone. Tommy had been talking all day about some new kid who he thought would be perfect for the basketball team. Steve didn't care about basketball. He only stayed on the team because it was something he could still do with Tommy and it meant less time stuck in his big lonely house. His mind was already on the road. A cold French fry hit him just above the eye. He turned towards a grinning Tommy.
"Have you been listening to me?"
"Yeah you're excited about some new kid just ask him out already."
Tommy laughed that crazy hyena laugh when it seemed he wasn't taking things too seriously. It always had a little edge to it like Steve was hitting too close to home.
"Wouldn't want to break your heart, Stevie."
"I'll get over it eventually."
"You need to see this kid, I'm telling you he'd take us to finals."
"How can you tell that by looking at him?"
Tommy's grin grew wider.
"Trust me."
He had a small pang of guilt looking at Tommy across the lunch table. They'd been best friends since kindergarten and they shared everything. Tommy knew what his home life was like and had kept him company when he was at his loneliest. There were no secrets between them until now. Steve didn't tell him why he was too busy to hang out some nights or about the shoebox of money and his plan. There was a small part of him that wanted to tell him about his plans and a little flame of hope that he'd want to go with him. However, there was a stubborn part that wanted to do this on his own. He wanted to prove to himself that he could.
He arrived at practice a little late as he'd been debating on whether to go or not. The bandage on his arm had become a recurring thing that someone was bound to notice eventually. It was the idea of just sitting at home with too many thoughts running through his head that decided for him. As he walked onto the court he saw several of the players gathered around someone new. He was around Steve's height but much more broad and muscular. He had wavy blonde hair and a sharp smile. He said something that Steve couldn't quite make out and everyone around him laughed. There was something about him that made the back of Steve's neck prickle in that familiar way that he didn't like to think about unless he was alone. His hand subconsciously moved to cover his bandage when bright blue eyes locked with his own.
"Stevie good of you to finally show up."
Tommy stole his attention but he could still feel that hungry stare. He walked over towards them when the new kid suddenly stepped in front of him. Steve looked back at him. He pushed into Steve's personal space as though he had a right to be there. His smile spread obnoxiously as though he knew something that Steve wasn't privy to yet.
"Steve, this is Billy, he's trying out for the team today."
Steve nodded in acknowledgement and tried to move back. Billy placed his hand on his shoulder keeping him in place. He shivered as the coldness seeped through his shirt.
"Don't worry Princess, I'll try not to make you look too bad out there."
The coach blew the whistle and called them all over. He discussed a few strategies and split them into shirts and skins. Steve couldn't concentrate with the cold feeling of dread that started to spread through him. His mind was screaming at him that he was about to be exposed even though he had no proof. Someone could be from California and still run cold he thought but the twist in his stomach didn't agree.
Billy had been placed on the skins side while Steve was shirts. The look of glee on Billy's face made him desperately wish they were on the same side. It was only supposed to be a friendly game so the coach could observe Billy as he tried out and watch the rest of them for improvement.
Steve had been looking forward to a relaxing game as he was still drained but Billy didn't have the same idea. He blazed through the court like a demon with hell hot on his heels. He didn't give Steve an inch the whole game, easily taking the ball and making Steve look uncoordinated and slow by comparison. He was gasping with sweat running down his back and Billy looked like he hadn't even started. By the time the coach blew his whistle on the game, Steve had to use every last ounce of strength not to just give in and lie down on the ground.
He felt a cold hand on his shoulder and despite himself, he wanted to lean in and bask in it for even a moment. Cool lips near his ear.
"Better luck next time Sweetheart."
Tommy's excited voice echoed through his head as he appeared beside him like an overexcited puppy.
"Didn't I tell ya Stevie, we're going to win this year for sure."
He nodded tiredly and followed them both into the lockers. He didn't spend too much time dissecting the game, just striped off his damp uniform and grabbed his stuff for the shower. He forced himself into a shower at the back so he could avoid more basketball talk. His eyelids were drooping as he turned on the almost too-hot water. He stepped underneath the spray, getting his hair nice and wet and letting his mind wander to his soft bed at home.
He wasn't even going to spend too much time on his hair. Just enough that he didn't look like a wet dog and then straight into his car and home. He was so focused on his shower and plans that he didn't hear someone else in the shower with him. He jumped at the feeling of icy fingers touching his arm. He looked down to see that he'd forgotten about his bandage and it was wet and useless on his arm. The still-healing cuts from several nights before were visible.
Gooseflesh broke out across the back of his neck as he looked up into the furious eyes of Billy. His mouth was in a straight line as he pulled the soggy bandage from Steve's skin and threw it behind him. He pulled his arm closer to him. His vice-like grip left Steve with no option but to let him. He stared at the cuts as though they offended him. His voice could cut through glass when he spoke.
"Whore yourself out for money or is it just cheap thrills?"
Steve's stomach sank at the same time as his muscles tensed. His mind was enraged. He pulled fruitlessly on his arm but Billy's grip was too strong causing him to slip on the wet floor of the shower. Billy pulled him into his cold wet body to steady him. Steve glared at him. Billy's eyes flashed gold and Steve shivered. That nagging feeling overtook his mind like a raging storm and he froze in place even though he desperately wanted to run. He could see his carefully constructed image of himself being torn down easily by the sordid truth of what he'd been doing.
Creatures were slowly being accepted but it had taken many generations for that to be true. Human interaction especially when it involved blood was only acceptable under very strict circumstances. Steve had flouted those rules for his gain and now he was going to lose everything.
Cold skin pressed in against his neck. Billy took a shuddering breath and seemed to subconsciously pull him closer. He took several deep breaths before Steve felt sharp pointed fangs scrape over his skin. His heart was hammering in his chest as his mind clouded over with his conflicted feelings of how good it felt when they sank into his skin. He started to pant as he felt overwhelmed. Billy pushed a little closer.
"Steve… Stevie, where are you?"
He pulled back and surprisingly Billy let him go. He stumbled back to his shower, the hot water a shock against his skin. He realised he was achingly hard and on autopilot turned off his shower and wrapped his towel around his hips. He walked as briskly as he could, feeling Billy's stare the whole way.
Tommy was still excitedly talking about finals he hadn't even showered yet but Steve felt wired and cagey so he just towel-dried himself and threw on clothes practically running to his car and flooring it until he reached his driveway.
He tried desperately to avoid Billy after that but between Tommy's admiration and basketball, it was a fruitless endeavour. Billy wasn't as forward as he had been that first day in the showers but his eyes followed Steve everywhere. He had a knowing look to them that made his stomach twist with dread for when his secret would come to light. Billy also continued to show him up in basketball even though everyone already considered him the star player for the team.
Over a week had gone by and he was itching to go back to Pearlo. Billy would hold eye contact while he licked over his teeth. A quick flash of his fangs was all it took for Steve's heart to race and his mind to envision what they'd feel like. A shove to his arm took him out of his tangled-up thoughts.
"What time are you picking me up?"
"When?"
Tommy huffed.
"For Tina's…on Friday."
He had completely forgotten about the party because it hadn't been brought up since Tommy got sidetracked by his basketball dreams. Steve had originally been looking forward to the party as a great way to blow off some steam and not be lonely. Now he wondered if he could disappear for a short while without anyone noticing.
"What time do you want picked up?"
Tommy smiled and started talking about how much fun the party was going to be while Steve silently plotted.
He had been at the party for over an hour and finally thought he'd found the perfect opportunity to escape. He'd parked his car around the side of the house telling Tommy it was because there were too many cars and his dad would kill him if he got a scratch on it. Tommy was too fired up about the party to even care what he was doing. They'd found some other members of the basketball team and soon Tommy was the centre of attention as they all talked about the coming season.
He waited patiently sipping on the coke he'd brought with him and pretending he was having a good time. His mind was already at Pearlo, the eyes watching him, the little hint of danger before money was pressed into his hand. These were the things that normally drove him there but for the first time, he was thinking about fangs sinking into his skin. He could feel his pulse fluttering in his neck. He wet his lips in anticipation of finally giving in to all the promises of how much better it would feel.
He looked around for Tommy and found him in the corner with Carol. He'd pissed her off last week and she'd dumped him but they'd been on this rollercoaster many times. Steve knew from here on out they wouldn't notice anyone else and would eventually disappear to make up in private. It was the perfect time to leave. He walked towards the back as though he was going for a smoke then he headed over towards the side of the house. He pulled out his car keys just as Billy emerged from the shadows, his eyes flashing gold.
"Leaving so soon…"
"I forgot something at home I'll only be…"
The words died on his tongue as he found himself pinned against the side of his car before he could fully register what was happening.
"Don't lie to me Sweetheart, I can practically smell your excitement."
He leaned in closer causing Steve to shiver. He tried to convince himself it was because of the chill to his skin. His lips brushed his ear as his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper.
"So desperate to whore yourself out to any vamp that'll have you…"
Billy's cool lips pressed against his skin and slowly moved down. Steve felt like he couldn't breathe. He wanted more money so he had plenty to spare when he left and he wanted all of it to be from him. Nothing from his dad who would only hold it over his head for the rest of his life. His pulse fluttered like a captured butterfly under Billy's lips. A fang scraped against it and Steve thought his heart was going to explode. He took a shuddering breath. His mind was racing. There was something he wanted more than money. Right now more than anything. He slowly turned his head to the side stretching it out under Billy's lips. He felt him groan softly against his skin before his kisses became more forceful until he could feel sharp teeth. He felt a little lightheaded at the idea when suddenly Billy sank his fangs into his flesh.
There was a sharp point of pain. He could feel warm blood running past Billy's cold lips and he had a hysterical thought that of course, Billy would be a messy eater. He felt stiff fingers digging into his hips so hard that he knew he'd have bruises by tomorrow. Billy made an almost inhuman sound as he pressed his fangs in harder and pleasure flooded Steve so suddenly that he was only being kept upright by Billy and his car behind him. He felt so overwhelmed. So many emotions and needs running through him but he was frozen to the spot. He could feel his stomach twisting with pleasure. His head was spinning. His knees shaking. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life.
He knew somewhere deep down that he should be scared. There was a little moonlight illuminating them but he knew Billy could easily pull him into the shadows and drain him dry even if people were standing right beside them. He could feel Billy shaking against him as though he were fighting desperately against some deep dark urge within him. Yet the pleasure was so intense. It overwhelmed all his senses that everything else just melted away and he was completely in this moment. He struggled to breathe as he felt his cock throb in his jeans as pleasure pooled at the base of his spine. A sound escaped his mouth that sounded somewhere between a gasp and a moan. He felt more of Billy's teeth brush his skin as he smiled. He shook as he came completely untouched. Darkness overtook him.
He slowly returned to consciousness the following afternoon safely tucked into his bed. Billy had even cleaned him up stripped off his jeans and uncomfortable underwear and put him in sweats. This surprised him slightly as he assumed Billy got what he wanted so why put in any more effort? He dragged himself into the shower wincing when the water touched his throat. He checked it in the mirror. It looked like a particularly vicious love bite but it was extremely tender to the touch. He sighed as he wondered how he was going to explain this.
In the end, he spent a week in turtle necks and skipped basketball. Tommy stopped speaking to him until he returned but the fire in Billy's eyes kept him distracted. He seemed to revel in showing Steve up at practice. He couldn't stop thinking about the night of the party. He even found himself pressing his fingers into the healing cuts until he was squirming on his bed. The vicious bite turned to scar tissue as he wouldn't let it properly heal.
Soon he needed to return to Pearlo. He tried to convince himself it was because he needed the money. That he was running out of time. He'd run his fingers over the wound caused by Billy's teeth and had to admit the truth.
He tried to occupy his time until it was dark. Vampires could move around freely in the light but for illicit deals over blood, it had to be done in the dark. The twist of anticipation under his skin grew steadily over the day until finally he got in his car and headed towards the back roads of Hawkins.
He parked his car a short distance away and walked swiftly towards the bar. He could smell the stale alcohol and hear the muffled sound of the music as he approached the battered door. His fingers had just brushed the cool metal when he felt arms wrapped around him and he found himself on the roof. He turned slightly and found Billy glaring at him before he advanced and grabbed him pulling him close.
Billy's fingers were so tight on his arms that it felt like they were burrowing under his skin. Steve tried to pull back but his feet slipped on the moss that covered the roof. Billy bared his teeth.
"What are you doing at this shit hole?"
"Nothing to do with you."
"That's where you're wrong Princess."
Billy pulled him close, his cold lips pressed against Steve's fluttering pulse point. His head started to fog as he felt the sharp pointed end of his fangs scrape over his skin. His mind transported back to the night of Tina's party and the delirious pleasure that had coursed through him when they'd pierced his skin.
"You came here to whore yourself out like a cheap trick for any bottom feeder that'll give you attention."
Steve pulled back abruptly. He slid, feeling his right heel dance with the edge of the roof. Billy's eyes flashed glacial gold.
"Return me to the ground. Now."
He found himself in the passenger seat of Billy's car flying back to Hawkins at breakneck speed before he'd even realised he'd moved. He glanced over but Billy was focused on the road ahead. He sighed when he remembered that his car was parked down the road from Pearlo. He hoped nothing happened to it as it was part of his plan to get out of there.
He was surprised when Billy pulled his car into his parent's driveway. The house had a few lights on to give the appearance that someone was home but Steve knew how empty it was inside.
"You don't need to go there."
He could feel Billy's eyes burning into the side of his face as Steve stared at his house. He sighed.
"I need the money."
Billy's teeth glinted in the dim light.
"Not getting enough allowance Princess?"
Steve turned toward him with a glare.
"You don't know me or my situation so why don't you just fuck off."
He reached back and pulled open the door before he stormed from the car and headed towards his front door. He quickly opened it only to find himself on the other side pinned by Billy's much larger body.
"Stop doing that."
Billy pressed his face close to his neck. His words spoke against his skin causing him to shiver.
"I can give you whatever you need and you know I can make it good for you…you don't need anyone else…"
Steve took a shaky breath.
"Think you can afford me?"
"The more important question is do you think you'll want anyone else?"
Billy's cool tongue licked over his pulse and Steve swallowed hard. He knew when Billy was this close he couldn't lie about how much he affected him. Even if he desperately wanted to. A surprisingly soft kiss was placed against his fluttering pulse before he felt the scrape of teeth once more.
"C'mon Sweetheart you remember how good it feels when I bite here…"
He pressed his teeth a little harder until his fangs just pierced his skin. Steve started to pant. Billy pulled back.
"Have you considered what it'll feel like in other places?"
Steve's heart started to jackhammer in his chest. He hadn't considered it but now his mind was filled with the possibilities. He turned as best he could towards Billy who smirked at him and licked over his teeth. Steve pulled away and Billy let him. He walked on shaky legs towards the stairs looking back to make sure Billy followed him. He could feel that prickle on the back of his neck that spoke of danger as Billy prowled after him like a big cat stalking its prey. Only he wanted to be devoured.
He reached his room feeling like he'd run a marathon and instead of sitting on his bed like he'd planned, he flopped down on top of it. He found Billy watching him from the doorway with a bemused look on his face. He seemed content to draw things out but Steve was feeling impatient. Desperate.
"Run out of stamina?"
Billy laughed quietly.
"Just giving you a second to catch your breath, Princess. Wouldn't want to wear you out too fast."
Steve felt frustrated but he knew Billy could and would easily wear him out. However, he knew he had an advantage of his own. He sat up and quickly pulled his sweater over his head and threw it behind him. He threw his shoes and socks on the ground. He held eye contact with Billy then kneeled on the bed as he slowly unzipped his jeans. He turned his head slightly to the side knowing that the thin skin of his neck became almost translucent. Billy's eyes flashed gold as he became focused on it. He cried out as he found himself pinned to the bed by a naked Billy sucking marks into his throat.
He kissed his way down Steve's body, divesting him of the rest of his clothes. He pushed his way in between his legs placing soft fleeting kisses on his thighs. Steve's skin was tingling with anticipation but Billy's kisses didn't grow any harder. Soon he became frustrated again.
"What are you waiting for?"
"For you to tell me how much you want me to."
Steve sighed.
"You don't need me to tell you."
"I know you're a little slut for fangs but I want you to tell me how much you want me to do it."
"Why does it matter?"
"I want to hear it."
Steve rolled his eyes and then through tight lips.
"Please bite me."
"Is that what you say down at Pearlo?"
"No, I…it's different."
"How?"
"Billy, that was just a business thing…I needed money…they needed blood…"
He hissed as Billy pinched his thigh. He looked down, finding his furious face glaring up at him.
"If you want me to bite you, you can never go back there…"
"Why does it matter?"
He suddenly found himself pinned under Billy. His eyes burned with hot golden fury. His fingers dug into Steve's wrists so tight they felt like restraints made of metal.
"Anything you need I can get you…I don't share Princess and you know what I can do for you."
"I…I just want to get out of here once I graduate but I want to do it on my own…"
Billy's face softened as he leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He kissed his way down his throat.
"Anything you need…"
Steve's hands were free and almost on instinct he found himself wrapping them around Billy's shoulders and pulling him closer. He moved his head to the side, barely able to hide his disappointment when Billy pulled back.
"Say it."
He licked his lips. His stomach twisted in anticipation. There was a tremble in his voice.
"Please…I want to feel you…"
Billy's eyes flashed gold like the sun hitting against a mirror before his cool lips were back at his throat. Steve shivered as they kissed their way to his fluttering pulse. He cried out when two pointed fangs pierced his skin and white hot pleasure coursed through his body. Billy's tongue lapped at his skin as his blood flowed into his mouth. He moaned against his skin as his fingers gripped him tight. Steve squirmed as the pleasure became almost too much when Billy pulled back. He looked down at him with hungry eyes and for a moment Steve's heart jackhammered in his chest. That small voice in his head that cried about monsters in the shadows who would devour your soul became a screaming banshee. Billy licked the bright red blood from his lips as his eyes drank in Steve. He stopped breathing.
Billy slowly moved closer until his body was covering Steve once more. He whimpered when he felt how hard they both were. Billy's hand slid past his hip and wrapped around both their cocks. He rubbed them together and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He whined at the taste of his blood on his tongue. Billy kissed him until he was breathless then moved down his body leaving a trail of soft kisses making his skin tingle in anticipation.
A slight breeze was his only indication that Billy had moved when he sunk his teeth into his hip and Steve cried out as pleasure clouded his mind. He felt Billy groan against his skin before he slowly extracted his fangs and continued down his trembling body. He felt a whisper of breath against his cock and looked down to see himself reflected in Billy's dark eyes. He smiled at him and leaned forward to run the tip of his fangs along Steve's hard cock. He felt his breath freeze in his lungs as his cock pulsed and Billy's cool tongue ran along the underside. Steve whimpered. Before he could blink Billy's fangs sank into his inner thigh.
Steve threw his head back on a moan as pre-come from his cock dripped onto his stomach and he felt a slippery finger pressed into his fluttering hole. Billy's fangs sunk in a little deeper, his tongue lapped against his skin and Steve felt that strange cool electricity flow under his skin when another finger was pushed inside. He bit his lip as he wondered if things were going to progress like the other night. When he could no longer fight against the pleasure building within him and embarrassed himself by coming in his underwear with only Billy's fangs in his throat.
He felt his fingers stroke his prostate causing his body to clamp down hard. His stomach twisted.
"Billy…fuck…please…"
Billy pulled back from his thigh and slid back up his body. His mouth was stained scarlet and Steve felt a thrill knowing it was his blood.
"Need something, Sweetheart?"
Steve's mouth felt bone dry so he nodded. Billy's eyes flashed.
"Are you going back there?"
Steve shook his head. Billy watched him for a moment before he moved closer. He captured Steve's lips in a blood-drenched kiss before he pressed his hard cock against his hole.
"Say it."
"I…"
"Tell me I'm the only one who gets to taste you."
"Y-yes…only you…"
Steve tried to brace himself but he still shivered as Billy pushed forward and his oversensitive body struggled to not come at the feeling of being filled. Billy was relentless; he didn't stop until he was pressed up against his prostate and Steve shuddered, his heart racing and his stomach twisted into knots.
Billy moved slowly. His cock gradually moved back until it quickly snapped forward and held tight until Steve thought he was going to die. His body giving itself up to the ultimate pleasure. Billy kept up this pace as he kissed his way down to Steve's trembling throat. He placed a few soft lingering kisses. Steve whimpered as he moved his head to one side begging without words for more.
When Billy's fangs sank back into the wounds on his neck Steve's entire body came alive. That cool tingling building until he became frozen with it. He felt Billy growl against his skin as he increased his pace and Steve's mind filled with colourful static as he came all over his stomach. He felt Billy follow him as he bit down harder before everything went black.
He slowly returned to consciousness. His thoughts were slow and thick like syrup. He wondered if he'd died. He'd been warned about letting a vampire drink from your throat. It was dangerous like teasing a starving animal with a steak. They didn't know when to stop once they got a taste. The door to his room burst open and his heart jumped. He was alive but he could barely move. Billy was standing in the doorway. His skin was shiny with water and he only had a pair of tight-fitted jeans hugging his body as he walked in. Steve could smell food cooking. Billy's eyes travelled over him.
"Finally awake sleeping beauty."
Steve unglued his tongue from the roof of his mouth. His voice was raspy and dry like he'd been screaming for hours.
"What time is it?"
Billy smirked.
"How about what day it is?"
Steve tried to comprehend what he was saying but he was too tired. Billy walked into the room like the king of the jungle and sat on the bed beside him. Steve's body woke up in his proximity.
"I've got some food ready, so you can get your strength back up."
He moved closer until Steve could see the gleam of gold in his eyes.
Make sure to check out this beautiful art of a scene from the first chapter by @raven-cl
Dandelion Wishes - Chapter 6 - Reunited
Steve spends all day avoiding Billy, even skipping gym class when he finds out they are in the same one. He only finds out later that Billy is too busy getting shown around the school for a scheduled run in. He cannot believe he is here, his boy in Hawkins and Steve is hiding in the lavatory by the theater that no one uses because everyone knows the air vents broadcast everything into the theater.
Part of him wants to go track Billy down and reintroduce himself now that they are finally back together. He squashes that and the bubbling elation right back down. Billy did not look for him. Why should he care that he is here now?
Steve leans against a frosted window, foot tapping as he smokes a cigarette ash dusting to the floor. It has been a while since he smoked, Nancy is not a fan and he tries to do what she likes. He should be focusing on her instead of Billy.
Steve nods to himself, mind made up. Nancy, he should go find Nancy. Steve puts the cigarette out on the windowsill smearing ash before jumping down.
“Fuck!” He groans as he sees dandelions pushing up through the cracks in the tile. This has not happened in a long time, he usually has better control than this. It is all Billy’s fault!
I'm sure we remember this pic, except it was reversed (cause mirror). I edited out the reflection & blur and whatnot, changed colors anddd yeah, the result is there :)
