My first shmafton fic!!
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Warning: sm*t ahead!!
Minors dni!!
(Knifepl*y involved, Small mentions of blo*d, bondage)
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It had been 3 months since the whole animatronic incident...since Mike found out that Vanessa had been lying to him. He hadn't talked to her since that day... He didn't want to.
They still haven't repaired all the damages done to the house from the animatronics. They wouldn't get fixed for a long time. Micheal didn't make that kind of money after all...
Things had somewhat returned to normal other than traumatizing memories and their mutilated house. Mike was hoping to completely forget this ever happened. He was content with never hearing the name "Freddy'' or "Afton" ever again, but of course that's not the case.
Micheal afton was plotting.... He wanted mike dead. Simply hurting him wasn't enough he wanted to watch the life leave his pathetic eyes. In Micheal's eyes his father's death was entirely mike's fault. He would be the one to pay. Micheal was gonna make damn sure of that...
He conspired a plan to lure Mike somewhere discreet....definitely not Freddy's...it would take a miracle to get him to step foot into there again...or a bat and some rope but Micheal wanted the element of surprise. He loved watching his victims realize they walked straight into their own deaths. Their faces were always priceless. Micheal relished in it. He lived for it.
He had studied Mike long enough to know just about everything about him...including his sensitive information...his contacts, his phone apps or more specifically the dating app he kept hidden...
Micheal knew how he was gonna lure mike...disguising himself under a fake name he uses the stolen information to match with mike...making himself appealing to him enough to set up a date...it was genius!...innocently inviting Mike over to his house for a 'date' then killing him where he stands.
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Mike was nervous...it's been so long since he's been on a date...he looked down at his phone at the text from "Wendell"
...this guy seemed nice enough, mike figured it was time to get back out there.
He dressed...somewhat nice, in a wrinkly button up and the nicest pair of jeans he owned...heading out the door with some lame ass excuse of working another night shift so Abby wouldn't pry into his desolate love life. He drove to the location he was given,
"Nice house" he thought scoping the place out for any signs of weirdo behavior...
It was a normal house so mike stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door.
His face pales as the door swung open. Sharp Grey eyes lock onto his...hes met with a sickening smile...almost eerie.
"Hello again, mike"
His voice was strained like he couldn't contain his excitement
Mike immediately turned to leave but he was yanked inside by the back of his shirt the door shut and locked and micheal stood before him, a crazed look in his eyes
"I cant believe you fell for that!"
He laughed...it was a very unsettling laugh that send chills down mike's spine.
No sane person laughed like that, and Micheal was no sane person. That much was obvious.
"Really? are you that desperate for love you agreed to come to some strangers house? You're really more gullible than I thought mikey...."
He tsked
"And here I thoguht you'd be a fun challenge"
He shifted his hand from the back of his shirt to his hair grabbing a fistful and yanking his head down making him hiss in pain, their faces inches apart he whispered menacingly. Micheal himself didn't look very menacing...or very strong at that...Mike could probably snap him in half but it was the crazed look in his eyes that scared mike.
"You took my father from me...you took EVERYTHING FROM ME!"
he spat with a snarl his lip twitched in anger...he wanted to make micheal sorry for what he did...he didnt just wanna kill him, he wanted to torture him.
Some sick part of micheal loved seeing him in pain. Call it a kink or some perverted sense of satisfaction but this was definitely working for Micheal...he was gonna have fun with this...
"Too bad you weren't smarter mike. Now...you're gonna be sorry"
Mike tried to remain calm despite freaking out inside...he didn't expect this deranged psycho to be his date so he was completely unprepared...no weapons or anything. He needed a plan, quick.
"You don't have to do this Micheal...you're not your father"
"SHUT UP!"
he growled
"I wasn't finished speaking...now be a good little pet and shut your fucking mouth for once okay?"
Micheal grinned evilly his breath ghosting over mikes cheek he whispered in his ear which was oddly hot but mike didnt dwell on it considering his life was in danger.
"You're about to feel pain beyond comprehension...im gonna break you....you'll be begging me to let you die"
Micheal laughs
"Oh I cant wait to hear your screams..."
He hums shortly and giggles like a kid who's doing something they're not supposed to be doing
"Those pretty screams"
During Micheal's evil speech mike had come up with the best plan he could muster which was socking micheal in the face. He clutches his jaw stumbling back pain shot through him all throughout his face and straight to his groin. He was PISSED. yet strangely aroused at how strong mike was. Touching the now bruised spot his stomach flutters he looked at mike.
"You little-"
He didn't get a chance to throttle him because mike punched him in the nose he stumbled back leaning on the wall clutching his nose. Blood dripped down from his hand. He couldn't fight back his shit eating grin.
Mike was about to beat him to a pulp but froze at the now very visible tent in Micheal's pants...what kind of freak was he? Getting his ass beat and popping a boner?? mike took a step back a bit disgusted but also...intruiged
"Dude...are you hard?"
Micheal didn't waste time switching their positions pushing Mike against the wall and pulling the knife from his waistband he presses it to mikes throat
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth...maybe I should carve out that pretty tongue of yours...that'll shut you up"
Micheal pressed their hips together, Mike felt the unmistakable hard on pressed against his thigh...this had taken a drastic turn...Mike was contemplating with wether he liked this or not...he didnt wanna like it...micheal was trying to kill him after all...but feeling his cock pressed against his leg it was hard to say no...
Micheal seemed to hold the assumption he was in charge...he was the one holding the knife after all...Mike could easily change that...micheal was...to put it simply...a twink.
Not much muscle...tall lanky...and a bit pathetic. Clearly a masochist. He's practically begging to be topped.
The thoguht intruiged mike...intrigued him enough to make his jeans feel tight. Of course the smug bastard noticed
He grinned maliciously
"Oh? ...you like this mikey? You like my knife pressed against your throat? You like the fear? The adrenaline?...i didn't take you for a slut"
He laughs
Mike huffed at the insult...he's clearly projecting...its obvious in the needy look in Micheal's eyes...this guy was starting to piss him off..he wanted to put this twink in his place...
So mike grabs the hand with the knife holding it up above both of their heads trying to get him to drop the knife hit despite Micheal's lanky appearance he was stronger than he looked.
They wrestled for the knife neither one willing to give into submission. Though micheal was strong, mike was stronger and had effectively pinned micheal face down onto the distasteful purple couch with his knee on the other man's back his hands pinned to his back and his face smushed against the cushions.
Micheal struggled to get up not very happy at being so easily manhandled
"Get off of me you oaf! I'll fucking kill you!"
Despite his objections he couldn't deny how much he liked being pinned down...but he wanted to be in control not this...narcoleptic boyloser. At least that's what he told himself.
He thrashed around but mike didnt let up instead he took off his tie binding Micheal's hands together behind his back
"Sit still..."
He grumbled effectively rendering Micheal's hands as useless he leans down whispering in Micheal's ear grabbing the knife micheal had and pressing it to his throat.
"Now stay."
He commanded and for some reason micheal actually listened. Like something in his brain snapped. Whatever it was Micheal obeyed...
Mike chuckles
"It's that easy, huh?...this is how I get you to shut up? By tying you up and threatening you?"
By now Micheal had been reduced to a puddle of pure bottom. He huffed
"Shut up"
There was no heat behind his words it sounded more like a whine than anything
He felt mike's breath on his ear and his groin pressed against his lower back as well as the knife pressed against his throat...that of which he found the most exciting, and he lost all composure he had left. he rested his forehead on the cushion and bit his lip. He wanted mike to ruin him.
He pathetically started grinding his hips onto the couch below him or up into mike's groin desperate for some sort of friction letting out tiny whimpers.
Mike grabs the taller man's hips keeping him still but kept the tent in his jeans pressed against Micheal's ass. Pulling him forward mike was now awkwardly on his knees. Face still pressed to the cushion...not that he minded.
He gasped as mike started undoing his belt unable to fight back a smile
Once his belt was off mike tugged at his pants and almost choked at what he saw...
A dark purple thong hugging the man's ass....quite nicely mike just stared dumbfounded.
"Holy shit..."
Micheal hid his face in the cushion his cheeks burning crimson...he forgot he had those on.
How embarrassing...
He was so unbelievably turned on right now and he hated it...the feeling of his cock pressed against the restricting fabric was making him go crazy.
"You can go ahead and kill me now..."
He muttered his voice muffled by the cushion
Mike chuckles running his hands over Micheal's ass
"Now this is an interesting sight..."
He dragged the knife down Micheal's back gently...teasingly making his back arch he occasionally applied a little bit of pressure little buds of blood contrasted against his pale skin he trailed it down to his lower back making micheal shiver.
The shorter man leans down lapping at the small amount of blood on the man's back micheal let out a loud needy whine
"Fuck!...please- mike..."
He whined patheticly mike almost felt sorry for him...
He undid his own belt taking his cock out of his boxers.
As soon as Micheal felt the tip rub along his ass he completely lost it
"Yes! Please mike ruin me" *He grinded his hips back into mikes cock making mike groan he gripped his hips again
"Fuck...sit still you little brat"
Micheal begrudgingly obeyed he was shaking a bit from excitement but he was for the most part still mike moved the fabric out of his way spreading open the man's cheeks for better access
Mike pressed the tip into the man's entrance. Micheal let out probably thr most whorish moan mike's ever hears in his life...this guy sounded like a fucking porn star...
He was clearly into this so mike pushed in further as micheal barely contained his moans. Starting at a slow pace he began to pick up speed...he wanted to ruin him but not hurt him...not too much at least. But after a bit of begging from Micheal, insisting he can take it and demanding he go faster mike caved in giving the man what he wants.
Holding onto his hips for stability he rammed his cock in and out of the whiney mess below him. Micheal was in utter bliss his eyes rolled back into his head and occasionally squeezed shut when mike would hit a certain spot. Mike could clearly tell what he liked by how loudly the man moaned.
If he'd pull Micheal's hair he'd whine and mutter mike's name and if he used the
Knife Micheal would moan....loudly. Mike was pretty sure the neighbors could hear them.
Eventually mike felt the familiar heat pooling in his stomach he leaned down still snapping his hips into micheal he palmed the man through through the thin lacy fabric. Micheal moaned and writhed muttering nonsense as he came undone in the underwear. Mike wasn't too far behind him chasing his release. Unloading inside of micheal his arms wobble barely able to hold himself up. Micheal was panting still mumbling gibberish both of them coming down from their high.
Mike took a minute to breathe before he processed what actually happened...
He hated how much he liked it...he hated how he wanted to do it again.
He stood up tucking himself back into his jeans. Micheal whines but it was now in a more needy/bratty way
"Untie meee...my arms are sore"
Right...he was still tied up.
Mike undid the tie letting micheal sit up and fix himself as well.
He was about to leave but micheal had stopped him.
"Hey don't leave yet...you do this to all your dates?"
He pouted
"This wasn't a date you tried to kill me"
Mike rightfully accused.
"But I didnt!"
Micheal retorted much like a child.
"Here"
He put a piece of paper into mike's pocket and squeezed his ass with a wink
"Come and see me again, I haven't had that much fun in a long time"
Inside his car mike took out the paper
It was a badly scribbled phone number and a heart....what a dork...he thought.
He considered the option of coming back...on the drive home considering what else might happen if he took Micheal up on that option....
