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Steve trips and falls as he runs away from the axe wielding killer that he just witnessed hacking up Nancy's body.

He scrambles trying to get back up but, in the fall, he twisted his ankle.
He turns around feeling the ground for anything he could use as a weapon to defend himself with his heart stops beating for a second before kicking into overdrive as a shadow falls over him.

Panicked he looks up, his breath hitches as his eyes lock with Billy's blown out dark orbs. He licks his lips and swallows trying to find his voice, a whine involuntarily leaving his throat.
His eyes get drawn to Billy’s hand as it squeezes and palms his dick.

He makes a split-second decision, and he bares his neck. Letting his knees fall open, as an invitation.
He bites his lower lip and lets out a whine. "Billy ....”
His fingers dig into the ground, to hide their trembling. He tries to lean into the trembling of his body, hoping, praying that Billy will see it as a sign of lust and not the fear paralysing him.

------ pov shift ---------

Billy grunted as he tried pulling his axe free from Nancy's smashed skull. He placed his left foot on her neck, digging his heal down into a deep laceration for extra leverage. His mind was finally blissfully still.

He didn't remember what finally pushed him over the edge, but the outcome of snap was glorious. For the first time he felt like he was truly in control and free. As his axe finally comes free, splattering his face in blood and brain matter, movement catches his eyes. There in the periphery of his sight stands Steve Harrington, the object that haunts his every thought and dream.

He angles his head down to look at the body at his feet, a smirk gracing his lips as he squeezes his forming chub. He can't believe his luck. He must be dreaming to

have had his pretty boy watching him butcher the bitch that broke him.

His body screams at him as he gives chase. His muscles feel heavy and start cramping, but his desire to catch *his* pretty boy keeps pushing him forward, past the stabbing pain in his legs, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth as he pulls in air.

Again his luck holds true as he watches Steve trip and fall. He uses those precious moments to catch his breath and center himself. He can't help himself as he ogles Steve scrambling to get up. He reaches down, gripping himself as he watches Steve realizes who was chasing him down.

His lips part in a groan as he hears Steve's involuntarily whine. He rubs the heel of his palm against his quickly hardening dick. He can feel his shorts growing damp under his ministrations.

He smirks as their eyes lock, his grip on the axe behind his back tightens. He briefly mourns at the thought of having to killing Steve. His breath hitches and his eyes widen as he watches Steve baring his neck in submission and spreading his legs open. His eyes are glued to Steve's mouth as he whines his name and bites his lips.

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Steve wakes up in stages, he leans in to the solid warmth behind him, the heavy arm around his hip tightens around him. His pulse starts racing as his brain catches up to him that the body behind him is very naked and of the male persuasion.

He he starts panicking as he's momentarily disoriented and confused about how he ended up in this situation. He gets pulled back against a hard chest, a nose nuzzles into the nape of his neck as an exhaled 'baby' reaches his ears. A cold dread creeps up his spine he does his best to swallow down the bile he feels churning in his stomach.

Bloody kisses flash past his minds eye. His skin crawls as he remembers the tacky feeling of Nancy blood drying against his skin. He slowly and carefully leaves the bed. He forces himself to walk on unsteady legs to his bathroom. He can feel Billy's bloody hands ghosting along his body. Images of Billy kneeling between his legs flash in his mind.

He can still feel him caressing the side of his face with such reverence. He let's him tilt his chin up, a soft gasp leaves his lips as Billy gently presses their lips together.

Steve grips the edges of the sink tightly as he stares at himself in the mirror. He hardly recognise himself. His face is still the same, his hair has it's normal shine. Billy had carefully washed and conditioned his hair the night before. Had lovingly cleaned all the dried and flaking blood from his body.
He quickly moves to the toilet and drops to his knees as he starts dry heaving. His ears as suddenly filled with the squelching of an axe hitting flesh. The memory of a frantic Johnathan finding them in that comprising position. His desperate please about finding help because someone had killed nancy.

Steve looks up at Johnathan with pleading eyes as Billy turns his head and glares at him. He sees the moment that Johnathan sees the discarded axe next to them and the blood smeared between them. Steve watch Billy and Jonathan diving for the axe at the same time. Neither gets it as they start grappling with each other. Johnathan is yelling at them about how they killed Nancy. Billy laughs hysterical with manic glee as he taunts him.

Steve's frozen in place, chest heaving as he watches them grappling, punching, kicking, biting anything to get the upper hand. What feels like an eternity, Jonathan has Billy pinned to the floor with a rock in hand. Billy's chest is heaving heavily, his face is bloody as he turns his head to Steve and smiles " hey pretty boy".

He doesn't realise he's moving until he hears Jonathan groaning, the sickening squelch and thud of the axe getting embedded in the back of his head and the warm unexpected gush of blood that hits him. Steve's eyes widen in horror, he let's go of the axe as he steps back. Jonathan's body slumps against Billy's.

The next flashes are off Billy cooing praises in his ears. Connecting the police, destroying evidence and fudge others. The trip to the hospital where Billy gets his wounds looked at. The police preliminary interviews, every step of the way Billy is there. Praising him, enveloping him with petnames and words of love.

A heavy warm hand lands gently between his shoulder blades as gentle fingers card through his hair. He's quickly pulled out of the memories of the last 72 hours and leans in to the gentle warmth and love. He close his eyes and sighs, letting himself be luld into a false sense of safety.

His pulse starts racing as he realises that he's trapped in a prison of his own making

~POV Shift~

Billy can't believe his luck as he stares down at Steve Harrington, legs spread, throat bared, lower lip puffing up from him biting it and his body trembling. It takes every thing in himself not to pinch himself.

He drops to his knees between his boys. He unconsciously drops the axe at Steve's hip as he slowly reaches out to touch his arm. He telegraphs the movement, scared Steve will rebuff him. When he gets no negative reaction, he slowly caresses his bicep. " You're unreal princess."

He shuffles closer, his eyes never leaving Steve's face. He slowly lifts his hand to touch his cheek. He stops midair when Steve flinches. Guilt wrecks him, the last time they were this close, his hand near Steve's face, it was balled up tightly and caused his boy to walk around with a black eye for months. "Baby, please?" His hand hovers frozen mere inches away from his cheek.

He let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Steve leans his cheek against his hand. His shoulders uncoil with relief of being accepted. He strokes his cheek with feather ligt touches, the cooling tacky blood leaving light red streaks. He brings his other hand from his bicep to softly cup his cin, angling his face up. He slowly leans in, he fights every instinct to close his eyes.

The second their lips touch Billy whines. He's instantly addicted to the soft plushness, how they slot against his, how he can still taste the lipsmackers he's use. Strawberry might just have become his favourite. He licks Steve's lips gently groaning as the lips under his part a little. He uses his hold on his chip to change the angle, moving them into a more comfortable position as he licks the inside of his mouth. He shudders and groans into the kiss as he explodes in his pants. Steve's tounge had reciprocated his ministrations and had chased him in to his own mouth.

He slowly pulls back, breaking the kiss, he smiles softly as Steve chase him. Steve let's out a heartbreakingly haunted whine. " shhh baby, I'm here. I'm yours doll" He leans their foreheads together, breathing in the same air. He moves up kissing his forehead, he rubs his nose the lushes soft locks. He thinks he's found his second favourite drug, the sweet floral notes of his hair products, mixed with his musky sweat makes his spent dick kick up valiantly.
He drags his nose down the leftside of his face, rubbing their cheeks softly togather, leaving more tacky blood smears. He nuzzles in to the side of his neck, nips at his earlobe playfully " You're absolutely gorgeous doll. Shhhh it's okay I've got you, I'll always have you pretty boy"

Everything happens so fast, as if he's in a rollercoaster. One second he has Steve pliant in his arms, seeking his touches, letting out little breathy moans with every sweet word and kiss, in the next the Freak Byers stumbles upon them, bursting their perfectly tranquil bubble. He's rambling in sheer panic about finding Nancy's body, he wants to kick himself for not concealing what's left of her body, to him lunging for his axe.

He's hardly aware of the damage Jonathan cause him. He laughs manically, spitting out blood in his face as the freak won't shut up about the prissy slut. Somehow he ends up pined to the ground, he can feel the sudden spike of adrenaline depleting. He suddenly feels so drained as he notices him gripping a rock and raising his arm up above his head. He turns his head to look at Steve, HIS pretty boy, HIS obsession, HIS. He trys hard to memorise his face " Hey pretty boy, it's okay" He gives him a sweet smile, his eyes closing.

Time stops as he thinks he's about to die, his last thoughts are consumed with Steve. He hears a loud squelching thud, a gurgling huff, as a heavy weight slumps onto of him, it's a loud retching sound that finally makes time start again. The first thing he sees as his eyes snap open is his axe berried deep in the base of his skull, he looks around wildly as he pushes the dead weight off him.

He gets his knees under him just as he spots Steve, now dry heaving, his body shaking with the effort. He crawls over to him, uncaring of his own injuries or what he's crawling through. He just needs to get to HIS boy, he promised he'd always have him. He pulls Steve flush against chest, holding him, shhhing him, rubbing his back as HIS body body wrakes with every Labourd and panicked breath. After what feels like an hour, a lifetime, he gently lifts Steve's face put of his neck and cups his cheeks in both hands with so much love and adoration. He searches out his eyes before leaning down and kissing him with an unbridled hunger.

He doesn't care about the blood, bile, brain matter, hair and other things as he devours him, trying to pull all the nastiness out of HIS precious boys mouth and soul. He pulls back and presses their foreheads together again " fuck pretty baby, you did so good. You're okay now, you kept us safe. I'm so great full to you baby. Now I'm gonna keep us save. You did so good baby, so good. My gorgeous strong princess" He whipes away Steve's tears before kissing his eyes featherly soft. " I promise Stevie I will take care of you, us."

The next hours pass in blurred haze. After taking care of his boy, he is his only priority that will always take precedent. He cleans up both crime scenes as much as his exhausted body will let. He stages a scene of the freak killing his cheating slut of a girlfriend in a drug fueld rage. Once the police arrive with an ambulance the whole camp has been notified. His precious boy hasn't left his side, has al the while keeping them attached by touch. Even while he's holding two of the brats tightly against him, his heart swell that his stepsister is one. Both ambulance and police try to separate him, but Steve's panicked whining and begging, keeps them togather.

In the hospital HIS boy snoozes a while, his hand in a death grip. Hopper comes and goes unable to get them alone. A doctor says HIS baby is nearly catatonic and want to keep him. But after getting looked at, stitched up and getting shots he just wants to take HIS baby home. They are both wearing itchy scrubs but any skin that wasn't injured is still covered in dried, itchy and flaking blood. Hopper takes them to Loc Nora and before the chief can say anything he's out of the car, helping Steve out and has taken them inside.

Once inside with the door securely locked, the chain latched in place he let's himself slump against the door, his hands start shaking. He can feel his body start to trembling, he's close to crashing. HIS boy tucks himself into his side, trying to hide from the world, he can't give in just yet. He wraps his arm around Steve, berries his nose in hair and kisses the top of his head. He takes a few more long moments, enjoying HIS baby in arms, coming to him for help, needing him.

He slowly leads them upstairs, helping Steve navigating the steps, his hand softly on his back, just letting him know he's got him. He hears HIS baby murmuring were his room is, as if he's never been here before. As if he's never walked around the empty house imagining a life together, a life he thought was just a dream. As if he hasn't laid in Steve's bed a hundred times, humping his matres, smothering himself against his pillows, as if he hasn't ... But now, NOW he doesn't have to sneak in, be quiet, step around squeaky steps and floor boards. NOW he can be loud, he can just be.

He leads HIS boy straight in too his bathroom and gently helps him sit on the closed lid of the toilet, and if Steve notices the practice eas and familiarity he uses to gather his hair care products and sets the shower to his preferred temperature, he doesn't mention it. Billy peppers his face in soft kisses as he slowly starts undressing him. He takes the utmost care, letting his hands stroke exposed skin. He crouchs down to remove his socks, seeks eye contact before taking a deep breath and slowly pulling down the scratchy hospital pants. As hard as he trys he can't resist groaning, leaning in to rub his face against his underwear clad groin.

By his calculations they haven't showered or been given clean underwear is two and a half days. It should disgust him, should make him pull back, but he inhales deeply, pushes his nose harder into it. Pulling back is a Herculean task, but he knows HIS boy is exhausted and needs his sleep. He kisses his stomach before pulling down his underwear, leaving him bare. He squeezes himself hard to stop himself from cuming at finally being able to just look. Take him in, in all his glory. He wants too kiss, lick and bite every mole, every blemish that just adds to his beauty.

" Baby, look at you. You're a walking wet dream, so pretty". As he looks up he sees his brows furrow and his nose scrunch up as he hunches in on himself. Billy reaches up and cups his cheek, stroking his thumb under his eye. "So pretty baby, but also so strong. Such a protective princess. Your always looking out for the gaggle of gremlins that fallow you around. You protected us from Byers, stood up to Hopper. Your so good to me Baby, I don't deserve you"

As he gets up, he pulls off his own borrowed shirt before shimmying out of his pants and underwear. He grimaces a little as the dried spunk pulls on his pubic hairs. He turns back to Steve and helps him stand. He can't help pulling him in close, holding him tightly against his chest. Feeling HIS boys naked skin pressed against his sends a thrill up his spine, his dick starts chubbing up. He kisses the top of Steve's head.

He opens the glass shower door, letting the warm steam hit them as he guides Steve under the rain shower. Again he can not believe his luck that Mrs. Harrington had the newst type of showers installed in all the bathrooms, even though she probably never uses them. He quickly starts HIS boys hair care routine. After gently washing the shampoo suds out, he applies the conditioner and swaps places as it sets. He runs his hands through his own hair enjoying the warm water hitting his skin. He quickly washes his own hair, forgoing the conditioner, and uses some ridiculously over priced flowery bodywash to scrub the dried blood from his skin.

He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns towards HIS boy. "You ready doll?". When he gets a yes he switches places with him. He grabs the bodywash again and the loofah next to it. He starts by gently and tenderly washing Steve's neck, shoulders and back, he peppers kisses al long the way down. When he reaches HIS boys lower back, he kneels down behind him, Steve starts turning at the action, a question of his lips. "It's okay pretty boy, just turn around and let me do all the work". Steve turns back around, his body tens but not as tens as a few minutes ago.

Billy starts washing his feet and the back of his legs, working his way up again, leaving kisses in his wake. He leans back and just appreciates the magnificent ass in front of him. He subconsciously takes himself in hand and leisurely strokes his hardening dick. He let's go with a groan before soaping up his ass, messaging the cheeks lovingly. So close he can't keep his self-control in check, he's only human. He parts his cheeks, groaning at the sight of the untouched furreld ring. He shhhes HIS boy when he let's out an exclamation of surprise. Before HIS boy can move away he berries his face between his cheek, kissing and licking the tight ring of muscle that clenches. "Relax baby, it's OK I've got you. You taste so good princess, my perfect boy" His voice is muffled, but Steve relaxes a little at that.

Billy goes back to licking his ring, one of his hands moves from his ass and reaches towards Steve's dick. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back slightly as simultaneously his tongue slips past his ring and he finds HIS boys member slowly chubbing up. He smiles against his skin as he thrusts his tongue in and out of Steve, switching it up by sucking on the muscle and stroking Steve's cock. His own erection stands up, weeping, begging for attention, he reaches down and gathers some precum on his fingers. He brings his hand back up and rubs his hole, mixing spit and his own precum together before pushing them in togather.

He groans loudly at how easy HIS boy takes it. Steve's soft moans, pants, the musky smell and taste of Steve have him higher than any drug ever could. He gather spit in his mouth before spitting it on his rim before leaning back down and adding his tung next to his finger. He adds a second finger, spreading them slightly, testing how tight HIS boy is. He smirks as Steve gives a full body shudder, he had finally found what he was looking for. He relentlessly starts stroking his prostate with each thrust of his fingers. He strokes HIS boy through his orgasem, milking his cock for all of his cum. He doesn't want to overstimulate HIS boy while he's in such a vunreble state, he doesn't want him to fear his touches. He with draws his hand with great difficulty pulls his face back and stands up. He holds one cheek apart after pulling his fingers out, while he grabs his own dick with cum covered hand. It only takes him a few strokes before he's drenching his hole in cum, while moaning his name. Billy can't resist pushing some of their combined spunk into his fluttering hole.

He watches mournfully as the water washes him marking HIS boy. He pulls Steve back against his chest and just holds him while they stand under the slowly cooling water. He feels him slowly sagging as the exhausting hits hard, post orgasmic bliss. Reluctantly he finishes washing him, it's more hurried but none the less tenderly. He shuts off the shower and wraps HIS boy up in a warm fluffy towel. Steve bats his hands away as he trys to dry him off, he throws his hands up and steps back with a small smile. He keeps an eye on him as he walks to sink and grabs a new toothbrush from the cabinet under it, again HIS BOY doesn't question it, vocaly atleast. The warm water and orgasam togather must have brought him out of his near catatonic state. But that's potentially a problem for tomorrow.

He watches his Steve through the mirror as he brushes his teeth and uses the mouth wash to rinse, he doesn't think HIS BOY has ever had his pretty ass eaten out and Billy doesn't think he'd open to kissing right after, at least not now. Once they are both dry and have brushed their teeth he gently leads him in his room, again he walks straight to his chest of drawers and pulls out a pair of pajamas pants and hands them over. He walks to the window and closes the curtains, and drops his towel, as much as he'd love to flash Steve's neighbours he doesn't think HIS BOY will see the humour in it. He turns to watch him pulling on his pajama bottoms, he can clearly read the hesitation in Steve's body and the questioning look he shoots him. " Go on baby, let's get tucked up in bed. We both deserve some rest princess. Tomorrow we will talk, I promise doll".

Billy walks over to the bed and slips in, holding the blanket open for him and pats the bed. After a few seconds of hesitation HIS BOY get in to the bed, and he pulls him flush in his arms. He fights sleep as long as he can, just watching the ethiral being in arms, listening to his breath eventually evens out in sleep. He doesn't realise he fell asleep until the sounds of someone violently dry heaving wakes him, his eyes snap open, not feeling HIS BOY against him he quickly puts two and two and gets out of bed, briskly walking into the bathroom. He finds him kneeling before the toilet. Billy walks over and gently strokes his back with one hand while the other brushes his bangs aside " Baby"

~Epilogue~

Nothing will ever beat the first time he saw HIS BABY covered in blood, the way his body trembled, how wide his eyes were. But the sight never gets old or any less gorgeous. Byers is and will probably be his only kill, he doesn't come with to do the stalking, the hunting but he's there to watch their pray exhale their last breath. He's there too kiss and lick the blood from his hands and face, open en willing for his bloody fingers, to use their blood as lube.