[Even before Billy steps through the pale light something in Steve's brain is telling him to get the fuck out of here. Chainsaw murders don't seem Hargrove's style, but even so-- there's something wrong here.
There's no helping the sharp inhale when he does finally see Billy, his eyes growing wide with shock. ] What the-- [ He'd never really seen Will Byers when he was possessed, but the dark veins remind him of the dark roots in the tunnels beneath Hawkins. Max had been right, apparently. Billy, who knew nothing about all the shit that went down in Hawkins, was mixed up right in the middle of it. God fucking damnit.
He hasn't run from anything since that day he ran back into the Byers house when Nancy and Jonathan needed him. He'll be damned if he runs now.
With a bravado he doesn't feel, and which he's sure Billy will see right through:] You don't look so great, man.
You don't say. [ He reaches forward and grabs Steve by the shirt, pulling him in closer. He's barely putting forth any effort at all; it's like Steve is light as a feather.
He licks his lips. ] Alright, Harrington. I'll give you one chance. [ And he throws Steve down to the floor, resting one palm against his chest to hold him down. ] If you can get up, I'll let you go.
[ At what point will Harrington know that he's screwed? Will Billy be able to tell by the look in his eyes? ]
[ Through the pain of being thrown back down, Steve hears again plant your feet, which is ridiculous given he's already on the ground.
The hand on his chest pushes back against him as he tries to sit back up and Steve locks eyes with Billy. For half a second he seriously considers trying to run; a good punch to daze Billy and he could be out of here. But the dark veins and the hair and the-- everything make him pause. This thing doesn't seem the benevolent type.
He keeps pushing against the hand, but doesn't move to run. ] Or you could just let me go.
[ What had happened to Will last time? He'd been possessed and they'd had to heat the thing out of him. It's not likely Steve can do that here.
His only chance is for the kids to go to Hopper and for them to find his car. ]
[ He laughs again, and there's something a little more sinister in it this time. ] Why would I do that? I've finally got you.
[ Finally, because he's been wanting him for a long damn time. It seems silly to deny that now. Being into Steve and being judged for it seem like pretty petty concerns next to everything else that was happening to him.
He leans in and licks Steve's neck, taking his sweet damn time making it all the way up to his jawline before he pulls back again. ] You're mine now, prettyboy.
[ The frantic analysis (the moon was up so a few hours had passed, surely they'd know he was missing by now) comes to a screeching halt at the warmth licking it's way up Steve's neck.
What the fuck?
A heartbeat passes as he stares up at Billy, frozen in place-- confused and more scared than he's been so far. Then he reacts, shoving at Billy's shoulders and chest with a surge of adrenaline, pushing away at any part of him that he can reach. ]
Let me the fuck up, Hargrove!
[ Steve's dick, traitor that it is, isn't sharing in his confusion or fear. ]
[ Billy backing down doesn't reassure him. If anything, he's more wary than ever as he sits up and then stands cautiously. He's ready for Billy to jump him at any minute. Even without adding something from another dimension into the mix, Billy Hargrove was an unpredictable force of nature.
He rubs his arm on his neck where Billy had licked him, part of him still wanting just to turn tail and run because of it.]
What happened to you, Hargrove?
[ Eyes warily on Billy, he steps backward and away from Billy. He isn't going to run, not yet. Not until he knows what's happening. ]
Shit, I don't know. Maybe something none of you cared to tell me about. [ Billy knew that he didn't exactly make himself open to the possibility of a serious conversation like that. Who'd tell some huge secret to the guy that was antagonizing them at all hours of the day?
But no one said Billy Hargrove was rational, and so that didn't stop him from being bitter about it. Maybe he could've avoided this, could've kept his humanity, if only he knew.
There was no use in dwelling on it, though. All he could do was drag Steve down with him. ] You should really be more concerned with yourself and less about me.
Steve is only half listening, more concerned with watching Billy's body language and getting ready in case of sudden movement. Also, he's concerned that this might not even be Hargrove he's talking to. Hadn't Will been taken over by the thing and made to say all kinds of shit, maybe the same was happening now.]
Why don't we hop in my car and go see if we can't do something about all your... whatever this is.
[Because Eleven's crazy mind powers could totally sort this out, right?
Nah, we're not going to do that. [ Billy alone might have agreed to it, but the part of him that was the mind flayer definitely didn't want anyone trying to 'cure' him and that part was getting louder and louder.
He lunges forward. It's a fake-out; he just wants to see what Steve does in response. ]
[ He flinches back, tripping over his feet and stumbling back before getting his balance again. He can feel his heart racing, adrenaline pounding and his better judgement at war between: run the fuck away and he's faster than me, that's a dumb idea. ]
So, what-- you gonna come and lick me again, Hargrove? Fun way to spend your Saturday night.
[ This feels like the worst game of cat and mouse he's ever played, and Steve is sure that right now he's not the cat. Billy's stronger and faster, and messed up with some kind of bad shit. All Steve has is the fact that Billy seems to want to play a game. ]
Oh, we can have plenty of fun, Harrington. I've wanted you for a long, long time. [ Well, more like a few months but when you were a thirsty and sexually confused teenager that could seem like a long time.
He holds out his hand. ] Come here. [ That's not a request, it's an order, and his voice seems deeper when he says it. ]
The hair rises on the back of Steve's neck as things click into place, which at once makes things very clear but also a whole lot less clear at the same time. There's too much adrenaline coursing through him to think clearly, to figure out how much of this is serious and how much is Hargrove or the monster messing with him.
There's no room at all to think about his own reaction.
He swallows, jaw tightening in apprehension and fear and something almost like anticipation as he stands his ground. ] What's the magic word?
[ He chuckles. That's Steve Harrington for you. Not backing down, even in the face of something like this. Maybe he still was King Steve, in some ways. But Billy likes a challenge.
He still holds out his hand. Still smiles. But his tone isn't quite so friendly anymore. ]
[ The voice sends shivers up his spine, and Steve feels a thrill of fear and--
God fucking damnit he is not getting a boner right now he is not getting a boner because he isn't fucking thirteen years old anymore ]
Keep trying, Billy. You'll get it eventually.
[ There's enough fear in him now that standing still really doesn't seem like an option anymore. Steve takes another slow, careful step away. His mind (ignoring his dick) keeps racing, trying to think clearly. ]
You know, if you'd told me you wanted to mash faces all those months ago, we could have saved my ass a beating. [ Is that helpful? Say literally anything to keep him talking and a few steps away? Surely that'll help. ]
[ His eyes flick down to Steve's pants, and then back up again. Oh. He should have known better than to expect Steve to come to him willingly, even if - especially if - there was a part of him that wanted to.
Steve needed to be caught. He had way too much pride to just surrender. Alright, then. ]
And where's the fun in just giving everything away from the start like that? I enjoy a good chase. [ A beat. And then Billy's off, ready to either run after Steve or just tackle him to the ground if he doesn't run. ]
At first he isn't running to anywhere, so much as from Billy and this entire situation. This isn't like at Byers' house, there's no one here to save except himself and that'll be a close fucking thing.
But he spots a door on the far side of mill and floors it. He's just got to get out the door and down the street and then go for help.
He's just got to get there before Billy. Billy who's behind him and running and who apparently enjoys a good chase.
[ Steve should be the faster one. Billy's bulky and strong, but he's not built for speed. Steve knows that as well as he does, so he lets him have that bit of hope for a moment. That he'll be able to get outside and back to his car, away from this nightmare.
He lets him get to the door. Lets him swing it open and get outside. The open night sky must be such a comforting sight at a time like this.
The reprieve is short lived. Sorry, Harrington. Billy can't run away from what's happening to him, and neither can you. The sound of his heavy boots falling against the ground grows quicker and closer. He shouldn't be able to run this fast, no one should be able to run that fast, but a few seconds later the weight of Billy's body slams into Steve as he tackles him to the ground. ]
[ Steve is faster than Billy. He knows it, because he's learned if he can outrun him in basketball there are fewer opportunities for the guy to just bowl him over.
So when he gets through the door and out into the night -eyes scanning desperately for something familiar or a car or anything at all- he thinks he's home free. He speeds up, no longer cursing his jeans for making it harder to run in and pleased he's in trainers rather than--
The solid weight of Billy Hargrove slamming him to the ground is familiar. The air's knocked out of Steve's lungs and his head bounces off the pavement, making him sore, disoriented, and panicked. Aware he should be resisting but unable to put any real strength into it.
[ Shit. Was he knocked out again? Billy was sick of waiting. He turns Steve over onto his back, so he can look him in the eyes and make sure he's still conscious.
Alright, good, a little dazed but still here. Billy smiles. ]
Do you get it yet, Harrington? [ That there's no escape. That Billy's going to keep him as long as he damn well wants to, and given how over-invested he was in their rivalry already that could be a long time.
He kneels down over Steve, his knees touching Steve's hips, and dips down to kiss him on the neck. ]
[ His vision is blurred and breathing is an effort, but he can feel how ineffectually he's pushing at Billy.
He shivers at the feeling of his mouth, body completely mixed up in it's reaction but his brain very much aware that he's not going to be able to fight Billy off and that he's all but helpless. ]
Get- get off me. [ There's real fear in his tone now, fed by the uncertainty of what it is that Billy even wants with him. ]
[ He smiles against Steve's neck, a breathy laugh escaping him at Steve's pathetic attempt at telling him off. ] Nah.
[ He kisses again, rougher this time, sucking just hard enough to leave a purple welt on Steve's neck. How would Steve feel, knowing that the monster he'd been chasing this whole time had just given him a hickey? The thought amuses Billy. ]
[ Regaining his senses, Steve can't help the gasp as Billy fucking Hargrove sucks a hickey into his neck. He still can't reconcile what's happening. He'd thought he was looking for Billy who was messed up with the Mind Flayer shit, who looked like he was messed up with it. And now he's getting a hickey.]
Seriously. Fuck off, Hargrove.
[ He grabs his shirt, trying harder now to push him off. If he can maneuver it, he'll try to knee Billy in the dick. ]
[ Oh, he knows what you're trying to do, Steve. Thankfully, the mind-flayer's reflexes are quicker than Billy's, and it doesn't want its host to get hurt too badly.
Billy pulls back from sucking and leaps off of him, inhumanly high. He lands and even he seems shocked. That bit of acrobatics wasn't his choice. He rubs the back of his neck; he can just feel that thing crawling in the back of his mind. Ugh.
He needs a distraction. He needs Steve Harrington. ] What do you think is gonna happen if I decide I don't want you, after all? [ He growls, low and bestial. He doesn't want it to come to that, but if Steve's too much of a pain in the ass the mind-flayer will surely get sick of this and kill him. ]
[ Billy leaps, and Steve's too surprised to even swear, too surprised . But it answers the questions: Weird Shit is going on and Billy wants to suck hickeys into his neck. Okay. Okay. Steve can deal with this.
Except it's not okay and he can't deal because what the fuck?]
You tell me, dude. [ He sits up, unsure if it's worth trying to run again. He wants to run, he really wants to just book it down the road.
Except he suspects he'd be totally fucked if he did.]
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There's no helping the sharp inhale when he does finally see Billy, his eyes growing wide with shock. ] What the-- [ He'd never really seen Will Byers when he was possessed, but the dark veins remind him of the dark roots in the tunnels beneath Hawkins. Max had been right, apparently. Billy, who knew nothing about all the shit that went down in Hawkins, was mixed up right in the middle of it. God fucking damnit.
He hasn't run from anything since that day he ran back into the Byers house when Nancy and Jonathan needed him. He'll be damned if he runs now.
With a bravado he doesn't feel, and which he's sure Billy will see right through:] You don't look so great, man.
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He licks his lips. ] Alright, Harrington. I'll give you one chance. [ And he throws Steve down to the floor, resting one palm against his chest to hold him down. ] If you can get up, I'll let you go.
[ At what point will Harrington know that he's screwed? Will Billy be able to tell by the look in his eyes? ]
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The hand on his chest pushes back against him as he tries to sit back up and Steve locks eyes with Billy. For half a second he seriously considers trying to run; a good punch to daze Billy and he could be out of here. But the dark veins and the hair and the-- everything make him pause. This thing doesn't seem the benevolent type.
He keeps pushing against the hand, but doesn't move to run. ] Or you could just let me go.
[ What had happened to Will last time? He'd been possessed and they'd had to heat the thing out of him. It's not likely Steve can do that here.
His only chance is for the kids to go to Hopper and for them to find his car. ]
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[ Finally, because he's been wanting him for a long damn time. It seems silly to deny that now. Being into Steve and being judged for it seem like pretty petty concerns next to everything else that was happening to him.
He leans in and licks Steve's neck, taking his sweet damn time making it all the way up to his jawline before he pulls back again. ] You're mine now, prettyboy.
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What the fuck?
A heartbeat passes as he stares up at Billy, frozen in place-- confused and more scared than he's been so far. Then he reacts, shoving at Billy's shoulders and chest with a surge of adrenaline, pushing away at any part of him that he can reach. ]
Let me the fuck up, Hargrove!
[ Steve's dick, traitor that it is, isn't sharing in his confusion or fear. ]
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Alright. You can get up. [ And try and run, if he likes. Or try to reason with Billy. ]
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He rubs his arm on his neck where Billy had licked him, part of him still wanting just to turn tail and run because of it.]
What happened to you, Hargrove?
[ Eyes warily on Billy, he steps backward and away from Billy. He isn't going to run, not yet. Not until he knows what's happening. ]
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But no one said Billy Hargrove was rational, and so that didn't stop him from being bitter about it. Maybe he could've avoided this, could've kept his humanity, if only he knew.
There was no use in dwelling on it, though. All he could do was drag Steve down with him. ] You should really be more concerned with yourself and less about me.
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Steve is only half listening, more concerned with watching Billy's body language and getting ready in case of sudden movement. Also, he's concerned that this might not even be Hargrove he's talking to. Hadn't Will been taken over by the thing and made to say all kinds of shit, maybe the same was happening now.]
Why don't we hop in my car and go see if we can't do something about all your... whatever this is.
[Because Eleven's crazy mind powers could totally sort this out, right?
He takes another careful step backward.]
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He lunges forward. It's a fake-out; he just wants to see what Steve does in response. ]
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So, what-- you gonna come and lick me again, Hargrove? Fun way to spend your Saturday night.
[ This feels like the worst game of cat and mouse he's ever played, and Steve is sure that right now he's not the cat. Billy's stronger and faster, and messed up with some kind of bad shit. All Steve has is the fact that Billy seems to want to play a game. ]
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He holds out his hand. ] Come here. [ That's not a request, it's an order, and his voice seems deeper when he says it. ]
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The hair rises on the back of Steve's neck as things click into place, which at once makes things very clear but also a whole lot less clear at the same time. There's too much adrenaline coursing through him to think clearly, to figure out how much of this is serious and how much is Hargrove or the monster messing with him.
There's no room at all to think about his own reaction.
He swallows, jaw tightening in apprehension and fear and something almost like anticipation as he stands his ground. ] What's the magic word?
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He still holds out his hand. Still smiles. But his tone isn't quite so friendly anymore. ]
Now.
[ That's the magic word, isn't it? ]
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God fucking damnit he is not getting a boner right now he is not getting a boner because he isn't fucking thirteen years old anymore ]
Keep trying, Billy. You'll get it eventually.
[ There's enough fear in him now that standing still really doesn't seem like an option anymore. Steve takes another slow, careful step away. His mind (ignoring his dick) keeps racing, trying to think clearly. ]
You know, if you'd told me you wanted to mash faces all those months ago, we could have saved my ass a beating. [ Is that helpful? Say literally anything to keep him talking and a few steps away? Surely that'll help. ]
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Steve needed to be caught. He had way too much pride to just surrender. Alright, then. ]
And where's the fun in just giving everything away from the start like that? I enjoy a good chase. [ A beat. And then Billy's off, ready to either run after Steve or just tackle him to the ground if he doesn't run. ]
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At first he isn't running to anywhere, so much as from Billy and this entire situation. This isn't like at Byers' house, there's no one here to save except himself and that'll be a close fucking thing.
But he spots a door on the far side of mill and floors it. He's just got to get out the door and down the street and then go for help.
He's just got to get there before Billy. Billy who's behind him and running and who apparently enjoys a good chase.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ]
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He lets him get to the door. Lets him swing it open and get outside. The open night sky must be such a comforting sight at a time like this.
The reprieve is short lived. Sorry, Harrington. Billy can't run away from what's happening to him, and neither can you. The sound of his heavy boots falling against the ground grows quicker and closer. He shouldn't be able to run this fast, no one should be able to run that fast, but a few seconds later the weight of Billy's body slams into Steve as he tackles him to the ground. ]
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So when he gets through the door and out into the night -eyes scanning desperately for something familiar or a car or anything at all- he thinks he's home free. He speeds up, no longer cursing his jeans for making it harder to run in and pleased he's in trainers rather than--
The solid weight of Billy Hargrove slamming him to the ground is familiar. The air's knocked out of Steve's lungs and his head bounces off the pavement, making him sore, disoriented, and panicked. Aware he should be resisting but unable to put any real strength into it.
fuck]
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Alright, good, a little dazed but still here. Billy smiles. ]
Do you get it yet, Harrington? [ That there's no escape. That Billy's going to keep him as long as he damn well wants to, and given how over-invested he was in their rivalry already that could be a long time.
He kneels down over Steve, his knees touching Steve's hips, and dips down to kiss him on the neck. ]
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He shivers at the feeling of his mouth, body completely mixed up in it's reaction but his brain very much aware that he's not going to be able to fight Billy off and that he's all but helpless. ]
Get- get off me. [ There's real fear in his tone now, fed by the uncertainty of what it is that Billy even wants with him. ]
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[ He kisses again, rougher this time, sucking just hard enough to leave a purple welt on Steve's neck. How would Steve feel, knowing that the monster he'd been chasing this whole time had just given him a hickey? The thought amuses Billy. ]
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Seriously. Fuck off, Hargrove.
[ He grabs his shirt, trying harder now to push him off. If he can maneuver it, he'll try to knee Billy in the dick. ]
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Billy pulls back from sucking and leaps off of him, inhumanly high. He lands and even he seems shocked. That bit of acrobatics wasn't his choice. He rubs the back of his neck; he can just feel that thing crawling in the back of his mind. Ugh.
He needs a distraction. He needs Steve Harrington. ] What do you think is gonna happen if I decide I don't want you, after all? [ He growls, low and bestial. He doesn't want it to come to that, but if Steve's too much of a pain in the ass the mind-flayer will surely get sick of this and kill him. ]
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Except it's not okay and he can't deal because what the fuck?]
You tell me, dude. [ He sits up, unsure if it's worth trying to run again. He wants to run, he really wants to just book it down the road.
Except he suspects he'd be totally fucked if he did.]
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