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Will's stomach sank, wishing he was quite literally anywhere else. He was scared, terrified, beginning to regret every choice that had let him to this moment. It was crazy how quickly his brain entered survival mode. He wanted to leave, wanted to hide under a desk somewhere until the loud voices disappeared.

Mike stood in front of the bed, his body a shield of nothing but skin and bones. He did his best to stand tall in front of them— back straight, chest protruding and arms hanging loosely at his sides. Yet still, he looked nothing more than a gangly sprout in front of the paunchy, rotund men.

The first man to speak was the shortest of them all. His too-small black leather jacket made him look like a sleazy Grease cosplayer, tee-shirt clad belly bulging out underneath and hanging over the dark denim of his jeans.

His overly round scalp was shiny and bare, though the ring of stubbly hair suggested it had not been by choice but necessity; a surrender to the slow creep of age. The tattoos on his face were nothing more than faded grey smudges where sharp details had probably once been, the ink surrounded by enough metal to blow up a metal detector.

Three silver bars at the tail of one eyebrow, mirrored on the other though bars swapped for rings. A large bull ring drooped from the septum of his nose, gauge so thick it seemed to pull his whole face down. Smaller versions of the same kind of jewellery sat on either side of his nostrils— so much metal clogging his airways that Will didn't know how the guy managed to breathe.

His mouth was in a similar state, four spiked studs running along his lower lip, two on each side. Script of some sort was inked into the tan, rubbery skin of his neck, though Will wasn't close enough for it to be legible.

'Don't,' Mike warned, voice steady and low. 'Don’t talk about him. Don’t even look at him'

The pierced man peered his head around Mike's slender body, raking his eyes over Will. Will shrank in on himself even further, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head. He felt like a dog, submitting to the animal baring teeth in front of him. Mike immediately countered the man's actions, stepping forward and to the left, bringing them chest to chest.

'Did you not fucking hear me?' Mike barked, hiding Will from view. 'I said, don't look at him.'

The only problem was the two other burly men, who Will was now in the direct line of sight of. On the far right stood a man with oily black hair, slicked back into a ponytail. A long braided beard adorned his chin, strands of grey hair weaved throughout it. Unlike his comrade, his face was bare of piercings and ink, though he made up for it in other places— ears dripping with gold jewellery and his arms covered in colourful work with thick black outlines. He, too, looked like a rip off greaser, though his leather came in the form of a vest on top of a stained white tee. He was grinning at Will, missing teeth on display, looking at him like a piece of prized meat hanging at the butcher. Mike hadn't noticed, too preoccupied with staving off the bald guy.

'Where's the fucking money, Wheeler?' the man in the middle snapped loudly, causing Mike to flinch. He was the ugliest of the three, his wrinkled face pink and podgy. Like it was some company uniform, he also wore a leather jacket on top of a scraggly, worn shirt. The thick of his legs threatened to spill out of the accompanying leather that adorned them– skin tight and way too revealing for his old age, Will thought. 

'I've got most of it.'

'Most of it?' the grinning man snickered, finally taking his eyes off Will and elbowing his buddy next to him. Will swallowed hard, relieved. 'This guy thinks he can just give us most of it.'

'What the fuck are you on about with most of it?''

'Four grand. I've got four. I'm one short. But—'

'What about your pretty boy over there?'

Will's head shot up at the same time that Mike's swivelled to look at him. The two of them stared at each other wide eyed, only broken when the bearded man took a heavy step forward. Mike darted in front of him instantly, shoulders squared and feet planted firmly. It was like a game of whack-a-mole, Mike with the mallet, defending Will against whichever one of them moved first.

'Touch him and I swear to fucking god—'

'What? What will you do? 'Cause as far as I'm concerned, Wheeler, you've got debts to pay. Maybe your boy here could help you…pay the price?'

'Pay the— what? No!' Mike exclaimed, gesturing wildly. Will couldn't see his face but he could picture the scowl that probably sat on it. Deeply furrowed brows and mouth dramatically down turned. 'He's got nothing to do with this. Leave him out of it.'

With no regard for Mike, the pink round man stomped towards the bed, work boots clomping against the wooden floor.

Mike lunged at him, attempting to shove him backwards with a violent force. 'Fuck you man. I told you to leave him out of it!

The man hardly moved, absorbing the shove with a slight stumble over the clutter on Mike's floor.

'Mike!' Will shrieked, frozen on the bed as he watched the other two men tackle Mike to the ground, pinning him down with their knees in his back, wrenching his hands behind him.

'God, you're so fucking stupid,' one of them grumbled, knee pressing in harder as Mike squirmed. 

‘Get the fuck off me!’ 

The pink of the ugly man's face rapidly morphed into an angry red as he let out a humourless chuckle, looking down where Mike's head thrashed near his feet. Then he spat, hurling a glob of saliva straight at Mike's face.

'Now look what you've done, Wheeler,' he scoffed, stepping over Mike's writhing body and making his way towards Will. 'Left your little toy all alone.'

'Don't you fucking touch him,' Mike yelled, desperately trying to wrest himself free. 'I'll fucking kill you. I'll kill you!'

Will shook on the mattress as Mike's demands were ignored, watching as the man approached the edge of the bed. Huddling in on himself entirely, Will dropped his head into his knees. Hot tears ran down his face as terror racked his otherwise paralysed body.

A fat, calloused finger invaded the protective curl Will had formed, hooking under his chin and forcing his head up. His lip quivered, the salt from his tears catching in the corners of his mouth.

'I think he needs someone to play with him, don't you think?' The finger dragged roughly against the soft skin of Will's jaw, tilting Will's head with the movement. Will was powerless to stop the wobble of his lip and the small whimpers that escaped him with every shallow breath. 'Someone to show him what he's worth.'

'Make him watch,' the man commanded, fake nicety dropping from his voice.

His bitches, as Will was coming to understand, hauled Mike off the ground. They spun him around, forcing him to face Will. Mike thrashed under their restraint, face red from the physical strain of fighting them off.

'Get the fuck off me,' he seethed, body jolting as he attempted to rip his arms free. His efforts were useless against the grip of the brawny men.

'Mike,' Will whimpered, tears spilling and jaw starting to ache from the finger jutting into it.

Mike met Will's eyes, his own desperate and pleading. 'I'm so sorry. I'm so—ugh'

A knee to the gut sent Mike curling forwards, arms still restrained behind his back.

'Shut the fuck up, Wheeler. If I hear another fucking word I'm gonna beat the shit out of you,' the bearded man growled, yanking Mike up straight. 'Now do as your told and fucking watch.'

For a moment, Will's head fell forward as the finger holding it up retreated. Though the reprieve was short lived as the man grabbed a tuft of Will's locks, holding it tightly between his fingers. Will's head moved with the tug, instinctively rising to relieve the burn in his scalp. The fingers only tightened in his hair.

'Ow,' Will cried out, bringing a hand up to the man's wrist. 'You're hurting me!'

'What the fuck is wrong with you people?' Mike shouted, jerking against his human chains. 'Ooft!' — a sharp blow straight to Mike's stomach.

'On your knees,' the loud voice above him said to Will, tugging harder at his hair.

'Ow, ow, ow,' Will cried repeatedly as he shuffled up onto his knees, the grip loosening once he did.

Will's body froze at the sound of a metallic schling. Head held in place by his hair, his eyes darted to the source of the noise - a small, silver pocket knife in the man's free hand. It dangled down next to the mattress, inches away from Will's thigh.

Oh my god, Will thought to himself, swallowing hard. I'm actually going to die. I'm actually going to die.

His breathing was laboured, brain completely nonfunctional as he locked in on the knife. Will's peripheral vision blurred as his eyes stayed fixed on the blade, the violent twists of Mike's body fading into a fuzzy jumble of shapes and shadows. His ears were ringing, drowning out the sound of loud voices yelling mixed with Mike's carrying on. He could tell they were hurting Mike, his groans loud enough to cut through Will's haze, but it was physically impossible to tear his eyes away from the shiny sharp weapon. A bomb could've gone off and Will probably wouldn't have noticed.

His heart raced impossibly faster as the knife began to rise, moving up and up until the dull edge rested against his throat, directly on his Adam's apple. Will felt it press into him harder as he swallowed, making the panic rise in him faster.

Unable to see the knife anymore, his eyes locked on Mike's. Mike's mouth was moving but all Will heard was echoes, life moving in a muted, slow motion around him.

'Here's the deal,’ the loud voice above him said, cutting through the haze.

Will whimpered as the dull edge of the blade sunk further into his skin.

'You can cough up the money now—'

'I already told you, man! I just need—'

'Or,' He flipped the blade, the sharp trim grazing Will's throat. Will whimpered louder and Mike's eyes widened, not breaking contact with Will's even for a moment. 'I'm happy to wait.'

Then, to Will with a tug of his hair. 'We're happy to wait, aren't we?'

Will shook his head, whimpers pouring out as the tears soaked his cheeks. He knew, he knew, that Mike wasn't going to let anything happen to him, he just needed Mike to hurry the fuck up and—

'Alright, alright, alright!' Mike yelled, capturing everyone's attention. 'I've got— I've got something. I've got something I can give you.'

A pause. Mike spoke lowly: 'Get the fuck off him. If you want the cash, then you move the fuck away.'

'And why the fuck would I do that?'

Will whimpered, looking at Mike desperately. 

'Because I fucking said so! If you leave a single fucking mark on his skin I'll kill you. I'll kill you. So if you want your fucking money, get the fuck off him!' Mike was yelling again, getting increasingly frustrated with the men keeping him in place.

'Alright.' The man moved the knife from Will's throat and abruptly let go of his hair. Will fell forwards onto his hands and knees, gasping and sobbing.

'But if this is some fucking joke—'

'It's not! I've got— you just— you're gonna have to get these freaks off me so I can get it.'

'Any funny business Wheeler—'

'I'm serious! Let,' jolt, 'me', jolt, 'go!', a sharp yank, sending Mike stumbling forwards, arms flailing as he hurdled towards the bed.

His hands were on Will immediately, moving desperately up his arms, shoulders, until they cupped his face. Will let Mike hold the weight of his head, cheeks between his palms as tears rolled from the corners of his eyes.

'Will, baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' he panted out, one knee on the bed, thumbs wiping the tears that continued to spill.

'Wheeler!'

Will gasped as Mike hit the ground with a thud, pushed off the bed.

'Stop stalling and get the fucking money.'

'Fucking hell man!' Mike exclaimed, hauling himself up. 'You think you can just hold a knife to my—,' Will's head shot up. Mike paused, equally unsure where that sentence was going, before swallowing hard and shaking his head to recalibrate. '—him. Hold a knife to him and expect me not to check if he's okay?'

Despite his mouthing off, Mike still did as told, moving towards his cupboard as he spoke. It reminded Will of the night of the party, watching Mike be pushed to the ground offering little to no self defence. 

After finally catching his breath, though his heart still raced in his chest, Will sat back on the bed, wide eyed and incredibly dazed, watching Mike ruffle through bags. The men crowded around him as he poured cash onto his coffee table, green bundles tied up with rubber bands.

'Four grand there,' Mike said, hands on his hips.

Will couldn't see much, view obscured by the three large bodies, but he didn't miss the way they hungrily dived on the cash, counting it up between them.

'Alright,' one said. 'I've got fifteen hundred here.'

'Yep, two grand here.’

'And with the last five hundred, that brings us to four grand. So where's the rest?'

Mike extended a hand forward — Will couldn't see what he passed over, but all three men scoffed at whatever it was.

'Are you fucking with me, Wheeler? What the fuck is this?'

'It's legit!" Mike rushed, extending a placating palm forward as their tempers rose. 'It's graded and I've got the papers showing how much it's worth. It's valued for more than I even owe you anyway.'

'Get the fucking papers then.'

Mike scurried away, back to rustling through cupboards and drawers, before appearing in front of them again.

'Here—' He pushed the papers towards them. 'You can— you can sell it. It will sell, it's incredibly rare.'

'How much?'

'How much what?'

'How much will it sell for you fucking idiot.'

'Two grand. Like I said, more than what I owe you.'

'I swear to fucking god—'

'Hey,' the bearded guy cut in with an elbow. 'Mark works with these.' He plucked Mike's offering from his boss's fingers, examining it. 'He'll be able to tell us if this is legit or–’'

He looked up at Mike, who was standing anxiously in front of him, and flicked him in the chest. 'Or if guy's taking us for a fucking ride.'

'I'm not fucking around, alright?' Mike pleaded, hand coming up to soothe the flicked skin. 'Just take it and take the cash and get out of my fucking apartment!'

They swooped up the cash, shoving it in the bum bags that hung around their waists. Mike fidgeted on the spot as he watched, eyes frequently flicking to Will like he couldn't wait to get to him.

Will couldn't wait either; wanted Mike's hands on him until he forgot what the rough ones had left behind. He was so overwhelmed, unable to conjure up a single thought other than Mike. 

The second the door slammed, Mike was rushing to where Will sat on the bed, elbows on his crossed knees and head buried in his hands. The mattress dipped as Mike sat in front of him, prying Will’s hands away and replacing them with his own. Will opened his eyes as Mike cupped his face, only to be met with an equally distraught Mike with tears welling in his eyes. It made Will cry harder, sobbing into Mike's hands. 

‘Will,’ Mike choked, trying to wipe Will’s tears but having no luck as they fell increasingly faster. ‘I’m so sorry– let me– did they’ 

Then he was tilting Will’s head down to inspect, running his hands softly through his hair where it had previously been pulled tight. ‘M so sorry, Will.’ 

He placed a kiss on the tender part of his scalp. ‘’M so sorry,’ he repeated between kissing the spot over and over, voice breaking more with every word. It felt like forever, the way they sat and cried into each other, Mike doing his best to soothe despite his own shattered state. 

'I was so scared, Mike,' Will stuttered out between weak, fading sobs, straightening up to look at him.  'I was scared for you, I was—'

Mike’s eyes were red and wet, a look of utter devastation on his face. ‘I know, I’m so sorry. I fucked up I should never—’ 

‘It’s not your fault, Mike,’ Will replied, lip still quivering. ‘You tried— you didn’t’ 

Mike’s own lip trembled, eyes flitting over Will’s face. ‘No it is, it is my fault. And now— now you’re hurt and—’ 

He brought a hand up to Will’s throat, thumb rubbing where the knife had sat. Will’s eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back slightly. ‘I let you get hurt. I let you get hurt.’

His words were breathy, detached, like he couldn’t comprehend what had happened. 

‘I’m okay, Mike,’ Will whispered, eyes still shut while Mike caressed his neck. The knife hadn’t even nicked the skin, but that didn’t seem to matter. Mike’s touch was gentle, cautious, as if Will might disintegrate under his touch. ‘I’m okay.’ 

‘M so sorry, Will,’ Mike gasped, any remaining composure completely falling apart. Will’s eyes flew open at the sound of Mike’s broken cries, heart breaking at the sight of him. He engulfed Mike with his entire body, pushing him on the bed as Mike shook underneath him, head buried in Will’s chest and arms tightening around his waist. 

‘Mike,’ Will breathed, pulling back a little to see Mike’s teary face. His heart broke again and again – he wanted to kiss it all away, all the sadness buried deeply in Mike’s bones. Mike’s face was wet, snot bubbling from his nose, as he stared at Will brokenly.

‘Hey,’ Will soothed, wiping the tears that continued to roll down his cheeks. ‘It’s okay. I’m okay. They’re gone now, ‘s just you and me.’ 

Mike shook his head. ‘No, I shouldn’t— You should—you should go, Will. I can’t—’ 

He couldn’t even string a sentence together as he rolled Will off him, standing up off the bed. 

Will’s mouth dropped open, overwhelmed by confusion as he wiped his face with the sleeve of Mike’s hoodie. ‘What the fuck are you on about, Mike? I’m not going.’ 

‘No but you should,’ Mike almost laughed, pacing the width of the bed. His eyes were trained on the floor, watching his own crazed steps. ‘Because this is what happens, This is what happens when I— when I—'

'When you what, Mike?' Will asked from the bed, voice slightly raised as a small pool of anger stirred in his belly. He'd just spent the last half an hour terrified and alone on the bed, all he wanted right now was for Mike to touch him, to hold him, not kick him out. 

'It doesn't matter, you just— you should go.' Mike walked over quickly, grabbing Will by his arm. Will scrambled off the bed, guided by Mike. 'Really, you should go.'

'Hey!' Will yanked his arm back, though Mike still had grip on his sleeve, dragging him towards the door. 'I'm not fucking going.'

It was like a game of tug of war with the sleeve of Will's (Mike's) hoodie - a game that Will was rapidly losing. His socked feet slid across the floor as he tried to hold his ground, but ultimately got dragged closer and closer to the door. Mike was on the other end, marching Will forwards, tugging him behind him like a god damn toboggan. Will was stronger than Mike, could probably resist if he had even an ounce of leverage, but the awkward way his arm was stuck in his sleeve, and the way his feet slipped across the floor, left him without many options.

'Mike!' Will protested, and with a successful jerk, his own inertia sent him flying backwards. He stumbled back until he hit the wall, panting hard as his eyes narrowed. 'What the fuck are you doing?'

'Getting you hurt is what I'm doing!' Mike yelled, flailing his arms. 'I let you get hurt and— and now you need to go. You need to leave.'

‘I’m not going.’ Will crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. 

Mike narrowed his eyes from across the room. ‘Yes, you are.’

‘No, I’m not.’

‘Don’t be fucking stupid, Will. I’m not– I’m not good for you. Can’t you see that?’ 

'I don't fucking care Mike!'

'Well I do!' Mike shouted. 

‘Oh, and that makes you the boss?’ Will challenged, cocking an eyebrow at Mike. ‘You just get to decide you’re no good for me and what– kick me out?’ 

Mike groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. ‘I’m hurting you, Will. I was two fucking feet away from you while there was a knife to your throat because of me!’

His voice quietened as he added, ‘You got hurt because of me.’ 

‘I’m not fucking hurt, Mike!' Will exclaimed, frustrated himself. 'But if you kick me out— if you make me leave—’ 

‘I don’t want you to leave, Will!’ 

Mike sighed, frustrated and averting his eyes to the ground. ‘I want you here all the fucking time. I hate when you leave because— when I’m around you I— it makes me want to be good. To do good. You’re so— you’re so kind, you’re so warm, and— and my life’s a mess, Will. You deserve— you deserve so much better.’  

Will frowned. ‘And what if I don’t want better?’

Mike looked up, brows furrowed. ‘What?’

‘You heard me. What if I don’t want better? What if I just want you?’

Mike shook his head. ‘You don’t—’

‘I want you, Mike. I don’t— I don’t care about all this—,’ he waved his arms around, ‘ —all this bullshit. Sure it was fucking scary but I knew it was going to be okay because I had you. I had you.’ 

‘None of this would’ve happened if—’

‘And I said I don’t care!’ 

Mike just stared at him, hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with all the energy bubbling inside him. Will could see it, the way Mike was having an internal battle with himself. 

‘I want you,’ Will said quietly. ‘Please, Mike. Please I want—’ 

'Shut up,' Mike cut Will off, rapidly advancing towards him. 'Shut up, shut up, shut up.'

Will gasped as Mike's clammy palms cupped his face, though Mike swallowed it instantly, pressing his cold, chapped lips hard against Will's own. His fingers tangled in Will's hair, desperately holding him in place, leaving no room for air between them.

Will barely got a chance to shut his eyes, before Mike was drawing back, holding Will's head in his hands. 'You’re so stupid, Will,’ he breathed, eyes wide and blown, before landing another desperate kiss on Will's lips. He pulled back again. 'Why are you doing this?’ 

Will's own hands came up to Mike's head, his turn to bring their faces together for a hot kiss.

''Cause I want you, Mike,' Will whispered urgently into his mouth between kisses. 'Want you so fucking bad.'

Mike groaned, pulling Will's face against his even harder. 'I'm not good for you,' he breathed, though his tongue still slipped in Will's mouth. Will moaned, the sweet, smoke lined, taste of Mike more addicting than any of the drugs he'd consumed over the past few weeks. 

'Don't care,' he mumbled against Mike's lips, softly tugging his hair as he walked him backwards towards the bed. 'You're the one I want.'

'Fuck,' Mike panted into Will's mouth, their teeth clanking and tongues swirling sloppily. 'I don't wanna hurt you, Will.'

They kissed hungrily, gripping each others faces as they stumbled back towards the bed. Will had never wanted Mike so badly, craved Mike so badly. Mike swallowed every whimper that escaped him, pushing his tongue further into Will's mouth to draw out more. Will's body was alight with need, every nerve ending reaching for Mike as he pressed into him in search of relief.

Their kiss broke as Mike hit the mattress, arms wrapping around Will's waist to pull him down too. Will caught himself, hand pinning next to Mike's head as he steadied his knees on either side of Mike's hips. He dropped his forehead, resting it against Mike's and looking into his dark, blown eyes.

'Will,' Mike panted, palms coming up to grip Will's waist, grinding their dicks together. 'You—,' he moaned, tossing his head back into the pillow as Will rocked down hard. 'You have no idea what you do to me.'

Will's eyes fluttered shut, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. 'Mike,' he gasped, hips slowly rolling.

'I don't deserve you,' Mike breathed, guiding the movement of Will's hips. 'I don't deserve you.'

Will frowned, kissing him hard and not stopping the rock of his hips. Their tongues lapped together, both angling their heads to deepen the kiss further.

'But I need you,' Will whispered cruelly, knowing the effect it would have. 'Nobody else makes me feel this good.'

Mike whimpered, hands tightening on Will's hips before flipping them over.

'Don't say that' he growled, grinding harder into Will. Will's mouth dropped open with a moan — Mike caught his lips instantly, sloppily kissing Will's bottom lip. 'I'm not— You don't—'

'I do,' Will groaned, arms hooking tightly around Mike's neck to keep him close, not letting him break the kiss with any more talking. He could feel Mike weakening, biceps shaking from holding himself up. Will hooked his ankles around Mike's waist, forcing him flat against him.

Mike went easy, lips never leaving Will's.

'I'm sorry,' he gasped, hands clutching Will's head like he was scared to ever let him go, kissing him hard. 'Shouldn't of let him touch you.'

''S not your fault,' Will whispered, moving their tongues together. ''S not your fault.'

Mike let out a long groan, jaw going slack against Will's as their bodies moved in pure need, cocks rocking together desperately, chasing whatever friction they could get through their pants.

'Won't happen again' Mike promised into Will's mouth before moving his kisses along Will's jaw, pulling sweet whines out of him as he nicked the soft skin with his teeth. Palms gripping Will's sides, Mike nosed Will's head out of the way to kiss his neck. 'Swear I won't let it happen again.'

He suckled the soft skin between his teeth, rolling it until Will was whimpering and the skin was blossoming red. Will's eyes were shut, head nestled in the pillow while Mike made a mess of him.

'I'm so serious, Will,' Mike vowed between soft sucks. 'Never gonna let anyone else touch you again.'

Will gasped, hips aimlessly seeking relief, to amplify the pleasure. 'And if I want that too?'

'What?' Mike asked, mouthing hotly against Will's throat.

'If I don't want anyone touching you.'

'They're not,' Mike breathed, tugging Will down the bed. His hands wrapped around Will's wrists, pinning them above his head in the free space. 'Just you.'

Will swallowed hard, eyes flitting over Mike's face. 'Just me?'

Mike looked wrecked above him, eyes dark and wide, curls a mess on top of his head. 'Don't want anyone else.'

Will whined, frustrated Mike had him pinned. Mike understood, dropping his head to kiss Will hungrily.

'I need you, Mike,' Will breathed, hot breath mingling with Mike's as he lifted his hips. 'Need you so bad.'

Their kisses were hot and heavy, unable to get enough of each other as they frantically discarded their clothes.

'You've got me,' Mike gasped, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks. His hand dented the mattress next to Will's head, breath fanning across his face. ''M all yours. Gonna take such good care of you.'

Will inhaled sharply, hand tangling in Mike's hair and kissing him hard as his hips rocked into Mike's fist. 'Please,' he whined, not even knowing what he was begging for. But his cock leaked in Mike's hand and he needed more .

'I know, baby,' Mike soothed between kisses, hand moving quickly between them. ''M so sorry. Let me make it better, please let me make it better.'

Will arched into the touch. 'Need you inside,' he whined, hips stuttering when Mike moaned in his mouth in response.

'Wanna take my time with you,' Mike groaned, head dropping to watch his hand work their cocks together. 'Fuck, Will. Only ever want you to feel safe. Want you to feel good.'

'I do.' Will closed his eyes, head nestled in the pillows as he let Mike take control. 'Always feel safe with you.'

Mike grunted, pushing Will's thighs apart with his palms and settling between them. Will watched, propped himself up on his elbows with his cock red and leaking on his belly, as Mike left wet kisses up his thighs.

'Don't deserve you,' Mike whispered into the milky skin. 'I don't deserve you.'

Will's hand shot out to the back of Mike's head, guiding him to his cock. ''M not going anywhere, Mike.'

He gasped as Mike looked up at him through his lashes, sucking one of his balls into his mouth. Will could see the shimmer under his eyes from where the skin was wet, his hand tightening in Mike's hair in response.

'You deserve good things Mike,' Will breathed, head tossing back when Mike's tongue swirled around the base of his cock. His legs wrapped around Mike's shoulders, ankles locking together to hold him there. ''M gonna be so good for you.'

Mike's hands grabbed Will's hips, tongue working feverishly up his dick. It was desperate, sloppy and lacked any sense of grace, leaving Will a squirming, whining mess.

'Always so good for me,' Mike mumbled, taking the tip into his mouth. He suckled on the red, hot skin, resisting the way Will tried to push his head further down. 'Too good for me.'

'Please,' Will gasped, head shooting up to watch Mike between his legs. Will thought Mike was hot all the time, but teary eyed with a cock in his mouth might've been Will's favourite look on him. 'Wanna be good for you.'

At that, Mike bobbed his head all the way down, not breaking eye contact with Will. Will's mouth dropped open, a silent moan escaping at the site before him. drew back up slowly, halting at the top. Will gave him a small confused look, and when Mike just stared back at him, Will pushed softly on his head.

Mike went without challenge, letting Will guide his head up and down his cock.

Oh, Will thought, head falling back onto the pillows as he fucked into Mike's mouth, hand steady in his hair. He felt insane at Mike handing over control, letting Will use his mouth as he pleased. The coil in his gut was winding tight, heat flushing through his legs and down into his toes.

'Gonna make me come,' Will breathed, fingers twisting tightly through his curls. Mike wasn't stopping, hollowing his cheeks and fighting Will's attempts to pull him off.

'Mike,' he warned breathlessly, curling his neck to meet Mike's eyes. That was all it took — Will spilled down his throat with a whine, hips bucking helplessly into Mike's mouth. Mike pulled off instantly, crawling up Will's body before kissing him deeply, Will's cum pooling in his mouth and then between their tongues.

Will moaned at how filthy it was, hands moving all over Mike's face, not able to get enough of him if he tried. Mike's dick pressed into his hip, lazily rutting against Will he licked into his mouth.

'You taste so good, Will,' Mike mumbled hotly in Will's mouth, half collapsed on top of him. 'Wanna make you come again.'

Will shook his head, rolling Mike on his back and getting on top of him without ever disconnecting their lips.

'My turn,' he muttered, kissing down Mike's neck. Though as he pulled his head back, ready to descend down Mike's torso, a gasp slipped from his lips.

'Mike,' Will frowned, palms moving gently over Mike's bruising skin. Mike flinched at the touch, making Will frown deeper. 'This— this is bad. Holy fuck are you—'

'It's fine, Will. Just— just kiss me, please.'

Will hesitated, eyes flitting between the purpling skin and Mike's lips. Fuck it, he'd get an ice pack for the bruise later. Moving slower this time, Will hovered above Mike, careful not to rest his weight against him.

'You're so stupid,' he sighed, kissing Mike softly, drained of the feverous passion from before.

'Why?' Mike asked quietly, breath hot as his lips met Will's slow and gentle pace.

'Getting yourself all beat up like that.'

'Didn't want them to touch you, Will.' His voice broke as he said it, kissing Will harder. ''M so sorry I let them touch you.'

Will moved a hand down between them, wrapping it around Mike's dick. ''S not your fault, Mike. Promise it's not your fault.'

Mike gasped, eyes squeezing shut as he threw his head back, his hips rapidly chasing Will's touch. ''M not good for you, Will.'

'Don't care,' Will mumbled, dropping his head to Mike's neck and sucking softly. He kept his wrist a quick pace, feeling himself getting hard again at the way Mike was falling apart below him. 'Told you that already.'

'You deserve better,' he moaned, hips stuttering.

'Then give me better,' Will purred, sucking harder at the delicate skin until it bruised.

'I can't Will—' His hand grabbed at Will's wrist, trying to slow his movement. 'I can't— I don't—'

'Let go, Mike. It's okay.' Will kissed him tenderly, greedily swallowing the whimpers Mike spilled.

Mike's cock pulsed in his palm, hot cum spurting up before dripping over Will's hand. Mike panted as he gripped the sheets, struggling to keep his head up but unable to look away. His hips twitched as Will worked him through his orgasm, not stilling his hand until Mike squirmed from the overstimulation.

Mike pulled him in instantly by the back of his neck, like it pained him to not have his lips on Will's for even a moment. 'Wanna fuck you,' he mumbled, running a warm palm up Will's side. 'Can I fuck you, baby?'

'Your chest,' Will whispered, though he'd already started a slow grind against Mike's thigh, hand denting the mattress next to his head. 'It'll hurt.'

'Don't care,' Mike echoed Will's words from before, gripping his hips to encourage his movements. 'Wanna make you come for me again.'

Will shuddered at the gentle pleasure spreading between his legs, his own thighs clamping tight around Mike's. 'Wanna come for you, Mike.'

'Yeah, baby. I know,' he mumbled, watching wide eyed as Will's face gave away every wave of pleasure rushing through him. 'Let me take care of you.'

His hand slid over Will's ass, gripping as much in his hand as he could, before sliding between his cheeks.

Will gasped, hips stuttering, not knowing whether to buck forwards or backwards.

'Can I open you up? Get you ready for me?' Mike's steady breath fanned across his face, evidently far more composed than the mess Will was turning into above him.

'Jesus, Mike. Fuck, please,' Will whined, arching his back a little to give Mike easier access. The head of his dick still rubbed against Mike's thigh, sparking pleasure with every slow grind.

Mike brought two fingers to Will's lips, his mouth opening immediately before Mike even told him to—

'Suck, baby.'

Will moaned as Mike's fingers pressed on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks and sucking the salty skin. Mike watched in awe, his eyes wide as spit pooled over his fingers and dribbled out of Will's mouth. He dragged them out slowly, leaving Will a panting, desperate mess above him.

Mike pulled him in for a kiss, insatiable now he'd given in to the urge.

'Gonna get you all ready, baby,' he whispered between soft pecks. 'Gonna make you feel so good.'

Mike worked him open while Will writhed above him, whining into Mike's neck and shoulder.

'Doing so well, baby,' Mike soothed, occasionally capturing Will's lips for a kiss. Will tried to kiss him, he wanted nothing more than to taste everything Mike had to offer, but his mouth kept falling open, leaving him panting onto Mike's face.

''S too much,' Will whined. He could feel Mike was hard again, dick rocking up against the swell of Will's ass. 'Want—,' gasp, 'Want you inside.'

'I know, baby. You ready for me? Can I have you?'

What a stupid fucking question. He reached behind to wrap a hand around Mike's cock, reeling in the way Mike gasped at the touch. He lined it up with his hole as Mike gripped his hips, pulling the most delicious groan from Mike's throat as he started to sink down slowly. Will whined as he bottomed out. Sure they'd fucked before, and it was always hot and filthy and everything Will could ask for. But this was different. It was heated in a way it never had been — Will felt like he was devoting himself to Mike, showing Mike that he deserved everything life had to offer him. He didn't have to pick and choose, he could have it all.

'Fuck, Will,' Mike rasped, looking frazzled and fucked out already. Will covered Mike's hands on his hips, holding Mike's gaze as he slowly lifted up, before sinking back down. Mike's head fell backwards as his jaw dropped, hands encouraging Will to move faster.

It was Will's favourite thing, to make Mike crumble. To watch him succumb to pleasure in a world so cruel to him. As he bounced on Mike's cock, his own leaking against his belly, all he could do was watch the contour of Mike's face, revelling in the whimpers and moans that spilled out of him.

Mike's head shot up. 'Stop, stop,' he gasped, stilling Will's hips. 'Fuck, was gonna come.'

Will lifted up again, just to tease, giggling as Mike roughly tossed him off before climbing on top of him.

'Still such a brat,' Mike murmured, eyes flitting over Will's smiling face before kissing him hard. Will melted into it, legs coming up to wrap around Mike's waist.

'Nuh uh,' Mike said, swatting Will's legs away. 'On your stomach.'

Will obeyed eagerly, twisting himself under Mike until he was face down on the mattress. Mike's hands hooked under his hips, pulling him onto his knees. He leaned over Will's back, cock flush against his ass, to whisper in his ear.

'Always such a good boy for me.'

Will whimpered, pushing his hips back. Mike rubbed his palms over the swell of Will's ass, and although Will couldn't see, he got the feeling Mike was taking a moment to admire him. Which was fine, except Will was fucking horny and his dick was dripping pathetically onto the mattress.

'Mike,' he whined, head resting on his arms. 'If you don't hurry up and—oh.'

Mike spread Will's cheeks and buried himself inside, the two of them groaning in relief as Mike started to pound.

'Fuck, Will, your ass looks so fucking good oh my god,' Mike rushed out, pace never faltering.

'So,' thrust, 'fucking,' thrust, 'obsessed with you.'

A flame had been lit inside of Will with no chance of going out. Heat lapped all around him as Mike slammed into him, over and over, pouring his own devotion to Will straight into every thrust. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Will's hips, holding on to him like he was scared to let him go.

The whole bed shook from the force of Mike's hips; Will a blubbering mess as he took everything Mike had to give. He gasped as Mike slid a hand down under him, curling his fingers gently around Will's cock and stroking in time with his thrusts.

Will spluttered and moaned as his hips rocked forward into Mike's grip and then back onto his dick, the dual pleasure sending him absolutely fucking wild.

'Mike,' he cried. 'Feels so good— making me feel so good.'

'All for you,' Mike groaned, folding over Will's back. 'Just for you.'

A strangled whine escaped Will as he spilled into Mike's fist, thighs trembling from the hot pleasure washing over him.

Mike's pace quickened as he brought himself over the line, kissing at whatever skin he could reach across Will's back and shoulders.

'My baby,' he moaned, hips stuttering as he burst inside Will. Will's heart fluttered, he wanted to be Mike's. He wanted Mike and all the stupid, fucked up shit that came with him.

'All mine,' Mike gasped, slowing his movements to a steady grind, soaking in the aftershocks. 'All mine.'

They flopped next to each other on the bed, panting hard and catching their breaths.

Will lolled his head to look at Mike, unable to wipe the sex drunk smile from his face. 'You're insane, you know that?'

Mike turned his head, too. He looked flushed and blissed out, finally some colour back in his face. 'You're insane. You make me insane.'

Will bit his lip, grabbing Mike's hand and fiddling with his fingers. He averted his eyes and took a nervous breath, unable to dance around the elephant in the room any more. 'What you said before about um— about it just being me?'

'It's been just you for a while.'

Will frowned, confused. 'What do you mean? What about—'

'That was me trying to convince myself it wasn't just you. And then I saw you right after so…'

'As in…'

'As in, I slept with her because I couldn't get you out of my head. Thought maybe it would rejig some things if I slept with someone else. It didn't.'

'Oh.'

Mike tilted Will's face up, so close they were breathing on each other. His dark eyes were pooling with adoration, causing Will's heart to skip a beat.

'Only want you, Will,' he mumbled, placing a small, tender kiss on Will's lips. Will's breath hitched, still not used to that being something they could do. 'Promise I only want you.'

Will swallowed hard as he nodded, Mike's hand dropping from his face between them.

'I'm really sorry, Will,' Mike rushed out, like it was eating him alive even though he'd said it a hundred times already. 'Are you even okay? 'Cause fuck I feel like I didn't even make sure—'

'Mike,' Will steadied, lacing their fingers together. 'I'm okay, I told you.'

'But— but he had a knife and I just, I didn't even— I just fucked you without even—'

'Hey, hey,' Will shushed, bringing Mike's hand to his lips and kissing across his knuckles. 'Wanted you to fuck me. Made me feel better.'

He watched the way Mike's throat bobbed as he stared ahead into the distance, face overcome with panic and worry. His head turned quickly to look at Will, bringing his hand up to Will's throat.

'Let me kiss it.'

'Kiss what?'

'The mark— where the knife—'

'Mike, I don't think there's a mark, he barely—'

'I don't care.' He was already rolling himself on top of Will, hand gently pushing Will's face into the pillow to open up access to his neck. His mouth was hot and warm, tongue swirling on the skin as his lips dragged across it. Will let out a breathy moan, happy to let Mike do whatever it was he felt he needed to do. His fingers tangled in Mike's rough curls, letting himself melt into the mattress while Mike worked his lips desperately over Will's neck.

'I swear to god,' he whispered between nicking the skin. 'If I ever see them again, I'll kill them.'

'Mike,' Will laughed, though it broke into a gasp as Mike continued to drag his teeth across the sensitive skin. 'It's okay, please, it's okay.'

Mike kissed up his neck, unrelenting as Will squirmed below him. As fucked up as the whole situation was, Will thought he could really get used to Mike doting on him like this, worshipping him like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

''S not okay. Not gonna let you get hurt again.'

And Will needn't remind Mike again that he hadn't actually got hurt. His scalp had ached a little, and yeah, it was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to him in a long time— prior to tonight he definitely couldn't say he'd had a knife held to his throat. But Will wasn't some weak, innocent duckling who'd never faced danger before. This was scary and different but it wasn't new. Will had handled frightening situations before, and he was pretty sure this wasn't going to be the last, Mike in his life or not.

'Hey,' Will hushed, bringing Mike's face up to his by tugging his hair. Mike's lips were parted, red and swollen as he looked at Will confused, bothered even, that Will had stopped his act of devotion. 'What about you, huh?'

Mike's brows furrowed, so Will elaborated.

'What about you not getting hurt? Ever think about that?'

Mike groaned, trying to move his lips back to Will's neck. Will held him in place, raising a challenging eyebrow. 'Maybe I don't wanna see you get hurt.'

'Will,' he grunted, not wanting to entertain the topic. 'Just let me kiss you.'

'No, let me take care of you first.' He ran a soft finger up Mike's sensitive torso, watching the way Mike's face contoured from the twang of pain. 'Lay down, baby,'

Mike's eyes quite literally twinkled at the pet name, capturing Will's lips in a raw, desperate, kiss. Will almost laughed, but refrained in favour of soaking up all of Mike once again.

Gently, he rolled Mike over, hand on his cheek to keep the kiss moving the entire time. It slowed into a lazy kiss, Will leaning over Mike and letting their tongues swirl together sweetly. He sighed into it, not wanting to break it but knowing Mike's torso needed ice now. The sex fuelled adrenaline would be wearing off at rapid speed, and Will didn't want Mike to feel any more pain than he needed to.

He tried to pull back, but Mike just chased him, sitting up to follow Will's lips. He winced with the movement, conceding defeat and laying back on the pillows. Will laughed softly, carding his hands through Mike's curls. 'Listen to your body, Mike.'

'My body wants you,' Mike said grumpily, watching from the bed as Will wandered over to the freezer.

When Will opened the freezer door, all he was met with was a frosted over pack of chicken and the foul smell of stale, musty air. The rancid smell of a freezer that never got opened. He rolled his eyes because, of course, no ice packs. Why would Mike have anything needed for self preservation? Will was expecting too much.

'Mike, you don't even have any ice.'

'Why would I ever need ice?'

'Oh, I don't know, maybe because this is the second time I've seen you get beat up in the span of what, a month?' Will replied with a little too much sass, hand on the freezer door as Mike winced at him from the bed.

'Drugs, Will. I need drugs, not ice.'

Will frowned, shutting the freezer. Although Mike said the comment in jest, it wasn't a lie. In fact, Will imagined it was probably a statement that could be applied to most things in Mike's life. Patching things up with an Oxy or a line. It also meant Will's next suggestion of paracetamol was probably going to sound a bit juvenile.

'You need ice on that, Mike. Come to my place, I've got like— every medical supply under the sun.'

'You're gonna make me walk even though I'm beaten and bruised?' Mike asked pitifully, pulling the quilt up to cover his nose. The way his eyes sparkled over the top of it gave his mock hurt away, making Will roll his eyes again.

'Not gonna make you walk, idiot. Gonna call us an Uber.'

And maybe a part of Will wanted to go home because the thought of spending the night in the same place he'd been held at knife point was actually kind of terrifying. Even just moving apart from Mike to go to the freezer had given his brain a window to worry, heart rate picking up even though the threat was gone. He shoved it down, wanting to focus on Mike's rapidly bruising body, but knowing the comfort of his own bed would surely work some wonders. He'd worry about Max's questions later, apologise for bringing his beat up situationship home in the middle of the night and probably giving her a fright. All he knew was that he wanted Mike at his side, and preferably somewhere other than here.