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Neither of them should have wanted the other. Really, they should have been close to mortal enemies – Mike was doing all that he could to protect himself and his sister, and Michael was extremely fucked in the head. He’d tried to kill dozens of people, and there was no telling if the man had actually succeeded or not with his plans in the past. Mike wasn’t sure if he really wanted an answer to that.
Despite all of that, he still found himself drawn to the other man. There was something alluring to him, maybe it was the danger element. Getting involved with Michael wasn’t safe, not in the slightest, it would only lead him to desolation. But Mike couldn’t avoid the man.
Mostly because Michael kept stalking him.
Michael probably thought that he was being sneaky about it, that Mike wouldn’t be able to tell, but Mike had always been a high anxiety kind of person. After the previous year’s debacle with the first Freddy’s location, it had worsened, with another one under his belt he was paranoid most hours of the day. Mike could feel stares on him throughout the day: when he picked up Abby, when he went off to work, while he made dinner, and even when he went to bed.
Usually, having a crazed stalker would make him uneasy, but Mike could only feel excitement course through his veins whenever he realized that he was being watched. It caused quite the confusion. Never before had he experienced something such as this. He should have been terrified. He should have called the cops or something. But that would mean that Michael would be taken away and their little game would be stopped.
Mike found that was the last thing he wanted.
It was one night in particular, Abby was off at a friend’s house for the night – a kid named Daniel from her robotics class, when things changed.
Mike lounged in bed, trying to catch a few more hours of sleep than he normally would. The lights were off and so was his white noise tape. Silence meant he could listen for Michael better. Mike laid, his hands on his chest, and waited. His eyes were unable to close as heat curled in his stomach. The thought that Michael was watching him at this very moment, peering through the window, was exhilarating. He definitely couldn’t sleep in this state.
Wind whistled outside. Then, a crack, like someone stepped on a twig. Mike thought about sitting up, then decided against it. Would Michael finally pull himself together and just climb in through the window? Fuck, Mike hoped so.
A minute passed. Then another. Annoyance grew within Mike. He sat up and looked out the window. There was nothing there; nobody was there. That didn’t make any sense though. Michael had been outside his room for the past five nights, for him to give up now seemed improbable. He seemed like a stubborn man – from what Mike could gather about him.
“Michael. I know you’re there.” There were a few moments of silence before the window creaked upon.
Michael slipped through the open window. “And here I was thinking I was clever.”
Mike rolled his eyes. Even in the dark he could make out Michael’s sly grin. “Maybe you should think more about who you’re stalking before you go about it.” He sat up.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Michael folded his arms and leaned against the window frame. His form was lithe, serpentine almost. He held himself with a sense of confidence that Mike wanted to rip from him. Michael didn’t deserve to be confident given the situation – Mike was the one with the power. Right?
“Michael.” The man’s name felt strange on his tongue, but not horrible, just different.
Michael grinned. “Mike.”
Oh, that certainly felt different. There was a hint of a tease to Michael’s tone, but a clipped questioning as well. Mike wanted to know how far he could push that. There was no way that Michael could be cocky forever, at some point he would crack. What would it look like when he did? The thought filled him with near delirium. “Come over here.”
“I’m not your dog, Schmidt.”
“That’s not what you called me before.” Hearing his first name fall from Michael’s lips was sweet, nearly sickeningly so even when the latter’s tone was anything but.
Michael rolled his eyes. “You can’t just boss me around.”
“Can’t I?” Now it was Mike’s turn to tease the other. He found that as he did heat grew in his stomach, not quite white hot just yet, but that would surely come soon enough.
Michael’s smirk fell. His tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. Obediently, he walked – or rather sauntered – to the side of the bed. He stood and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Is this better?”
Mike’s eyes ran over Michael’s body – his slacks were tented. “Much better.” Mike never would have guessed that this was the route the night would take him, but he wasn’t really complaining about that.
Michael’s breath quickened. “You know, you’re truly a boring person.”
Mike inched to the edge of the bed. “Is that so?” he slotted his leg between Michael’s, thigh too low to create any friction. “Maybe you should have found a more interesting person to stalk then.”
Michael curled a strand of Mike’s hair around his finger; there was a slight tug that made the latter suppress a groan. “I don’t know. I think I might like boring.”
“Surprising for you.” Mike looked up to Michael’s lips – they were thin, curled into a sly grin again that Mike wanted to chew off him. He slid his hand over Michael’s hip, slipping his thumb under the man’s belt. “How about you show me how much you like boring.” Mike raised his hand higher, toying with the buttons on Michael’s shirt. When he got to the collar he yanked the man down until Michael’s lips were a breath away from his. He stayed still for a moment. If Michael wanted release then he had to take it, that way Mike would know they were on the same page.
Michael, the impatient man that he was, surged forward. His kiss was bruising, mostly from the amount of teeth he used. Michael rolled Mike’s bottom lip between his teeth. Mike let out a hiss. The heat was getting worse, almost as if he was burning up from the inside out. Michael wrapped his hand around the back of Mike’s head and tugged.
“Fuck.” Mike pushed the man back.
Michael’s face was flush, the red a stark contrast to his pale skin. He went to lean back in, but Mike put a hand on Michael’s shoulders and pushed him down until he was on his knees. What a sight that was. Michael looked up at him with blown out pupils.
Mike couldn’t help it, Michael was so beautiful, looked so precious, that he couldn’t help but cup the man’s cheek. He stroked Michael’s cheek bone; like the rest of him, it was sharp. “I have to say, you look a lot better like this.”
“Fuck you.” There wasn’t a lick of real anger in his voice, too overcome by arousal.
“Maybe another time.” That image wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for tonight, but he had to admit, the thought had his dick growing harder by the second.
Michael rested his cheek against Mike’s thigh. “You’re an asshole.”
“Take’s one to know one.” Mike’s dick was prominent through his sweats, but Michael didn’t seem as affected by it as he would have expected. “You talk too much.” That was the only competent sentence he could string together with all his blood rushing from his brain.
“Are you going to do anything about that?”
As much fun as Mike was having with dragging the charade out, he thought he was going to cream his pants if they didn’t hurry along. He nudged Michael away as he slipped off his sweats along with his boxers. There was a slight thrill that ran down his spine as he saw Michael still dressed in his button down shirt and slacks. His cock slapped against his stomach, the tip flush and leaking. It had been too long since he’d had a good lay, or a lay at all. Mike wanted to believe that was the only reason he was having such a reaction to Michael’s advances, but he wasn’t that stupid.
Michael was a freak, but he was a hot one that Mike wanted to mark up and see writhe atop his bed. Maybe that made him just as much of a freak.
Michael was still sitting back on his heels. Shit, he was waiting for permission. Mike slipped his hand back into Michael’s hair and wrapped his other around his cock. “No biting.” He knew the warning would likely be ignored, but if Michael waited for permission, maybe he’d listen to a few more commands.
“Yes, Sir,” Michael mocked.
Precum dripped from Mike’s slit.
Before he could get another word out, Michael wrapped his lips around Mike’s tip. He stayed there for a while, sucking like his life depended on it, giving the slit kitten licks. He took the rest of Mike’s cock in hand, stroking up and down in time with his sucks.
Mike threw his head back with a groan. “Deeper, Michael, I know you can take it.” Really he didn’t, but his brain was too overrun by hormones to be logical.
Like a good dog, Michael took Mike deeper into his mouth. Spit dribbled from the side of his mouth, and Mike smeared it across the man’s cheek. It shone in the moon’s light. Michael made a performance out of giving a blow job. He raised his head, tongue lapping at the underside of Mike’s dick, following the vein like a guiding light. Just when it seemed that the suction was gone, he impaled himself once more.
The tip of Mike’s cock hit the back of Michael’s throat. Without thinking, Mike pushed Michael deeper until he was gagging on it. “Oh shit, you’re taking me so deep, so good, so fucking good for me.”
Michael moaned and the vibration nearly made Mike spill down the man’s throat.
Not wanting to end so quickly, Mike gripped Michael’s hair and pulled him off. He looked wrecked. His cheeks were splotchy, spit coated his chin, and tears sparkled in the corner of his eyes. Michael was beautiful.
He fought against Mike’s grip, trying his hardest to dive back down. “Please, fuck Mike, please let me suck your cock. I can take it. Make me take it.”
The words only caused Mike to hold harder. “You gonna be good?”
Michael whimpered.
Praise seemed to do the trick. The more Michael whimpered and whined, the harder Mike got. “That’s right.” He ran his finger over Michael’s slick bottom lip. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
Michael nodded. “Your good boy, only yours.”
It took everything within Mike not to bust. He pushed his thumb between Michael’s lips. “Then you listen.”
Michael’s face scrunched.
In retrospect, Mike should have expected it, but the pain that coursed through his finger as Michael bit down was still a shock. “Fuck!” He pulled his thumb from Michael’s mouth and gripped the man’s face. “I said no teeth.”
“I must have forgotten.”
Mike squeezed a little harder.
Michael inched forward and tried to grind against Mike’s calf. Mike pushed him away. “Only good boys get to cum.”
Worry flashed over Michael’s face. Apparently the chance that he would get through the night without orgasm was enough to break down his bratty exterior. “I’ll listen.”
Mike thought back to Michael’s earlier joke. “Who are you going to listen to?”
“To you, Mike.”
“I don’t think that’s what you called me before.” Mike had always been a little more dominant in bed, but it had never stretched on to something like this. However, he was quickly learning that it was something he was missing out on.
Michael swallowed; Mike wished it was around his cock. “I’ll listen to you, Sir.”
Mike had to take a breath to compose himself. “Exactly, baby.” The blush on Michael’s face deepened. It seemed that they were both unlocking things tonight. He ran his hands down Michael’s neck. “I’m going to fuck you wide open tonight, baby.” He peppered in the pet name more and more just to see Michael’s reaction. The whines it elicited were delightful. Mike trailed his lips down the vast expanse of Michael’s neck. “How many fingers do you think you could take?”
Michael worked on his shirt, futilely trying to unbutton it. His fingers shook too much though. The longer he tried, the more frustrated he got. Mike half expected him to just tear it off.
Mike took charge and slipped Michael’s shirt off. “Up.” Next, he unbuckled Michael’s belt and watched at the fabric pooled around his ankles. Not quite finished, he shucked off the man’s briefs until he saw the glorious sight that was Michael Afton naked in front of him. Mike couldn’t keep his hands off of the man. He danced his fingers across Michael’s torso, rolling the other’s nipples between his fingers.
Michael hissed. “Please, Sir, just fuck me already.”
Mike pulled Michael closer, working hard to avoid the other’s dick as much as he could. Once he started there, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. “Let me spoil you. You’re my good boy right, good boys deserve rewards, don’t you want that?” Truly, there was nothing Michael had done recently, possibly ever, to deserve such treatment, but Mike’s own head was getting fuzzy so he didn’t think it mattered all that much.
Michael ducked his head, trying to hide his face. He mumbled something Mike couldn’t make out.
“What was that, baby?” Mike left a bruising grip on the man’s hips. He hoped the fingerprints stayed into the morning and longer.
Michael looked down at Mike, his hands braced on the man’s shoulders. “I don’t deserve rewards. I’m not good.”
In the back of Mike’s mind, he was piecing together why Michael was the way that he was. His childhood likely had a part to play in that, growing up with William Afton as a father couldn’t have been easier, especially not with the stories Mike had heard from Vanessa.
No, he didn’t want to think about her right now.
Mike guided Michael onto the bed, his naked body on full display. Mike shucked off his shirt, tossing it to some far corner of the room. He wanted as much skin to skin contact as possible. “You definitely deserve something for that performance you just put on.” The thought had Mike’s cock jumping. He ran his hands over Michael’s thighs – the man was so thin, too thin. “Keep your hips down, okay?”
“Okay.” Michael’s voice sounded too far away.
Mike’s heart jumped. This was just supposed to be sex. He wasn’t actually supposed to care about whatever the fuck Michael was going through, that was none of his business, but seeing the man so vulnerable laid before him made Mike want to cradle Michael close to his chest and protect him from the world.
Holy shit. He was far more of a freak than he originally thought. “Hey,” he pressed a line of kisses down Michael’s jaw. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“No!” Michael jumped; his eyes flew open in fear. “Please, Sir. Don’t leave, please don’t leave.”
Mike shushed Michael as gently as he could. He leaned down and took Michael’s lips with his. The kiss was softer than their first one, but deeper. Michael forced his tongue into Mike’s mouth, and the latter let him. It was clear that Michael needed to be close at the moment, and Mike would give him that – besides, it was hot as hell.
Mike pulled away, breathless. “Hips down while I’m prepping you, and I’ll fuck you.” The words sounded too crude for what Mike wanted to do.
Michael seemed a little bit more put together as he let out a soft, “yes,” and leaned back into the pillows.
Mike searched his bottom drawer for a bottle of lube and condom. He uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount of his fingers, rubbing them together to try to warm it up a bit more. Michael’s legs were already spread, hole clenching around nothing. The sight was picturesque. “I’m gonna start with one, baby. I know you can take it.” Mike circled Michael’s hole with a lubed finger, letting the man grow accustomed to the sensation, before pushing in. Michael was tight, tense with more than just muscular contractions. “Relax for me, remember, you’re my good boy, Michael.”
“Hgn,” Michael whined, but the words seemed to do the trick, he loosened up.
Mike worked one finger in, shallowly fucking Michael, before adding another. It was slightly easier since the man had grown more relaxed. Mike searched for that bundle of nerves within Michael that would have him seeing stars. Aside from the one slip up with his teeth, he had been a good boy throughout the night.
Also sans stalking, but that was neither here nor there.
“Fuck!” Michael arched his back pornographically, arm coming up to cover his mouth.
“Arms down, Michael, I want to hear everything.”
Michael trembled as he put his arms down, but he listened to the command. “I need more. Sir, I need your cock, give me your cock.”
“Net yet, baby. One more finger, you can take one more, can’t you.”
Michael shook his head.
Mike brushed against Michael’s prostate again and savored in the man’s moans. “You’ll take my fingers until I decide you get your reward. Good boys listen to commands.”
Michael gave a full body shudder. “Good boy.”
“That’s right.” Mike eased another finger in. Michael’s hole took it greedily. The squelch of lube filled the room, intermixed with Michael’s whines. No matter how much Mike abused his prostate though, he followed Mike’s command and kept his hips to the mattress. Slowly, Mike eased his fingers out and watched as lube dripped from Michael’s hole. He wished he had a camera so he could remember this moment forever. “So pretty for me. Beautiful.”
Michael shook his head once more. “Not pretty.”
Mike had to hard disagree with that. Even not in a blissful, fucked out state, Michael was a pretty man, annoyingly so. He ran his hands along Michael’s quivering thighs. “You don’t think you’re pretty? You wouldn’t contradict, Sir though, not my good boy.”
Tears streamed down Michael’s cheeks. “You’re lying.”
Mike leaned over Michael’s body as he pressed kisses to the man’s cheeks. “I’d never lie about that.” He dropped his head to rest beside Michael’s. He whispered into the man’s ear. “Say you’re my pretty boy, Michael.”
“No.” The man shook his head.
“No?” Mike leaned back. “I guess you don’t want me to fuck you then. That’s such a shame.” He grinded his bare cock against Michael’s ass. “I was looking forward to filling you up.” Fuck what a sight that would be, cum dripping out of Michael’s hole, waiting to be fucked right back in. Mike wouldn’t be able to leave him empty.
Michael chewed his lip. “I want you cock, Sir,” he practically moaned out.
“Then listen to me and say you’re pretty.”
Michael gave a half hearted attempt.
“Try again, baby, I can’t hear you.”
“I’m pretty.” Michael’s voice grew louder, but the words were still mumbled.
“Not quite.” Mike wrapped a lubed hand around Michael’s cock and gave it a few tugs. “You need to be louder for me.”
“I’m pretty.”
“Again.” Mike swiped his thumb over Michael’s slit.
The tears were back again. “I’m pretty, fuck, Sir, I’m pretty!”
Mike stopped his strokes. “Damn right you are.” He leaned back against and tore open the condom, slipping it on in one fluid motion. “Now it’s time for your reward for being such a good boy.” Even though Michael had been prepped with three fingers, the stretch was still there. “Oh baby, perfect for me. Clinging onto my cock so good.”
Michael rocked his hips back, forcing more and more of Mike into him. The stretch was likely too much too quickly, but Michael didn’t seem to care. When their hips became flush, Michael let out a high pitched moan. “Yes, Sir, please, please-” His moans were interrupted with sobs.
Mike never knew someone crying could be such a turn on. He gripped Michael’s hips and started to pull back out. The slide of his cock against Michael’s walls was exhilarating. “Take it, take it like a good boy, Michael.” He started to fuck faster, his thighs slapping against Michael’s ass.
Michael wrapped his legs around Mike’s hips, locking them together. He scratched at the man’s back, no doubt leaving long red marks that would be impossible to explain.
Mike didn’t know how long he was going to last, not after the perfect blow job Michael had given and now with the life being squeezed out of his dick. “I’m so close, so close, baby.”
“Inside, cum inside.”
It was a useless thing to say given that Mike had on a condom, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t play with the thought. “Inside? Want me to paint your insides white? I’ll fill you up and leave you dripping. Maybe I’ll plug you up and leave you full for me.” Mike didn’t know what it was about Michael, he’d never spoken like this to someone he was sleeping with, but the man seemed to bring out the worst in him. Or maybe it was the best.
Michael threw his head back as his walls clenched. “Fill me up, Sir, want your cum.”
“You’re gonna milk my cock like a good boy; I’ll never let a drop leak out of you.” Mike thrusted faster and faster. He was close, too close; he was going to spill any second. He reached between them and took Michael’s cock in his hand once more. He jerked the man off unsteadily. By the groans Michael exhibited, he didn’t seem to care though. “Good boy, you gonna cum for me, gonna cum for Sir?”
Michael frantically nodded. “I’m so close.”
Mike could feel pressure building in his lower stomach. He fucked into Michael a few more times before it all became too much. “Fuck, I’m cumming baby.”
Michael whined once more.
“That’s it, cum for me, let go, I know you can.” Mike sped up his strokes.
The muscles along Michael’s abdomen contracted. “Ah!” He spasmed atop the bed, legs writhing and back arching in a way that made Mike want to go for a round two immediately. Fuck, Michael was flexible. That opened up far too many avenues.
Mike collapsed against Michael’s chest, still buried in the man. His bones felt like they had melted. Michael’s heart beat rapidly beneath his ribs.
A moment of quiet passed. Their breathing slowly steadied as the night air chilled the room. Neither of them had remembered to shut the window.
“I should go.” Michael said, already trying to slip out from underneath Mike. His voice was still small, and his gaze was far away.
Mike would be a monster to let Michael take care of himself in his state. He reached out and pulled the man back. “Stay the night.” It was a dangerous game to play, allowing Michael into his life like this, but Mike couldn’t help it. He was drawn to the man like a moth to flame, and at this point he really didn’t care if he got burned.
Michael’s gaze softened. “Okay.” He slid closer to Mike.
“Good boy.” The name slipped out, but neither of them went to correct it.
Mike fell asleep to the sound of Michael’s breathing. He never slept better in his life.