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The party had been gone for nearly an hour, leaving the Wheeler basement thick with the comfortable air of a summer night. It was just the two of them, now sprawled out near the TV, the flickering blue light of the TV illuminating their faces.
"No, Mike, we’re not watching Star Wars again," Will said, his voice playful but firm. "We’ve seen it enough times to recite the script. Let’s watch something... new. Something different."
"It’s a classic, Will! It’s a comfort film," Mike countered, leaning back on his elbows. He shot Will a challenging grin. "Tell you what. First one to the movie bin gets to pick. No complaints and no whining."
Will raised an eyebrow, a spark of something unrecognizable dancing in his eyes. "Fine. On three?"
"On three." Mike tensed his muscles, ready to spring. "One... two... three!"
Mike lunged forward, but he didn't even make it off the cushions. Suddenly, the air in the room felt like it had turned to fire. An invisible, suffocating weight slammed into his chest, pinning him flat against the sofa. He gasped, but the air wouldn't come; it felt like he was being submerged in deep water. He strained his neck, his pulse hammering in his ears, and saw Will.
Will wasn't running. He was standing calmly by the movie bin, his back to Mike, casually shifting through the movies.
Minutes felt like hours as Mike struggled against the crushing force. His vision blurred at the edges, his lungs burning for oxygen. Just as the panic began to peak, Will finally stood up, a tape in hand. He turned around and walked slowly toward the couch.
A dark, vibrant streak of blood was trailing from Will’s left nostril, stark against his pale skin. He looked powerful. He looked dangerous. He looked hot as fuck.
"You snooze, you lose," Will murmured, holding up the movie, a horror film Mike hadn't even noticed they owned.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Will released the pressure. Mike collapsed into the cushions, gasping violently, clutching his chest as oxygen finally flooded back into his system. "Hey... that’s... that’s not fair," Mike wheezed out, his heart racing, not just from the lack of air, but from the terrifyingly beautiful sight of Will standing over him.
Will smirked. He sat down and rested a hand firmly on Mike’s knee. The heat of his palm seared through Mike’s jeans. "Life isn’t fair, Mike," Will laughed softly, then turned to slide the movie into the player.
As the movie started, Mike’s mind was a chaotic buzz of static. He should have been annoyed that he was cheated, but he couldn't stop staring at the side of Will’s face. He felt a shameful thrill at having been completely dominated, so helpless under Will’s literal thumb. He wanted to see it again. He needed to see that look of absolute control on Will’s face.
"Hey, Will?" Mike asked, his voice a bit tighter than usual.
"Hmm?"
"Can you grab me the chips?" Mike pointed to the table across the basement, well out of reach.
Will groaned, eyes fixed on the screen. "Come on, Mike. You’re closer. Get them yourself."
"No, come on, I’m comfortable," Mike protested, leaning into the lie. "Please? Just... use your powers or something." He gave Will a look, the one he knew Will could never resist.
Will sighed. He turned his gaze toward the bag of chips. A second later, the bag lifted into the air, and drifted across the room, dropping into Mike’s lap. Will let out a breath, and a fresh drop of blood escaped his nose.
"There," Will muttered, wiping the crimson smudge with the back of his hand.
Mike was speechless. The sight of the blood, the casual display of raw power, turned him on more than he would like to admit aloud. He felt his body react, a sudden, heavy heat pooling in his lap. He quickly adjusted the bag of chips to hide the evidence, his dick throbbing.
"Give me some," Will demanded, reaching over. Mike handed him a measly couple of chips.
"That’s it? Come on, Mike, give me the bag."
"No way, these are mine now. Get your own."
"I literally flew them to you!" Will laughed, reaching for the bag, but Mike twisted his body away, shielding the chips like a prize. "Mike, stop being a dick."
"No," Mike said flatly, a playful challenge in his voice.
Will sighed again, but this time, the air changed. Mike felt an invisible hand grab his shoulder and hip. His body was forcibly jerked around, his torso twisting back toward Will against his own volition. He saw Will’s hand outstretched, fingers trembling slightly with the effort. Another streak of blood was beginning to flow.
The sight was undoing Mike. As Will snatched the bag from his hands, his eyes traveled down, landing on the unmistakable bulge in Mike’s sweats. The silence in the basement became deafening.
"Mike," Will said, his voice dropping an octave. "Are you... hard?"
Mike froze, his face burning. He tried to turn away, but he realized Will was still holding him in place. He was a prisoner to Will’s gaze. Will waved his hand, releasing the hold, and Mike slumped, hiding his face in his hands. He grabbed a pillow and slammed it over his lap.
"Oh my god, shut up. Please, just forget it. This is so embarrassing," Mike muffled into his palms.
Suddenly, the pillow was ripped from his grasp and hurled across the room by an unseen force. Mike snapped his head up. Will was staring at him, his expression unreadable, the blood from his nose now reaching his lip.
Without a word, Will leaned in. The kiss was sudden, a desperate collision of lips that lasted only a second before Will pulled back, his eyes wide with a flash of regret. "Oh my god, Mike, I’m sorry-"
"Do it again," Mike whispered, his voice cracking.
"What?"
"Please. Kiss me again."
Will didn't hesitate. He tossed the crinkling bag of chips aside and crashed his lips back onto Mike’s. This time, the hunger was raw. He crawled forward, his knees digging into the sofa cushions on either side of Mike’s hips, straddling his lap completely. The sudden weight settling over Mike's hard cock made Mike gasp into the kiss, his heart hammering against his ribs.
The kiss turned feral. Their tongues clashed, the taste of Will’s blood now a permanent, metallic spice on Mike’s tongue. Will’s hands fisted into Mike’s hair, pulling his head back to gain a better angle, his teeth catching and tugging on Mike’s lower lip until a broken, needy groan vibrated through both their chests.
Driven by a sudden, sharp spike of possessiveness, Mike broke away. He buried his face in the crook of Will’s neck. He began to leave a frantic trail of bruising kisses along Will’s jawline, moving down to the sensitive pulse point.
He gathered the soft skin between his teeth, nipping sharply before latching on, sucking intensely. He wanted to brand Will. He wanted everyone to see exactly where Mike’s mouth had been.
"Mike, stop... you’re gonna... you’re gonna leave a mark," Will gasped, his breath hitching as his head fell back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. His hands, still buried in Mike's hair, tightened, trying to pull him away, but eventually dragging him closer.
"That’s the point," Mike growled against his skin, his voice vibrating deep in Will’s throat.
Mike found the corded muscle of Will's neck and bit down. It wasn't a gentle nip; it was hard, a sharp sting of teeth that sent a jolt of electricity straight through Will’s nervous system.
The pain triggered an immediate, subconscious flare of Will’s survival instinct. His powers spiked in a sudden, accidental, violent surge of adrenaline.
Bam.
An invisible tidal wave hit Mike. He was slammed backward into the sofa cushions with enough force to knock the wind out of him. A crushing wall of force pinned him flat, his arms splayed out, his chest feeling like an elephant was standing on it. He couldn't move a single finger.
His vision swam, but as it cleared, his eyes, glassy and dilated, locked onto Will. He was mesmerized. The feeling of being completely at Will’s mercy, physically incapable of resisting, was the most intense rush Mike had ever felt.
Will’s eyes went wide, his hands trembling as he realized what he’d done. He immediately dropped his hand, the psychic weight vanishing instantly. "I’m sorry! Mike, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I just-"
Mike didn't let him finish the apology. He lunged forward from the cushions and captured Will’s mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, silencing Will's panic with his need to taste him. Before Will could even process the shift, Mike slid back down to his neck, his movements more aggressive than before.
He went for the exact same spot, biting even harder this time, his teeth sinking deep into the tender skin. He moved lower, his mouth hot and wet until he reached the shelf of Will’s collarbone. He nipped at the bone, then used his tongue to soothe the sting before biting down again, hard enough to leave a vivid, angry red mark. He was testing Will, provoking him, practically begging for the invisible hands to wrap around him again.
"You like this," Will realized, his voice trembling with the intoxicating surge of discovery. He watched the way Mike’s pupils swallowed his irises, the way his body strained toward the very force that held him captive. "You like it when I’m the one who decides what happens."
Will decided to lean into it, a dark, playful spark igniting in his eyes. He didn't just want to participate; he wanted to dominate Mike. With a slow, deliberate twist of his wrist, he exerted a psychic pull. Mike’s chin was forced upward, his head snapping back against the cushions until his throat was arched and fully exposed to the flickering basement light.
"My turn," Will whispered.
He leaned down, burying his face in the sensitive column of Mike’s neck. He started with a slow, agonizing lick from the base of Mike’s collarbone up to the hinge of his jaw, tasting the salt and heat of his skin. Then, he sank his teeth in.
Will wasn't gentle. He mimicked the exact aggression Mike had shown him, but with the added terror of Mike's immobility. He latched onto the corded muscle of Mike's neck, sucking with a hungry force that he knew would leave a dark bruise. Mike’s chest heaved, his heart pounding against Will’s own, but he was a statue under Will’s mental grip.
Mike tried to let out a moan, a desperate sound of praise and surrender, but his jaw remained locked tight by Will’s will. He was forced to experience the sensation in a vacuum of silence, every nip of Will’s teeth and every wet slide of his tongue magnified a thousand times.
Will pulled back just an inch, his lips hovering over the reddened skin he’d just marked. "You were so busy trying to claim me, Mike," he murmured, his breath hot against the bruise. "Did you forget what I can do? I can make you feel everything, and you can’t even make a sound unless I let you."
Will moved to the other side, finding a spot right under Mike’s ear. He bit down hard, a sharp, stinging nip that made Mike’s entire body shudder. Will followed it up by sucking the skin into his mouth, his tongue swirling in a torturous circle until he felt Mike’s pulse racing beneath his lips. He was giving Mike exactly what he wanted: a total loss of control.
Will looked up, a fresh smear of blood from his nose catching on his upper lip, his expression one of pure triumph. "You like being in my control, don't you? Sitting here and taking it?" Will whispered.
Mike’s eyes pleaded. Will moved his hand slightly, allowing Mike’s jaw to move.
"I fucking love it," Mike choked out. "I need you right now."
The force returned, silencing him. Will stood up, moving with a slow, deliberate cruelty that made Mike ache. He stripped out of his clothes, eyes never leaving Mike’s, putting on a show of his own power. When he was bare, he released Mike again.
"Will, please. I need to fuck you," Mike begged, falling forward.
"Take your clothes off," Will commanded.
Mike scrambled, kicking off his sweats and throwing his shirt into the dark corners of the basement. He reached for Will, wanting to pull him down, but he was instantly shoved back onto the cushions.
"I didn’t say you could touch me," Will teased, his voice dark. "You’re being bad."
Will dropped to his knees between Mike’s spread legs, his movements slow. He wrapped his fingers around Mike’s length, the friction of his palm causing Mike’s back to arch off the sofa. Will’s thumb traced the tip, deliberately smearing the pre-cum across the sensitive head before he leaned in. The sight was intoxicating. Will’s face was still smeared with dried blood, giving him a primal edge that made Mike’s head want to explode.
When Will finally took him into his mouth, Mike let out a strangled cry. Will used his tongue with rough intensity, swirling it around the ridge while his hand worked the base at a slow, antagonizing pace. Mike’s hands twitched at his sides; he desperately wanted to fist his fingers into Will’s hair and take control, but the invisible shackles remained. He was a prisoner to Will’s mouth, forced to lie there and endure the mounting pressure, his eyes rolled back as he watched the bob of Will’s throat.
Finally, the crushing weight on Mike’s arms vanished. Mike didn't hesitate for a second; his hands lunged forward, burying deep into Will’s soft hair. He guided him, his fingers tightening as he pulled Will deeper, his hips bucking upward in a frantic search for friction.
"Fuck, Will... I’m close, I’m so close," Mike groaned, his voice breaking into a ragged sob of pleasure. He was on the very precipice, his vision spotting, his muscles coiling for the release.
Then, everything stopped.
It wasn't just that Will pulled away; it was a physical, internal wall. Mike felt a sharp, psychic pressure clamp down on his very nerves. The climax was right there, screaming to be let out, but Will’s power had reached inside him and "locked" it. It was a torturous, heavy ache that left Mike trembling, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches.
"Will, no! Please, please let me go," Mike begged, his voice a pathetic whimper. "I need it, please..."
Will didn't say a word. He looked at Mike, blood still glistening on his lips, and climbed onto Mike’s lap. He hovered over Mike’s tensed body.
"I told you, Mike," Will whispered, his voice dripping with dark, confident lust. "I can do anything with my powers. I can make you feel everything, and I can make you wait as long as I want."
Will didn't need to reach for any lubricant. With a sharp flicker of his eyes, he used his mind to force his own body to yield, the telekinetic energy acting as a phantom touch that prepped and opened him in an instant. He sank down onto Mike’s rigid length with one slow, agonizingly smooth motion.
A long, shuddering gasp escaped Will’s throat as he took every inch, his internal muscles clenching around Mike like a vice. He didn't move at first, simply relishing the fullness, his eyes locked onto Mike’s blown-out pupils. Then, he began to grind. It was a slow, torturous rotation of his hips designed to maximize the friction against Mike’s sensitive skin.
Mike’s hands flew to Will’s waist, his fingernails digging deep into the soft skin of Will’s hips, leaving white crescents behind. He was caught in a crossfire of intense frustration and overwhelming pleasure, his body shaking under the strain of being denied while being filled so completely.
Will’s eyes went white, the pupils swallowing the hazel until they were twin pits of cream. A fresh, hot streak of blood carved a path through the drying copper on his face, dripping off his chin and landing right on Mike’s collarbone. He raised his hand, fingers twitching in a cruel, rhythmic claw.
Snap.
The sound echoed in the quiet basement as Mike’s body was violently slammed back into the cushions. His spine arched, his arms were pinned flat at his sides as if they were bolted there, and his legs were forced wide, leaving him completely exposed and immobile. He was nothing but a living body for Will’s pleasure.
Will started to ride him; he began to move with a feral hunger. He lifted himself up and slammed back down, over and over, the sound of their skin slapping together loud in the humid air. He threw his head back, his throat working as he let out raw moans that vibrated through Mike’s entire chest.
"Look at you," Will breathed, his voice trembling with the high of his own power. He leaned forward, his sweaty chest brushing against Mike’s, but he kept Mike’s hands pinned away, denying him the simple mercy of a touch. He began to pick up the pace, his internal muscles pulsing around Mike’s length.
Mike was thrashing his head from side to side, his jaw working as he tried to scream, to groan, to beg, but Will held his voice captive, too. Mike’s eyes were bloodshot, swimming with tears of pure frustration. He was being used, and the humiliating beauty of it was making his di k feel like it was going to burst.
Will suddenly slowed down, hovering at the very top of a stroke, barely keeping the tip inside. He watched Mike’s face contort in silent agony,
"You want to touch me so bad, don't you?" Will whispered, leaning down until their noses brushed. He took a deep, shaky breath and reached out and traced a finger along Mike’s trembling bottom lip, mocking him with the softness of the touch. "You’re vibrating, Mike. You’re so pathetic for me right now."
He gave a sharp, sudden thrust that made Mike’s muffled voice crack in his throat. Will smirked, the blood from his nose staining his teeth a faint pink.
"Before I let you go," Will whispered, his voice dangerously low, "I need to hear you say it. I need to know you understand."
Mike’s head thrashed against the cushion, a desperate, wordless sound caught in his throat. Will flicked his fingers, relaxing the hold on Mike’s jaw just enough for him to speak, though his arms and legs remained pinned in that humiliating, spread-eagle sprawl.
"Who is in control, Mike?" Will demanded.
Mike swallowed hard, his throat dry, his entire body vibrating with the force of his denied climax. "You," he gasped out, the word sounding like a prayer. "You are. Please, Will..."
Will’s smirk was sharp, almost cruel. He shifted his hips, grinding down with a sudden force that made Mike’s eyes roll back into his head. "I didn't hear you. Say it like you mean it. Who has you like this?"
"You do," Mike sobbed, the desperation finally breaking through. "You’re in control. You’ve always been in control. Please, Will, I’m yours- just let me fuck you, I’m going to lose my mind!"
The admission seemed to satisfy something dark within Will. He watched a fresh drop of blood fall from his nose and smear across Mike’s cheek, a brand of his power.
"Good boy," Will murmured, the praise dripping with honeyed malice.
He closed his hand into a fist and then snapped his fingers open. The invisible weight vanished instantly. The sudden freedom was jarring; Mike’s body jolted as if he’d been dropped from a height. He didn't waste a single heartbeat. Mike lunged upward, his hands finally finding space on Will’s waist, his fingers digging in so hard they left marks.
He flipped Will over in one violent motion, slamming Will’s back into the couch cushion, pinning him into the cushions in a messy missionary blur.
He crashed his lips against Will’s, the kiss tasting of salt, sweat, and the iron tang of blood. It was chaotic, their tongues clashing as Mike began to drive into Will with a punishing force. Each thrust was deep and sent wet, slapping echoes through the basement.
Under the cover of the kiss, Mike’s hands moved. He grabbed Will’s wrists, fisting them together and slamming them back against the cushion of the couch.
Will’s eyes flew open, wide with shock. He let out a muffled protest against Mike’s mouth, trying to wrench his arms free, but Mike was a wall of solid muscle and adrenaline. Will felt small beneath him, pinned by a weight that wasn't psychic, but raw and human.
"Mike, what are you-" Will gasped as Mike broke the kiss. He wiggled his shoulders, his breath hitching as he tried to summon the focus for his powers, but Mike didn't give him an inch of breathing room.
"Stay down," Mike growled, his voice low, with a hint of dominance. He didn't stop moving, his pace increasing until Will’s head was thumping against the cushions.
"Mike, come on, let go... I want to touch you," Will begged, his back arching as a particularly deep thrust hit his sweet spot. His fingers twitched in Mike’s iron grip, desperate to reach out, to claw at Mike’s back, to regain some control he’d just had.
Mike let out a dark, breathy chuckle. He released one of Will’s wrists only to wrap his hand firmly around Will’s jaw, forcing Will’s head back and making his white eyes look Mike directly in the eye. The power in Mike’s gaze was rough. It was the look of someone who had been pushed too far and was now enjoying making the other squirm.
"It’s not so fun when the roles are reversed, is it?" Mike teased, his thumb pressing hard into the hollow of Will’s cheek. "Look at you. Just a second ago, you were king, and now? Now you’re just pathetic, pinned down and taking every inch I give you."
Will’s breath hitched, his white eyes becoming glassy with a mix of tears and overwhelming lust. He tried to turn his face away, but Mike’s grip was absolute.
"Come on, Will," Mike instigated, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Use your powers. Stop me. Throw me across the room as you did before. Make yourself free."
Will didn't move. He couldn't. The mental tax of the night, combined with the physical sensation of Mike finally-finally-fucking him senseless, had drained him. He looked up at Mike, defeated and beautiful, his chest heaving.
Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Will’s ear. "That’s what I thought. Deep down, you love being a whore on your back for me. You love being used."
The insult acted like a spark to a fuse. Will’s hand, the one Mike had momentarily let go, whipped up, not to touch Mike, but as a telekinetic warning, a sharp burst of energy that shoved Mike’s hand away from his face.
"Mike, shut the fuck up," Will hissed, his voice bitter and trembling with a need that hurt. "Shut up and do your job. Fuck me until I can't move."
Mike didn't need to be told twice. He switched his grip, fisting both of Will’s wrists in his left hand again, pinning them so hard the knuckles went white. He turned animalistic, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, more desperate. Low growls escaped his throat with every shove of his hips, his body working like a machine as he drove Will hard into the cushions.
Seeing Will so vulnerable, hearing the frantic, broken moans escaping his blood-stained lips, sent Mike over the edge. He reached down with his free hand, grabbing Will’s length and pumping it in sync with his thrusts.
"Please, Mike... don't stop, don't ever stop," Will sobbed, his head tossing from side to side.
Mike went faster, his own vision blurring as he hit his limit. Will’s body suddenly went rigid, his back curving into a bow as he spilled hotly into Mike’s hand, a loud, high-pitched moan tearing from his throat. The sight of Will’s release triggered Mike’s own.
"Please... I love you, Mike... I love you so much," Will blabbed, his mind in a complete haze.
"Fuck, Will... I love you too," Mike groaned, the words forced out by the intensity of the moment.
Suddenly, the TV started to flicker. The screen strobing in a violent static of neon blue. Then, the desk lamp across the room began to hum, a low, angry buzz. The bulb glowed lighter and lighter until it was an unnatural white, the vibrating so hard it was almost audible over their frantic moans.
"Come inside me," Will begged, his legs wrapping around Mike’s waist to pull him even deeper. "Inside me."
With one final rough thrust, Mike let go. He bucked against Will as he came. Then the energy snapped. It was an explosion. A violent, invisible shockwave rippled out from Will’s body, hitting the walls with the force of a physical blow. The overhead fluorescent tubes shattered. The sound was deafening, a synchronized CRACK like a gunshot. Shards of glass rained down, followed instantly by the desk lamp exploding into a thousand pieces. The TV screen exploded with a sharp bang. Mike slumped forward, his forehead resting against Will’s, both of them drenched in sweat and shaking with the aftershocks.
As Mike slowly pulled out, a long, needy groan escaped Will’s lips, his body feeling empty and cold the moment the contact was lost. Mike stayed over him for a moment, looking at the beautiful mess they had made of each other.
The heavy silence of the basement returned, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing. Mike collapsed onto his back, his limbs feeling like jello, his heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt lightheaded. This is definitely more exercise than I’ve done in my entire life, he thought.
Beside him, Will was a motionless silhouette against the couch cushions. He lay perfectly still, his chest rising and falling in shallow, quick hitches. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, looking completely spent.
"Will?" Mike asked softly, "You okay?"
Will didn't open his eyes, but he gave a slow nod. "Yeah," he breathed out, the word barely a whisper. "Just… just a lot."
Mike propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at him with an expression of tender concern, "Like… too much? Or like 'good' a lot?"
Will let out a dry, raspy laugh that vibrated through the air. He finally opened his eyes, both of them finally back to the normal hazel color, looking up at Mike. "Good a lot, idiot. I just need a second for the room to stop spinning."
They stayed like that for a few minutes, the cool basement air chilling the sweat on their skin. Eventually, Will pushed himself up into a sitting position. The sight of him was beautiful; he was a map of their intensity. Sweat made his skin glisten, and the blood from his nose had traveled far, staining his chin, his hands, and even marking his chest in varying shades of crimson. The darker, dried patches contrasted with the fresh, bright red streaks, a visceral timeline of every time he’d used his power to hold Mike down.
Seeing the mess, Mike immediately scrambled off the couch. He grabbed a clean towel from the laundry pile near the washer and brought it back, sitting on the edge of the cushions. "Here," he said gently, dabbing at a particularly dark spot on Will's cheek before handing the cloth over. "You should probably wipe that off."
"Thanks," Will murmured, taking the towel. He moved slowly, wiping the blood from his face and hands.
The weight of what had happened, the confessions, the power dynamics, the raw intimacy, hung between them. Mike waited until Will had finished before he finally broke the silence.
"Can we… go shower? And then maybe actually talk about what this means for us?" Mike’s voice was steady, but his eyes were searching, hopeful.
Will looked at him, a genuine, soft smile breaking through his exhaustion. He reached out, his clean hand squeezing Mike’s knee. "Of course, Mike."
Mike felt a rush of relief, a smile of his own mirroring Will’s. "Great. Then come on. Join me."
Will didn't need to be told twice. He stood up, his legs a bit shaky, and followed Mike toward the stairs. There was no more invisible force holding them back, no more silence between them. As they left the basement behind, they both knew that while the power play was a thrill, the words they had whispered in the dark were the part that would last.