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Mike and Will in the Upside Down, standing in the Wheeler’s living room. They stare at each other, just having confessed their mutual feelings. Mike leans in close and cups Will’s cheek, lowering his head down slowly. Will’s eyes drift closed as he lifts up to meet him halfway. Their lips collide and, unknown to them, Mike’s dad struggles with the tv signal on the other side.
Electrical currents seem to swirl around the two of them as they press closer. Will curls his arms around Mike’s neck; Mike’s hands travel down and settle on Will’s waist. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, teeth clattering and tongues wrestling. They break apart to catch their breath, gazing into the other’s eyes and appreciating the moment.
But then, the moment ends.
Their heads turn in unison at the sound of squelching footsteps coming from their left. “You two really are sweet together,” says a smooth, unfamiliar voice.
It belongs to a tall, blond man with bright blue eyes. The back of Will’s neck tingles and he knows this has to be Vecna or…
“Henry,” he breathes. Will drops his hands from Mike’s shoulders and grabs his hand. “Run!”
They dash their way through the house and out of the garage. They barely step three feet onto the driveway when they’re stopped by a woven wall of vines.
“You can’t leave yet,” drawls Henry from behind them.
Still hand in hand, they both whip around to see the tall man approaching. With the wave of his hand, the vines at their feet come alive and snake up their bodies. They’re ripped away from each other as the vines curl around them and drag them down to the cold concrete. Will swivels his head to see Mike thrashing with a fiery mix of fear and anger in his expression as he tries to reach for him.
Henry stands above them for a moment before kneeling between them. He grabs Will’s chin delicately with his long, slender fingers, and Will’s skin tingles beneath his touch.
“Don’t touch him!” he hears Mike shout from behind Henry.
“Don’t worry, Michael,” he says smoothly, still looking at Will. His expression is almost too soft. He forces Will to meet his eyes, who squirms under the piercing intensity of them. “I’ll take good care of this one.”
Will tries to yank his face away from Henry’s grasp, but he just grips tighter. He can feel the sting of Henry’s nails digging into his flesh. He glares up at him through full lashes to see a cruel smile curling on his lips.
“What do you want?” Will asks.
“I want you…” Henry leans in closer, and Will’s heart races as he uses his other hand to stroke his cheek. “To join me, William.”
Will’s skin tingles anew, and he feels multiple sensations happening at once. Henry’s hands on his face; the vines on his body. The blood rushing to his dick unwillingly as the tendrils begin to caress him through his clothes.
“Will!” he hears Mike cry out, his voice frantic.
Then, the firm press of lips against his own. The bite of cold against his bare skin from where the vines are now pulling at his clothes.
“Will!”
Will internally chastises himself for his response always being to freeze—never fight, never flight.
“Get the fuck off of him, you bastard!”
Henry smirks into the kiss, probably enjoying both boys’ reactions. Mike’s absurd kicking and screaming, and Will’s lack thereof. Will hates how his body reacts but not his mind. He’s painfully aware of how hard he is when the vines manage to tear away the last of his clothes.
Henry pulls away and licks his lips. He turns around enough to where his back is neither to Mike nor Will and looks between them.
Will’s exposed cock stands erect, and blood rushes to his cheeks when he realizes that he’s naked in front of Mike. That he was just kissed in front of Mike.
Will looks over to see him with his eyes shut, a look of disgust on his face. He can’t help but notice the outline of his hardened dick through his pants, though.
“Don’t be shy, Michael,” Henry says. “You know you want to look.”
The words have a shameful effect on Will, and he finds himself wishing Mike would open his eyes and look. A low groan is ripped from him as a tendril wraps wetly around his length. It pumps him up and down, gliding lazily against his sensitive skin.
He lets out another moan that gets lost inside Henry’s mouth as he comes back over and kisses him. Will hates this. He loves it. Fuck—he hates how much he loves it. He doesn’t want to kiss Henry, though. Or… maybe he does. But more than anything, he wants to kiss—
“Mike,” he says weakly against Henry’s mouth.
Henry draws back once more, and Will looks around him at Mike. His eyes are open now and they’re glazed over. He’s looking at Will with something he can only describe as want.
“Henry,” Will says, and the man smiles at hearing his name in that beautiful low voice.
He flicks his wrist and the vines loosen around both Mike and Will, the latter of whom hisses as the vine on his dick slides off. All three of them get to their feet, and Henry doesn’t even look worried that they’ll run.
Because why would they want to?
The energy in the air surges again when Mike rushes over and captures Will in a searing kiss. Henry comes up beside him and presses a kiss to his shoulder. When Will pulls back from Mike, stringy spit glistens between their lips. He tugs at Mike’s coat and, getting the idea, Mike strips down to nothing. Henry does the same and soon they’re all naked and fully hard.
Will stands there with Mike and Henry on either side of him now, both their lips placed hungrily on his skin. Henry licks at his neck where it’s exposed from being turned to kiss Mike again.
He hums against Will’s skin, “Let us take care of you, love.”
Henry’s hands glide over his skin, pinching his nipples and admiring his soft, lean stomach. He dips his head and takes Will’s nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling experimentally. Will hisses, and Mike nips at his lips.
“Yeah, baby,” Mike murmurs. He kisses his jaw. “We’ll take care of you.”
He laps at Will’s neck and Henry travels lower. Will lets out a surprised moan as fingers wrap around his cock once more. “Fuck,” he breathes when Henry starts to move his hand.
Will’s too blissed out to feel the cold against his flushed skin. All he can focus on is the wet flick of Mike’s tongue traveling down and the soft skin to skin contact on his dick. He’s not sure how long he’s gonna last under all the attention.
He looks down to find both Mike and Henry looking up at him and doesn’t even bother holding back the moan that bubbles up at the sight. He watches with glazed eyes as Mike reaches forward to take him in his hand, while Henry’s hands explore Will’s stomach once more.
He gets to his feet, and Will’s eyes flutter shut as Henry’s lips find his own. His tongue slips easily into his mouth, and Henry takes no time in sucking on Will’s and making him shudder. His legs tremble slightly when, at the same time, Mike flicks his tongue along the underside of his cock. It punches a moan out of him, and his head lolls to the side. Henry kisses his way over to Will’s ear and sucks on it gently. His legs threaten to buckle again when a warm, wet heat slides over the length of his cock.
He glances down to see Mike kneeling in between his thighs. His head moves slowly back and forth, tongue sticking out slightly, as he tries to take as much of Will as he can.
“Holy shit, Mike…” Will’s hands fly into his hair, instantly threading inside the silky black curls.
Mike hums around him, and Will’s insides begin to heat up. Henry lowers his attention once more to Will’s chest. His toes begin to curl, and he’s finding it hard to stay standing up. Mike seems to sense this, because he grabs onto his hips to hoist him up a bit.
Will thinks he hears a faint whisper coming from all around him. The words are drowned out by the light buzz thrumming through his eardrums, but he’s nearly certain that he hears them. It’s hard to focus, though, because his skin is burning. He thinks he makes out the word “seven” before heat surges through his body.
Mike and Henry’s slick tongues dance all over him, sucking and biting at just about every inch of his skin. Will hadn’t even noticed that Henry started fucking into his free hand until he he heard the pretty pants dripping from his breath; they only add to the pool of pleasure building inside him.
“Mike,” he tries to warn, tapping against his shoulder.
He’s answered with the intense suction of Mike’s lips tightening around him. Mere seconds later, Will’s vision becomes hazy and he sees stars bursting behind his closed eyelids as he comes harder than he’s ever achieved by himself. He tugs harshly at Mike’s hair, screaming a slurred mix of Mike and Henry’s names.
Still unknown to any of them, the light above Mike’s garage flickers on the other side.
Will curls into his release, eyes fluttering open as he comes down from it. He gives another kiss to Henry before pulling Mike up and crashing their lips together. He pulls back and notices both of them are still hard, despite Henry jerking off earlier. Mike never did though.
They both watch as Will lowers himself to his knees between the two of them. “Now,” he says, taking their cocks into either of his hands, “let me take care of both of you.”