I feel as though I should preface this by saying that Mike only loves El. So sorry for this chapter but it was already written. Like I've said, this was written for fun and I'm just trying to clean it up and tie it together.

After this, no more just Mike and Max. And please remember, he's trying to give her what he knows she likes. He's really not trying to be an ass.


By late September, El had been back for a little over a month and Mike was like a different person. He was happy. While it was a welcome change for his family and friends, one friend was having a more difficult time with the sudden change. Actually, they all were different. El seemed to bring out a different side to all of Max's friends, which only fanned her flames of rage. She hadn't yet tried to get to know the girl. She couldn't see through the haze of jealously.

Max missed having sex with Mike. She missed the anger and the mocking. She missed the way he always knew how to make her feel small, which never failed to turn her on. Mike had a way of demeaning her and making her feel deliciously dirty that Max didn't think she'd ever find again.

She missed him using her.

Mike couldn't get enough of El being back. Now that he knew he hadn't been dreaming all the times she'd visited him he had told her everything, figuring she knew anyway. He vowed to never keep any secrets from her. He was shocked when El told him she felt sorry for Max and that she wanted to do anything she could to make it easier for her.

She even told Mike she wanted him to help in any way he could...even if it meant giving Max closure and one more time.

But today El was with Nancy and Mike's parents out shopping and being a normal girl, leaving Mike home alone. He had just gotten up.

That's when the doorbell rang.

"Hi," Max mumbled with a fake smile plastered on her face as she made her way inside Mike's house.

She didn't even wait for him to welcome her in before she pushed him aside and helped with slamming the door shut. She could read the confusion and slight fear in Mike's eyes, but that didn't stop her from spilling out her venomous words.

"How are you, asshole? Having fun with your not quite dead girlfriend? Yeah? Aw, that's great! Perfect! Except you forgot something, you dumb piece of shit-"

Mike was about to protest, his lips parting as he kept his eyebrows furrowed, but Max didn't allow him to interrupt her.

"Not this fucking time! I'm speaking now!" She yelled from the top of lungs, knowing very well that they were alone. She had met the Wheelers and El outside, plastering a fake smile across her face as she passed them, noticing how smug Eleven looked.

Or had she looked hopeful? Doesn't matter.

So Max took advantage of the opportunity.

"When were you going to tell me?!" Her tone was increasingly louder, along with her steps getting closer to Mike's form until her fingers balled around his shirt. "Or was it never? Did I really have to find out from Lucas?!" When El came back, Max was the last to meet her. The introduction had been awkward at best. The fact that the boys had practically kept El to themselves for the first two weeks after her return only fueled Max's jealousy and insecurities.

"What do you want? I fucking love her and I thought she was dead and I wanted to die every fucking day! And she came back! To me! Do you have any idea how that feels? To one day be ready to just die and then the next day feel like you can do anything, all because that one person who is more special than all the others made you feel whole again? No, I bet you don't. You act like it's all about you when it's my life and my happiness."

"It's always been about your life and your happiness! I fucking let you humiliate me over and over again and yeah, maybe I fucking liked it but that doesn't excuse the fact that you didn't tell me anything about your little girlfriend! And stop fucking talking about her all the time! You're fucking pathetic and disgusting and I pity her! Who the fuck would want to be with you? You're lucky I was bored all this time or else you would've never gotten anyone and I'm sure she'll leave you too because you're a fucking...nerd!"

As she yelled out the last word, Max's hands pressed onto Mike's shoulders as she pushed him until his back slammed against the front door. He seemed baffled beyond words and she looked at him, gasping and with teary eyes before her voice became softer.

"I need my fucking clothes back. I know my green t-shirt is at your place. Where the fuck did you put it?" She made her way to the second floor, her feet stomping over the carpeted stairs.

Mike followed Max up the stairs. He couldn't believe her audacity...except that he could. It was Max after all. He couldn't resist continuing the argument.

"Oh, you were just bored were you? Maybe that's true for the first time but after that you just liked taking my cock. How else can you explain you fucking me so many times? And don't even talk about El. She knows everything. She's such a better person than you because she actually feels bad for you! Crazy, right? She even told me to help you if I could. My little girlfriend whose name makes you roll your eyes. And why the fuck would it be my place to inform you that she was back? You're Lucas' girlfriend! Obviously he'd be the one to tell you. He was the one who told you about her in the first place!"

They had entered Mike's bedroom and Max was rummaging through his drawers and closet looking for her shirt.

"Shut the fuck up," Max gritted through her teeth as she continued to toss Mike's clothes on the floor. He didn't seem to mind the mess and she couldn't be bothered by it because all she could focus on was how to not let the tears run down her cheeks.

"Fucking found it."

Exhaling deeply, she took one last glance at Mike and hated to realize that she was still attracted to him. He could still be the one to degrade and make her cum because of it, but she knew she had to be strong and distance herself from him once and for all.

"Enjoy your stupid fucking life. Tell your girlfriend I didn't need your stupid help because you're a gross human being and I don't want anything to do with you."

Mike could tell that she was hurt and El did give him permission after all. He thought he could at least try and if she wasn't receptive to it, so be it.

But Mike knew what Max was into so he definitely wouldn't be taking the knight in shining armor approach.

"Ooh, so you say." Mike crossed to her but Max turned her back to him. "Tell me, Max. Are you wet right now? Because I can tell how horny you are by how you yell at me. You need my dick one last time?" He ran his hands over the fabric of her t-shirt, pausing right at the waistband of her shorts. His thumbs barely slipped into the waistline while his long fingers fell loosely down the front of her shorts, right over her pussy.

"I'm not. Or maybe I am. Maybe I'm just sweating right now because I'm grossed out by someone like you touching me. Because you never deserved me-," she whispered almost inaudibly before her breath hitched when Mike's fingers found her clit.

Despite her words, she let him massage her pussy through her panties and she sighed, a single tear falling down her cheek before she wiped it quickly. She knew for a fact that she wasn't crying because of her feelings, or lack thereof, for Mike, but she had gotten so angry she hadn't been able to help it.

"Still sucking at it, Wheeler. I feel bad for your girlfriend."

"If I suck then why did you just part your legs more? If I suck why don't you push me away? And fuck, Max," he knew he'd get to her by saying her name, "this isn't sweat that's covering my fingers. And there's so much," Mike massaged harder, pushing her panties into her slit and rubbing them around, getting them wet, "that it's like your cunt wants more than my fingers. It wants to be stuffed with cock doesn't it?"

He pulled her against him with his other hand, pressing his erection into her back while he continued to rub her.

"You can get it out of your system. I know you want me to fuck you so hard you limp out of here. If you want me to stop, just walk away. If you don't walk away right now though, I'm gonna make you scream my name."

"I'm gonna walk away," she started out but made no effort to move whatsoever.

She could feel Mike's smirk over the back of her head and she knew it was already too late to do anything about it. Mike was right - she was wet and definitely in need of more of him. Her body reacted accordingly, her ass pressing against his erection and making Mike almost lose his balance as he took a step backward before he pushed back against her. His hips moved unbearably slow against her butt, grinding and mock-fucking her from behind while she just stood there helplessly.

"Are you gonna do it or what? Before I fucking change my mind."

"Take off your clothes," Mike commanded. If this was going to be the last time, he was going to make it memorable.

"After you do I want you to suck on my cock but don't fucking make me cum. I know you'll want to memorize how it feels in your mouth, how it hits the back of your throat." Mike watched as she started to do what he told her to, her face full of shame and lust. Once she was naked, Mike stopped her.

"Hold on. First bend over so I can see how wet you are." He could tell she didn't want to obey but seemed powerless not to. "Fuck, you're dripping. I can see it. Your legs are slick." Mike wiped his hand down her ass crack and into her slit, hearing Max sigh. Then he spun her and pushed her down.

"Suck my dick. Smell it, Max. Remember how it smells when it's hard and about to slide into your mouth."

"Stop being so fucking gross," Max snapped back but she was on her knees already, her pale fingers wrapping around Mike's shaft as examined it.

The thought of this being the last time she was tasting him was too much to bear and she thought she would rather choke on his cock and deal with the physical pain than deal with the emotional distress.

Slowly, she wrapped her pretty pink lips around his dick and inched in until more than half was inside her mouth. She looked up at him right after, her ocean eyes so warm she was almost unrecognizable before she started slurping on his cock as if it was second nature to her.

"Does she let you fuck her throat like I do? Or does she suck your balls like this? I bet she doesn't," she started before taking each ball in her mouth.

It still stung every time Max mentioned El. And while El had in fact basically given him permission to do just this, one more time at least, it made Mike's chest ache to think about her right now while Max was sucking his dick in his bedroom in full daylight. Just thinking about what El's face would look like, how her brows would fall, her lip would tremble, and how her eyes would instantly water if she were to see such a display, even having given her permission, was enough to make Mike think twice.

"Wait. Maybe this isn't a good idea." Mike heard himself say it even as his hands went to her head and he started pushing in more, feeling his cock slide deeper down her throat and hearing her muffled gags.

Max took it all in, her eyes squeezing shut as Mike forced his cock deeper and faster down her throat. She let him do it despite his doubts hurting her ego, but she sucked it up like she had always done and just let Mike have his way.

And when she finally managed to take his cock out of her mouth by pressing her palms against his thighs until he was forced to let go, she wiped her mouth and glanced up.

"We can stop, sure," she stood up and stroked his sodden shaft with one hand. "But I might not be able to keep my mouth shut. I might have to tell her how bad you taste. Or we could do it like this. You fuck me so hard I forget this even happened and she won't find a thing. What do you think, Wheeler?"

"She doesn't need details from you, but I do tell her everything. I'll tell her about this. That's what love is, don't you know? Even the bad stuff is okay as long as you're together in it. And I'm just trying to help you. I know you want me to fuck you so hard that you forget. Forget how much you like it, my big cock getting stuffed into your every hole," Mike stood her up and got behind her, whispering into her ear as he fondled her breast with one hand and teased her clit with the other. "But I'll make it count because this is the last time. I belong to El, body and soul. She's just letting you borrow me. I'll make it good. I'm gonna make you cum at least twice." Dipping his legs, Mike's dick slid through Max's legs. "How do you want it? Oh, I know. You want me to make you beg because you really don't think you deserve to get fucked until you cum, do you? So beg me then."

Despite feeling the heat of Mike's cock on her inner thigh which caused her pussy to throb, there was nothing but a dull ache inside Max's chest. She knew Mike and El loved each other, so much that she had become nothing to him in just a matter of seconds, but it still caused tremendous pain to hear the words coming from him.

Her tears threatened to fall but she kept them there as she turned around and looked at Mike. He seemed surprised to see her doing that instead of begging right away, but the grin on his face is what outraged Max the most. She just wanted the slap that stupid smirk off his face and in a moment of pure rage, she did. Despite her hand being so small, it smacked Mike's cheek so hard his head snapped to the right in an instant.

And before she could even realize what she was doing, Max was tugging at Mike's hair and pulling him down onto the bottom bunk until he was sitting up and holding his reddened cheek.

"You don't fucking tell me what to do. I taught you everything, you little shit. You would've had no idea how to fuck or even fucking exist without me! You were so heartbroken nobody wanted you around. And now you're here, ready to love her, because of me. So don't even fucking dare to treat me this way. You were mine and I got to do whatever I wanted. All those times of me begging? It's because I fucking wanted it that way. So you don't tell me what to do!"

She was yelling and rambling, unapologetic about not making any sense as she straddled Mike's thighs and lowered herself onto his dick. She bit her lip so he wouldn't get to hear her moan, even though she guessed he probably didn't even care if she did or not.

"It's too late to put you in your place now, but I should've fucking done it a long time ago. And don't forget you've been my little bitch once. Begging me to fuck your virgin asshole," she whispered as she bounced on his cock, her lips pressing against the cheek she had just smacked.

Mike was dazed. He knew she could get snarky but Max seemed utterly pissed. The slap is what caught him off guard. When it came down to it, Max Mayfield could take care of herself and she wasn't afraid to take what she wanted.

Damn, that was sexy.

But he couldn't let her have the upper hand. Mike let her sink down on him a couple of times, feeling her cunt grip his cock and pull it mercilessly inside, and then he remembered what he'd basically promised her.

"So I don't get to tell you what to do? We'll see about that. Make yourself cum right now. On my dick, while you're sucking it inside you with your pussy lips. Do it and then I'll make you cum. I just gotta grab something from the bathroom first. But yeah, you liked me begging you? Think about that, though you didn't deserve me doing it. You just won a game." Mike sat as still as he could with a hot pussy riding his dick. He wanted to make her work, but then he had a plan. He thought he might as well make it memorable for himself too.

"I didn't deserve you doing it. Ha!" Max repeated with a scoff. It was hard to even talk now that her pussy was continuously dropping onto Mike's cock until her ass glued to his thighs. She listened to the lewd sounds their bodies were making for a couple of seconds before adding, "You'd better fucking make me cum, nerd. Touch me."

As she commanded, her hands grabbed Mike's and forced him to cup her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples gently and she moaned, her head lolling back as she did so.

"You fucking slapped me and now you're barking orders. You never change." Mike's hands squeezed her tits, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her roughly. Max hissed, but didn't seem to be in pain. Mike then started sucking on one of her breasts, realizing how face to face they were in this position. He found that he felt angry; angry that she was so bold, angry that it turned him on...angry even that their weird playtime was ending. It had to be that way but Mike knew she'd been right when she said he wouldn't exist without her. He'd almost ended his life more than once in the past year and it was Max who nagged and prodded him, teased him and fucked him into sticking around.

"I don't want to look at you," he said through gritted teeth. He was moving forward though, somehow being pulled closer to her, their faces almost touching. "You disgust me most of the time," he whispered and then Mike felt his lips connect with hers.

Max's first instinct was to flinch and pull back, yet she didn't. It took all of her willpower to stay there and accept Mike's lips over hers. She couldn't even remember the last he had kissed her, but she was certain he had done it just to get something in return. Yet this time she had just slapped and talked down to him and he still wanted to feel her mouth against his and Max had no idea what to make of that.

Her brain screamed at her that this was nothing but pity, but she still allowed herself to be kissed. Her fingers were no longer pulling at his hair and instead running through his raven locks as the kiss deepened and their tongues ran over each other. Her eyes were starting to sting and despite being overwhelmed by Mike's gesture, the thought of them kissing for the last time swirled through her mind and caused her heart to ache.

It hurt so much she was determined to pull back, but all she managed to do was kiss Mike even deeper, her arms now wrapped around his neck as she tasted every inch of his mouth and wished he would never let go. He didn't seem to want to pull apart, but as the minutes passed by while Mike had his dick buried all the way inside her pussy as they kissed, Max realized she would rather stop this herself than feel the pain of having him trying to stop the intimate gesture.

As she pulled back, she refused to look him in the eye. It was too much and all she could do was look down at the way her hips started bouncing up and down on his cock. Her pussy swallowed him whole repeatedly and she sighed, feeling her orgasm approaching with every passing second but being unable to do anything besides moaning and whimpering in pleasure.

Mike had never kissed her like that. They'd kissed, but usually it was a lot of teasing and mocking, some biting and really just anything to make it seem less intimate.

But this was intimate. It was deep and to Mike it seemed like it was trying to say things neither of them could.

"You're right," Mike whispered as he watched her fuck him. She was bouncing deep and fast and looked ready to cry. "I wouldn't have made it without you. You're a really good friend, Max. Maybe the best. I hope you find something that makes you happy." Mike reached down and his thumb found her clit. He rubbed gently, remembering what he knew she liked. "I'm sorry if I ever took it too far. I had a lot of fun with you." He leaned in once more and kissed her neck. "Thank you."

"Are y-you sick?" Max tried to tease him, but it was getting harder now that his thumb was also playing with her clit while she fucked herself on his cock.

Mike grinned and Max could feel the pain in her chest slowly dissipating. Maybe that was all she needed. Maybe I just wanted to hear him say he was thankful and that I wasn't just nothing to him, she thought to herself as her body was signaling the impending orgasm. She gripped Mike's hair and moaned in his ear, harder and louder with every passing second.

"I don't care...if we keep doing this or not. Fuck, yeah, rub me…shit, you'll always be my little bitch, nerd."

She knew that wasn't true and, at the end of the day, she had been Mike's bitch and not the other way around, but that was all she needed to think of as she finally came on his hard dick, her thighs forced apart by his own as her ass contracted while she cried out in pleasure.

"There's the girl I know. I was getting worried when you hadn't insulted me in a little while. So we used each other. So what? I think we needed to. But you're in my bedroom right now. In my house. I think what I want gets top billing. If you're done cumming on me, can you slide off my cock for a second? Don't worry, I'll put it back in. I know you still want it." Mike pushed her gently off of him, leaving her slack-jawed and watching him leave the room, watching his pale ass as he disappeared into the hallway.

He returned a moment later with a towel in one hand and a bottle of clear liquid in the other.

"I don't know if I've ever told you, but you have a really nice ass. I want to soak you in baby oil so everything is highlighted while I fuck you. And you heard me right. This time, I'll be the one doing the fucking. You can just take it." Mike spread the towel on the floor at the base of the ladder to the top bunk. "Come here."

Max did, walking to him. The light from the window was bright and Mike could see everything on her body; her pert nipples, the wetness between her legs. He spun her to face the ladder.

"Raise your arms. Hold on to the top rung. Yeah, now bend over just a bit. This shouldn't be cold." He could see her craning her neck to see what he was going to do and Mike smiled, wanting to see it himself.

"I'm just gonna hose you down with this oil. Oh fuck, it's hotter than I thought. You're so slippery." Mike ran his hands over her ass. "Mmm, that's nice. Put one foot up on this lower rung." Max did and it caused her legs to spread more. Mike could see how her pussy lips had been drenched in the oil and the excess was dripping onto the towel she was standing on. "Fucking hot."

"What are you gonna do to me?" Max inquired unsurely.

Her neck hurt for being bent so much but she didn't want to miss the look on Mike's face - the way he looked at her shiny ass as if he was about to drool - and how nice his long fingers felt over her cheeks as he massaged her ass.

"Stop being such a pussy and fuck me, Wheeler," she murmured, trying to sound angry at him but her voice was a mere whisper as she watched him in amazement.

"Oh you want me to fuck you? Show me how much. Climb up another rung, sit on the ladder with your ass and pussy hanging off. Let me have my way." Mike was guiding her, making her move upwards. He was so close he could feel his dick bouncing off of her as they moved and he knew it had to be covered in oil.

"Yes, right there. Hang on to the top. I have to tell you how sexy you look, stuck there on the ladder, your skin oily and slippery, shining in the sun. Maybe I should have spanked you first. Or maybe I will later. The oil on your ass makes me want to touch it." Max's ass hanging off the wooden rung was right at the level of Mike's hard cock. Mike eased in behind her, letting his dick slide into her now oily folds, feeling the warmth and wetness. He put his hands over hers, his arms aligned with her own, and pushed the tip of his dick into her cunt.

"I like when you can't get away," he breathed as he started to thrust. As he did, Max pushed herself back on him. Her legs over the rung and Mike's body held her in place as he fucked her, alternately kissing her neck and telling her memories from past fuck sessions.

"Yeah? Why do you like it when I can't get away? 'Cause you get to have it your own way? And you know -shit, don't -" Max warned him as she felt Mike pushing his cock so deep inside of her she thought she might break. Despite protesting though, they both knew she loved to feel him balls deep inside her cunt more than anything else.

"You know I can't make you my little bitch when you do that? That's why you want, ah fuck, to restrain me? Well, I could easily turn around and put you in your place. But I won't this time. It's your last time feeling this good as well, so I might a-as well let you have it your own way."

"I always have it my way. Always. Even if it was your idea. Remember that time in the AV room? When I tied you up? You were hanging there on the shelf, helpless to go anywhere. Kinda like now, though now your arms are free. Now if you really wanted to you could turn around. You could make me wait, you could squeeze my oily cock. But I know you want it inside you. Just like you did then." As he spoke softly to her, reminding her of past trysts, Max was dropping down more and more, her knees hooked over the wood. She let gravity pull her as much as it could.

"You're trying to take more cock aren't you? You want it. Fuck it, turn around." Mike helped her move, leaving her ass on the rung but now she was facing him. "Just once more like this. I know I'm a hypocrite but fuck, I want to watch my cock slip into your oily cunt." He forced her legs around his waist, it didn't take much effort, and then with a swivel of his hips Mike was back inside her.

"Remember when I fucked you in the car? Your legs were hanging out and I held them up. You made me cum so hard. Do it again." Holding her, his dick inside, her legs tight around his waist, Mike's arms holding her against his body, he couldn't help it.

Mike kissed her again.

"Mmph-"

This time Max was definitely taken by surprise. Mike kissing her once was something rare and unexpected, but she was able to deal with that. But Mike kissing her again, in the same day and with the same burning passion that left her breathless was too much for Max to comprehend.

She wasn't one to complain though and she found his shoulders despite her dazed state before hugging him tightly to her chest. Her breasts pressed against his bare skin and their hips were the only parts of their bodies that kept parting and reuniting. The sloppy sounds made by her pussy getting drilled by his cock drove her insane and she had to pull back for air, only to murmur against Mike's lips.

"What about the time I made you lick my pussy? If I wasn't so oily I'd make you do it again. Because that's what you know to do best, Wheeler. To pleasure me. Maybe you can with her too, but I doubt she knows how to tell you what she wants. Maybe I should help her."

She didn't wait for Mike's reply because she feared she had taken it too far. El was still something she wasn't allowed to mess with and so she kissed Mike again to make him forget about her offer. This time though, she was way needier and her teeth dug into his bottom lip so hard she feared she drew blood.

Mike heard her. Suddenly images flashed in his brain, hidden fantasies he'd never let himself have. Max showing El how to suck his cock, how to touch it, demonstrating and then having El join her. The two of them lapping at his dick at the same time. It was frying Mike's brain, especially when he thought about how Max might help him line his cock up at El's pussy, maybe licking her clit to get her more ready for the intrusion that would be Mike fucking her really hard, not just sweetly taking her virginity.

He kissed her hard, feeling her tongue battle with his. Mike's hands went to her hair and he held her head close, their forehands touching as they both looked down to watch him fuck her harder with every thrust.

"Fuck yeah, you'd be a good teacher. And I could lick you both, go back and forth. You two could make it a game. Oh fuck! See who can...yeah you take that dick...hold out the longest. I'd just tease you both, fucking puddles between your legs, begging me finally. Shit, that's so hot." Mike could tell that he was going to explode soon but he'd promised to make Max cum twice.

"I know. I'd make you cum one after the other and I'd start fucking you while you're still cumming. Or would it be better to be cumming while you watch me enter her? See her eyes get big, maybe she'd be watching you cum. What do you think? Ever thought about that?" Mike was petting her now, lazily stroking her clit as he pounded into her.

"She'd never want that," Max attempted to shut Mike off.

She had never really thought about it, had never even considered it to be a possibility and only in her wildest dreams would someone still allow her to have Mike, even if it meant sharing.

But still, the idea was only turning Max on even more so. Mike kept pounding her with vicious thrusts, keeping one hand in her hair while the other one guided her hips back and forth so he could bury his dick as far as he could inside her cunt. Even though she was looking at the impossibly erotic sight, her mind still drifted off to El's body pressed against hers as he would alternate between fucking her and El.

"But you'd want that, wouldn't you? You disgusting nerd. You could barely fuck and now you're bold enough to wish for two at a time. Not...gonna happen."

Mike listened to Max feign disgust but as she was saying how terrible he was he noticed that she seemed to get wetter and her hands held on tighter to him. Something was turning her on more, and Mike thought he might know what that something might be.

"You don't even know her. You should...fuck...get to know her. You have to agree with me that she's hot, right? And she has soft skin. Are you thinking about that? I just ask because the meaner you are to me the more I'm getting to you. Are you thinking of what it would be like to like maybe, lie on top of her? Your bodies smashed together so I could go back and forth? Maybe you'd kiss her? Is that crossing your mind? Fuck, it's crossing mine. It would be like this." Mike quickly pulled out and pushed Max to the floor. The towel they'd been standing on had gotten bunched up into a ball with the movement of Mike's feet and he laid her down over it, causing her ass to be just slightly raised. He only let her legs part the tiniest bit, just enough for him to slip his cock back into her pussy.

"Jesus, the oil in the sunlight. Fuck, your ass looks so hot. Imagine you're lying on top of El. I'm gonna fuck you while I imagine that."

"I'm gonna tell her that. She's gonna find, oh, shit, find out...how gross you a-are."

Even when she was complaining about it, Max couldn't help but wish El was there underneath her. She could only imagine how soft her breasts would feel under her weight and how amazing it would be to kiss her plush lips. Closing her eyes and clinging to the towel, she grinded against Mike's cock involuntarily and forced herself to take more of him inside her sodden pussy as she cried out in pleasure.

"Fuuuck, what if...what if she comes early and sees you fucking me like this? I bet she'd hate you...but that would make two of us. What if we turn against you? We'll fuck each other...and get rid of you. You're useless...anyway."

"I'm useless? That's funny because you've been using me for months now. You don't sound like I'm useless. But fuck, keep talking like that. Describe it for me. I'll play. What if that happened? What if you two turned against me? How do you picture that?" Mike thought back to a dream he'd once had where Max and El were together and he was watching, spying on them until they noticed him and beckoned him to join. His sheets needed to be washed twice after that dream.

"Because if you're trying to scare me, you gotta know that you're just making it hotter. Thinking about the two of you, sweaty, moaning, fuck! She'd be all unsure but willing and you'd be all gentle, unlike with me, and teach her things. It's a goddamned cream dream." Mike was lying directly on top of her now, whispering into her ear as he pounded into her. The oil and their sweat caused their bodies to almost glue together.

Max could picture it. The more Mike described it, the closer she got.

"I bet…oh sweet fuck…I bet her p-pussy would feel nice rubbing against mine," Max could see it in her head.

"Yeah it would. She likes to please, Max. El only wants love." Mike knew this well, and could also picture his precious girlfriend rubbing herself on Max, unsure if she was doing it correctly, asking Max to guide her. "Fuck, I think I'll fill you up now. Think about El. Pretend you're on top of her while I'm blasting into you. I bet she'd hold you close." Mike waited for her response, straining to hold himself back for just a few more seconds.

Thinking about how it would feel, Max let go.

"She'd fucking make me c-c-cum before you could," she stammered as her entire body clenched and she came all over Mike's cock. She wouldn't say it, but she wished she'd cum all over El. She didn't even know the girl and yet now she was curious.

Both sweaty and covered in oil, the two rolled over onto Mike's floor. They were out of breath.

"You really should get to know her, Max. She's not going anywhere. I don't know if you've noticed it, but the Party thinks of her as a minor deity. She saved our lives, Max."

"She'll hate me," Max proclaimed.

"No, all she wants is for people to love her. I think you should give her a chance. And listen, this really was the last time. I always knew that you felt like you deserved degradation. I don't know why you feel that way, but I was so sad about El that I was willing to try to be someone else. I never would have done anything if you hadn't started it. But I shouldn't have taken advantage. I'm sorry." Mike apologized, feeling closure and ready for El and El only. It was what he had always wanted.

Getting up, Max found her clothes and the shirt she had originally come to retrieve.

"Hmph. We'll see. See you around, Wheeler."

Max walked away. She felt sad, which made her angry.

Fucking jerk. Trying to get me to like his girlfriend? Pity fucking me? Max tried to hate him. She tried to hate El. The more she thought about it though, the more curious she became.

She wouldn't say it to Mike, but Max kind of did want to get to know El.

A/N: Chapter 18 isn't written yet but I'm hoping to get it done this week. I don't want to rush it and screw it up. We're getting to what some of you seem to be waiting for but aren't quite there yet. Gotta lay a little more groundwork. As always, thanks for reading.