A/N: …. Hello. You're probably surprised to see this get updated. ESPECIALLY since this was written 7 years ago now… JFC I'm old… Anyway, I did get motivation to post the final chapter I had been planning to write, which was supposed to also be a lemon (fuck I feel ANCIENT using that term). So, with my (hopefully) improved writing, I'll satisfy you all with the final chapter of this fic, which apparently a lot of people want… as recent as 2021. So here ya go you sick fucks. Have more Human!FoxyxMike. Even though based on the lore we know now it's kinda gross.
It was about a week later, when Mike was looking for cleaning supplies that anything happened again. The janitor had called in sick, so he was stuck cleaning up the piss, shit, and vomit that appeared on the floors seemingly every five seconds.
Afton hadn't even told him where any of the supplies were. He basically told him "You're on cleaning duty" and walked back into his office where he locked the door. There were no signs on ANY of the doors that weren't the security office, so he had begrudgingly begun his search.
After around an hour of searching, he had finally found the door he was looking for. Once he had unlocked the child-proof lock and opened the door, he examined the closet. It was decently small, a bit smaller than the security office, which was bigger than Mike expected a closet to be.
Inside were your usual cleaning supplies: a bucket and mop, a broom, and several unlabeled, unmarked cleaning solution bottles. "Great" Mike mumbled to himself. How was he supposed to figure out what was used for the floor vs the toilets and countertops? He sighed, stepped into the closet, and flicked on his flashlight as the door closed behind him.
He was surrounded in total darkness, with the only light coming from his flashlight. He pointed it upwards to find the pull switch for the light, only to pull it and find out the bulb was dead. "Fantastic" he turned the flashlight over to the right corner of the room, and started looking through the bottles.
Suddenly, he heard something. Footsteps. Directly behind him. They sounded heavy, mechanical, and rusty. He turned around to see the shadow of Chica looming just outside the door to the closet.
Mike immediately flicked off his flashlight and froze in place. He tried his best to quiet his frantic breathing. Why was she after him during the daytime? Weren't they not allowed to get off stage during the day? What was she doing?
The sound of laughing children echoed through the pizzeria as Chica continued to loom. Mike closed his eyes and prayed to whatever deity was listening that she would go away. Sudden;ly he heard the rattling of the doorknob and the soft creaking of the hinges as the door opened a crack.
As the door was about to be pushed fully open. He heard a loud, high pitched scream, much like the ones the animatronics made, and the sound of a scuffle. Something loud and metallic hit the floor, presumably Chica. Mike then heard a very familiar voice. "Back off Chica, it's the middle o' th' day. Yer not 'sposed ta scare him off!"
He heard silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of heavy metal footsteps calmly retreating. He saw a bright flash of light just before the door opened and then closed quickly.
Mike finally opened his eyes and pointed his flashlight up, expecting to see the pirate fox above him, but instead was met with his human form.
Mike blushed furiously and thanked that same deity that Foxy couldn't see his face very well. Foxy squinted at the light and put his hand in front of his eyes to cover it. Mike quickly shut off the light and mumbled "Sorry."
"Sorry 'bout that…" Foxy said while extending his hook to Mike. "I dunno what's gotten into tha' lass. She's been acting a little… screwy during tha' day." Mike's heavy breathing continued, but he was no longer sure if it was from fear or something else.
Foxy helped Mike up, but as soon as he stood, the pirate spun him around and pressed him chest first against the back wall. Mike grunted as he turned his face to avoid breaking his nose and his cheek was squished against the wall. "F-Foxy-!" Mike choked out.
Foxy chuckled and leaned in close to Mike's ear. Mike shuddered as he felt the hot breath on his ear. He felt the cold metal of a hook tilt his chin upwards. "I told ye I'd be back laddie~" Foxy purred. Mike's body jolted as the pirate licked a stripe up the back of his neck. He started to moan, before Foxy pressed his hand against Mike's mouth.
"Can't 'ave us gettin' caught, now can we, me boy?" he said, nipping the back of Mike's neck.
Mike let out a muffled moan as his face turned bright red. If blushes could glow, he would be illuminating the entire room.
Mike felt Foxy's hook open his shirt snaps. He was so glad that the new uniform didn't have traditional buttons, as he didn't know how he would explain his uniform damage to Afton. Once his shirt was fully open, Foxy skillfully used his hook to slip off Mike's shirt.
Once Mike's shirt was on the floor, Foxy momentarily removed his hand from his mouth and spun him around. Through the barely lit darkness, Mike could see foxy crouch down. He replaced his hand over Mike's mouth, and took one of Mike's nipple into his mouth.
Mike threw his head back. He let out breathy moans that were deafened by the pirate's hand. Foxy sucked and nipped the bud before running his tongue across it, alternating between licking and sucking. Mike keened and leaned into Foxy. Subconsciously Mike gripped Foxy's shaggy hair and pulled.
Foxy's breath hitched and he paused his assault on Mike's nipples. He then let out a soft whine and swirled his tongue around the pink mound, before switching to the adjacent one. Mike was panting hard, and he could feel his erection start to press against his pants. He felt embarrassed at how quickly he became aroused when he was around the pirate. This had been the second time foxy had made him a moaning mess in under 5 minutes.
Foxy gave one last hard suck and pulled himself away. Before he could advance any farther, he heard a muffled "Wait!" Before Foxy could register what was happening, Mike flicked on the flashlight and pointed it to the corner of the room. There was just enough light to illuminate their faces.
Mike pulled foxy up and held his face in his hands. "I wanted to see your face before I shove my tongue down your throat" Mike panted. And with that, he pulled Foxy's face towards his and closed the gap. Foxy placed his hand on the back of Mike's head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, groaning as he felt Mike lick his bottom lip.
He opened his mouth slightly to let Mike's tongue in. He felt the wet muscle start to wrestle with his. Mike was letting out breathy little moans as their tongues did the tango. He was in total ecstasy, and his member hadn't even been touched.
Foxy broke the kiss, only a string of saliva connecting them. Foxy started to go down, only to have Mike stop him. "Wait" he panted for the second time. "I-I want… I want to return the favor.." he said softly, as if he was embarrassed about what he was about to do.
The pirate's eye widened. He then stood back up and smirked. "Oh?" he questioned. He could clearly see Mike's face was beet red at this point. Mike came over and nipped at Foxy's earlobe, before beginning to trail his kisses down his neck. Foxy let out a soft breathy moan.
Mike pulled up Foxy's shirt, and continued peppering kisses down his body, stopping for a moment to lick each nipple, before trailing down the pirate's stomach. He then pulled the string holding up Foxy's pants and watched them sink to the floor.
Mike was pleased that Foxy was just as aroused as he was. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of Foxy's boxers and pulled them down, watching Foxy's cock spring out of them. Mike stared up at Foxy, before placing an experimental lick on the head of his member.
It was Foxy's turn to keen. "Fuck, tha' felt amazin'" he moaned softly as he watched Mike start to put his member into his mouth. Foxy groaned when he felt the tight wet heat that was Mike's mouth. Then Mike started to move his head back and forth, and that was it, Foxy was fully gone.
Mike continued to suck and lick his member, feeling precum stain his own boxers. He had never been this turned on in his life. If you had told him a year ago that he would be sucking dick in a janitor's closet, and enjoying it, he would have called you crazy. He gently pulled out his own member and started to pump.
Something switched in Foxy. Something primal. He suddenly held Mike's face, making him stop. Mike looked up quizzically at Foxy before he nearly ram his dick down his throat. Mike's eyes watered, and he gagged slightly. Foxy waited a second for Mike to regain his composure, before thrusting his shaft in and out of Mike's hot mouth.
Mike's eyes widened and he involuntarily moaned at every thrust. So he liked getting mouth fucked. "Good to know…" He thought. Foxy was panting. It must have felt amazing. Mike would have to try switching this position next time. He jerked himself harder and faster, feeling himself getting closer to release.
Foxy suddenly pulled him off of his member. He was panting, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were blown wide as he looked at Mike hungrily. He suddenly shoved 3 fingers into Mike's mouth. "Suck." he commanded.
Mike nearly came right then and there. He began coating Foxy's digits in saliva, making sure to swirl his tongue around his fingertips. Once they were liberally coated, Foxy pulled Mike up, lifted him by his legs, and shoved him against the wall.
At some point, Mike's pants and boxers had been removed. He didn't care though, as soon as the first finger was inserted inside of him. He held back his moans and wrapped his arms around Foxy's neck. A second finger was inserted. By the third was in, Mike was grinding on Foxy's fingers, trying to hit his prostate.
If Foxy's pupils could dilate any more, they would. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. Mike, hair disheveled, lips plump and moist from the abuse on his dick, pushed against a wall and needily grinding on his fingers. Foxy swiftly removed all three fingers at once, earning a disappointed whine from Mike
"I can't control meself any longer laddie~" he moaned, lifting Mike up enough to slide his member into him. Mike sucked in air, as he slowly adjusted to Foxy's girth. Mike felt the urge to grind down on Foxy's dick, so that's just what he did.
Foxy slammed Mike against the wall, and held his legs up nearly above his head and began thrusting. Hard and fast, pounding directly into Mike's prostate. Mike covered his own mouth this time, letting a string of cusses and moans out. This was even better than the last time. He didn't think he could get any harder.
Foxy grabbed Mike's dick and started pumping. The stimulation was almost too much for Mike to handle. Mike's muffled moans became more high pitched the closer he came to cumming. He removed his hand from his mouth. "Foxy~" he moaned breathlessly "Oh fuck Foxy. Foxy, Foxy, Foxy, I'm cumming~!"
"Aye, I am too. Fuck… fuck I love you" Foxy groaned. Mike saw stars as he released, followed by Foxy filling him up with his seed. Mike didn't think it would end. Seemingly endless amounts of semen filled him to the brim. Once Foxy removed his member from him, All of it came leaking out onto the floor. Mike whined, covered in cum. He pulled Foxy's face close and kissed him passionately. "Fuck. I do too." He said after breaking the kiss.
Foxy smirked and pulled him back in for another kiss. Mike didn't know how he'd explain his nearly hour long absence to Afton, nor did he care. If Foxy truly felt the way he said he did, he didn't care if he got fired. As long as he got to be with Foxy, that would be enough for him.
