Second installment still from Mike's POV.

Hope you'll like it.

1998

Mike never thought he'd ever want that. He had been with girls and a few boys before but he always assumed the more dominant, masculine role. He never even really thought about it. It was just natural to him. He was a protector at heart, raised to be a conqueror and conquerors did not submit. They spread and conquered, proud and intact. He usually went with smaller, effeminate boys so the question barely came to mind. It came once, Mike refused. It sounded like an offense at the time. He had a fight with the boy and left, storming out.

Will was different from all the boys he'd been with. First, because he was Will, the one and only. Mike loved him, had loved him since before he could even understand what love was. It took him years to realize it. There was no such thing as bisexual in the world he came from. There was only normal and fag and Mike was neither. He had the biggest fight with his parents the first time they heard rumors of him with boys and Mike wanted to hide forever. He solely dated girls, having sex with a very selective number of guys that didn't mean anything to him, that he never wanted to see again, walking back home from a night of forbidden pleasure with a crumpling feeling of shame and stain in his heart. He usually tried to ignore it, smiling at the pretty girl battling his eyelashes at him. There was a fine line between fucking a boy and committing to one after all and Mike already lost too much to simple fumblings. He couldn't afford loving one. That would be going too far.

Will was a very different story.

When people tried to crush him, using his homosexuality against him, Will made it a strength, rising from their hatred to shine brighter. From quiet and shy, he grew a self-assured and flamboyant young man, painter and assistant of a renowned Art commissioner in New York. He was slowly making a name for himself and Mike was proud. He was so talented after all, it was only natural. And he was so beautiful too, a little bit shorter than Mike but lean and slender, with alabaster skin, elegant masculine features, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. The kind of white light beauty that brought tears to the eye. Dazzling and passing like a shooting star, going from boys to boys, never noticing the hopeless looks Mike threw his way. Will couldn't see. Hidden in the shadows, Mike was just a grain of dust amidst the flocks of men that floated around him.

He traveled a lot and sometimes Mike wouldn't hear from him in weeks. He missed him, always partly afraid of having the boy stolen away from him again, even after all those years. It was like watching an eclipse and losing your sight from it, haunted by the echoing sound of Will's sobs and screams.

They were 27 the first time, in a hotel room in Amsterdam, on a road trip with the party after months of being regularly parted and Mike never wanted to let go of those lips, sucking on Will's tongue, digging his nails in the boy's shoulders, ensuring that he was really here with him.

Will could have had the choice. Mike had noticed at least three men who wanted a shot with him that night but Will had chosen him, closing his hand on his, his beautiful green eyes ensnaring him like a snake ready to devour its prey and Mike had wanted to be Will's prey longer than he could remember. He knew the moment would pass, knew Will would mostly discard him once he had what he wanted but he didn't care. He would keep him with him for as long as he could.

Their hands traveled on the other's shirt feverishly, desperate to feel and touch bare skin. Mike was trembling all over. Years of pining after that boy and he finally had him in his arms, his impossible warmth soaking through his clothes, scorching him, blinding him and it felt like embracing the sun.

He struggled to remove Will's shirt and moaned when his hand landed on soft skin, his fingers shaking. He let his mouth trail on Will's neck, biting it gently, then on his shoulder and collarbone, darting his tongue to taste him, starving for him.

"Mike…"

Mike's heart missed a beat. He bucked his pelvis forward, feeling the boy equally hard and it brought a shiver down his spine. His body was aching with a need he couldn't quite identify as they fell on the bed in a tangled mess of limbs, Mike devouring Will's neck, fumbling with the belt of his jeans, desperate to feel more of him. He straightening up to pull the jeans off, leaving the other boy in underwears deformed by a prominent bulge. Mike's mouth went dry. His eyes darted upward to the bare body beneath him, taking it in.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered in awe.

He had already seen Will's body before but it didn't look like a body this time. It looked like an altar and Mike felt faint and humbled, not truly believing he had the favors of such a magnificent creature.

"Can I touch you?" he breathed.

Will nodded, his pale cheeks flushed with heat, eyes dark with lust. He was lovely. Mike swallowed, his own eyes wide with trepidation. He brought a trembling hand down to palm him gently, feeling him warm and hard, his heart hammering madly in his chest. Will's eyes fluttered and Mike pulled off the briefs, baring him completely.

Will blinked, gulping nervously, nibbling at his bottom lip. Mike smiled.

"Will Byers, the man all the conquests praise the skills and eloquence is shy! Who would have thought!" he joked, genuinely surprised.

Will's blush deepened, "I'm not… It's just… I don't want to spook you."

Mike frowned, "Why would you spook me?"

"I'm not exactly a girl…"

Mike smirked, glancing at Will's proud erection, stroking it lightly, teasingly.

"Yeah, I figured as much," Will bit his lip, "I don't like just girls you know. I like both."

"Yeah, theoretically."

"No! Not theoretically. I've already been with a boy and not just once," Mike said, "But none were nearly as pretty as you," Will blushed and Mike smiled, "You're gorgeous. I want all of you. So much."

He leaned in to kiss Will's lips softly, his hand touching his chest, traveling from his stomach to the hard length between his legs, red, warm and swollen and Mike licked his lip eagerly.

"I want to taste you. Is that ok?"

Will nodded faintly, biting his lip. Mike dived forward, kissing the wet head softly, enjoying the salty taste, dizzy with arousal.

"You smell so good," he hummed lapping at the soft skin, "You taste so good. You're perfect."

Above him, Will's breathing was deep and heavy and Mike plunged down, taking the hard piece of flesh in his mouth, fitting as much of it down his throat as he could.

"MIKE!" Will cried out, bucking his hip upwards violently.

Mike bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue from the base to the head, digging the tip in the slit gently.

"Oh my God! You're so good at this!"

Mike didn't know why but those words brought a burst of pure happiness that vibrated all through his body. He was giving Will pleasure and that was the only thing that mattered. He looked up. Will was a mess on the pillows, thrashing his head, licking and biting his lip, eyes shut tight. He was beautiful. Mike loved him so much, his heart hurt. He went back at work, savoring Will against his tongue, never wanting to let go.

Will suddenly straightened up and grabbed him.

"I'm gonna come if you keep this going," he explained, short of breath, "And I don't wanna come like that."

"How do you wanna come?" Mike asked with a smirk, licking his lips.

There was a pause. Will blinked and swallowed, a veil passing through this eyes and he looked lost in thoughts. The moment only lasted a second. He pulled Mike toward him and kissed him urgently. Mike straddled him, bucking his hips, his own erection aching with the need of being touched. Will removed Mike's shirt, his hands on his bare shoulders slipping down the slope of his back. He gripped his ass firmly, pushing Mike onto him. Mike shivered all over, losing his sanity to Will's mouth and hands, his own hands embracing the slender body tightly, desperate to keep him against him for fear he might slip away.

"Will…"

Mike's brain was drowning in an ocean of want, his body throbbing and pulsing from the inside, pulling and tugging. He needed to be closer. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, this intense and agonizing need to feel the other, to be closer, to absorb. It was so powerful, so raw, it brought tears to his eyes.

"Mike I…" Will swallowed, shaking a little.

"I want to feel you inside me," Mike blurted out and the words left his mouth before he had even time to process them.

They both froze.

This was what he needed. Will in him. Buried in the deepest of him. Moving in the deepest of him. He swallowed and shuddered, eyes wide with shock. He was burning for it.

"You… You want me to…" Will paused, searching for his words, "I didn't take you for the guy who…"

"I'm not," Mike cut off sharply, his father screaming in his head that he was a man and had to behave as such. He looked up to see Will staring at him, "I have never wanted that before. Ever. I never had anyone do that to me."

"So why me?" Will started, confused.

"Because it's you. I want this with you. I want to feel you like I've never felt anyone before," and the explanation was simple, obvious, natural. Like breathing.

Will blinked, his eyes shining with a thousand emotions, "Mike…" it sounded like a prayer. He kissed him softly, "If you don't like it, we stop. I want this to be pleasant for you."

Mike nodded and let Will switch them over, Mike's back landing on the soft mattress, Will's lips on his, his hands in his hair. He felt like he was going to lose his virginity again and in a way, he was. To Will, like he should have from the very beginning. The storming heat had been replaced by solemn silence. Will's chest rose up and down heavily against him. He bit his lip nervously, his hands on his lap.

"I feel like I'm fifteen again," he joked awkwardly and Mike chuckled along.

"Kiss me," Mike breathed and Will obliged, kissing him sweetly at first, lips against lips, hands touching neck and cheeks.

The kiss turned more passionate, Mike opening his mouth to let Will in, his body trembling with renewed arousal, his hands circling Will's waist, grinding his pelvis so that their shafts pressed together.

Will zoomed downwards, plunging to take him in his mouth before Mike had even time to think and his brain shut down. He lost himself in raw pleasure, bucking into Will's hot mouth, his hands flying to the soft auburn hair. The waves of pleasure rolled through him for a moment that could have lasted a few minutes or a century. He was gone from the world around. Hands spread him open and something poked the only part of him no one had ever touched before. It was light and teasing like a polite knock, asking for permission to get in. Mike's breathing intensified, his hands tightening his grip on Will's hair. It poked again, running gentle circles at the orifice entrance, making it twitch, Will's mouth never leaving him, never stopped suckling and lapping. Mike breathed loudly. This was exactly what he needed and his body sang in contentment. His breath was ragged, his lungs burnt. He needed more. He brought his hips down, desperate for a deeper touch, moaning deliriously. Will got the message and his finger breached in.

Mike gasped, welcoming the small intrusion, welcoming the strange pain.

His chest rose up and down laboriously. Sweat dampened his forehead. The finger began to move slowly, curling up within him, pressed into him, pushing and Mike cried out, levitating from the bed, his eyes wide open, his lips parted, gasping for air. A second finger came to aid the first one, opening him up patiently. He grunted, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. He didn't even know if it hurt. His brain wasn't capable of differentiating pain from pleasure anymore.

"Will, please," he cried, his throat dry with a thirst he couldn't quench, "Please."

Will traveled up to kiss him and Mike cradled him, pushing his tongue inside Will's mouth, fucking himself on his fingers. Without Will's mouth on him, there wasn't anything left to distract him from the raw sensation of having Will's fingers moving in him. It felt like being skinned from the inside.

"I need you…" he repeated feverishly.

"I'm here," Will said.

"Not enough… I'm gonna burst," he was almost crying.

"God Mike, you're so wet," Will breathed, "I barely need to use lube!"

Will slipped his fingers out and Mike grabbed Will harder, pushing him into the space between his spread legs.

"Fuck me, Will. Please."

He heard the sound of a condom being ripped open and his breath caught in his throat. Will kissed his lips, pressing their foreheads together, wrapping Mike's legs around him to reach in between. He gave Mike the softest smile he had ever seen on his beautiful face and pushed in, past the hard ring of muscles. Mike's eyes rolled in the back of his head, a strangled scream escaped his throat. This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, everything he would ever need again. Will began to move immediately and Mike grunted helplessly. It was overwhelming.

Will framed his face, kissed his nose, moved deeper.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"You…" Mike gasped, lost in a world that was only Will, "I'm feeling you."

Will was here. He wasn't lost in the Upside Down or to the Mind Flayer. He wasn't being possessed or hurt or endangered. He was safe and real and as long as he stayed buried in the deepest of him, Mike knew nothing bad could happen. He could shelter him, protect him more effectively than he ever had. He reached between their bodies to grab himself, stroking his hard length in rhythm with Will's frantic thrusts.

"Yes, harder…" he thrashed his head backwards, taken away by waves of a pleasure so consuming he thought he would die.

It boiled up and up and up, Will pushing hard and deep in his belly, borderline on painful and Mike snarled, his hand gripping Will's firm buttocks again.

"Will… I…"

His lips parted, air left his lungs, his limbs trembled, his heart quickened, his brain vibrated and the pressure burst, primitive and brutal. It felt like his whole body had shattered into space and he was flying and drowning at the same time.

Will's hands touched his cheek, "Are you ok pretty boy?"

He blinked his eyes open on Will and it was the prettiest sight to wake up to.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. It was… amazing. I didn't even know something could feel that good."

Will blushed and bit his lip.

"Was it ok for you too?"

"You're kidding? I've just made love to the man of my dreams. I'm in Heaven."

Mike's heart missed a beat at those words. Will left his body and Mike winced. It felt better when he was still inside. Will came to cuddle against him, kissing his cheek and Mike nuzzled him. His brain was slowly recovering from the overdose of endorphins and his father's voice suddenly emerged from the depth of his mind, dripping with disgust at the vision of his son having his ass fucked by another boy and enjoying it like a fag. A failure of a man.

"Are you ok?" Will asked softly.

"Am I still me?" Miked answered, staring blankly before him.

"Why wouldn't you be you?"

Mike didn't reply and Will sighed.

"Do you regret?"

"No."

"You're still Mike. Nothing will ever change that," Will was silent for a little while, "Don't listen to your dad. If I had listened to mine, I wouldn't have turned so awesome."

Mike chuckled. Their fingers intertwined.

"Who was your first?" Mike suddenly asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know. It's just that you never told me. I don't even know what age you were. I know nothing actually."

Will chuckled, "What do you want to know?"

"Did you know him?"

Will rolled his eyes, "Yes. I know that I can be fickle but come on, I have my limits."

"Did I know him?"

"Yes."

Mike frowned, "I knew him?"

Will turned to face him, "Yes."

"Was he a friend?"

"No."

"Was he foe?"

"Neither."

There was a pause.

"Who was it?"

Another pause.

"It was Troy."

There was the longest of pauses after that. Mike's brain buzzed. He blinked.

"Troy? Troy Harrington? Troy the bully?"

Will nodded, "He was my first boyfriend. Or what could actually be considered the closest to a boyfriend back in the day. I was sixteen at the time. He was seventeen. We were kind of together for a few months before…" he trailed off.

Mike couldn't say anything. This was a bomb. Troy had been Will's first boyfriend. Troy had taken Will's virginity. Troy. Troy. And then he remembered. Will's shiny eyes the day Troy's body was found. His silence. James' accusations. It all made sense now.

"Did you love him?"

"I don't know. I never found a real answer to that question. Ten years later, I'm still searching."

"How did that happen? How did he go from bully to… boyfriend."

"Fuckfriend would be a better term to describe the relationship we had. And honestly, I don't know. It just... happened."

"But he treated you like dirt till the very end. I remember."

"I know."

"And you still let him fuck you?"

Will shrugged, "I let him do a lot of stuff."

"Why?"

"We were like that."

Long minutes passed and Mike tried not to think too much about all that just happened. He still felt a bit dazed. Beside him, Will lit a cigarette and the smoke danced in front of them in silence.

"I'm the man of your dreams?" Mike suddenly said, turning to look at Will's angular profile.

"You didn't know?"

Third chapter underway.

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