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It was the last thing in the world Billy had expected. He’d been roped into helping tidy up Hopper’s cabin with the others, not without complaint, and they had all just collapsed onto the shitty couches and chairs, when the front door had opened and in walked the Chief, Mrs Byers and the man who had completely flipped Billy’s world on it’s axis.

One minute there’d been an uproar of excitement and the next Billy was pinned to the wall with the most delicious smelling specimen pressing into him. Between the assault on his senses and the sudden rush of hormones and pheromones in his system, it took him a solid minute to realize what it all meant -this beta was his soul mate.

At some point, everyone was herded out of the cabin and Billy’s fairly certain the Chief shouted something about his couch but nothing else mattered but the warmth in front of him and getting his hands on as much of him as possible.

“Fuck. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

Dmitri wasn't sure what he was expecting when they arrived at the cabin. Nothing, really; a place to stay until he got his feet under him, nothing exceptionally interesting. If anything, hopefully calmer than what he'd been dealing with for the past few years.

Except things didn't go the way he'd expected once he walked through the door.

An intoxicating scent washed over him, something he couldn't exactly articulate, but it drew him in, tugging at something more primal. He was a beta, those kinds of things shouldn't affect him, they never really had before. Heats were an inevitable draw for alphas, not his kind, and yet. He crossed the space before he could stop himself, pinning the younger man against the wall, pressing close, nuzzling at his neck as he inhaled his scent deeply, which only exacerbated things. Arms encircled his waist as he kissed along the length of his neck, interspersed with nips and sucks, acting solely on instinct rather than any kind of higher thought.

"Fuck, you smell good."

Billy knows he's going to go into heat sometime in the next 24 hours now that he's met his soulmate but for now, he's in his right mind enough to know that he'd very much like this man to fuck him senseless while he still has some brain about him.

"Fuck, so do you." Trust his soulmate to be a Commie. Guess there was a single perk to the fucking Upside Down bullshit and that was the fact that Hopper had brought this guy back with him. "Fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad."

If he were capable of accessing more rational thought, he would have taken a step back. Checked all the places of ingress, made sure the door was locked, because being here was still dangerous. But he wasn't. The scent of the other was lodged up his nose, tugging at ingrained instinct, and he knew, unlikely as it was, it could only be one thing. Only one thing could get under a beta's skin so thoroughly.

"Pодственная душа," he murmured against his skin, nipping sharply before soothing over it with his tongue, one hand moving to get the other's jeans open and working to shove them down. "Would be callous of me to refuse, I think."

Billy has no idea what the Russian means and it doesn’t matter in the face of the hands on his jeans, tugging at the denim in an attempt to get them off and Billy cooperates as best he can while his uncoordinated hands shove at Dmitri’s jacket and tug at the hem of his top, trying to get the beta undressed.

As soon as he feels teeth on his skin, he goes lax, head lolling to the side to expose this throat to him.

“I think I’d die if you did.”

When Billy walks through the door of the trailer he shares with Dmitri it's with a black eye, split lip and a gait that suggests he's favouring one side over the other. He already knows that it's going to be a thing the moment Dmitri spots him and he hopes the man will at least give him a moment to take a few painkillers before they get into it.

You'd think that almost dying and being held captive in Russia would soften his old man up to him but apparently even near-death wasn't enough to make the man like him.

His head fucking hurt and he wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a nap so of course Dmitri is sitting on the couch he has to go past to get to the bathroom.

"Hey."

He grumbles in the wake of greedy hands, something almost like a growl, but as soon as he's gotten the other's jeans down he strips off his own jacket and shirt, a throatier rumble escaping when Billy practically melts.

"Foolish threat. Wouldn't kill you, only make you uncomfortable."

He speaks like he actually knows what he's talking about, but then he's spent a lot of time in a prison camp. There are very specific rules for how heats work in a prison camp.

He inhales his scent, memorizes it thoroughly before sucking a mark into the skin, following an instinctive need to mark him that he doesn't think about too closely. Better not to, it gets too complicated otherwise.

“It’d feel like dying.” It’s not often that Billy spends his heats alone but when he does, the worst days have him convinced death would be better than being alone. It doesn’t help that it feels like this heat has come out of fucking know where and he hasn’t had one since before the Mind Flayer.

It’s all just a lot on his senses and he feels overwhelmed by it all in the best way.

He moans when Dmitri sucks a bruise into his flesh and he wishes it were a bite, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t risk that when this is literally brand new. “We gonna talk about it or are we gonna do it?”

Dmitri hadn't exactly relished the idea of letting Billy go back to his home. Sure, there wasn't much he could do about it, it wasn't really his place to meddle in his affairs, but he'd heard enough about Neil Hargrove not to like it. So he'd waited for him, agitation writhing like a coiled snake, and when he walked through the door he greeted him with an outwardly calm demeanor even though the rest still simmered under the surface.

"Wait. What happened?"

“He’s an asshole.” One who didn’t like that Billy refused to dignify him with the usual submission he’d come to expect from him. What can he say, eight months staring down Russian scientists and soldiers that were far more intimidating than his dad could ever hope to be had really helped him grow a backbone.

Not enough that he’d been able to hit him back but enough that he’d had the strength not to respond with “yes sir”. It was a work in progress.

"Which I already knew," he countered, voice as steely as his gaze now as he approached. He reached to grab hold of Billy's chin, tipping it up, turning his head this way and that to better assess the damage, frown deepening and growing colder the longer he looked. Not aimed at Billy himself, of course, but his anger at the treatment was palpable.

"He did this?"

The moan sends a shiver down the Russian's spine, has him humming approvingly in answer. He licks over the new bruise soothingly, presses a kiss just behind his ear, and starts tracing fingers along his skin. Up along his ribs, down along his spine, cupping the curve of his ass before dipping fingers between his cheeks to seek the damp between his legs he knows is waiting.

"Don't know. Teasing has some appeal, yes?"

"Fuck me now, tease me later." That made sense, right? Once his heat fully hit in, he wouldn't really care what Dmitri did to him, as long as he was touching him. Billy's dripping wet and he whines as soon as those fingers brush over his pussy, spreading his legs as much as he can where they're still trapped in his tight jeans.

"C'mon, please. Please."

Billy flinches at the touch; even though he knows Dmitri would never hurt him, he's feeling fragile and his face already hurts. He knows Dmitri isn't upset at him but that doesn't stop him from flinching again at the steely gaze pointed towards him and the rage emanating off of him.

"Yes s-. Yes."

Billy knew he was a disappointment but nothing had made it more abundantly clear than when Neil had introduced him to Dmitri Antonov, declaring the man his body guard because his lack of will and drive made him an easy target.

Yeah, those were the words he'd used.

At least he'd also hired Maxine a glorified baby sitter. It had taken the sting out a little bit, even if it actually was to keep the 14 year old girl safe and not because she was a liability. Maybe he should take the win that, at the very least, his old man didn't want him to be killed by some rival or some guy wanting to get at Neil for some act of douchery he'd committed.

And, and this was probably the biggest perk, Dmitri was hot as fuck. Billy all but melted whenever he broke out the Russian, especially when the man was pissed at Neil for whatever bullshit he'd dished out to Billy and went on a rant after patching him up.

Neil's away. Most of his cronies have gone too and for appearance sake, he'd dragged Susan along with him. Max was over at one of her little friends' place and so that left Billy and Dmitri with the place to themselves. It's the perfect chance to be together without having to hide from everyone.

Dmitri is in the lounge when Billy saunters up behind him where he sits on the couch and leans over him, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a smoke in his other. "So, you, me and the hot tub?"

If Dmitri turns around, he'll find Billy butt naked.

When Dmitri had been told he was going to be working for Neil Hargrove, he was dubious. It certainly wasn't the most difficult posting, he'd done much more dangerous things than keeping a young man safe, but that made it difficult in its own way. Much less exciting.

And definitely much more complicated. The two had grown far closer than Dmitri ever would have expected, which is why he's only mildly surprised when he turns around and the guy takes the first opportunity to get frisky.

"And I assume you have more things in mind than just that?"

"Am I that predictable?" Of course he was. Billy had made absolutely no effort to hide his attraction for the other man. At least not when it was just the two of them. Billy's homosexuality was just another thing his dad openly hated about him and if he knew Billy was trying to get into the pants of his body guard, Dmitri would likely disappear.

"Is that a no?"

Dmitri was all too aware of Billy's father's opinions, which was why he had always been extremely careful to keep his own proclivities to himself. While he could easily defend himself against whatever the man could think to throw at him, it would likely ruin any opportunities for him after that. So he settled for flirting when the patriarch was out of earshot and stealing glances of his own when he could. The attractiveness of the young man was unfair, honestly.

"It isn't," he answered dryly, lips twisting into a faint smirk.

"But you are extremely predictable, yes. And extremely persistent."

He reached for the bottle to take a swig before passing it back.

"C'mon then." Billy smirks around the butt of his cigarette as he takes a drag, stepping back to wander around the front of the couch. He knows exactly what he looks like like this; had put effort into making sure his hair was styled perfectly, given he had nothing else on and he works hard to maintain his physique.

"Cameras are all off. It's just you and me."

He drags in an appreciative breath when Billy moves to put the whole of himself on display, but obligingly hauls himself upright; not like any argument would be taken seriously right now, not when he'd already agreed. It was absolutely a bad idea but not the worst one he'd ever made in his life.

"Almost too good a view to interrupt, but if you went to all that effort, after you, my friend."

Billy chuckles and leads the way out to the patio where the sound of the hot tub is bubbling away, steam rising off of it. Billy's ass isn't the only great view and it's definitely the one advantage of his old man; the compound is in a gorgeous area with a stunning view and they're high enough up that no one can see him naked.

Except for the one man he wants to.

"You could just keep looking or you could start touching."

Dmitri takes a moment to appreciate the view around them, but only a moment. There are far more interesting things to attend to right now than the scenery, after all.

So he starts undressing to put them on more even footing, discarding each piece on the floor in turn until he's standing in front of Billy in only his underwear.

"Always so impatient," he teases lightly before reaching to trace fingertips along the other's chest, taking his time.

Billy what’s Dmitri undress, taking a swig from the bottle of vodka still in his hands and finishing his smoke, stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray. Fuck he’s beautiful.

Placing the bottle down on the side of the hot tub, Billy places his hands on Dmitri’s biceps, letting him trail his fingers over his chest, lips quirked in a small smirk. “I’m not impatient. I’m just keen to take full advantage of the time we have without the old guy around.”

Dmitri huffs in something like frustrated agreement, a distaste-filled rumble that has him closing what distance remains and stealing a hungry kiss as he pulls him flush against him. It's only the work of a moment to get them both in the tub and the younger man settled in his lap, a series of nipping kisses tracing along his neck.

"So take advantage, then, lisich. Nobody's stopping you"

Billy lets Dmitri manhandle him into the hot tub, especially if it means he's gonna kiss him like that again. He settles in the Russian's lap, pressing their groins together with a breathy moan, head tipping to one side to give Dmitri all the room he wants. They have to be careful with things like hickeys in visible places but it doesn't stop Billy from wanting them.

His arms rest over Dmitri's shoulders and he leans forward to kiss him again, nipping at his lower lip and tangling his hands in the short hair.

The flinch has something twisting in Dmitri's chest, an aching feeling that tempers the anger radiating off of him. He doesn't want to be the source of that fear, reflexive as it may be, so he buries it for the moment, gaze gentling as quickly as the rage had flared. His grip on Billy's chin eases as well before he presses a soft kiss to his forehead, not wanting to cause any more damage than has already been done.

"Forgive me, lisich. I just do not like seeing you like this. You have done nothing wrong."

He will deal with Neil later, for now Billy is more important.

One hand moves to rest at Billy's hip, guiding him against him. He grumbles a little at the fact his boxer briefs are soaked through, but that's a problem to deal with at a later time. For now, there's friction in his lap that pulls a rumbling sound of approval from him as he returns the kiss, tongue teasing inside to claim him as his free hand traces across his chest, finding a nipple to roll between his fingers, tease over with his thumb, in general find out what kinds of noises he can pull out of the other man.

He chuckles, the smell of the younger man's slick heady and intoxicating. So he slides fingers against him again, pressing harder against the folds, teasing and promising in equal measure as he sucks another mark into his skin, teeth nipping sharply before he retreats again. It's only to get Billy's jeans the rest of the way off, however, tugging off shoes then jeans with rough efficiency before shoving his own pants down, revealing a sizeable bulge in his boxer briefs before leaning in to nip and lick his way up the younger man's thighs towards his core and settling between his legs.

"I'm not sure you're quite sincere enough," he quips as he smirks up at him before licking into him, savoring the taste of him on his tongue.

Billy sighs softly and leans into the gentle touch of lips to his forehead. His arms slide around Dmitri's waist and he finds himself stepping closer and into a hug he's suddenly desperate for. Logically, he knows he's done nothing wrong but actually hearing it makes a world of difference. He feels the tell-tale burning in his eyes and his voice is soft and choked, "I think he cracked a rib."

Dmitri holds him close, as tightly as it seems the younger man will tolerate, tucking his head under his chin while carding fingers through his curls. He curses under his breath in Russian, threatening what he'll do to Neil once he finds him with lilting, soothing syllables that sound far kinder than they are; how could a man treat his own son that way? Hell, he'd abandoned his but only because he knew it was the right thing to do, the only way he knew to keep him safe.

"Fortunately I know what to do for that. May I look?"

Billy holds onto Dmitri for long moments, just enjoying the contact and the feeling of safety that the Russian provides. He doesn't know enough Russian to know what's being said, but he's picked up a few things to work out that Dmitri is likely cursing his old man out.

He pulls back just enough to meet Dmitri's gaze. "Yeah, just go easy."

The sound Billy makes is pornographic, head thunking back against the wall behind him as he fights not to clamp his thighs around the beta's head. His hand finds Dmitri's hair, not tugging or pushing but just holding while his other hand scrabbles at the wall, trying to find purchase.

"Fuuuuck yes. Holy shit. Don't stop."

Billy's gasp breaks the kiss and he arches his back, pushing his chest into those nimble fingers. The action has him grinding his throbbing cock against the clothed one beneath him and it feels so fucking good that he does it again, more deliberately. He settles into a rhythm, rolling his hips in a mimicry of riding the other man.

"I want you inside me. Want you to fuck me until I forget my own name."

"Of course," he agrees, pressing a kiss to the younger man's forehead and then lips before extricating himself enough to grab his first aid kit.

"Sit on the bed," he advises softly before disappearing into the other room only to reappear a short while later with a metal case he opens to reveal a fully stocked kit with a few things that likely aren't supposed to be available to civilians.

"You can pull if you like," Dmitri offers, smirking against the younger man before darting his tongue inside him again, a firm stroke, only pausing long enough to suck on his clit, following with a teasing swirl of his tongue before he quests again for the slick he knows is there. He settles into a rhythm of sorts before adding a finger, keeping his mouth on his clit as he works first one finger and then a second inside with a slow, experimental pace.

This time it's Dmitri's turn to groan, cock hardening obligingly under the friction as Billy grinds against him, finding a pace and rhythm that quickly has him cursing the layer of fabric between them. He bucks up against the younger man, partly to relieve some of the tension building and partly yo get him dislodged enough to tug his underwear down, abandoning them in the tub since he has far more important things to worry about.

"Greedy little puppy," he chuckles, ducking his head to suck on his other nipple, closing his teeth around it gently and rolling it along his tongue as his free hand slides around to cup Billy's ass firmly, squeezing in promise before sliding a finger between his cheeks, probing at first.

"Am so." Billy smirks when he feels Dmitri's fingers slide over his hole because he knows that the other man won't be able to probe too far. Instead, he'll feel the soft smoothness of warm glass and the gentle press against it has Billy gasping softly.

"Also efficient. Got myself ready for you and everything."

Almost as if the permission was all he needed, Billy immediately tugs on Dmitri's hair. His legs are already shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright with the constant stimulation on his clit and the finger pressing deeply inside him.

"Fuck, fuck." He grinds down onto that finger, pressing himself against Dmitri's tongue. "More, please."

Billy sighs into the kiss before he takes a seat on the bed as instructed and waits for Dmitri to return. Even seated, he finds himself favouring his left side, leaning a little more to the right to take the pressure off.

"There should be an orange pill bottle in the kitchen too. Percocet, I think. From when I was maimed."

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