Billy watches where Steve reaches for, memorising it so he knows where to find it in the morning when he's no doubt half asleep and desperate to get out of the house and away from his dad and Susan.
"You might regret that when I eat everything in your fridge."
"Just leave me something to eat, okay?" He asked, smiling before squeezing
his arm. "And try to take it easy tonight whenever he isn't fucking with
you." He murmured, still really reluctant to let the other leave.
He did though, waving to him before sighing and shutting the door. He shook
his head before he set about cleaning up some. He showered before he went
to bed, ending up burying his face in the pillow where it smelled like
Billy.
"Yeah. I can probably manage." Maybe he'd be able to cook something for Steve before he got up. "I will."
He smiled at Steve and reached out to squeeze his arm, before he finally ducked out the door and took off back to his own home and the cold sheets that didn't smell of his alpha.
Steve smiled as he watched the kids move around, piling up birthday gifts
of all shapes and sizes on the table in front of Billy. Things had really
changed since the Flayer. Billy had changed. He seemed to really like
having the kids around and he also had enjoyed spending much more time with
Steve.
Everything was going really well. Joyce had gotten them a cake and they'd
also got ice cream and burgers and chips. Music was playing and everyone
was having a great time.
Until he heard him. Neil stumbled in, drunk. How he knew they were at
Steve's...well he didn't really know how, but he'd found out. The man came
in and started spouting off immediately. "Oh look, my omega slut son
finally turned 18." He snapped, moving closer. "Guess you can spread your
legs to every alpha who looks your way now, huh?" He moved over as Steve
and the kids stood and watched.
After the Flayer, Billy hadn't been the same. He'd spent most of his time with what had become some kind of dysfunctional family, especially Max, Will and Steve. He and the alpha had been spending his heats together before the Mind Flayer but since El had broken him out of it's control and brought him back to himself, he hadn't had a single one and he knew he was due.
He was trying not to dwell on it while they were all there celebrating him turning 18. There were gifts, cake, fries and other snacks. He was feeling well and truly spoiled in a way he hadn't since his mum.
The whole thing came to a screeching halt when they heard Neil thump his way into Steve's home, drunk and slurring as he through the same usual insults at him. He stands straight away and it's a mistake when his dad corners him against the wall and he feels himself flinch. Neil grabs him by the jaw and presses him into the wall, breath reeking of alcohol as he gets up into his face.
"You let him breed you yet? Gonna let that alpha knot you and make you his little house bitch?" Billy knows he means Steve and it stings. The tears fill his eyes and one escapes no matter how much he tries to keep it in.
"Stop." He sees Joyce grab Hopper out of the corner of his eye but neither of them see Steve coming.
Billy is 18. Billy is 18 and free and he never has to worry about going
home to Neil again. Those are the thoughts running through Steve's head as
he crosses the room, vision tunneling in on the other alpha as a low growl
set up in his chest.
All the kids immediately cleared out of Steve's way, El herding them to the
other side of the room just in case though none left. Everyone wanted to
see this.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are coming into my house, but this
ends. Now." He snarled, grabbing Neil by the collar of his shirt and
dragging him away from Billy. He turned the older alpha, slamming him hard
against the wall and getting up in his face.
"I have spent the last year waiting for the moment that I can kick your ass
for every single time you've ever hurt him. After today, you will never,
ever touch him again. And I promise you, you come near him or me or mine
again..." He motioned to the kids standing across the room.
"A beating is what you'll wish you get." He started in, punch after punch.
He was furious and so very, very done with this man. "He was your SON!" He
screamed, feeling bone and cartilage crunch beneath his fingers. He'd
broken the man's nose and probably his jaw. He was bleeding profusely by
now, but Steve wasn't done. "Him being an omega...he is beautiful and smart
and all you ever did was treat him like garbage! You don't deserve your
family! Its no wonder your first wife left you! You piece of shit!"
Everything that happens is a blur. Steve tears Neil off of him and he’s immediately pulled away and out of reach by Joyce and Nancy. El herds the other kids out of reach, except Max, who comes to stand at Billy’s side, squeezing his hand and letting him squeeze her’s in return.
And Hopper? Hopper looks like he’s letting Steve get this out of his system because by the time he steps in -Jonathan coming to the assist- to pull Steve off his dad, his face is mangled and covered in blood and there’s a good chance Steve has busted a knuckle.
The chief and the photographer are struggling against him and Billy just wants all of this to stop.
Steve fought against the two until he heard Billy's voice. Until he heard
that he was needed and all the fight left him. He moved away from Hopper
and Jonathan, immediately pulling Billy into his arms.
He was actively ignoring the pain in his hands, ignoring the bleeding from
his knuckle. He didn't care at all about any of that. Just about his omega.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into his hair, lips pressing to his temple and
cheek, sighing. "So sorry. I just...I lost control." He murmured, closing
his eyes.
He could hear Hopper taking care of the situation, escorting Neil out of
the house as he shifted a but and pulled Max into the hug as well. He felt
someone coming up behind them, heard Joyce speak. "Neither of you are going
back to that house."
Billy let himself be pulled into the hold, pressing close and gripping tight at the back of his shirt. It’s all just too much, such a shitty end to an otherwise awesome day and Billy wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with the alpha and forget what had just happened.
Joyce is confirming that she won’t let them go back to him and Hopper is taking his dad away in cuffs, bloody nose and all. The rest of the kids are muttering away to each other about what happened.
“It’s okay, Steve. It’s okay.” It really was. Steve hasn’t committed murder, he didn’t have to go back to his dad, his alpha was here. It would be okay. “It’s okay.”
Steve kept his eyes on Hopper and Neil until they were out the door and
down the sidewalk. Then he stroked Billy's hair back from his forehead. His
attention turned to the kids, keeping his voice soft as he said it might be
best if they all just went home for now. "Y'all can come back tomorrow and
Billy'll open presents then. Today has been a little much for him."
And for all of them he wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut further.
Instead he nudged Max, motioning her over. "Hey, babe, go with Max upstairs
okay? Think you should lay down. I'll be up there in just a minute. I'm
gonna get things a little cleaned up." He pressed his lips to Billy's
temple, closing his eyes and whispering in his ear. "I love you."
Max steps forward and takes Billy's hand, tugging him away at Steve's instruction, but not until Billy's finished squeezing his alpha tightly. He kisses Steve once more before he let's his sister lead him away to a chorus of 'goodnights' and 'happy birthdays' as they leave, sad smiles on their faces.
Billy offers them a weak smile in return and follows Max up the stairs to Steve's room -their room- and stands guard outside the door as he strips off and climbs into bed, calling out to her that it's okay to come in. Steve doesn't follow up for a good little while, but when he does, he'll find Max and Billy curled up together and whispering quietly.
He saw to everyone leaving, thanking them all before gathering a few things
and taking them to the spare bedroom. He set up the bed, making sure Max
would have everything she needed in there before heading to his own room.
He stopped inside the door frame, leaning against it and smiling softly.
"Hey you two." He breathed out, tilting his head before pushing off of it
and walking over. He reached out and laid his hand on Max's shoulder,
squeezing gently before sitting on the bed.
"What are you two in here whispering about?" He asked, brushing a few
strands of hair from Billy's face. "Set up the spare bedroom for you, Max.
If you want to stay, that is."
"Nothing. Just the kids. Mike's ridiculous puppy eyes at El." They'd avoided talking about Neil. Billy immediately leans into the touch, only whining softly when Max squeezes his hand and makes to slide off the bed to take herself to the spare room.
"Happy birthday, Billy. Night Steve." She even closes the door behind herself.
When they're alone, Billy tugs Steve down to lie next to him, tucking himself into the Alpha's side and taking his battered hand between his own gently. "You okay?
He let himself be pulled down, shifting around a bit so he was holding
Billy close. He pressed his nose into his hair, inhaling and sighing. "Fine
now. Sorry I blew up like that. I just...I wasn't gonna let him hurt you
anymore."
And he wouldn't have to. Billy was free. Steve would make sure he never had
to go anywhere near Neil again. Max too if he could manage it.
"Now what about you? You okay?" He asked, pulling back enough that he could
tip his boyfriend's face up, staring into his eyes.
"I think we all knew that was coming." He couldn't believe his dad actually showed up but then again, this was the last time he'd have any real power over Billy so it also made sense. He was just thankful he hadn't been alone when he showed up.
He had Steve, Max, Hopper, Joyce and the kids now and he feels the tears well up when he realises he won't ever be alone again. "Yeah, I'm okay."
He could see the tears and he brushed them away from his cheeks before
pulling him in close. "Shhh, don't cry, babe." He whispered, holding him
close and slowly rubbing up and down his back. He closed his eyes, sighing.
"I love you. I love you so much." He whispered, rubbing his cheek against
Billy's shoulder and his jaw. He was rubbing more of his scent on the
younger teen, just needing to remind them both that this was the way it
would be as long as Billy wanted it.
Billy's distracted from his emotions by the feeling of his alpha's hands against his back. His muscles are tight and sore and he relaxes slightly under the touch, sighing softly.
"I love you too." It's the first time Billy's said it out loud and he's never meant anything the way he means this and he smiles softly up him. "I love you."
His eyes widened a bit, staring at him before kissing him softly. His
thumbs brush against Billy's cheek before nudging him gently. "You've been
through so much lately. Let me take care of you tonight?" He asked, pulling
back and lifting Billy's shirt a bit.
"Went and got some oil earlier. Wanted to give you a really good massage
before bed tonight." He said, reaching out and grabbing for the bottle.
"Shirt off and lay out for me?"
How did get so lucky as to land an alpha like Steve? He was loved, spoiled and constantly taken care of. It's easy to follow his instructions and strip out of his shirt, stretching out across the bed with his head cradled in his arms.
He cleared his throat at the question, color rising on his cheeks as he
pushed his fingers through his hair. "Birthday sex, huh? Hmm maybe..." He
teased, bending and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
"How bad you want it, babe?" He asked teasingly, knowing he would give the
omega absolutely anything he ever asked for.
"Reckon we've waited long enough, yeah?" He smiles at him over his shoulder, expression soft. One hand reaches up and squeezes Steve's thigh before he relaxes back down into the mattress so that Steve can get started.
He nodded, kissing his shoulder next. He breathed out, pouring oil into his
hand as he moved over to straddle the other's hips and ass. He rubbed his
hands together, warming the oil before he started rubbing it over his
boyfriend's back.
"You deserve this. And anything else you could ever want." He murmured,
thumbs pressing into tight muscles along his lower back. "Got one more
surprise for you, but this first."
"Oh?" The first press of those thumbs against his back makes Billy forget all about the exchange he'd had with his father earlier on and he sighs, melting into the sheets and moaning softly.
"Yeah. Gonna have to wait though." Not that he thought that would be a
problem in the slightest after the way the other moaned. He smiled as he
really started to massage, working at every knot and tight muscle he found.
He'd shifted slightly, easing higher so he was literally pressed over
Billy's ass when... He tilted his head a bit, leaning in and subtly
sniffing at his boyfriend. His scent was changing. It was...sweeter? He
blinked, shaking himself slightly. No. No, it wasn't what he thought it was.
Billy's a puddle under Steve's hands in no time, moaning and sighing softly at how good it feels to have the tension kneaded out of his spine and shoulders.
He can hear Steve sniffing at him, but he ignores it. He also ignores the heat of horniness in his gut too, even as it warms greatly and causes a pang of pain at the reminder that he can't get heats anymore.
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"You might regret that when I eat everything in your fridge."
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"Just leave me something to eat, okay?" He asked, smiling before squeezing his arm. "And try to take it easy tonight whenever he isn't fucking with you." He murmured, still really reluctant to let the other leave.
He did though, waving to him before sighing and shutting the door. He shook his head before he set about cleaning up some. He showered before he went to bed, ending up burying his face in the pillow where it smelled like Billy.
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He smiled at Steve and reached out to squeeze his arm, before he finally ducked out the door and took off back to his own home and the cold sheets that didn't smell of his alpha.
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Steve smiled as he watched the kids move around, piling up birthday gifts of all shapes and sizes on the table in front of Billy. Things had really changed since the Flayer. Billy had changed. He seemed to really like having the kids around and he also had enjoyed spending much more time with Steve.
Everything was going really well. Joyce had gotten them a cake and they'd also got ice cream and burgers and chips. Music was playing and everyone was having a great time.
Until he heard him. Neil stumbled in, drunk. How he knew they were at Steve's...well he didn't really know how, but he'd found out. The man came in and started spouting off immediately. "Oh look, my omega slut son finally turned 18." He snapped, moving closer. "Guess you can spread your legs to every alpha who looks your way now, huh?" He moved over as Steve and the kids stood and watched.
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He was trying not to dwell on it while they were all there celebrating him turning 18. There were gifts, cake, fries and other snacks. He was feeling well and truly spoiled in a way he hadn't since his mum.
The whole thing came to a screeching halt when they heard Neil thump his way into Steve's home, drunk and slurring as he through the same usual insults at him. He stands straight away and it's a mistake when his dad corners him against the wall and he feels himself flinch. Neil grabs him by the jaw and presses him into the wall, breath reeking of alcohol as he gets up into his face.
"You let him breed you yet? Gonna let that alpha knot you and make you his little house bitch?" Billy knows he means Steve and it stings. The tears fill his eyes and one escapes no matter how much he tries to keep it in.
"Stop." He sees Joyce grab Hopper out of the corner of his eye but neither of them see Steve coming.
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Billy is 18. Billy is 18 and free and he never has to worry about going home to Neil again. Those are the thoughts running through Steve's head as he crosses the room, vision tunneling in on the other alpha as a low growl set up in his chest.
All the kids immediately cleared out of Steve's way, El herding them to the other side of the room just in case though none left. Everyone wanted to see this.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are coming into my house, but this ends. Now." He snarled, grabbing Neil by the collar of his shirt and dragging him away from Billy. He turned the older alpha, slamming him hard against the wall and getting up in his face.
"I have spent the last year waiting for the moment that I can kick your ass for every single time you've ever hurt him. After today, you will never, ever touch him again. And I promise you, you come near him or me or mine again..." He motioned to the kids standing across the room.
"A beating is what you'll wish you get." He started in, punch after punch. He was furious and so very, very done with this man. "He was your SON!" He screamed, feeling bone and cartilage crunch beneath his fingers. He'd broken the man's nose and probably his jaw. He was bleeding profusely by now, but Steve wasn't done. "Him being an omega...he is beautiful and smart and all you ever did was treat him like garbage! You don't deserve your family! Its no wonder your first wife left you! You piece of shit!"
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And Hopper? Hopper looks like he’s letting Steve get this out of his system because by the time he steps in -Jonathan coming to the assist- to pull Steve off his dad, his face is mangled and covered in blood and there’s a good chance Steve has busted a knuckle.
The chief and the photographer are struggling against him and Billy just wants all of this to stop.
“Steve! Stop! Please? Steve I need you.”
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Steve fought against the two until he heard Billy's voice. Until he heard that he was needed and all the fight left him. He moved away from Hopper and Jonathan, immediately pulling Billy into his arms.
He was actively ignoring the pain in his hands, ignoring the bleeding from his knuckle. He didn't care at all about any of that. Just about his omega.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into his hair, lips pressing to his temple and cheek, sighing. "So sorry. I just...I lost control." He murmured, closing his eyes.
He could hear Hopper taking care of the situation, escorting Neil out of the house as he shifted a but and pulled Max into the hug as well. He felt someone coming up behind them, heard Joyce speak. "Neither of you are going back to that house."
She was talking to Max.
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Joyce is confirming that she won’t let them go back to him and Hopper is taking his dad away in cuffs, bloody nose and all. The rest of the kids are muttering away to each other about what happened.
“It’s okay, Steve. It’s okay.” It really was. Steve hasn’t committed murder, he didn’t have to go back to his dad, his alpha was here. It would be okay. “It’s okay.”
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Steve kept his eyes on Hopper and Neil until they were out the door and down the sidewalk. Then he stroked Billy's hair back from his forehead. His attention turned to the kids, keeping his voice soft as he said it might be best if they all just went home for now. "Y'all can come back tomorrow and Billy'll open presents then. Today has been a little much for him."
And for all of them he wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut further. Instead he nudged Max, motioning her over. "Hey, babe, go with Max upstairs okay? Think you should lay down. I'll be up there in just a minute. I'm gonna get things a little cleaned up." He pressed his lips to Billy's temple, closing his eyes and whispering in his ear. "I love you."
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Billy offers them a weak smile in return and follows Max up the stairs to Steve's room -their room- and stands guard outside the door as he strips off and climbs into bed, calling out to her that it's okay to come in. Steve doesn't follow up for a good little while, but when he does, he'll find Max and Billy curled up together and whispering quietly.
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He saw to everyone leaving, thanking them all before gathering a few things and taking them to the spare bedroom. He set up the bed, making sure Max would have everything she needed in there before heading to his own room.
He stopped inside the door frame, leaning against it and smiling softly. "Hey you two." He breathed out, tilting his head before pushing off of it and walking over. He reached out and laid his hand on Max's shoulder, squeezing gently before sitting on the bed.
"What are you two in here whispering about?" He asked, brushing a few strands of hair from Billy's face. "Set up the spare bedroom for you, Max. If you want to stay, that is."
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"Happy birthday, Billy. Night Steve." She even closes the door behind herself.
When they're alone, Billy tugs Steve down to lie next to him, tucking himself into the Alpha's side and taking his battered hand between his own gently. "You okay?
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He let himself be pulled down, shifting around a bit so he was holding Billy close. He pressed his nose into his hair, inhaling and sighing. "Fine now. Sorry I blew up like that. I just...I wasn't gonna let him hurt you anymore."
And he wouldn't have to. Billy was free. Steve would make sure he never had to go anywhere near Neil again. Max too if he could manage it.
"Now what about you? You okay?" He asked, pulling back enough that he could tip his boyfriend's face up, staring into his eyes.
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He had Steve, Max, Hopper, Joyce and the kids now and he feels the tears well up when he realises he won't ever be alone again. "Yeah, I'm okay."
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He could see the tears and he brushed them away from his cheeks before pulling him in close. "Shhh, don't cry, babe." He whispered, holding him close and slowly rubbing up and down his back. He closed his eyes, sighing.
"I love you. I love you so much." He whispered, rubbing his cheek against Billy's shoulder and his jaw. He was rubbing more of his scent on the younger teen, just needing to remind them both that this was the way it would be as long as Billy wanted it.
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"I love you too." It's the first time Billy's said it out loud and he's never meant anything the way he means this and he smiles softly up him. "I love you."
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His eyes widened a bit, staring at him before kissing him softly. His thumbs brush against Billy's cheek before nudging him gently. "You've been through so much lately. Let me take care of you tonight?" He asked, pulling back and lifting Billy's shirt a bit.
"Went and got some oil earlier. Wanted to give you a really good massage before bed tonight." He said, reaching out and grabbing for the bottle. "Shirt off and lay out for me?"
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"There's birthday sex after, right?"
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He cleared his throat at the question, color rising on his cheeks as he pushed his fingers through his hair. "Birthday sex, huh? Hmm maybe..." He teased, bending and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
"How bad you want it, babe?" He asked teasingly, knowing he would give the omega absolutely anything he ever asked for.
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He nodded, kissing his shoulder next. He breathed out, pouring oil into his hand as he moved over to straddle the other's hips and ass. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil before he started rubbing it over his boyfriend's back.
"You deserve this. And anything else you could ever want." He murmured, thumbs pressing into tight muscles along his lower back. "Got one more surprise for you, but this first."
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"Oh my gooooddddddd."
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"Yeah. Gonna have to wait though." Not that he thought that would be a problem in the slightest after the way the other moaned. He smiled as he really started to massage, working at every knot and tight muscle he found.
He'd shifted slightly, easing higher so he was literally pressed over Billy's ass when... He tilted his head a bit, leaning in and subtly sniffing at his boyfriend. His scent was changing. It was...sweeter? He blinked, shaking himself slightly. No. No, it wasn't what he thought it was.
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He can hear Steve sniffing at him, but he ignores it. He also ignores the heat of horniness in his gut too, even as it warms greatly and causes a pang of pain at the reminder that he can't get heats anymore.
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