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It was just like a Keystone Cops chase or something out of Scooby Doo. The wooden doll of Pennywise running through the room with it’s arms out stretched and headless, Eddie yelling obscenities behind his shoulder and throwing at it anything he could get his hands on.
“Guys, a little help here!” Ben yelled down the hall.
“Ben, they’re somewhere else,” Bill yelled over the crashing plates, pointing at the ceiling above them. “This isn’t their kitchen.”
Eddie stood on the counter top on the far side of the room now, the headless body turning in circles unable to locate him. He began to laugh.
“Ed, stop,” Ben whispered.
“C-c-come down and we’ll lead It back to the others.
The body stumbled over a chair and nearly lost balance sending Ed into a fit of laughter, Ben and Bill cracking sheepish smiles too.
“Eddie!” Ben yelled.
The wooden arm of Pennywise shot out across the room, 8 feet long, expanding in girth. It appeared more like a tree log, lodging itself into one of the walls. The other arm shooting out to punch through the cabinet near Eddies head, sending splinters of wood in every direction. Two more dirty, bark covered logs extended out of its torso to break through a window and the other into the wall. The house creaked as it’s insides were punctured.
Eddie panicked and tried to jump down when a log came crashing through the drawers below, breaking apart the counter he stood on and he went sideways, scrambling to keep his limbs out of the wreckage.
The head that Bill held so close began to shift from one side to the other, Bill lifting it in his arms to reveal a very Pac Man shaped clown mouth that opened wide when he looked at it. Ben ripped the head away from Bill and threw it across the room but it only righted itself on the floor and began to gnash it’s awful teeth at them.
The action snapped Bill out of his solemn mood and he started to climb the logs to get to Eddie just as the wooden head began to roll itself after them making a horrible noise, the logs continuing to burst from their base to create a web around the kitchen. The mangled wooden body in the middle was shredded and almost unrecognizable as Bill took one last look behind them. Jesus Christ...
The three of them ran from the room into the darkened hall, Ed looking back to see flickering lights and the demolition of the refrigerator, stabbed right through its middle, the munching head rolling after them. Bill was grabbed suddenly and pulled sideways into a broom closet. It was completely black inside and he couldn’t find the door handle as the others pounded on it from the hallway, calling his name.
Bare, claw-like hands wrapped around his waist and he startled as he turned around to face the dark. His hands found a waxy cheek with full wet lips and pleated ruffles against the neck. He stepped forward to smell the candy and flowers. Why did it smell like flowers?
The enlarged, monstrous claws ran up under his shirt to grip his bare skin and Bill walked them both backward until Its back met the shelving, starting a dominant rash of kissing from both sides. Bill doled out intrusive, hungry laps, trying to convey his worry and excitement.
“Bill! Can you hear us? We’re getting the others!” he could hear someone say, taking the fight with the laughing wooden head along with them.
The Clown took it’s hands away from his skin and shoved him back towards the door.
“No, I don’t want to go yet,” Bill whispered, stepping toward the Clown again but he was pushed back again against the door, this time turned face first and held there. Clawed fingers grabbed at his pants but Bill got in the way, both pairs of hands fighting over the fabric until Bill gave in and unzipped himself, placing the claws over the hem on his hips.
The pants were jerked down but remained thankfully unripped. He let his head rest on the door in front of him as it was suddenly pounded on on the other side by Ben and now Mike, he noticed. He turned his head to try and face the thing behind him but his hair was grabbed and he received a harsh half kiss before being pushed back toward the door, a slick, soaking wet object running up along his backside, between his legs. He let out a stifled shout and the other side of the door was quiet for a moment.
“Bill? Just hang in there!”
Bill hit his head against the door. The thing, he guessed was It’s tongue-like genitals that he’d seen that morning, was lapping at him quickly, licking and poking at his entrance with fervor. The strange thing was that the Clown didn’t have It’s hands on him at all. In the dark it almost seemed like he was alone with the slimy thing trying hard to make him scream. And god, he wanted to, burying his shuddering noises into his hand against the door as it began to breach him and work its way inside.
His knee bent forward and Bill draped himself across the door, allowing the thick tongue to travel farther inside. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore of this strangeness, Pennywise gripped his hips and pushed in hard and slow, Bill gasping gratefully against the wood.
It happened fast. The large tongue-like thing plunging quick and long into Bill as the Clown wrapped it’s giant claws over his mouth and the other across his waist to pull him back onto its member as It fucked him. He was thankful for the iron grip over his mouth but strangled whimpers still escaped from inside Bill’s throat while his friends began to break the door down. Something flat and heavy pounding against the door in front of him. The tongue seemed to go deeper and grow thicker as it went, Bill knowing full well it’s actual size. The Clown grunted against his ear as it went faster, holding his body to it like a toy. Bill’s eyes rolled backward. Then cruelly, the hand left his mouth and It placed its claws along Bill’s length like a tray. He couldn’t believe it. It took a lot for someone to come untouched this way, and he ached to be touched now, just a grip from It’s hand, just a little pressure.
The tongue inside of him seemed to expand, sending jolting shocks through his body, gliding over his prostate, something only a few women with delicate fingers had done before. A deep ache to be touched building in him as It bit playfully into his neck. Bill cried out as It changed their rhythm to hard, abrupt thrusts, jerking Bill backward onto Itself. Gobs of semen spurted into the Clowns waiting hand. He tried to rut against the mess but it didn’t do much good, he just came hard into nothing, gritting his teeth in desperation.
The hand was gone, then the other let go of his waist as the tongue travelled backward and out of him. The time it took made his ragged breath catch. How much of the length had been inside of him?
The others were shouting his name when whatever they were using to break down the door broke through and Bill shakily took his hands away from it. His hands! He could have touched himself, he’d been free the whole time! He stared at them in the dark, unable to see them at all.
Another blow to the door let light in and Bill quickly pulled up his pants and did the buttons, leaning himself up against the shelving of the empty room, his hands squeezing and unsqueezing with nerves.
“I’m okay.” He called weakly, surprised at the volume of his voice. He failed to repeat himself to his satisfaction, the door breaking through so Ben could open it from the inside and let everyone in. Mike brought him out into the hall. Everyone was quiet.
“I’m fine.”
“What happened?” Beverly asked, standing in front of him and taking his hands in hers.
Bill started to laugh, not able to really look at her or anyone else. “I don’t know, I don’t know- it was dark, I...”
He couldn’t keep the afterglow and heat from his face.
“Are you hurt? Oh Jesus, your neck!"
Bill's fingers flew to the punctures, a bit of blood coming up from the wound. “No. I think It just wanted to scare me.” Bill looked around at everyone’s faces. “You got in just in time.”
"You need a tetanus shot," Richie mumbled.
Bill wiped the blood away. "If this is all I get from tonight, I'll be happy," he quipped.
The jokes deescalated the scene in the hall enough for them to move forward. He asked about the second kitchen but didn’t really hear Beverly’s answer. He couldn’t believe It had just sidetracked the whole night to do that. He could have waited to see It later or even the next day and it couldn’t wait a few hours?
He had missed Pennywise though, and was worried in a way, how they were in It’s house but it was hiding and It could be anywhere around him, close. How they had to battle It’s wooden puppet and head and find their way out of It's giant glowing mouth. But Bill could have restrained himself until afterward. God, it had been only a day...almost. What did that remind him of?
Up ahead, Richie tripped over something on the floor and fell forward as Pennywise stepped out from around the corner. “Gotcha, Richie.” It growled, ignoring the others to bend over and drool along Richies face. It took hold of one of his arms and grabbed his hand at an uncomfortable angle, looking like it was about to break some of Richies fingers and shoulder in the same instant.
“Don’t!” Bill shouted angrily, trying to get to the front of the crowd.
Stan bolted from the hall and kept going, the others yelling after him to come back.
“Why not?” The Clown teased from the floor, jerking the arm closer. Richie screamed out in pain and Bill charged after It, getting his hands around It’s shoulders before It head butted him off. It hurt and Bill stumbled back, surprised, Pennywise giving him it’s full attention as Richie squirmed under It. Bill rushed It again and Pennywise caught him, making them tumble to the floor.
“C-c-come on, B-b-Billy!” It mocked between the punches Bill began to dispense, uncomfortable as it was to do so now. At this point he knew It had no intention of harming his group, not even a little bit, not a scratch.
Richie got on his feet and watched while the Clown continued to talk. “This will all go on, on and on after you’re in the ground-”
"We've heard it all before!" Richie interrupted.
“Oh my god,” Beverly exclaimed behind them, but Bill couldn’t turn to see what it was. Pennywise threw him off easily and got to It’s feet, just before being struck in the back. As It fell, Stan appeared with an emptied crossbow, the arrow stuck right below It's shoulder blade.
Bill was speechless.
“You didn’t tell us you had that!” Ben said as Stan reloaded.
“I took the family out for practice a few times but the kids were to irresponsible. This has been in the back hatch for years.” Stan looked amusedly in thought before aiming the weapon forward. “Richie,” he said, and Richie turned a limp Pennywise over onto it’s back as Bill stood up, the arrow sticking sideways into It now. Richie moved Bill to the side too and Bill blinked, a small worry creeping up along his back.
The Clown was breathing rapidly as it looked up at Bill, then it was jerked dead in the blink of an eye with a bullet from Richies gun.
Bill took a step back and Stan came up behind him, asking Mike where the heart is, he didn’t want to miss.
He looked away, staring forward as the others descended on the body on the floor. A small golden light caught his eye, in the shadows of the foyer ahead of them. He barely moved as he stared at it, like a trance as his friends had their way by his feet. Romeo and Juliet.
They’d known each other for a few hours before lust and self proclaimed love overtook them and they were married the next day, the day after that- they killed themselves instead of facing life apart. It was ridiculous.
The golden light was like a boon. He’d known Pennywise since he was a child. It was different, and they weren’t in love, it was something else, and it wasn’t dying right now on the floor before him, it was in the light.
He felt arms wrap around him from behind and he looked around to see that it was Eddie, turning slightly away from what the others were finishing up on the floor. He patted his friends hand and held it until it was over, Eddie going to Richie despite the fresh blood on his clothes. “I’m sorry,” Eddie said as they departed, though Bill wasn’t sure what the apology was for. All of it maybe.
Bill walked out too without looking back at the body Beverly, Mike, and Ben were analyzing. He sat on the porch while Ed and Richie leaned against the van. Stan came out too with his crossbow and sat with Bill, who willed himself to say something.
“Nice shot.”
Stan shrugged.
Beverly came out beaming, blood smudged down her face and on her hands. “Let’s go out!”
Richie looked up from the driveway. “What?”
“Let’s get cleaned up and go to a bar, is the Falcon open?”
Ben came out from behind her with a curious look. “It’s Radcliffe’s now, but yeah it’s open.”
“Let’s go!”
Ben seemed crestfallen. “I don’t know if the rest of us feel like celebrating. It feels wrong.”
Stan got to his feet and hung the bow as far from himself as possible. “I need a drink.”
“Me too,” Bill added, standing up from the steps.
“What about the body?” Eddie asked,
“It disintegrated like ash.”
Mike went home to his family, saying any of them were welcome there for as long as they were still in town.
Eddie stayed behind at the only other motel in town while the rest of them went ahead to the rather rowdy town bar. Richie and Beverly celebrating with Stan and Ben sitting thoughtfully with Bill next to them. He wanted to have a good time, and he did. Richie and Beverly had crazy stories that became more colorful and intense with every drink. They didn’t talk about the kids, no one mentioned It. No one brought up their past here in Derry.
Bill walked back to his motel room, looked around inside, took his toothbrush and a water bottle and walked back out into the night.
You've twisted me out from the inside
I am empty, aimless
And every day I'll fight not to miss you
Every day I'll lose
You are my weakness
You may be my downfall