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Shit, this was priceless. William didn’t think he could ever have enough of it.
No matter how much he put Henry through, or how sick and evidently twisted his loving displays of affection were, the man seemed to always eat everything up as if it were the greatest gift he had ever received in his entire life. Right now, he was thanking him for covering his torso in bruises. He was begging him to take his body as if it were his property. He kept giving all of himself to William and him only, while William was the one that had betrayed his trust In the first place.
Is there even a breaking point, somewhere in that gorgeous brain?, he wondered.
Can I find a way to break you?
Now, did William actually want Henry to snap out of whatever had been keeping him tangled into William’s web of manipulative lies and gentle gestures of devotion all this time so far?
…sure, the developments of such a possibility would indeed be interesting. But, no. He relished in the power he had over him more than anything. He was not willing to give that feeling up for anything in the world.
And yet, he really just fucking felt like testing that power now, for some perverted reason. Because if anyone could push Henry so far, that was him. He owned him, more than anyone ever would.
So he held tighter around his darling’s waist, smirked at him and pushed him back onto the bed.
“Oh I fucking will, honey” he grunted, manhandling Henry’s squirming body into a lying position and settling himself to hover over him. Shit, he… he really owned him, didn’t he? Every single damned purple mark on his milky flesh had his name written in it. He found himself lost in the sight, mouth watering as he trailed his fingertips over Henry’s entire, shaking torso and took it all in.
He heard himself exhaling sharply, before he leveraged on Henry’s hips and had him roll to his stomach. The shorter man whimpered under him, and he grinned as he settled both his hands on Henry’s thighs, prying them open until the latter was completely exposed under William’s starved pupils.
“Hips up, baby”, he instructed, and Henry held his breath, struggling against the mattress until he managed to comply. “I’m going to make you feel so good, going to have you fuckin cry out of pleasure”, he said, and leaned in to bury his face between Henry’s cheeks and reduce him to a writhing mess.
“Will, oh my god, shit, Will – ”
Henry’s voice climbed out of his throat abruptly, likely surprising Henry himself, and William closed his eyes, savouring its sound and lapping around his partner’s entrance to hear more of it.
“Ah, it’s so – it’s so good Will please, so much” he moaned, then whined, then hissed, when William’s nails sank deeper into his flesh at the sides of the taller man’s face.
“It better be, love”, he breathed against Henry, husk voice surprising even himself when he caught himself being enraptured by the sight of Henry’s rim fluttering in front his eyes as if it wanted to invite him back in. He tentatively brushed his thumb against it, heard Henry whimpering again, and sank it inside to the knuckle for no reason other than to tease him.
His lover whined and pushed his hips back towards him, and that was what it took for him to remove his finger and place his hand back on Henry’s soft cheek, immediately replacing his digit with his tongue.
“It – it is” Henry drew out, and it was strained and desperate and so fucking hot. William hummed against him, frantically lapping and kissing at Henry’s flesh until the latter was shaking and begging and softly whimpering for more.
It felt so lewd and primal, and yet so damn empowering at the same time, each and every reaction that William elicited out of Henry planned forward and triggered by his actions.
“Oh, and darling?” he called, making a point to whisper it softly, blowing as much air as possible against Henry’s overstimulated skin.
Henry whimpered, as predictable as it was, but otherwise stayed quiet, lost in his pleasure. William wasn’t having it. He leaned forward until his mouth met Henry’s hole once more, and carefully – yet, decisively – grazed his incisors against it a couple times, until he felt the man shaking before him and moaning so damn sinfully William felt the need to record him.
“W… Will”, Henry finally acknowledged his call, and his voice was wrecked and wet and everything good in between.
William smirked, sinking gentle caresses against Henry’s flesh with both his hands where he was keeping him still.
“This is the only preparation you’re getting tonight”, he informed him.
Having Henry on his stomach suddenly felt like a shame, because he knew damn well the man was now widening his eyes absurdly, reacting to his words as if they had been spoken in another language. His sweet thing, always so shocked at everything he brought onto the table yet always so willing to please him nonetheless.
He moved his hands upwards until they were both on the sides of Henry’s hips, the grip easing his hold onto the man until he could push him backwards against his face once again.
“So be good for me and allow it”, he murmured, not even caring whether it ever had the chance to reach Henry’s ears, and sank his tongue as deep inside him as he could possibly reach, lapping at his walls and stretching him open around the muscle until Henry could but whine and moan and shake all around it.
There had always been something so erotic, so appealing about making a numb, pliant, moaning mess out of a man that William had immediately deemed so smart, brilliant and observant. And he was, as it had turned out to be… but Henry was always so willing to give up all of that for William, because of William. And that was pure gold, over there. He could take him apart and reinvent him until he was most satisfied, and Henry would simply accept it, getting himself lost and ready in William’s palms. Trusting him with his entire being.
Because he belonged to him.
And he was the only asshole out there who had permission to own him, trick him, hunt him, destroy him. He had been the only one to find a way into his head.
And if you don’t find that hot, I don’t know what else to tell you.
“Will, hold on, wait – ” Henry’s plea was cut short by his own sharp exhale, one William forced out of his lips by slamming all the way inside him in one go.
“Oh shit, sorry baby, I didn’t hear that”, he mocked him, and fuck, it was tight. Tighter than it had ever been.
Henry was sobbing and squirming under him, and that only prompted him to snap his hips even deeper.
“Will…” Henry cried.
“Well, too late to go back now.”
He thrust inside him once more, his lips lingering on Henry’s bruised shoulder and he could feel the blood running under the thin layer of skin, right against his mouth.
“Hush, darling, come on. Just let me handle this. Don’t you trust me, baby?”
“No, I – ! It’s not that, it’s– “
“Then be good for me and take what I give you”, he told him, running his hands over his back in a soothing motion. “I believe that’s what you wanted in the first place, isn’t it?” he cooed, his deep, raw tone betraying that pretence of softness he was putting up. “For me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”, Henry hissed in pain. “But it hurts so much, Will, please slow down”
“Oh but you like it when it hurts baby”, William replied. “Don’t lie to me, you adore it. It makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it?”, he prompted him. “It reminds you that you are tougher than they make you to be.”
A sharp thrust drew something between a scream and a moan out of the shorter man, and William fucking relished in it.
“Show me you can take it, darling”, he continued. “Prove me what a fierce little thing you can be”
Henry’s voice was wet and shaking when it reached him. “But…”, he whimpered.
“Henry” he harshly cut him off, baring his teeth in annoyance for absolutely no one to see. “Stop pleading, it won’t get you anywhere. Either fight it”, he said, and pulled out until only the tip was past Henry’s stretched rim, “or take it.”
He thrust back inside, burying himself to the hilt and grazing at Henry’s prostate for the first time in the whole night, on purpose.
Henry moaned, and he grinned. He did it once more, and Henry moaned louder.
“Feels good, darling?”, he asked, leaning down until his mouth touched Henry’s shoulder again, thrusting in and out of him slowly and steadily as he wrapped both his arms around his waist.
The shorter man nodded, and William found himself hating their position. He wanted to look at him. Wanted to take in his wrecked state and swallow it down until he was sated.
He pulled out. Grabbed Henry’s torso and spun him around until he was facing him.
Henry was, just as he had expected, a mess. His eyes were wet and blown wide, his cheeks feverishly red and his lips parted and trembling. He was staring up at William, lashes falling over his freckled cheekbones, utterly lost in the dynamic of the scene.
The taller man felt himself clenching his teeth, aroused by the display in front of him, and aligned himself back into Henry, slowly sinking down that sweet heat that immediately engulfed him. Henry started shaking under him, and William reached for his face, gently caressing his right cheek as he let him re-adjust to his presence.
“You are truly amazing, love”, he whispered at him, lovingly tangling his fingers into his bangs, and Henry nodded, quietly pleading for more praise and reassuring words. “Taking me so well, Henry, letting me claim you like this. You are doing so good for me.”
He observed the man as he slowly melted into his sentences, relaxing under his touch and around him, allowing him to sink even deeper into his body.
“Will, can you…” Henry spoke up, his voice dry and strained. He licked his lips, wetting them to better articulate his words, and swallowed before he opened them again. “Can you… more, please.”
William grinned, and gave him more.
04/03/1978
“Elizabeth.”
“Yes daddy?”
“Is that glitter, in the fish tank?”
The two year old girl stared at him, green eyes staring into her dad’s inquisitive face as if she found it exceptionally funny.
“Does it look pretty?”
William furrowed his eyebrows, then slowly lowered his body down on one knee to stand at his daughter’s height.
“Goldie is dead now, Elizabeth”, he pointed out.
She blinked at him as if she was just processing the information. William observed her turn around, eyeing the glass pot that sat on her bedside table, and then turn back to her father’s face.
“Is that why he’s floating upside down?”
15/12/1978
Henry was… uncharacteristically quiet, and William hated it.
It wasn’t the first time he had found him in that state, constantly in his own head while they were either working, or simply spending time alone in general, but it was growing unnerving.
William despised it.
No matter how much he tried to shake Henry out of this sort of hazy state he’d slipped into, he couldn’t seem to reach him. It was as if his attention had been lured elsewhere, clouding his vision so much that he had ended up growing immune to William’s every word and move.
William hated it, and itched to slap it out of him every time he saw his face.
Fucking violence, isn’t it? Man’s last resort. And some part of him was fucking craving it right now.
But.
He couldn’t risk losing his temper, just as much as he couldn’t losing Henry’s trust. Henry who worships him, wants him, needs him. There must be another way not to ruin everything William had built overtime. He could not stand losing him.
He took a deep breath, swung the office door open and stepped inside, finding the man working on an endoskeleton they had been programming and testing over the last month.
“Henry”, he called him, and waited for a reaction.
One he didn’t receive.
He stepped closer, closing both his hands into fists beside each side of his body, and inhaled sharply.
“What are you working on?”, he faked interest, prompting a dialogue. William knew what Henry was working on.
They had been trying to find a way to regulate the voice distorter into the endoskeletons of the new animatronics for two weeks, now. Failing, of course, because of some sort of interference that made the programme act up every time it received a vocal input.
Henry didn’t reply, only vaguely gestured at the metallic thing that was lying on the desk, lifeless.
William felt his nails sinking into his palms.
He stayed quiet for almost a minute, before he eventually reached for the screwdriver on the side of the desk and leaned forward to seemingly inspect the machine, while he was actually trying to meet Henry’s focused, lowered gaze.
“Here, let me handle that”, he said, harshly grabbing the side of the desk and bending over it to work on the distorter. His hand, however, met Henry’s arm, who he had moved just to keep William from touching the device he was working on. “No, wait – “, he told him, messing with a couple of cables and readjusting the positioning of some wheels behind it.
His hands left the machine, slowly retracting until they were hovering over it in the air and Henry was in a straight, standing position.
William was pissed.
“Hi, what’s your name?”, Henry spoke, but it wasn’t directed at him.
An instant passed.
“My name is Freddy Fazbear, what’s yours?”
The taller man blinked, then placed his gaze back on Henry.
Henry’s eyes, finally on sight, were twinkling in excitement as he stared at the endoskeleton.
“It worked”, he whispered, mostly to himself. Then, he finally turned to William. “Will, I did it!” he said louder, smiling brightly at him.
Yet something didn’t fucking add up.
He kept studying the shorter man’s face, emotionless, until he found it.
His eyes, he realized. They were wet. Henry had been crying.
But why the hell for?
“Henry”, he tried, voice firm as he could keep it, after all the pent up rage that he had been silently growing inside of him. “I am sorry for being late today, you know I had to bring my daughter – ”
“William, don’t you fucking dare” Henry cut him off, his tone suddenly vulnerable, “apologise for spending time with your children. You have no idea what I – ”
And he stopped, just as abruptly as he had started.
“Darling, what are you…”
“I want what you have”, he murmured.
He fell quiet.
William eyed him sharply. He blinked, and forced a reassuring smile on his face.
“Baby, what does that –”
“No”, Henry said, louder this time. “No, don’t do that. Please. This is serious. Please take me seriously. I know what you are doing.”
The blue-eyed man clenched his teeth shut, his eyes and lips falling into that same pissed, serious expression that felt now authentic.
“What do you mean by ‘I want what you have’, Henry?”, he asked, almost snarled, façade dropping at his every word as he straightened his posture from where he’d been leaning towards the man.
“I want”, Henry started, and it was shaky and wet with previous tears. “A family. I want kids of my own, I want someone who…” he cut his sentence short, fixing his gaze into the pavement.
William stepped closer to him, gripping his face harshly between his fingers and forcing it back on him. The shorter man whimpered, sorrowful eyes rising to meet William’s and unable to escape their ice-cold glare. They stayed silent, staring at each other until their emotions mixed up and melted together.
“Who do you belong to, Henry?”, William asked, and even he was surprised by the threatening edge that he had added to it. Henry swallowed, and William’s grip on his face tightened.
“Henry”, he repeated, spitefully staring at him. “Answer my question.”
The brown-eyed man shook his head, tears wetting his cheeks. “No”, he exhaled. “No, Will, cut it.”
And by the time he had said that, William had cornered him against the desk, nails digging into his chin and eyes piercing though his skull, relentless.
“Henry who the fuck do you belong to”, he asked once more, but it was cut short by Henry’s hands on his chest, pushing him away until the shorter man had freed himself from his hold on him and was standing right outside of the door, jaw clenched and cheeks wet with stubborn, stupid fucking tears.
“Not you”, Henry replied, shaking his head and disappearing from sight.
William itched to slap him even more.
07/09/1975
“Who do you belong to, Henry?” William asked him, tightening his fist around his locks as he snapped his hips inside of him.
“You”, Henry whimpered, pupils swallowing his irises with lust as the taller man reached to touch him.
“Say it.”
“I belong to you, Will. I am yours”, the man cried under him, riding his release and burning under William’s devoted, possessive look.
“You fucking are, love”, he agreed, lowering his head until his mouth hovered over Henry’s.
“All mine, for-fucking-ever.”