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The man's heavy work boots beat against the flooring once again, this time remaining where Will could see him. His eyes following him, watching his every move. The water tap in the corner of the room looked as if it was barely functioning anymore. Will gazed around the room, pulling his eyes away from the man. Wood paneling covered every wall, above the door rested a single crucifix. Mocking Will the moment he looked at it. Christ dying, bound just the same as Will. It was haunting, even from across the room Will could see the suffering painted onto Christ's face.
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- Part 1 of to put yourself through hell.
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01 Jul 2026
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Will byers is humming, just how he knows his boyfriend likes. But this time, something is different. As he presses his hips back to take it further in, it's going deeper than it usually does - than it ever has. It's long enough that when Will finally feels the hilt - the gentle collision of the other man's lower body… it's different. He runs his fingers back, along the other man's hips from under the blanket. It's thin, bony and edged where it should be a little soft and pliant. These aren't the familiar bumps and curves of his lover. This isn't Carlton.
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Desperation and fatigue make Will forget that Mike is staying at his house for the week. Accidents happen.
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01 Jul 2026
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Will Byers is possessed. Again. But this time it's coming for him fast and hard, and it's not something they can just force out by poking him with a fire iron; he needs a different form of release, and Mike Wheeler has been waiting.
It's El that answers for Will, and for every truth that she utters everything begins to click into place.
"Will would need someone to help him."
And there it finally is, the undeniable truth: Someone needs to fuck Will through it. It doesn't land like a sucker punch to the gut that would have left him winded like Mike had expected. Instead, the fact consumes him like a sudden blast of cold wind, eliciting a tingle in his skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake to travel from his arms up to his shoulders and to his nape, at the back of his ears. He feels it settle in his scalp like a hundred pinpricks from a needle.
"I'll do it."
Mike signs his death sentence in three words. He finds it hard to regret—even poor bastards due for the executioner's block are granted their last meal, after all.
Or: byler Fuck Or Die, wherein mike has to exorcise will by fucking the possession out of him as it is actively ongoing.
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01 Jul 2026
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“You do like it,” Mike teases. “I can tell.”
“Obviously,” Will huffs. “You know what I like.”
Mike does. What a surreal feeling it is, to be the one who knows what Will likes. What makes him blush, or shy away. What turns him on. To be the only one who knows these things.
“Yeah,” Mike says softly. “I know.”
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Will becomes the patron saint of pretending to sleep with guys to help them come out of the closet. Mike isn’t exactly thrilled with the situation.
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26 Jun 2026
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"You wanna help me?" His voice was unrecognizable to even himself, deep and rugged in an almost animalistic way—he didn't pay it any mind.
Will nodded, much too innocently for the situation.
Mike sighed, more of a gravelly ripple in his chest than an actual breath.
"I need a taste." Will froze at that, his head tilting in confusion, "Please?" The alpha begged.
Just as it felt like Will would try to escape again, Mike tightened his grip.
"T-taste of what?" He asked, but stuttered, like he already knew what.
Mike inhaled, breath hitching at that heavy syrupy scent, "You."
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Mike gets his first rut on his 18th birthday and develops a sudden craving for Will
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25 Jun 2026