#billy's birthday bonanza

[theladycarpathia]

Billy Hargrove’s rules for mix tapes (and the one exception)

Prompt: Mix tapes

Steve Harrington brings mix tapes into his car.

That’s not even the worst thing

It’s the fact that Billy actually fucking allows it.

He fucking sits in the driver’s seat, watching Harrington shove tape after tape into his car and all of it fucking sucks. He knows full well that if Max or Heather tried that shit in his car, he’d leave them on the side of the road. Argyle brought a Weird Al tape once and Billy had given him a Chinese burn until he swore never to do it again.

Not that Max’s music is all that bad. But he’s never going to tell her that. If he tells her that, she’ll think she can bring anything into his car. 

The problem is that she’s about to start thinking that anyway.

“Why does Steve get to sit in front?” Max gripes, reaching for her seat-belt and Billy levels a glare at her through the rear-view mirror. She glares back with equal venom.

“Because, Maxine, children sit in the back,” he retorts sweetly and scowls at her when she kicks the back of his chair.

“I think sisters should have priority,” she mutters, folding her arms across her chest. Dustin just blinks at her. He looks happy enough just to come along. He and Billy don’t know each other all that well, despite he’s Max’s friend and Steve’s favorite…well, Steve’s favorite. 

“I think children should be seen and not heard,” Billy counters, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Jesus fucking christ, how the hell did the munchkins invite themselves along? Steve had suggested they get pizza and Max had bulldozed her way into coming. 

“I think you should watch what you hide under your bed,” Max says archly, and he whirls around in his seat. Unfortunately, she’s too fast and whips her legs away in time, out of Billy’s reach.

“You shut your goddamn mouth,” Billy hisses, keeping a careful eye out for Steve, who’s busy locking up the Harrington mansion. Fucking hell, he thought that hiding his scant few mags in the loose slats under his bed meant that they’d be safe. If Neil ever finds out, Billy will probably need more stitches.

But Max just raises her eyebrows. 

“Well, think about that before you tell someone that they can borrow your tennis racket,” she points out. Billy thumps back into his seat. He’s not sure why he’s embarrassed about it, because Max knows…but Jesus, his sister knowing he has porn is all kinds of gross. 

“How the hell did you find it?” he asks quickly, because Steve is ambling down the drive towards them. 

“Slat’s too loose,” Max says quietly. There’s a slight flush to her face and Billy wonders how much she looked before she put them back. Billy leaves the less graphic girly mags out in plain view to keep his dad satisfied that his son isn’t queer. But those aren’t going to be the ones that have Max’s cheeks turning as red as her hair. “It fell on my head.”

Billy remembers the third occupant of the car just in time, glaring at the Henderson kid until he mimes zipping his lips.

“I heard nothing!” he says hurriedly. “Not a word.”

“What didn’t you hear?” Steve says, dropping into the passenger seat and Billy likes how it looks. Like he belongs there. 

“Nothing,” Billy says, wanting the conversation over. Max smirks a little and says nothing until Steve pulls a tape out of his bag.

“Why the hell does he get to put tapes in?” she asks, outraged, sliding forward in her seat as far as her seatbelt will let her. 

“Because he can,” Billy says, suddenly very sorry that he has a sister at all. She’s too mouthy and he has approximately five seconds before she puts it all together. “Shut up, Max.”

He turns the key in the ignition, hoping that she’ll get the hint and drop it.

But his sister is a fucking rottweiler and she never learnt to drop anything.

“You never let me bring tapes in here!” she complains, and the torture only gets worse when the tape goes in to play something bouncy and catchy that Billy wouldn’t be caught dead listening to.

“Borrowed it from Nancy,” Steve says, with a shrug, catching Billy’s eye. “Wanted to see what it was like.”

“You can play music in your own car,” Billy gripes, reversing down Steve’s driveway. Steve shrugs, unbothered.

“Yeah, I could,” he says and there’s an unusual expression on his face that Billy can’t quite name. They’ve been friends a while now and Billy’s gotten pretty used to the fact that Steve’s an open book. He never really needed to learn to mask his every feeling, like Billy does. 

But every so often, Billy thinks that Steve’s hiding something from him.

“Why are you letting Steve play Cindy Lauper in your car?” Max demands, her fingers an annoying flutter on Billy’s shoulder. He doesn’t look as he tells her to sit back in her seat. “Billy, why don’t I get to play music in your car?” Billy tries not to react. But it’s there, the answer held in the tiny clench in his jaw.

She sees.

“Huh,” Max says, the word like a lead weight on Billy’s chest, and she catches Billy’s eye in the mirror. Billy shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Can we all shut up now?” Billy says, adjusting his grip on the wheel. His palms are beginning to sweat. Max lets go of his chair and slides back into her seat. Billy can’t even be satisfied that she’s quiet for now, not with the nerves tap-dancing on his abdomen. “Or I will turn the car around.”

“What happened, what did I miss?” Dustin asks Max quietly, leaning over to whisper in her ear. 

“Steve’s special,” Max answers with obvious glee and while it’s not exactly the truth, it’s close enough that Billy’s heart skips a beat.

But when he looks to the right, Steve just smiles, something bright and satisfied. Like he knows that it’s true, maybe has always known that he’s the exception to Billy’s rules. 

“If you want me to stop, just say so,” Steve whispers. Billy dares to flick his eyes up to Steve’s and hopes he’s not wrong by what he sees there. Admitting that it’s true is as good as admitting…everything else.

“You’re good,” Billy croaks, mouth dry. Steve settles back into his seat, pleasure washing across his face. He reaches out and ejects the tape in a quick motion, the music cut off dead.

“Why’d you take it out?” Billy asks, a little confused. Steve shrugs and shoves the tape back in his pocket.

“I don’t think I need it anymore,” he says easily and the glitter in his dark eyes makes Billy want to kiss him. 

But something about Max’s amused face and Steve fiddling with the radio makes him think that there might be time for that later.

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[shieldofiron]

On Call

Harringrove Week March 27: How Many Candles on the Birthday Cake: 30 years old

Doctor AU, all Fluff baby, Also on AO3 Here.

Steve tried his best not to use the on call room. When he had started, and Dr. Hopper had pointed it out, Steve had proudly told himself that he wouldn’t need it. After all, he got his rest on his time off, he exercised, he took his vitamins. Sure, a long shift was hard, but he was tougher than all that. Surely when he had an on call shift, he could do laps around the hospital or read a book or study his cases.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. After ten hours on the floor and the prospect of another eight with his phone clutched between his hands, waiting to be called back, he longed for the blandness of this small, windowless room. He wasn’t likely to sleep properly, but having his eyes closed briefly while his feet were allowed to rest sent a shiver of actual longing through him. Everything ached. He swore he could feel every strand of hair crying out in exhaustion.

As he let himself into the room, running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp with a groan of pleasure.

It was a square, with two sets of bunk beds hugging the walls and a small desk. The only light came from the dimmed desk lamp, and he realized with a start that someone was already occupying the room. A very large someone, who was using their white coat as a blanket, had set their shoes tidily under the lower bunk. The person turned, probably hearing his ill-timed moan, and Steve made another involuntary sound as blue eyes met his.

“Dr. Hargrove,” Steve whispered quietly, ducking his chin and reaching for his phone in his pocket, just for something to do.

Dr. Hargrove blinked, “Harrington.”

They had never been on good terms. Somehow, a rocky first impression had led to a constant barrage of attention from Dr. Hargrove. He clearly thought Steve was the worst nurse on the floor, constantly double checking the patients they shared and finding little reasons to look over Steve’s work. And it was all just petty macho bullshit in Steve’s opinion. He had worked damn hard to make it here, he wasn’t going to let some asshole with one more degree than his try to take him down.

Steve could keep it professional. He just wished Dr. Hargrove, with his movie star good looks and snarky comments, could do the same. He still flushed with embarrassment remembering when Dr. Hargrove had personally brought Steve a slice of his own birthday cake only a few days earlier, saying Steve could use ‘something sweet.’ The piece had been from the middle, with a big red ‘30′ on it, almost as red as Steve’s cheeks had been.

He wished he would stop looking at Steve. This new look, when Dr. Hargrove was sleepy and rumpled, was even worse than when he was cross, or upset. It was... disarming.

They looked at each other, both seeming to expect that the other would speak first. But it seemed almost sacrilege in this quiet space. 

Steve nodded, trying to put a close on that strange, expectant feeling. Instead of continuing to look at Dr. Hargrove while he was obviously trying to rest, he went to the little desk to plug in his phone, cursing quietly when the worn cord refused to charge it, even after he tried wrapping it around several times. Shit.

He had meant to buy a new one. He fully intended to. But a full nurse's schedule didn’t always leave a lot of time for small errands. Besides this one worked, kind of.

Dr. Hargrove cleared his throat behind Steve. He turned as if a maniac in a mask were creeping up behind him.

Hargrove held out a little black box, shaking it at Steve until he stepped over and took it and turned it over in his hand. Hargrove cleared his throat again, raising one perfectly groomed eyebrow at him, like that was helpful.

Steve furrowed his brow at the featureless box, “You ok, Dr. Hargrove?”

“It’s a portable charger,” His throat sounded dry, and husky, “You can detach the cable here.” He reached out and pulled at a corner of the black box, tugging a charging cable free from its hidden spot. Their fingers brushed, just a little, and Steve could smell the antiseptic soap and cheap cigarettes that Dr. Hargrove snuck in the tiny smoking area on the ground floor.

“Fancy,” Steve flushed, “I couldn’t see in the dark. Uhm, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” He had never heard Dr Hargrove speak like this. He had heard him bark, shout, growl, and grumble. But whispering seemed to take his voice into another, secret register. Like a light touch along the skin, it could raise goosebumps.

Steve turned his back on him, his head swimming. It was probably just that he was tired. Your mind could turn fanciful and strange when you were tired.

He plugged his phone into the little box and it chimed, the display showing a photo of him and his nursing school friend Robin on graduation day, grinning into the sun. It also illuminated the cracks in his phone screen. Steve sighed, kicked off his worn sneakers at the foot of the bed,  and heaved himself onto the top bunk above Dr. Hargrove. Just in case, it felt better if Steve was in a place where he couldn’t see Steve, or judge him.

Steve tucked his backpack into the bottom corner of the bed and his phone in the front pocket, then reached inside for the blanket he had brought just for this purpose. The hospital AC was always working overtime, and even though Steve didn’t want to be weak and use the on call rooms, at least he wasn’t going to get frostbite if he did. Poor Dr. Hargrove hadn’t looked particularly warm either.

Steve bit his lip, hearing him turn over on the bunk below Steve’s. The only sounds in the room were the AC and his slow and steady breathing. If Steve got called in, he ought to offer him the blanket. It wasn’t a bad one, a travel blanket he’d picked up on a weekend trip to Indiana. Dr. Hargrove might not have wanted to use it because it was Steve’s, but if he threw it in the trash Steve wouldn’t lose any sleep. Besides, it was soft, worn in fleece, the perfect balance of thin and warm, and it would be better than Dr. Hargrove’s drafty white coat.

He shifted underneath the blanket and self-consciously lay down, all while trying in vain not to make any noise. Maybe he should have taken the other lower bunk. It seemed like every tiny motion caused an eruption of creaks and groans from the metal frame. Steve tried to cozy into the pillow in tiny infinitesimal movements, but it only worked a little. When he finally relaxed all his muscles, he stifled a groan. Perhaps he could sleep, with the light so dim and the hospital just barely at the edge of his mind.

He woke up with a start an unknown amount of time later. An alarm was blaring, the ever present sound of the pager app that the hospital used, the one sound that could raise Steve even from the dead. Suddenly alert, he groped at his feet for the phone in a haze.

Dr. Hargrove groaned, the whole bed shaking as he moved swiftly.

Steve flopped back to the mattress and swiped at his phone with bleary eyes, trying to see the alert, but the app was only showing hours old messages. It didn’t register that the alert wouldn’t belong to him, until a weight settled over Steve gently, and the door was yanked open. A smell unlike the hospital’s or his detergent settled around his. Something woodsy and crisp, with a faint trace of cigarette smoke. He was slightly warmer in his little cocoon. Oh.

Dr. Hargrove had given Steve his coat. There was something very tidy in that, an ellipses to close his thought of sharing his blanket. But the feeling that curled in his chest was not settled or tidy. Steve’s brain stalled a little on warm feelings and confusion, but he buried it, curling to his side under Dr. Hargrove’s coat.

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[edith-moonshadow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Father, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Power Dynamics, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Jealousy, Oral Sex, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Manhandling, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Biting, Marking, Manipulation, Self-Lubrication, Anal Fingering, Begging, Anal Sex, Barebacking, References to Knotting, Hair-pulling, POV Billy Hargrove

Summary:

Billy has made a successful business by acquiring other businesses. In Hawkins, the Harringtons own most of the town but John Harrington is a stubborn man. However, Billy has found the weak link, their son Steve.

Written for the March 2023 Billy's Birthday Bonanza Harringrove Week

For the prompt That's Not Frosting: Praise/Degradation

This story deals with degradation kink so please heed the tags and if that's not your thing this story might not be your cup of tea.

Mr Smith was the epitome of a fat cat. At least he had been a few years ago when his business was going well. Now his hair was greying, his suit wasn't quite impeccable and he had a slight nervousness in his eyes. He was a man who had once demanded respect and even now in his desperate state, he understood a show of power. Billy knew he could fix the business but he wanted full control. Smith would only get in the way. He slid the contract across the desk. He knew it was a good offer but desperate men held on for every crumb. It wasn't even about the money. It was about saving face.

"I dunno Mr Hargrove, there is another interested party."

"What are they offering?"

"A very competitive offer."

Billy smiled. He'd done his due diligence and knew that Smith had demanded too much and burned every bridge in the process. He slid his hand under the desk and pressed the little white button he'd installed. He shifted in his seat as anticipation built under his skin. The door behind him opened and he heard footsteps walk up behind him. He watched Smith’s reaction. His eyes widened slightly before they travelled over the person standing there. Billy didn't turn around; he knew what Smith was seeing. Steve Harrington looked like he'd stepped off the runway in a perfectly cut suit with his hair styled to perfection.

Smith turned fully towards Steve with a question perched on his lips. Billy, despite himself, felt a tinge of jealousy at the covetous look in his eyes as his face started to turn red. Smith's nostrils flared causing the red of his face to deepen to a blotchy purple as he started to pant. Billy's fingers twitched with the need to stroke through Steve's hair. To tug until it was a little messy just the way he liked it.

He pushed his chair back and the footsteps advanced. Steve appeared at his side. He looked down at Billy and the cool façade he had melted away at the heat in his eyes. He gracefully dropped to his knees and crawled under the desk. Billy spread his legs and Smith seemed to stop breathing. The sound of Billy's trousers being opened was the loudest in the room until Steve leaned forward and sucked his hardening cock into his warm wet mouth. Billy got lost in the sensation until Smith's incredulous voice broke through.

"Is that?"

Billy stroked his fingers through Steve's hair as he nodded. He leaned forward and groaned slightly as his cock slid into Steve's throat. He pushed the contract closer to Smith.

"Think very carefully Mr Smith, this is a very competitive offer and imagine how happy your wife will be when you tell her that she'll get to keep that wonderful designer handbag collection that she's spent years curating."

He pushed his hips forward feeling Steve's throat flutter around him. Steve breathed heavily through his nose as he attempted to adjust. Smith's eyes darted down to the desk where he knew Steve was. Billy knew he couldn't see him properly but there was no mistaking the sounds that he was making. He adjusted himself in his seat before with a slightly shaky hand picking up the pen and signing all three copies of the contract. Billy's cock throbbed in Steve's mouth. There was a special kind of thrill in closing a deal especially when the other person was desperate and Smith was desperate. Nothing would ever compare to the day that he acquired the Harrington empire but every victory gave him a secret rush. He smiled at him.

"Take a copy for your lawyers and I'll see you next week to finalise everything. I'm sure you can see yourself out."

He nodded and swiftly walked from the room. Billy leaned back in his chair and let himself savour the moment. Steve's mouth felt so good around his cock but Billy knew something that felt even better and Steve deserved a treat for all his help on this deal.

Steve Harrington had been bred for business. The Harringtons had owned most of Hawkins at their height and even when Billy came along they still had a pretty impressive portfolio. However, a few scandals and bad business decisions by John Harrington cost the family dearly. His marriage to his wife was at breaking point and his only son was more likely to be found in a club than he was in a boardroom. Billy knew they would be a great acquisition but Harrington was stubborn yet he didn't know how determined Billy was. The best plan of action was always to investigate the matter fully and find the weak point. It didn't take long.

Steve may have been bred for business but he had no interest in it however his grandfather had given him a forty per cent stake in the company. Steve happily lived off this as it paid for his partying and hanger-on friends. Billy knew there had to be something more so he dug a little deeper and discovered a goldmine.

A very hush-hush prescription for suppressants. The Harringtons were very old school in business. They put forward a very strong image and they only dealt with Alphas. John Harrington had very outdated and vocal views about Omegas, especially in business. Billy knew he had to meet Steve.

He frequented a club he knew Steve was sure to be found every Thursday night until the early hours. Billy knew him the second he laid eyes on him. He had his father's profile and his mom's eyes. He walked around the club as though he owned it. Flashing his gold card left and right to make sure his group had a booth in the crowded club and that the drinks kept flowing.

A girl with bleached blonde hair and a top so tight Billy could see her ribs from across the room clung to him all night. Billy couldn't take his eyes off him. The truth of what he was seeing couldn't be clearer. A rejected Omega was always a sorry sight. They had a sadness about them that couldn't be numbed especially with shallow friends and alcohol. Suppressants purchased on the black market even the good ones slowly poisoned them until they couldn't feel anything.

A small spark of jealousy ignited in his mind as he watched Steve feign interest in the girl by his side. He was going through all the motions to let her know that he wanted her but Billy could see it was hollow. He knew what he needed. He left the club that night filled with a different determination but he knew with a little work he could get everything he wanted.

He had his secretary contact Steve a few days later with an offer he knew he couldn't refuse. A chance to make the Harrington empire something worthy of awe once more. He listened in on the call, a smirk spreading as he heard the badly disguised curiosity in his voice.

A week later he was making Steve wait outside his office. He couldn't help watching him through the monitor in his office that showed him the waiting area. It wasn't the best quality but even in slightly grainy grey, Steve was a sight to behold. He'd probably gone out and got himself a well-fitted suit and styled his hair into a respectable business-like sweep. Billy's fingers itched to make him a little rumpled. He made him wait over an hour just to watch his pout get bigger.

When Steve was led in by his secretary his face was stony. Billy smiled sweetly at him.

"Sorry Mr Harrington, my morning was busier than expected."

That delectable pout reappeared.

"We could have rescheduled."

"I thought it was best to strike while the iron was hot and I'm sure a man of your calibre is extremely busy, especially at this time of year."

A little confusion entered Steve's eyes but he nodded.

"Yeah well, it is a very busy time for the company."

Billy's smile widened.

"I'm sure it is especially with how your dad is running it into the ground."

Anger flashed across Steve's face but his lips formed a thin line. Billy knew from his research that there wasn't anyone serious in Steve's life. He more than likely didn't let anyone get too close. He hadn't given himself the chance to transfer his Alpha from a parental figure to a romantic one. It didn't help that he had been rejected but an Omega would always defend their Alpha to the death. So much wasted potential but Billy knew how to fix everything.

Steve sighed.

"I thought you had a proposition to make."

Billy leaned back in his chair stretching out his arms to take up as much space as possible. He studied Steve closely watching as his confident exterior developed a small crack. He knew Steve wanted a chance to prove himself, especially to his dad.

"What do you know about the state of the business?"

Steve shrugged.

"There's been an economic downturn and everyone's business has struggled so there's had to be a few adjustments but things are back on track."

"Is that what he told you?"

Steve grit his teeth and Billy leaned in a little closer.

"Daddy cutting you out Princess? Maybe he just thinks you don't have what it takes for business."

Steve's eyes grew cold but he shifted slightly in his seat.

"Mr Hargrove you haven't been in Hawkins that long."

"Long enough Sweetheart."

"You know nothing about my family and it would be best for you if you left our business out of whatever plans you have here."

"Don't you mean your dad's business?"

Steve stood.

"This meeting was just a ploy to try and intimidate me. It won't work."

Billy smiled at him. He then gestured to the papers in front of him.

"I have something important to show you."

Steve hesitated. He then stuck out his hand. Billy shook his head.

"These documents are incredibly sensitive. I can't run the risk you'll just leave with them."

Steve narrowed his eyes at him but Billy stared back impassively. Steve sighed and walked over beside him. Billy stood and moved back slightly. Steve peered at the papers from beside his desk until he wrapped his hands around Steve's hips and lifted him. He set him down in front of him and then crowded him against the desk. Steve shivered slightly before his body stiffened.

"What are you doing?"

Billy pressed his lips against his throat. He kissed his way to his bonding gland, scraping his teeth against it. Steve cried out.

"I know your little secret Princess."

Steve fell forward, placing his hands on the desk. Billy followed him. He placed a few more soft kisses before he introduced his teeth. Steve pressed back against him.

"How?"

"Did you think you were hiding it well? Look at you, a beautiful doe-eyed Omega practically begging every Alpha who looks your way for a knot and even if you could act aloof that sweet scent of yours practically permeates every room."

He pressed his nose up against Steve's skin and inhaled deeply. He could smell a faint sweet smell but knew the suppressants Steve took dulled it to the point of almost not being there. Steve's cologne was stronger and Billy hated it. The first thing to go would be the suppressants. He wouldn't need them anymore.

He slid his hands around Steve's waist letting his fingers skim his soft stomach. He tightened them to pull him back so Steve could feel how hard he was.

"You've been driving me crazy since you walked through the door…probably every other Alpha in the building too…"

Steve took a deep shuddering breath and then pushed back. Billy groaned.

"That's what you need isn't it Baby…a good hard knot…"

"Please…"

Billy quickly undid Steve's trousers pulling them and his underwear down to his ankles. He slowly moved back up his body letting his breath tickle his skin. When he stood fully back up he placed a hand on either cheek and spread Steve open.

"Fuck Princess that's a beautiful little hole…it's gonna look even better spread around my cock…"

"Mr Hargrove…"

Billy leaned forward to breathe into his ear.

"Call me Billy Sweetheart…or daddy if it helps."

Steve whined low in his throat as he spread his legs as far as he could with his trousers around his ankles. Billy spread him wide again to watch a trickle of slick flow from his rosy hole. He pushed two fingers inside delighted when Steve's body fluttered around them and he whimpered.

"You feel so good, Princess."

Steve pushed back against his fingers.

"B-Billy…please…"

He pushed in another finger and crooked them until he felt what he was looking for. Steve shook like he'd received an electric shock and Billy kept it up until he became impossibly tight and his legs shook like a newborn deer. He slowly removed his fingers wiping the excess slick on the bottom of Steve's back before he quickly opened his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. He pressed it up against Steve.

"Show me how much you want it."

Steve took a painful-sounding deep breath and then pushed back until the head of Billy's cock slipped into his wet hole. He then braced himself and slowly moved backwards as his body pulled Billy inside. He wrapped his hands around his hips stopping him from moving any further. He felt so good and he wanted nothing more than to knot him but he knew he still had appointments today even if he was tempted to cancel. He started a brutal rhythm relishing the sweet sounds he could hear from Steve every time he hit his prostate. He was so tight and warm and Billy didn't think he was going to last long.

A brisk knock at his door then it opened to reveal Margaret his secretary. Everyone froze for a moment. Margaret took a second to compose herself.

"Mr Hargrove, you wanted me to tell you when Mr Jackson had arrived."

Steve whimpered and became unbearably tight around his cock. He thrust forward involuntarily causing him to moan.

"This won't take long, tell him I'll be with him shortly."

The door closed and Billy leaned forward pushing his cock right up against Steve's prostate.

"Is it Margaret or the idea of one of daddy's associates seeing you all spread out and desperate on my cock that gets you going, Princess?"

"Please…please…"

"I wasn't going to knot you because I didn't have time today but maybe that's what you need to sit whimpering on my cock while I take away another important client from your family businesses."

Steve cried out as he became impossibly tight and then he flopped down onto the desk. Billy could feel his knot forming but he squeezed it in his hand keeping it from pressing into Steve even as it took every last ounce of willpower. He pumped Steve full then slowly pulled his cock free. He placed his hands on his hips and turned Steve over then leaned forward and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Steve whimpered into his mouth and wrapped his arms around him. Billy kissed his way over to his neck leaving deep red marks with his teeth.

"I need to get ready for this meeting so I want you to go into my private office behind the bookcase and wait for me because once I'm finished here I'm coming back to knot you until my name is the only thing you remember…"

"Yes, daddy."

Billy sunk his teeth in a little harder.

Billy had gone into business because he was good at it. He enjoyed acquiring other businesses that he could make a profit on and he enjoyed the finer things in life. His early life had been fraught with pain and abandonment but now he was self-made and didn't need anyone or anything. Or so he'd thought but that had been before Steve. He made everything in Billy's life feel complete and due to his background, he knew more about the business dealings of every company in Hawkins. Which Billy used to his full advantage. Steve Harrington was bred for business and Billy was giving him the life he deserved. The thing he wanted most in the world.

Once he conquered Hawkins he was going to take Steve back to California. It wouldn't take much more to fully own everything worthwhile in the town. Billy already had the most precious thing the town had to offer. He pushed his fingers into Steve's hair and gave a sharp tug. Steve gasped as his head was pulled back. Billy admired the marks he could see peeking out from under Steve's collar.

"Good boy."

Steve looked up at him with pleading eyes. Billy smiled.

"Good boys deserve a treat. C'mere Princess."

Steve crawled out from under the desk and Billy made quick work of his suit. He unwrapped him like the Christmas present he'd been patiently waiting for all year. He ran his fingers over the purple marks from his teeth that littered Steve's pale skin. He trembled under his touch. Billy moved his seat back and Steve moved forward. He quickly straddled Billy and wrapped his hand around his cock. Billy tutted.

"What do you say?"

Steve whined.

"If you're going to be bad…"

"No, I'm sorry."

Billy ran his fingers down Steve's back and under his body until he reached his wet hole. He pushed two inside causing Steve to shake and press his head into Billy's neck.

"I dunno Sweetheart, feels like you're getting a little spoiled."

"Please…"

Billy pushed his fingers in deeper but purposely kept them away from where Steve wanted them.

"I had plans for tonight and I was going to tell you all about my next acquisition…"

"Who?"

Billy pressed up against Steve's prostate fleetingly, feeling his body flutter.

"Do you think you deserve to know?"

Steve nodded. Billy slid his other hand back into his hair pulling his head back so he could lavish his throat with attention.

"Richard Lombard."

Steve shivered against him. Lombard had been instrumental at several factories for the Harringtons. He was almost a family friend.

"Imagine if he walked through that door right now…seeing you naked and stretched around my fingers like the little attention-seeking slut you are…"

"Billy…please…"

"C'mon Sweetheart you know what I want to hear."

He pulled his fingers slowly from Steve and wrapped them around his cock. He swirled the head around Steve's fluttering hole. Steve pressed back and whimpered. Billy waited.

"Please…Daddy."

Steve deserved a treat for his performance today. He pushed his hard cock inside his fluttering body and pressed lingering kisses on his throat as Steve cried out.

“That’s my good girl.”

#harringrove #harringroveweek #my writing #minors dni #omegaverse #alpha billy hargrove #omega steve harrington #billy's birthday bonanza #prompt praise/degradation #you can be my daddy white and gold #please heed the tags

[stillbeatingheart]

One More Time

Neil's dead, Billy's thirty. Now he can ask for the one thing he truly wants for his birthday.

Read on Ao3

Thanks @harringroveweek for the fun event and the cool prompts lists!

#harringrove week march 2023 #billy's birthday bonanza #harringrove week #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #steve x billy #fanfic

[spaceofentropy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Meet-Cute, Gun Violence, Billy's Birthday Bonanza, merc Billy Hargrove, mention of Neil Hargrove, No beta we die like Barb Summary:

Billy Hargrove is a merc. A friend of a contact of his needs a merc. It doesn't go how Billy expected.

I didn't think I'd write more for @harringroveweek but yesterday night this happened, so here it is. Containing the following prompts from day 3 of Billy's birhday bonanza:

Action Adventure & Cyberpunk

The Projection Room at The Hawk

A Real Big Knife

18 years old.

And I know that basically, 3 out of 4 need you to squint at the fic to see them, but they're there and it's the thought that counts! U_U

#billy's birthday bonanza #harringroveweek #my fic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[avalonlights]

I may be a day days late and a dollar short but no way I wasn't gonna get around to a birthday pic for Billy! A late fill for @harringroveweek Billy’s Birthday Bonanza Day 7 (candy cigarettes + color palette.) 💖

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #max mayfield #stranger things #harringroveweek #harringrove fanart #avalonlights art #steve and max made the cake #of course

[ihni]

My 2023 in fics

Tagged by @billyharringson, thank you, this was a lot of fun!

January: Hot and Cold (or How To Serve Revenge) - a fic I wrote in January (but posted in February, schhhh). Got challenged by @callieb to write hurt/no comfort, and I have it on good authority that I succeeded ... (it has spawned no less than two fix-its and one more continuation by other people so far, which I am awfully pleased about actually)

February: Again and again and again and again, a time loop fic that I love, and would like to read like 80K about. ... yes, read. I don't have time to write more on it now. But I had so much fun writing this, and it is one of my favorite kinds of fics; a short one with potential.

March: March was busy. There was Billy's Birthday Bonanza, and also I wrote for the Billy Hargrove Bingo. I posted a lot of fics then, most of them short. So I'm gonna link two, because I can (and no one told me any rules for this tagging game); Boys, Beards and Best Friends, because it was so much fun writing Billy and Heather being BFFs and also the boys being set up, and then Over the edge, which is one of my favorites, because it was so goddamn fun to write! (Murder mystery prank going wrong, muahahaaa! Don't worry though, no one dies for real.)

April: A piece of meaning on your skin, a little fic I wrote for the Harringrove Flip Reverse It event, about the boys choosing tattoos for each other as a part of a bet. I still think it's cute.

May: I like Flo, okay, and like to incorporate her into fics. In Patience, I wrote about her first impressions of Billy, for the Billy Hargrove Bingo.

June-July: Posted in June, finished posting in July (but written on and off over the course of several years previous ...), Taking Notes is my longest fanfic yet at about 93K. And, listen, I love it. It's a body swap fic, where the boys swap bodies. And then again. And again. Etc. I am so proud of this one, actually.

August: Posted Pal, which is 17K of Billy befriending a stray demodog. I 100% believe Billy would like animals better than most humans, and this fic is basically him being a bit dumb but also a good friend to Pal, the demodog. And then them going into protective mode for each other. I am soft for this one, still.

September: I'm picking a short one that I first posted on tumblr and then onto AO3; Seagulls. It's ... well, it's sad in a way, in that it takes place when Billy's dying at the mall, but it's also comforting in a way, because he gets to leave all that bullshit behind and is greeted by his mom again.

October: Picking Just another night at Motel 6 on Cornwallis, because Billy deserves to get to tell Karen no, and Karen deserves to be shamed for what she did (yes, in this fic she showed up). It was immensely satisfying to write.

November: I didn't get much posted in November (because NaNo), but I did get chapter 3 of Finding Billy posted (it's a finished fic now, though, don't worry). It's a whumpy fic I had to write after a couple of chats with friends, about Billy being held with the Lab people after the whole Starcourt thing, and then Steve and Max and Hop finding out and getting him out of there. Poor boy's been through a lot in this one - but things are getting better, promise!

December: Started posting Home is where the knitted mittens are, which is my latest fic. No ships, no romance. Just Billy finding out he's a werewolf and having to deal with that in Hawkins, Indiana, without much of a safety net. Listen, I'm weak for werewolf Billy, okay? And I made up some werewolf lore in this one which is a mix of all the things I like. (It was literally a reason for me to get to write something "nesting"-adjacent, without having to go into A/B/O-territory.) Definitely written mostly for myself, and I love it dearly. (Featuring werewolf!Scott Clarke too, because why not right??)

Huh, I never thought I'd had enough to fill a whole year's worth, but look at that! I'm proud of myself for this :)

Tagging @callieb (yes, individual chapters work!), @weird-an and @mikajupiterjonesingtimcurryfeet if you guys wanna do it as well :) (And YOU, reading this, if you wanna do it! Consider yourself tagged if you're reading this and think it looks fun - because it IS)

#tagging games #ihni writes #fic recs

[hargrove-mayfields]

It’s Billy’s Birthday Bonanza Week, and todays the big day!! Happy Birthday William Rueben Hargrove! @harringroveweek

prompt: It’s my Party by Lesley Gore / Candy Cigarettes

moodboard inspo: On his 19th birthday, Billy is stuck in the hospital still recovering. Recently he’s also been trying to get over his addiction to cigarettes, since he woke up from his coma with severe withdrawal symptoms. The solution being, Steve gifting him dozens of boxes of candy cigarettes to chew through when the need for a real cigarette hits, as well as a homemade, if not a little wonky, cake. That, and he offers him a place to stay once he’s released. So Billy spends his birthday crying because he feels sick and dizzy from the lack of nicotine in his body, but once Steve shows up, the tears aren’t sad or frustrated anymore. They’re happy. Either way, Steve volunteers to kiss the tears away, making this a happy birthday afterall.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #tw addiction #tw withdrawal #my moodboards #ej writer #the difference of quality between images 😔 #why does colorizing photos make them so grainy 😩 #oh well I’m still happy with it and especially with the billy edit #hey I had a lot of fun participating in this week even though it was a lot of hard work #and happy birthday billy bee!!!!

[kittyphoenix12-xx]

Billy's Birthday Bonanza: Day 1

Molly Ringwald’s Wish: Mom Returns Lesley Gore Passing the Crown: Unrequited Love

for @harringroveweek day 1

Billy survives Starcourt and emerges with fresh scars and a pain that won't leave. Around him, people pretend that nothing's changed, that he hadn't been possessed, hadn't almost died, hasn't re-evaluated everything he'd ever done.

Max pretends his apology hadn't happened, Harrington won't give him the time of day, and his dad doesn't appreciate having a useless cripple for a son.

But then there's a knock on the door.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[theladycarpathia]

This time we're gonna see this through

Prompt: Steve Harrington’s closet during a spring break party

“I feel like this is a conspiracy,” Steve says. Billy slides down the length of the door and rolls his eyes.

“You think?” he says flatly. Steve tries the handle anyway, just to be sure. It just rattles, a sound that no one will hear over the thumping music.

“It’s locked, genius,” Billy says, with his eyes closed. Like it hurts to look at Steve. Maybe it does.

Which is fucked up, because Steve’s not the one who left.

“Those assholes,” Steve hisses, yanking at the handle. It’s his fucking party, and he’s been locked in here like a child with the one person he’d hoped not to see ever again.

“Those assholes are our friends,” Billy points out, and Steve snorts. Robin is going to pay for this. She owes him big time. And yeah, maybe she had good intentions. It’s been nearly a year and Steve has been less than himself for most of it. It’s been fine. It was a break up. He needed time to get over it and he’d thrown a huge spring break party to prove that he was not still fucking moping.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Steve says, slapping his palm against the door. If he was a betting man, he’d probably guess that someone has also wedged a chair under the handle. They’re going nowhere.

So he chooses to stalk to the opposite wall and sit down. It means he has to look at Billy but anything is going to be better than feeling the heat of Billy’s skin and remembering when they used to lie together in Steve’s bed.

“How did you even end up here anyway?” Steve asks, because he thinks he’d remember asking Billy along to the party. Billy shrugs and tips his head back against the door. 

“Heather,” he says briefly. Steve sighs. Right. He should have known that his best friend and Billy’s best friend probably kept in touch after. At least that was one relationship that hadn’t shattered.

“You knew it was my house,” Steve says, because this is the thought that has bothered him since he spotted Billy’s Camaro. He and Billy have very carefully kept to their own circles since that day in July. “Why did you even agree to come?” 

“Heather wanted to,” Billy mumbles and he won’t meet Steve’s eyes. He’s fiddling with that scrap of leather around his wrist. It hadn’t looked so pathetic when he and Steve had been dating and the sad realization of how much time has passed hits Steve like a punch to the chest.

Steve wraps his arms around himself. He wishes he could hate Billy, after everything. 

“Plus you did always throw good parties,” Billy says, with a flicker of something that looks like the old Billy. The one who arrived midway Junior year and immediately got into Steve’s face. Who wanted to be seen and wanted and…

Steve isn’t even sure who Billy is anymore.

“Damn straight,” Steve retorts. He just has to deal until Robin or someone comes to let them out. If Nancy finds out, she might take pity on Steve. And she only knows the bare bones of it: the break up, what happened after, and the horrible, awful truth of it. 

“Heard from Hagan that you kind of fell out of the party scene,” Billy says carefully and Steve recognizes it for what it is. It’s the same kind of tone that Steve uses when he wants information out of Max. At least, back when he used to ask. 

“Yeah, well…” Steve says vaguely, because what is he meant to say? 

“Just lost interest in it,” he says finally, after the silence hangs around like the dust motes in the air. “Do you still work at Benny’s?” He knows full well that Billy does, and that chafes because Benny’s burgers are still the best food in town. He hasn’t dared set foot there, now that he no longer knows Billy’s schedule.

“Yeah,” Billy says, and stretches out his long legs across the floor. Steve discreetly shifts his left leg, trying to avoid Billy’s knee pressing into his own. “He offered to keep me on full time but I’m not here for long when I get that diploma.”

Steve’s heart sinks. Of course not. He never really expected Billy to stay in Hawkins but hearing it for certain is like a knife. What is it now? March, so there’s barely any time at all before Billy’s gone for good. 

“Will you go back to California?” Steve asks, because he has to keep talking. He feels like he’s going to be sick, that this cupboard and the boy in it is smothering him. No amount of convincing himself that it’s a good thing will do. Because yes, it will be easier to breathe once Billy has gone, when he no longer has to keep checking over his shoulder. 

But it means that they’re done and the small hope Steve has kept alive for the last year - that maybe, maybe they’ll get back together - has finally been snuffed out.

“Yeah,” Billy says quietly. He still won’t look at Steve, hands folded in his lap. It’s fine. Steve got pretty used to the idea that he was someone to be ashamed of, when Billy told him to his face last year.

“Good,” Steve says, and everything tastes bitter as he says it. “Good. I know you missed it.”

“You always knew I’d be leaving,” Billy says, and there’s a faint razor line in his voice. And oh, fuck him for getting angry. He has no fucking right to be angry about this. He dumped Steve and now he’s leaving.

“Yes, I did,” Steve spits. “It’s fine. Glad I’m not getting in your way. Jesus Christ, when are they going to let us out of here?” Because the music is still pounding and it feels very much like they’ve been forgotten. And he can’t even leave when they get out of here because it’s his fucking house.

“You weren’t in my way!” Billy retorts, voice rising and Steve finally snaps his head back to stare Billy right in the eyes for the first time since the door locked behind them. And he must be pretty fucking screwed up to miss this: the flush in Billy’s face as they fight, how gorgeous Billy looks with that wild look in his eyes. But back then their fights were always made up. Not this time. “You were never in my way! Jesus, Steve, I loved you. Okay? I fucking loved you and I always wanted to take you with me.”

Steve stares at him wordlessly, feeling as though all his strings had been cut. He’s not sure what’s worse - that Billy apparently changed his mind or that Billy used the past tense.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “Great. Good for you. Thanks for telling me.” Billy’s lip curls in a sneer.

“Is that it?” he hisses. There’s a faint glimmer of hurt on his face that Steve doesn’t quite understand.  “Jesus fucking…Fuck you, Steve Harrington!” 

“You wish,” Steve bites out. Billy’s mouth twists and he slams at the door with a fist. Steve winces at the rattle. He wants out but not badly enough to explain to his parents why the door is broken.

“Guess I won’t ever see you again when we get out of here,” Billy mutters to his shoes. Steve feels bile crawl up his throat. So. That’s it then.

“No,” Steve says, trying to make it sound like he doesn’t give a shit. “No, I guess not.”

The door suddenly clicks and is yanked open, throwing Billy and Steve into sudden bright light. Steve blinks before he sees Robin and Heather’s curious faces in the doorway.

“So?” Robin asks expectantly, and Steve only feels crushing disappointment at the excitement on her face. Billy just stands up and pushes past them, without looking back once at Steve. Robin twists her head between Steve, still on the cupboard floor, and the rapidly vanishing Billy into the crowd.

“Billy!” Heather calls after him, her voice lost to the pounding music. “Wait! What happened?” She turns back to Steve, her and Robin wearing matching faces of confusion. “Didn’t he ask you?”

“Ask me what?” Steve asks, pulling himself up. His legs feel as though they’ve gone to sleep and he wonders how long they’ve been sitting in here.

“He didn’t ask you?” Robin demands furiously. “He was supposed to ask you!”

“Ask me what?!” Steve repeats, feeling a little like when he was in a ball pit as a kid. No matter how hard he tried, he always felt like the edge of the pit was too far away. It feels like that now, fighting constantly against a swirling mass, what he wants just a little bit out of his grasp.

Heather exhales, her face quietly disappointed. “Steve, what did you do?” she asks, quietly.

“Nothing!” Steve says defensively, instinctively. He used to fight with Billy a lot, about nothing, about stupid shit. Because it was part of who they were, because they enjoyed it. Because it ended in great sex. This was different. This is a fight where if Billy leaves now, he’s never coming back.

Steve looks up at two grave faces and feels like everyone else knows something he doesn’t. 

“What was he supposed to ask me?” he says and Robin just shakes her head.

“Go ask him yourself,” she says shortly and disappears into the churning crowd. Steve watches her go, feeling frustrated.

“I don’t understand,” he says to Heather. He lost her too, when he and Billy broke up. People shouldn’t have to choose sides but somehow they always do.

“What’s new?” she mutters, dragging her fingers through her tousled dark hair. There’s glitter smeared across her collarbones, sparkling in the flashing lights above the lace edge of her corset. 

“Heather!” Steve demands. He’s fucked up and he doesn’t even know how. “I don’t know what I did wrong! We were talking and then he said he was going to ask me to go with him…” Heather’s jaw drops.

“So he did ask?” she says, before her eyes turn cold and hard. “Fucking hell, Steve! Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to come here? He was sure that you hated him!”

But Steve doesn’t hear her.

Billy was supposed to ask Steve to go with him when he left for California? But he’d said it in the past tense…and so Steve had thought that Billy no longer wanted him to go. No longer wanted him. But that hadn’t been the case at all. Billy had come here and Robin had perhaps known that there was no way Steve would stop and listen unless he had to.

And it hadn’t worked anyway. Steve had heard Billy but he hadn’t listened. And now Billy was leaving, entirely certain that Steve didn’t love him.

Steve takes off at a run, pushing past the startled Heather. Billy’s had a good few minutes head start and he has to hope that the Camaro is blocked in. He skids down the corridor, shoves a few people on the stairs as he passes and accidentally treads on Patrick’s foot on his way out of the front door. 

The front of the house is mainly empty, a few people hanging out on the porch under the twinkling lights. The driveway is packed, cars crammed in as close as they can get. The people who arrived first have no chance of leaving until the dozens of cars behind them have moved. 

Steve leaps off the porch steps and weaves through the cars, looking for that familiar blue. He’s always loved that car. They’d had sex in that car. Kissed for the first time in that car. Lay out on the hood and watched the stars.

The Camaro is blocked in, by some piece of junk and a Toyota. Billy stands by the driver door, fiddling with a cigarette. Steve shouts his name and watches the shock on Billy’s face as he turns around.

“So you are stuck in,” Steve pants, because Family Video isn’t a hugely physical job. Jesus, maybe he should take up basketball again. 

“Yeah,” Billy says shortly. He’s still twirling the cigarette between his fingers, like he can’t decide whether or not to light it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon. Hell, I can walk if needed.”

“Don’t,” Steve begs and takes a hesitant step forward. Christ, only he would have the man he loves come back to him and supremely fuck it up. “Please. Heather and Robin made me think that maybe I misunderstood you.” Billy’s jaw tightens.

“Maybe you did,” he says, leaning against the car. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what’s been misunderstood here?”

Steve licks his lips, looking for saliva and courage “I thought you were telling me you changed your mind. About me going with you.”

“Maybe I have,” Billy mutters churlishly, but there’s a delicate flush climbing his neck. Steve shakes his head. He’s pretty certain that’s untrue. It means that, despite Billy’s cold dismissal of him last year, Billy has always loved him.

“No, you haven’t,” Steve counters. “Do you? Want me to go with you?” Billy exhales slowly, and when he looks up, he’s the boy that Steve knew. Not the cruel one from last year, nor the one from the cupboard. 

“Yes,” he admits. “Steve, I always wanted you to go with me. Robin wants to come too, but they knew that you probably wouldn’t if it was with me. I thought for sure after last year you hated me…”

“No,” Steve bursts out. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t understand why, but I didn’t.” Billy gives a sharp bark of laughter. 

“You should have,” he says bitterly. “I deserved it. That was the worst way I could have…”

“Why did you?” Steve asks, edging closer. He resists the urge to shove his hands in his pockets, because there’s a bite to the air that he hadn’t noticed before. He wonders how Billy is standing there without shivering, before he remembers the constant warmth of Billy’s skin.

“Had to,” Billy says distantly. “I still had a full year of school left, even though you were about to graduate. Another year to live at home…” he cuts himself off but not before Steve catches his meaning.

“Neil knew?” he breathes, because Neil wasn’t supposed to know. They probably hadn’t been careful enough, given that most of Billy’s class, and a lot of Steve’s knew that they were together. All it would have taken was for someone to mention it to a parent and then for that person to mention it to Neil.

Neil didn’t care to have a gay son under his roof.

“So it had to be public and I couldn’t tell you,” Billy says, and the regret on his face is heart wrenching. “I wanted to but…” Steve nods. Billy’s life was already hell. If Neil had ever found out that he was still talking to Steve, life wouldn’t have been worth it.

“But you’re getting out?” Steve asks, because that’s clearly the plan. Billy’s going to turn eighteen soon, mere weeks away from graduating and being free of Neil. Billy nods, but he makes no mention of his former offer.

“He was going to hurt you,” Billy says, turning his face up to Steve’s. His blue eyes are huge in the moonlight, surrounded by full, pale lashes. Steve always thought that Billy’s distance this past year was down to indifference, rather than what it was. Guilt, regret, an act of protection. “I’m sorry. I just had to be sure it was public and he’d hear about it.”

Steve should hate him. The humiliation had been bad enough, being pushed away like he was something underfoot but the devastation had been even worse. The person he’d adored had just…stopped loving him. 

“You still love me,” Steve says, unable to stop the dopey grin spreading across his face. Billy’s flush deepens.

“Yeah, well, you still love me,” he retorts. He stashes the cigarette away in a pocket, like it was a safety net that he no longer needs. He offers a hand and Steve doesn’t hesitate to take it.

It’s like they haven’t spent a year apart with the way that they fit together. Billy feels the same, from the soft spot under his ear, to the curls under Steve’s fingers, to the hips that slot into his. It’s fucking freezing but they kiss and kiss, under Steve can no longer feel his fingers and his mouth is a raw red.

“Come with me,” Billy breathes hopefully, struggling for the keys to open the Camaro. They can’t drive anywhere just yet, but they can make use of the backseat. The good kind of fights are made up with orgasms. Steve can pull Billy into his lap, like they used to, curled around each other to fit. Back then it used to feel like they were one person, connected all the way from head to heels to heart. No one will notice them while they take the time to relearn how to be together.

“Always,” Steve promises and shuts the door behind them.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #steve harrington #billy hargrove #spring break #billy's birthday bonanza #idiots in love #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #miscommunication #neil hargrove is an ass #but billy's going to be free with his boyfriend and their friends #ngl this might be my favourite prompt for this week #robin buckley #heather holloway #steve will absolutely forgive them

[andre-worlds]

Billy’s Birthday Bonanza | March 25th

The group is back and celebrating! 🥳

pd: idk what name to give them🫥

#harringrove #harringroveweek #harringrove edit #steve x billy #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #jonathan byers

[stranger-rants]

The fun part about Billy Hargrove's Birthday Bonanza is that is will also be my birthday week. I'm gonna be so spoiled this year.

[edith-moonshadow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington's Parents, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Camboy Steve Harrington, Lingerie, Sex Toys, Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Submission, Submissive Steve Harrington, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Anal Fingering, Anal Gaping, Self-Lubrication, Dirty Talk, Mildly Dubious Consent, Rimming, Biting, Marking, Begging, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Hair-pulling, Knotting, POV Steve Harrington

Summary:

After being kicked out by his family for being an Omega Steve earns a living as a cam model.

Written for the March 2023 Billy's Birthday Bonanza Harringrove Week

For the prompt Lesley Gore Passing The Crown: Alpha Beta Omega

Steve checked to make sure the little red light was still flashing to indicate the camera was still on as he smiled sweetly into the lens. He dimmed his lights slightly. He could just make out the messages flying across the screen that he knew were desperate pleas for him to stay on a little longer. He crawled across the floor feeling the silky panties he was wearing stretch and the vibrations from the butt plug made him shiver. It had been a good night and he'd put on one of his best shows in months but he was tired and it was always best to stop while you were ahead. He never would have dreamed when he was younger that he would end up working as a cam model but life had a funny way of turning out sometimes.

Growing up in a small town and being born into a powerful and rich family had its downsides especially when your family were a long line of powerful Alphas with derogatory ideas about Omegas. Steve hadn't given it much thought until he had his heart irreparably broken at seventeen and thought he was dying. He hadn't been but sometimes he wondered if his dad wouldn't have preferred it. Instead, he went into heat in the halls of Hawkins high and had to be rescued by his English teacher Mrs Diamond. There was no hiding what happened and even though his mom fought hard once he graduated he was completely on his own.

He had inherited a little money from his grandfather and had moved far away and rented a shitty apartment until he figured out what to do. It had been by complete chance that he saw an advertisement for cam models while looking for job opportunities on the internet. He did a little research and discovered that Omegas were in high demand. He bought a subscription to one site and spent a month studying all the different models. He watched both popular and unpopular models so he could figure out what to do and what not to do. He discovered there were two main ways to go either hardcore or a sweet salacious boyfriend experience. He decided on the latter, purchasing a half-decent webcam and a few accessories. He had been self-conscious at first but it didn't take long for him to build a loyal following who tipped well. He eventually started offering private sessions but he always left them wanting more.

He knew he could never rub it in his dad's face that he'd made it on his own. His dad would never consider this real work but he'd managed to upgrade all his equipment and bought himself a nice house. He didn't need much else and he saved as much money as he could. He was popular now but he knew in the cam world your time was limited and he wanted to make the most of it. He got closer to the screens and saw that his chat was filled with requests and tips. Most were regulars begging him for just a few more minutes and others were requesting private sessions.

"Sorry but I need my beauty sleep. I promise to be back tomorrow."

The private session requests started adding the money amount to their requests. He bit his lip. He was very tired but two of his regulars were engaging in a bidding war and it was becoming hard to resist. Finally, Alpha_Camaro put in a bid of $10,000 and Steve decided to put an end to it. Alpha_Camaro had been a regular from the beginning and he was always very generous with his tips and when he wanted private sessions. Steve gave him a little extra attention because having a generous regular with deep pockets was every cam model's dream. He bid everyone else a good night then clicked on Alpha_Camaro's name and accepted the request.

Other models he knew had upgraded to two-way video conferencing so they could interact with their customers in a more personal context. Steve wasn't quite ready to make that leap yet but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to. So Alpha_Camaro could see him but he couldn't see the Alpha, only read his messages. He had dealt with him many times so he had an idea of what he would request.

"What can I do for you Alpha?"

'Hello Princess, you know what I want to hear.'

Steve moved around so that he was sitting on his knees. He lowered his head and looked up at the camera through his eyelashes. He licked his lips and sighed softly.

"I'm yours Alpha."

He knew throughout tonight's session there had been a few new people and he'd seen a few heated exchanges between one of them and Alpha_Camaro so he knew he'd be a little on edge. It was a stereotype but not because it wasn't true. Alpha's could be incredibly territorial and Steve didn't mind it just meant they paid more money for his attention.

'That plug must be getting very uncomfortable Sweetheart. Why don't you take it out for me.'

This request wasn't out of the ordinary for Alpha_Camaro. Steve had originally planned to keep things a little more pg at least at first but whereas everyone else was happy with his demure attitude and watching him squirm in his panties Alpha_Camaro always wanted more. Steve did give in on occasion.

He lowered his eyes and let things that he knew turned him on run through his mind until he felt a twist in his stomach and his face heated. He discreetly out of range of the camera squirted a copious amount of fake slick onto his hand. He rolled over onto his stomach so that his ass was facing the camera. He then slid the panties to his knees and pressed his slicked hand against his hole as he moaned. He pushed his fingers in until he got a good grip on the base of the plug then he slowly pulled it back.

His body fluttered around it as he took a deep breath and stopped letting the Alpha see his body clamp down. Fake slick mixed with his actual slick and ran down the back of his thigh. He took a few more shuddering breaths before he pulled it the rest of the way out. He whined as loudly as he could muster at this late hour. The messenger binged and he knew without looking what he wanted. He placed each hand on his ass and spread himself open as he looked back over his shoulder at the camera. He licked his lips one last time and then moved around so he was back on his knees.

'If I was there I'd fill your sweet little hole and make you beg for more.'

Steve bit his lip as though the words were giving him pause. He was already dreaming about the shower he was going to take and how cool his sheets would feel against his skin.

"I'm so sorry Alpha but I am very tired."

The Alpha was already typing a new message when Steve quickly turned his stream off. He knew that Alpha_Camaro would be angry but Steve decided when he was done and he already had the money. He'd make it up to him later.

The next day he was unbelievably bored. He normally didn't stream until the evening so he could set up his lights and knew no one would come and bother him while he worked. He'd received a few new packages that day, mostly just new lingerie for streaming. He went online and purchased a few new toys as he needed to rotate them regularly. He was feeling a little restless so contacted a few of the other cam models he'd met. They were going out to a club that night and he figured why not. He got himself ready and then set up his stream and lights so that if he came home and decided to stream for a few hours he only had to flip on his lights and click start on the stream.

He met up with the other cam models and they went to a new club. Steve had a few drinks but not too many just in case he did decide to stream when he went home. He knew it was better to have a clear head. He'd been dancing with Lana who was another cam model who did a similar thing to him when she leaned close with a smile on her face.

"Don't look now but there's a particularly hot Alpha who's been checking you out the whole time we've been dancing."

"Are you sure they're not checking you out?"

She laughed.

"He doesn't know anyone else but you exist."

She moved around so they could swap places and Steve looked past her shoulder. Standing near the bar was a blonde muscular Alpha. His shirt was open to practically his navel so everyone could see his tanned muscular body. Even from across the dimly lit room, Steve could tell he was good-looking with piercing blue eyes and full lips. He stared intently at Steve who ended up looking away first and swapping places with Lana again.

"He's not exactly shy, is he?

"Who wants them shy? You want an Alpha who knows what they want."

Steve shook his head with a laugh when he suddenly felt strong hands wrap around his hips and pull him back into a muscular body. He looked at Lana who winked and walked back to the others. He didn't have long to think about what he'd gotten himself into when he felt warm lips on his neck.

"Name's Billy Sweetheart."

He mumbled out a half-hearted "Steve."

He let himself get caught up in the music and the feeling of the warm body behind him. Soon he felt drunk even though he hadn't had a drink in ages. When Billy whispered in his ear about going somewhere more private he thought why not? In the taxi he found himself squirming on Billy's lap as he was kissed within an inch of his life. When the taxi pulled up outside his house he was momentarily confused as he didn't remember giving his address. He soon forgot all about it when Billy kissed him again.

His house was in darkness but any attempts to lead him upstairs were met with resistance. He was confused as Billy kept kissing him and running his hands over his body so he knew he was interested. Hot breath against his ear made him shiver.

"Have you ever worn panties?"

Steve nodded.

Billy's hand cupped his ass and squeezed.

"Are you wearing them now?"

"No."

"Would you put on a pair for me?"

Steve bit his lip. He usually tried to keep his cam life separate from his real life. He wasn't ashamed of how he made money but felt it would still be something he'd have to ease someone else into.

"Does that get you hot?"

Billy sunk his teeth into Steve's throat.

"Baby you have no idea."

He pulled him into a ravenous kiss that left Steve breathless. He thought about the new lingerie he'd received today. There was a pair of pale pink lacy panties that he knew would look good against his pale skin. He hadn't even tried them on yet so Billy would be the first person to see him in them.

"I have some upstairs."

Billy smirked at him.

"Why don't you slip on something and I'll wait here."

"My bedroom is upstairs."

"I have something else in mind."

Steve stood awkwardly for a moment before the heat in Billy's eyes reassured him and he stumbled upstairs. He walked over to his closet where he'd placed the new items in a chest where he kept all his cam model accessories. He didn't want them lying around where anyone could find them. He found the panties he was thinking of and quickly pulled off his clothes. He slid them on and took a moment to look at them in the mirror. He'd been right; they looked good against his skin and hugged him in all the right places.

His heart was racing as he descended the stairs. Billy wasn't where he'd left him.

"Billy?"

He walked through the house wondering where he'd gotten to. He was starting to think he'd changed his mind and left when he saw the pink and blue lights from the recording room. He walked towards it and found Billy waiting for him there. He felt a little self-conscious as no one but him had ever been in there. He wasn't sure how he'd explain the set-up when Billy advanced on him. He'd lost his shirt somewhere and the lighting made his muscles look more pronounced.

"W-why are you in here?"

Billy pulled him close.

"I was looking for a good spot and when I switched on the lights I knew this room was perfect."

Steve opened his mouth to push for the bedroom one last time when Billy captured his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands slid down over his skin until he reached the lace.

"Fuck Princess they look so good on you."

There was a niggling feeling at the back of his mind before he felt himself being pulled over to the small chair he kept in the room. It made it easier for him to arrange himself so he could give his followers a good angle as they told him what they wanted. It was placed sideways and Billy draped him over it. He placed sharp kisses on his throat and then kissed his way down his body. His fingers kept a tight grip on his hips squeezing so hard it took his breath away. Billy's fingers slid into his panties and pulled them down to his knees.

"Spread your legs, Sweetheart."

Steve spread his legs as best he could when he felt Billy's hands on his ass. They spread him open and Billy's groan made him shiver. He readjusted his hands so that his fingers were teasing Steve's hole and he whined when it fluttered. Slick slid past Billy's fingertips and then Steve shook as he felt his warm tongue lapping at him.

"I knew you'd taste good…"

A finger pressed in alongside his tongue. Steve writhed against him. He gripped the edge of the chair and bit his lip trying desperately not to come too soon. Billy pressed in another finger and crooked them until Steve whimpered.

"That's it Princess let me hear you…"

"Billy, please…"

Billy pulled back to kiss his way down to the back of his thighs. He sunk his teeth into Steve's skin as he pressed his fingers up against his prostate. His body fluttered around his fingers as Steve shook over the chair. He moaned when he felt Billy's cock press up against his hole. He arched his back desperate to feel him inside.

"Don't worry Princess I'm going to fill this hungry little hole as soon as you beg me…"

"Please…"

Billy circled the head of his cock around Steve's hole and he whined as it clenched down on nothing.

"Please Alpha…"

"Who do you belong to?"

Steve pushed back.

"Y-you…please…"

Billy moved closer as he pressed lingering kisses to his throat. He pushed his hard cock up against Steve until finally to his relief it popped inside. Billy started a brutal rhythm that felt so good. The pleasure was pooling at the base of his spine and he could feel his legs turning to jelly.

"Fuck…"

Billy pushed his cock up against his prostate and held it there. Steve shivered as he began to feel overwhelmed.

"That feel good Sweetheart? Wait until you feel my knot…"

Billy slid his fingers into his hair pulling his head around so he could kiss him breathlessly. Steve whined into his mouth as he felt Billy's knot start to tie them together. Billy plastered himself to Steve's back as he ground his knot inside. Steve cried out as it formed fully and he came all over the chair under him. Billy lavished his neck with kisses and sharp bites.

As Steve slowly regained his senses he could feel Billy's cock throbbing inside him. Billy was growling into his skin. He closed his eyes to luxuriate in the feeling of being bred by an Alpha when he heard a muffled bing. He ignored it but soon there was another and another until it sounded like an alarm being muffled by a pillow. His eyes shot open as the sound registered fully. In the dim pink and blue lights he could see a small red light blinking in the distance.

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[stillbeatingheart]

Not The Fortunate Ones

Billy royally fucked this one up.

Its dark save for the slats burning diagonal lines across Steve’s clothing.  Billy didn’t even know this was Steve’s closet.  He just figured as soon as he heard the first shouted, “Oink oink!”, that his best bet was to find the closest bedroom where no one was fucking and get to a hiding place from there.  Sure, he can outrun all of Hawkins’s finest, he already knows that from months of experience.  Even half a bottle deep and one of Munson’s joints doesn’t slow him down enough for any pigs to catch him.  Thing is, he just wasn’t in the mood for a midnight run tonight.  His blood is pretty weak right now, not enough booze in this fucking house to get him even close to tipsy enough to deal with a Spring Break Strip Down at Palace Harrington.  Fuckin’ rich pricks anyway, can afford a housekeeper but not a well stocked liquor cabinet?  Keg beer only gets a person so far.  

Billy sighs, thumps his head back against the wall and waits it out.  Listens to the poppy shitty music (that will no doubt be stuck in his head all night now, thanks Cyndi Lauper) being cut, teenagers scrambling through the house like a herd of buffalo, windows sliding open for desperate getaways.  The front door opened gently like the nice upstanding citizen King Steve is, welcoming the entire PD in for the goddamn pineapple upside down cake that’s sitting right alongside all the other stupid tropical themed food spread in the formal dining room.  A formal dining room, because a kitchen with a table is apparently not enough?

Billy really wanted a piece of that stupid cake. 

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[kaizenkhaos]

Billy’s Birthday Bonanza: Sunday 26th March

Day 4 for @harringroveweek’s Billy Birthday Bonanza and it’s over to Vampire Steve and Werewolf Billy for a birthday unlike any Billy has had before. World: Wolf and Bat Boy AU: Werewolf Billy and Vampire Steve (based off mine and simplydes’ AU characters) POV: Werewolf Billy Word Count: 3,003 TW: for more mature themes (such as sexual including biting kink) and language, mention of Neil Hargrove, brief werewolf shifting description, mixed species relationship Finally, a bright night. A welcome change, especially on a night like this one. The weather in Hawkins had been beyond temperamental recently and the closer it had gotten to the Full Moon, the more tense Billy had gotten. He hated wet Full Moons. The heaviness of his fur, the feel of the water just clumping it down. The way he looked like a massive shaggy carpet running around the place. No thanks. It was different when it was a choice; when he chose to throw himself into the river to bathe or swim. Yeah he still looked like a wreck of course, but a wreck with a purpose. But getting caught in downpours on the way to the meeting place? Awful. Even worse in winter when the trees were bare. No cover, no shelter and all rain focused on him, or so it always seemed. At least now it was spring. The trees had started to bud again but it would still be a while until the blanket of leaves would be reinstated. So any showers could still catch him but at least he wouldn't risk freezing to death for another few months.

Very minimal cloud cover was also what he loved to see on these nights. The moon casting its silver light down through the trees, bathing the whole place in that natural path he loved to follow. The softness of the soil underfoot, the smells of freshness all around. There was a very light breeze stirring the branches of the woods that at one time had felt so foreign. Now it felt like home and when it wasn't raining,  Full Moon was a time he actually looked forward to. The tension in his bones finally lifting. The freedom to be truly himself and spend that time alone that he'd constantly be robbed of during the days spent in human form. Even in his apartment, he didn't really feel himself yet. Like the outside world still had eyes staring in. Like his father's influence had never truly left him, even though he'd never stepped foot in the place. Billy was away from him at last but in his mind, he was still very much there. Not that he'd admit any of this to the pack. There were a lot of things he'd not admit to any of those guys and girls. Like the fact that tonight was not just a night of change but of celebration for him. It was his birthday but none of them knew that. And none of them would get to know. It was a night for him, not for a bunch of strangers who were forced to give a fuck. Billy was definitely the lone wolf persona. Both in human and were form. He wasn't actually a people person, not when he didn't have to be. He could chat and groove, socialise and mingle like the best of them. The whole wolf in sheep's clothing bullshit. But given the way he chose to dress, the way he presented. The way he cruised around town with the sorta music the locals seemed to take an aversion to, he didn't really fit fit in. He was pretty so he was tolerated. He was beautiful so he was adored. His silver tongue bought him favours and girls, but recently that had grown less and less important. Like tonight. The eyes and opinions of the other pack members' meant so little to him as there was someone out there who did. And he wasn't a werewolf or a were in general. He was supposed to be his enemy, but as always Billy had found a way to cross the line. To be the person who pushed at boundaries and blurred them. Fuck it all and fuck them all. That after all was who he was on his way to see. And nothing and no one was gonna get in his way. it was that old cliched bullshit of a war. Werewolves versus Vampires. Funny how the media had gotten somethin' right for a change. Not that Billy paid all that attention to that. That kinda literature bored him, the movies even more so. An American Werewolf in London was the closest he'd gotten to somethin' he could stick, and that was because he'd been mostly polite around Steve. Okay....it was pretty decent, but this was another thing Billy didn't like to admit. Except under duress, because it was funny. And Steve was used to his attitude, seemed to like it. He didn't seem to like placid dogs, preferring the most feisty and fighting ones, so Billy was happy to comply. Happy.....in the arms of a vampire. Who'd have thought? And who'd have thought that his birthday would be spent with him. It was crazy. That that one night at the pub, that chance encounter had lead to all of this. Going back to his place, that cab ride....the nights they'd spend together afterwards. The "getting to know yous" and then that moment when he'd found out why Steve had seemed so...unnatural. He'd fallen for a damn vampire. And a Master one at that. A Protector of others in Hawkins and the surrounding area. He was the guy not to piss off and Billy felt relieved that he'd not been on that side of him. There was enough stories floating around to know some of what Steve was known for, and had done. They'd spoke about it once and Steve hadn't confirmed or denied any of it. Like him, he was sworn by oath and even sharing each others' beds didn't give either of them license to spill secrets which weren't theirs to tell. It wasn't worth their stakes in their groups or their lives, and they were risking the second by merely associating with each other anyway. Steve probably more than him. Yeah, he'd chased out of town and have to find another pack but Steve? He'd be staked for sure, seen as a traitor to the cause and used as an example. But the guy, he seemed pretty chill about anything. That smirk he gave, the cocky one, as he'd tell Billy that and whisper those sweet words in his ear as he.... Yeah best to not think about that right now. Later. Once they were somewhere safer. Once they were somewhere more private. Or not. Sometimes Steve liked to be more dangerous and chose the risky places. A public bathroom, the back alley of a bar..... Once they'd even done it on the bonnet of someone else's car. Whilst they were asleep inside of their house. Steve didn't seem to really give a shit about that sort of thing but Billy had grown to trust him despite that. He saw how careful Steve checked things. How in tune he was to his surroundings. He may look carefree but Billy knew he was still on alert, and that he was also trusting him to call out if he heard anything. Smelled anything. A combination of both their enhanced senses meant they had all bases covered. They just had to make sure they never became too distracted in them situations. At their homes though? At Billy's they had to be quieter, but at Steve's, they would really go off the chain and often did. Billy had had to shift more than one to get rid of the vampire bite marks. Cursing the bastard as he sat there and laughed. So what did he do? Bit him back of course. Steve seemed to be a dab hand with concealing wounds after all. So the bastard could do that. Until Billy realised the guy would heal too. It had taken a bit of fun out of it first, until Billy realised what it meant. Now he covered the guy in bites whenever he got a chance, and sometimes Steve wore them out. Like the risky bastard he was. Treading carefree through the woods, the only sounds being his feet hitting the floor, a sense of peace came over Billy which had been evading him in recent times. When alone, he'd always felt on edge. Like something about to snap. With Steve, he'd started to unwind. After he'd realised what was going on between them and that Steve wasn't about to hand him over to his side. Or try some vampy bullshit on him. He knew he had more tricks up his sleeve than he'd show and was potentially more powerful too. Guy didn't show all of his cards, so neither had he. But slowly they had both been opening up to one another and the more Billy did, the more he found the pain eased. He'd never really thought of himself as needing or wanting to be with another. But this felt.....maybe not right, but somethin' he couldn't really describe. Somethin' which he'd not felt since his mother had jumped ship and left him to drown. Maybe that was it.... Maybe he was stopping him from sinking so far down now. Too much to think about on his birthday though. So he focused on his surroundings. The lack of sound and the sky. And began to search it for the man who he knew would soon be here. Sometimes he forgot how small the guy could get, given that he wasn't exactly the smallest guy. He wasn't exactly the biggest either; neither of them were. Billy was a little broader and Steve was a little taller. But as a bat? Steve was freaking tiny. He wasn't one of those big bastard bats with the huge wingspan or anything, but one of those smaller fluffier bats. The type you could still see cast as a shadow over the moon and you could still spot them. But the bastard moved so darn fast that at times, he thought he'd imagined him. Thankfully though, this time he spotted him right away. Swooping through the trees and then settling on one. Doing somethin' before gliding down and fluttering in front of him. The grin on his face appeared there before he could school it. His eyes betraying the glee he felt on seeing him. Okay, little bastard bat. You got me. This. One. Time. If the bat could sass, that it would be doing. The glint in its eyes somehow cocky like the vampire underneath, as he perched onto Billy's shoulder. A bump to his neck and then a chatter as they advanced further together into the woods. Good timing as always. The pull of the Full Moon was now starting to get stronger and stronger and Billy could feel it calling to him. Pulling out his skin and bones as if they were on wires, all hooked up and being tugged. There was a few particular spots he liked to go to shed his clothes and tonight was a spot nearby. Near a small artificial lake which had been created to attract wildlife. It was one of his favourite spots and he knew also that Steve loved it. He'd be off chasing bugs as Billy changed and that was fine. He knew his full attention wasn't on that and he was doing it to blow off some steam. So once they got there and he started to strip, he watched the bat do his thing. Feeling those beady little eyes on him, as more and more skin came on show. As the bat munched and then dived to the floor. The familiar shadow and smoke being cast out as the vampire finally revealed himself. Just in time for Billy to start folding his clothes. Fancy that for timing. The bastard knew not only how to make an appearance but how to make a show of turning up. The smoke wasn't necessary, he just did it cos he could. "I see you've been working out again." "Never stopped." The goose bumps on his skin only increased as the vamp closed the gaps and took him in his arms. Soft velvet suit against his tanned skin, gleaming in the light. Steve knew what this kinda thing did to him. The sweet words, the compliments. He'd stopped pretending it didn't have an impact on him. It seemed to get the vampire off more, and the words definitely soothed his own ego. "Good. Never stop." A sweet kiss and then two hands on the side of his face. Eye to eye. The swirling ones of the vamp's and then a smile. He blinked, feeling his own shift back. Calling the Wolf again. Little bastard. Only Steve could ever get away with that. "Happy birthday my Wolf," he grinned, showing fangs as he stepped back. A hand on his tie as he started to shift it to the side. Billy's eyes trailing down as it was slowly removed. The suit jacket moved aside to show the treat underneath. Shit, he was gonna kill him.... As quick as the tie was flicked onto the pile of clothes Billy had shed, the bat was back, swooping low on the ground as Billy growled and laughed. A guttural then wolf like noise before bones cracked. Fur sprouted and the Wolf started to run. Two legged, morphing and shifting as the bat fled into the night. Low down still. A chase. Billy loved this aspect of the night. Usually packs would do this together, but Billy loved nothing more than to do this with Steve. Sometimes Steve would run beside him. Other times, it was this, and as it was Billy's special day, Steve had chosen the form he loved the most for this. It was one of the other times they could be like this together. Their true forms. Themselves, free from their human constraints. Those flesh suits they had to wear to be like everyone else. Paws next hit the floor as the Wolf finally fully shifted. Blonde fur sweeping in the breeze, shining golden in the light. A sharp contrast to the small black speck gliding over the ground. Occasionally flying around his head, teasing. Taunting in jest. A playful  snap of his jaws was how he answered. Letting him land on his ears, his head as they continued their journey across the woods. Eventually they would get to their destination. To where he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Steve before that fucking sun would come and ruin their fun. Not that he really thought about that in that moment. His eyes and ears purely out for the bat. The squeaks of happiness. The location of anything and everything around them. There was no one else around; they were safe and away from anyone else. Any other pack or vamps. The night and woods was truly theirs. The lake was like a mirror that night. The moon beautifully plastered across it as the pair slowed down. Steve now perched on top of Billy's head, nestled within that soft, soft fur and tickling him. The little feet occasionally stroking before he slid down and sat on the floor. Soon replaced with the man himself. Staring up at the sky before his eyes rested back on Billy. His Vampire. His love. And the one person that he'd wanted, more than anything, to spend his day with. Lying down by his side, the Vampire soon gave him his promised gift. Or at least one of them. Slowly taking one ear then the other. Massaging them between his hands. A soft kiss on the muzzle and then belly rubs. Slow and sensuous. The Wolf stretching underneath him. Looking up at those eyes which sparkled with mischief but also adoration. Affection. Something Billy had come to realise that he did deserve. In shovel loads and Steve did certainly do that. Back on his front and the Vampire laid by his side. Let him sniff him, slowly lick up and down his neck. Huff in his hair and then snuggle up to him. One giant wolf wrapped around a smaller vampire. Reverse spooning from the usual. He was usually the smaller spoon, much to his protesting. But on nights like this, he got to be the big spoon. Steve being more submissive than he usually was. The bastard was so dominant, he practically bled it. But Billy didn't mind so much. The switch was reversed often enough that it was fun and Billy had a great time. It had taken a while for him to realise that Steve genuinely did too. That he wasn't just a number on a list to him. And tonight, it was clearer than ever that they were perfect. As they were and for each other. After a while, the pair started to star gaze. Somethin' Billy had never shown an interest in before Steve, but now he appreciated the beauty up there for what it was. That and he loved to hear Steve's voice, especially in moments like this when his own was gone. Steve sometimes made up the most bullshit stories about the stars, the various constellations, but he always told him the truth afterward. And tonight he told him about Lupus. His star constellation. The stars not for any were but for him, the birthday Wolf. More bullshit, but Billy felt the stirring of his heart, the tears which would usually pool in his eyes burn against them. He never really got all emotional, not in front of Steve, but tonight? Fuck it.  It was his birthday and he could cry if he wanted to. Feeling the vampire's eyes on him, he turned to him. An unusually soft smile as Steve slowly reached out to him and swept away the wet fur from around his eyes. He'd not even realised the tears had leaked out. He didn't even know he could cry as a wolf. "Did your wish come true?" Blinking, Billy looked up at the sky. It was somethin' they'd spoken about beforehand. Whether Billy would make a wish this year. He never usually did but this year, yeah he had. And yeah. It most certainly had.

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[spaceofentropy]

Banged it out in a couple of hours or something, so it's *wild gestures*, but here it is, my entry for day 1 of Billy's Birthday Bonanza, following the prompt Mom returns (even if, the more I think about it, the iffier my adherence to the prompt might look. Who cares. Too late.)

(The tile comes from this album :3 )

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