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(( harringroveson prison au )) chapter eleven | find the rest here

a/n | a forever shoutout to @leticheecopae and @a-redharlequin for always helping me with this fic!! stay tuned for leti's companion fic when it drops because omfg it's SO GOOD. we're also gonna be writing a post-prison fic to continue this world too heh. I LIVE FOR COMMENTS PLS TALK TO ME (i try my best to keep up with commenting back but i am a mess irl rn so i'm struggling with it buT EVERY SINGLE ONE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME)!! Find it on ao3 here !!

warnings | daddy kink, mention of suicide/child murder, billy is recovering in the infirmary, creel is still lurking around so tbh that's its own warning, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), general prison talk, stuff like that !!

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“He’s complaining there’s something wrong with his chest. Won’t shut up about it. Call for us when you’ve fixed him.”

The officer snorted before slamming the door of the infirmary shut behind him. He knew Eddie was full of shit, but he didn’t care enough to fight him on it. If Eddie wanted to go to the infirmary, he could go. It wasn’t like he could break Hargrove out – and even if they did, they’d only wind up back in their cells or isolation. Whatever game Eddie wanted to play wouldn’t work.

There were two nurses on the night shift in the infirmary, which was fairly small for such a large prison. A doctor came in every day but for anything really serious the prisoners were transferred out to the closest hospital. Beds lined one wall, only one occupied by an inmate who was dead asleep, and a little further down the hall were the private rooms. He knew Jonathan was in one on watch, and Billy must have been in another. He just had to make it to his room.

“What’s the matter? You’re having chest pains?” The nurse asked, glancing him up and down before looking at her clipboard. “Are you feeling anxious?”

“Well, yes,” Eddie swallowed, glancing over his shoulder at the door. The guards were outside, listening in case there were any troubling patients, but nothing ever happened in the infirmary. The food was always better and the beds were way more comfortable; no one wanted to fuck it up and be kicked out. “But, listen,” His voice dropped a little. “I need to see Hargrove. He’s in here, isn’t he? Please. I just need to know he’s okay. I know you know what Creel’s like. Everyone knows what he’s like.”

It was dangerous, what he was doing, but he’d been to the infirmary plenty of times before and he knew most of the nurses that worked on the ward. They were all kind and soft aside from one or two that treated the inmates like garbage, but they luckily never worked the night shifts.

“I can’t do that,” She murmured, but Eddie was quickly shaking his head.

“I know. I know you can’t. But what if you just… go to the bathroom for a few minutes? I’ll be in and out before you’re back. All you know is that I’ve been waiting here. Please. Please,” He didn’t care that he was begging. “I’ll be so quick. I just have to make sure he’s alright. No one will even know. How can I convince you? You want money? Weed? I’ll give you whatever. Billy will too.”

The woman sighed, reaching up to adjust her ponytail. Her coworker, sitting at one of the desks with her back to them, wasn’t paying any attention. “Fine. Go. First door on the left. You’ve got five minutes. I’ll get you when it’s clear.”

“You’re an angel. I owe you,” Eddie whispered, and then he was rushing to the first room on the left as instructed.

Inside, Billy had sat up in bed. He looked clammy, exhausted, but he was scribbling onto a sheet of paper. He had to let Chrissy – and Max – know he was okay and he wasn’t sure how long it’d take for it to go through. If Creel got a hold of the letter it may have taken weeks, but he chose his words carefully so it wouldn’t be tossed out.

He paused when the door opened, though, and he wound up doing a double take upon seeing Eddie in the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Jesus Christ. Thank God you’re alright,” Eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, immediately moving forward to wrap himself around Billy’s body. It tensed underneath him, in pain from the touch, but he did wrap his arms around Eds in return after a second. “Fuck, Bills. I thought you were a fucking goner.”

“Yeah, right. Like I’d ever give that prick the satisfaction of killing me,” He murmured, nuzzling against Eddie’s hair. There was no time to ask how the hell he’d managed to get in, but it didn’t matter. None of it did. “You alright? And Steve? Creel hasn’t fucked with you, has he?”

“No, we’re fine. Don’t worry. I’m looking after Steve,” Eddie pulled back to look him over. “You look like shit. What the fuck did he do to you?”

Billy was silent, jaw tightening slightly. “Doesn’t matter. But I’m going to be stuck here for a little bit. Got a pretty bad infection.”

“An infection? Where?” He glanced downwards to Billy’s covered lap. His assumption was that his hole had been torn; his brain never would have ever considered anywhere else.

“Eds. Stop asking questions,” Billy’s voice shifted into a warning, but it wasn’t cruel or overly harsh. Just enough to get him to back off and quit prodding at things Billy didn’t want to talk about. “Do you have a new cellie?”

For a moment, Eddie was taken aback. “I… yes. How did you know?”

“He told me,” Billy’s face curled into a snarl and he shifted Eddie a little closer in his arms again. It hurt, but he didn’t care. Someone had been touching his property. “Who is he?”

“His name is Jason Carver. Fucking Jesus junkie with a temper. Argyle said he’s in for DV. No idea where he was transferred from. I tried to tell him that you–”

“I know you did,” Billy cut him off. Eddie always made it very clear to anyone who came around that he was very much taken. He was trained well. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not in trouble. You’re a good boy. I’m proud of you for looking after Steve like I asked,” His hand moved to Eddie’s hair, stroking it gently, but after a second it curled into it for him to pull Eddie’s ear to his lips. “Listen. You tell Argyle to tell Tommy to deal with him. If it’s not sorted by the time I’m out of here, you let Hagan know he’s in big fucking trouble. I don’t care what he has to do. Just get rid of him.” And then his hand was loosening, back to the soft petting that Eddie was practically purring from. “Has he fucked you? Carver?”

“Yes,” Eddie’s voice was small, but he wasn’t going to lie. He couldn’t lie. He’d been trained to never tell a lie – Billy would always know when he wasn’t being truthful and there were always consequences.

“Then he’s fucking dead. Tell Freckles to make it look like an overdose or I’ll make it a whole lot messier when I get out of here,” Billy was back to struggling to control his temper, but Eddie brought his hands to his cheeks, cradling his hot face, and he slowly calmed down.

“I’m sorry. I’m real fucking sorry for what I said,” Eddie blurted out. “I don’t hate you. Obviously. I was just jealous. You were right.”

“I know,” Billy nodded his head a little. “I don’t hate you either.”

Eddie knew it was probably the closest thing he was ever going to get to an I love you, and he didn’t mind. It felt good, made his heart feel warm, full. Put butterflies into his belly.

“Harrington’s not that bad. We had a picnic tonight. Used your radio.”

“Oh yeah?” Billy’s mouth quirked up into a smile. “I’ll let it slide just this once. What’d you talk about?”

“Told him a bit about Creel,” He started, but he shook his head when he felt Billy stiffen. “Not you. I mean, what he did to Jonathan and his brother. I told him how you try to protect Jonathan to spare him anymore trauma. You should have seen the look on his face. He couldn’t believe it.”

“Couldn’t believe that I don’t want Creel fucking with people that can’t handle it? I’m not a total fucking monster,” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t want Creel fucking with anyone, but definitely not Jonathan. That’s a whole new level of fucked up. He gets off on talking about what he did to that innocent kid and it just…” Eddie felt hands tighten into his skin.

“He’s sick. He’s really fucking sick. When you get out we need to come up with a way to get him out of here,” Eddie whispered.

Billy nodded his head and pulled one hand from around Eddie to show him the letter. “Cunningham tried to warn me. No fucking idea how long ago she sent it but it was on the table when I woke up. Creel read it and kept it until after he was finished with me.” He didn’t know if Creel knew the code or not, but the most he could do was hold the letters for a while. He couldn’t toss them without raising suspicion.

“Damn,” Eddie murmured, grabbing the letter to read over. The nurse would be in any second to get him out, he was sure, but he was going to stay as long as he physically could. He liked hearing about Chrissy, the memories Billy shared with her and the stories she relayed from her prison. It was almost like a weekly television show; they got updates on what the girls had been up to each week and they both looked forward to it. “You done with your reply? I can take it. Mail it off tomorrow. Creel might not get his hands on it that way.”

“Worth a shot,” Billy nodded, quickly looking over his sheet of writing. He quickly finished it, signing it off, before handing it over.

Max,

Jesus, sis, don’t worry, I’m fine. Got some one-on-one time with a few other guards in here. Got caught with some shit I shouldn’t have had (yeah yeah, don’t get fucking pissy) and the creeps put me in isolation for it. Ended up getting sick after getting a cut from the damn bed frame, a really bad One, but I’ll live. Gonna take more than that to kill me, shitbird. Though sounds like Jonathan got sick too. Really hope someOne isn’t spreading something around.

The fact that someone was psycho enough to try and bring in a dog with hookworms is pretty fucked. Bet you guys got it moved fast; faster than even that psycho bitch expected. I know how much you care about those animals. And maybe you should clip Hissy’s claws, sis. If she doesn’t have a way to fight back then maybe she’ll stop bothering Red, though from what you’ve told me, I doubt it. Cat sounds like a real bitch.

I got a new bitch myself, actually. His name is Steve and he’s got even worse Bambi eyes than Eddie. Seriously, fucker looks like he was made by those artists that make those movies you like. You know the ones. They always put me to sleep, but they were like crack to you.

Still, I’m a little worried about any of the fucking creepers in here getting their hands on him. He’s about as innocent as they come, and it would take only One bad fucker to do some damage to him. Got Eddie playing babysitter with him while I heal up.

And Neil better be staying away from you two. He doesn’t, you make sure to call tweedle-dumb and dumber out there immediately. Least those small-town hicks are good for is keeping him out of your shit.

Question for ya, sis. How do you get rid of hookworms? Sounds like a pain in the ass, but it sounds like if there’s even One around then the issue gets worse. Sound like psycho little bugs, just burying in where they can. Bet you’ve found a way to wipe ‘em out over there though.

And for the bad surprise thing, I mean, who the fuck knows? A surlose? I mean, no prize is won, so what about that? That a weird enough word for ya, Maxipad?

Anyway, I’m about to get some of the good shit and go to sleep for a bit. Stay out of trouble.

Don’t be like your idiot big brother.

- Billy

Eddie didn’t read it over, instead just folding it and quickly shoving it into his pocket. They were running out of time together.

“Have you told Steve about visitation? How to write letters and make phone calls?” Billy asked then.

“No. He said he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. Daddy issues, I think,” He grinned a little and Billy’s mouth curled into a smirk. “But he’s very adamant he’s not gay. I tried to tell him he doesn’t need a label. Just needs to enjoy what feels good.”

“Oh yeah?” Billy rested his head back on the pillow, eyes narrowing the tiniest bit. “You wanna make him feel good, baby? Play daddy while I’m away?”

Eddie’s cheeks turned red and he started to stutter. “No! Not like that. I was just trying to be supportive. Make him feel better. I think he’s a little less scared of you now, he was the one that told me to say I wasn’t feeling well to sneak in and see you. I would have never thought of it.”

“Did he now?” For the first time in days, Billy felt pleasantly surprised. He would have expected Steve to have absolutely no sympathy for him and to be glad he was away. “Well, that was quite nice of him, wasn’t it, sweetheart? You think he deserves a reward for getting you here?” If he wasn’t still so fucked up from what had happened to him, he would have been getting hard at the thought, but the bad memories were still too dominant in his mind. “I think he does. Why don’t you give him a blow tomorrow after work, huh? Give it to him all soft like you know he likes. Really milk a few rounds out of him.” He pulled Eddie down close to him again, lips going to his ear. “Kiss him after. Make sure he can taste himself on your tongue.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat and he nearly jumped when the door burst open. “Time’s up. Out you go.”

“Yeah, alright,” He sucked in a breath, desperately hoping his hard on wasn’t going to be visible when he turned around, and gave Billy a tight smile. “Feel better, Hargrove. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Now, Mr. Munson.”

***

Eddie couldn’t get the idea out of his mind the entire night. When he blew Jason, just to get him to shut up and stop praying, he thought of Steve and how amazing he was going to make the boy feel. He wanted to show him how good it could be, and it was the perfect opportunity with Billy away. There wouldn’t be any fear involved, no intimidating Hargrove watching them. It distracted him the entire day; during meal times, work duty, when he stopped off to send out the letter and grab some more snacks at the commissary. He didn’t even remember he was supposed to tell Argyle about Hagan’s job until dinner time because he was so distracted.

“Oh, sweet. What’d you get?” Steve asked when Eddie once again arrived at his cell with arms full of snacks. It was after dinner, though; they’d already been to the cafeteria and Eddie had been acting weird the entire day.

“One of everything. Billy gives me an allowance every week, I’ve been saving a lot of it,” Eddie brought the snacks over, dumping them on the bunk for Steve to look through. He grabbed the bag of lollipops and gummies he’d gotten, though. “But not these. These are for when you’re a good boy. You can snack on anything else, but not the candies.”

Steve’s cheeks turned bright red and he was suddenly hyper focused on one of the labels like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever read in his life.

“Do you like that?” Eddie’s voice was small, soft, barely there. “Being called a good boy? You can tell me, you know. I’m good at keeping secrets. I won’t tell Billy.”

“I…” Steve swallowed hard, fingers fiddling with the wrapper. “I don’t know.”

“Well, does it make you feel good? The same feeling as when someone calls you handsome or smart?” Eddie’s hands silently started to open the bag of candies. If Steve spoke up, admitted it, he’d get another one. Every time he did something good, he’d get one.

“I think so. But it shouldn’t.”

“Yes, it should,” Eddie smiled, fingers offering out a sweet. “Here. Because you’re being honest. Honest boys are good boys. Billy taught me that.” Steve smiled a little shyly, gladly accepting the candy to pop into his mouth. “I told him that you were the one that encouraged me to sneak in and go and see him in the infirmary. He was very pleased.”

“Really?” Steve finally glanced up at Eddie’s eyes.

“Really. You two got off on the wrong foot. I think he’s really looking forward to getting to spend some time with you. Just… normal time. Not the kinda time where he’s trying to assert his dominance or whatever the hell it is he does.” Eddie had to try not to laugh. “We like playing cards together, listening to music. He does a fair bit of reading, too.”

“I don’t read. Something I struggled with in school, all the reading and writing shit,” Steve muttered, reaching out for the box of poptarts. “My ex-girlfriend, her name was Nancy, she would always try to help me out, like with applications for college and stuff. I remember one morning we were sitting in my car in the school parking lot, and she read over the essay I wrote for one of the applications, and she just thought it was horrible even though I’d spent hours on it. Gave me the whole, you know, it’s not that bad, we just have to change a few things, rearrange it a bit, bullshit.” He let out a sigh, opening up a package.

“I bet Bills would read to you,” But then he paused. “I really shouldn’t be calling him that. Should be Hargrove or Daddy. That’s what you should call him when he gets back. I know it’s awkward at first, but it’ll make him melt and be really soft with you. Makes him a lot more bearable to live with,” Eddie encouraged, accepting the piece of poptart that Steve offered out to him. “Thank you for sharing. You get another sweet for that.” He pulled another one out of the bag to give him before shoving the bite of poptart into his mouth.

“I don’t know if I can,” Steve’s cheeks were filling with colour as he flushed at the thought.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to in the beginning, either, but now look at me,” Eddie gave him a grin. “It’s hard at first but I swear after a few days of it it just feels… normal. Just like any nickname. You just have to fake it until it feels fine.”

“But it’s humiliating,” Steve mumbled around the food in his mouth. “I don’t want to. I just want to call him Hargrove.”

“And you can. He accepts that. But I’m just saying, he’s much nicer when you butter him up a bit. Your time here will be much more enjoyable when he spoils you instead of berates you. You’re the only one that thinks it’s embarrassing, by the way. It’s really normal to us. Jonathan calls Argyle daddy all the time, even out in the lunchroom and shit. I only do it in private or just around the two of them.”

“I didn’t even call my own father it, dude,” Steve shook his head a bit. “It’s just a weird fucking word.”

“Who’s it weird to? Your father? All the more reason to use it, then. Reclaim it. Make it your own. Fuck the sperm donor who doesn’t deserve the title, use it for someone else, instead.” Steve laughed the tiniest bit at the words and it made Eddie grin so wide. It was a beautiful sound, he wanted to pull more laughter out of him. “Use it as a great big ‘fuck you’ to him and enjoy it. Totally different meaning when you use it on a partner, anyway. Do you want to practice before he gets out? Get used to it a bit more? You can use it on me to try it out, I don’t mind.”

“Are you telling me to?” Suddenly, Steve’s eyes were quite wide as he looked at Eddie sitting across from him. The look in his eyes, the beginnings of fear and panic, made Eds’ heart hurt.

“No! No. I’m not telling you to do anything,” Eddie blurted, an attempt to wash the fear away before it really set in. “I’m just trying to help. That’s all I ever want to do, Stevie. Seriously. I would never make you do anything.”

Stevie.

The blood rushed to Steve’s cheeks all over again, spreading to his ears, his neck, his chest. Billy had called him the nickname a dozen times, but he didn’t think he’d ever heard it fall from Eddie’s lips. If he had, it was in a moment he was too frazzled or zoned out to pick up on it and register how it sounded – which was really good. He wanted to hear it again.

Eddie shifted a little closer, reaching out to touch one of Steve’s arms. “I just… I’ll keep it real with you, okay? Billy will be out soon. Probably the end of the week, maybe the beginning of next week. And he takes what he wants no matter what anyone says. It’s not going to matter if you say no to him. But I don’t work like that. So if I can help to, you know, ease you in while he’s away, make it a little easier for you when he gets back, I want to do that. Because I wish someone would have done it for me. So you don’t have to, but as someone who was you, I think you should.”

A silence settled between them, but it wasn’t tense. There was a nervous air around Steve, it was obvious he was a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but the fear had dissipated.

“So I just…” Steve sucked in a breath. “Say it?”

“Well, why don’t we try it with a question?” Eddie encouraged. After another second, he reached out to take the package of poptarts from Steve’s hands.

“Hey–”

“Ask Daddy if you can have them back,” He encouraged, eyes staring intently at the man beside him. “You can do it. You’ll get the poptarts and a candy if you do. I’ll even let you choose if you want a gummy or a lollipop.”

Steve chewed on his lips for a moment, glancing between Eddie and the snack in his hands. “Can I have it back?” He asked, and only after Eddie raised his eyebrows – a silent, encouraging reminder – did he add the title on. “Daddy?”

The second it came out of his mouth, he was so mortified that he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

Eddie’s face grew into the biggest grin Steve had seen on him yet. He could almost feel the pride bursting from his chest. “Good boy!” He immediately handed Steve back the treat, his other hand going to his hair. He couldn’t help it, he stroked over his locks in the same gentle way he loved receiving from Billy. “Well done. I’m so proud of you. The first time is the hardest, it only gets easier from there.”

“Do I get a candy now?” Steve quickly asked, eyes dropping to the pile to search for the open bag. They couldn’t help but glance over Eddie’s lap, noticing the slightest bulge there, but he didn’t linger – even though a part of him, the part that he refused to acknowledge and accept, the part that liked pretty boys, really wanted to.

It was a surprise to Eddie that he hadn’t spilled into his pants the second Steve said it. It wasn’t something he’d ever been called before, but he loved it. Maybe too much. He wanted to hear it again, wanted to hear Steve moan it out from underneath him. He suddenly understood why Billy loved hearing it so much – it gave a high like no other, having someone so vulnerable and naive using a title that came with control.

He wondered what Billy was going to have to say about it when he found out.

“Absolutely you do. Which one?” He asked, holding up the two bags.

“Gummy bear. One is never enough.”

“Then you’ll just have to be an extra good boy to earn more, won’t you?” Eddie was only half joking. He’d gotten the tiniest little taste of what he could have had and he wanted more. “Billy said something else to me today when I saw him. He said he wanted you to be rewarded for your good idea,” He spoke cautiously, handing over the candy.

“So… more candy?”

“Not quite,” he laughed through his nose. “He told me to reward you in a different way. But I won’t, obviously. Not unless you want to give it a try. It’s all up to you. Ball is in your court.”

But Eddie could be very convincing if he wanted to be.

“What did he say?” The words came out despite how nervous Steve was to ask them.

“Well,” Eddie licked his lips for a second, debating how to phrase it. “He said I should make you feel good.”

“Feel good how?”

“He suggested a blowjob. But not like… You remember when we were in the showers that morning? Not like that. Not rough. And you’d be the one receiving it,” he spoke quickly, trying to make it sound the least bit horrible as possible. “Have you ever had a girl go down on you? It feels good, right? Well, I can do better than that. I’m trained to know what to do. I’ve spent so many hours sucking people off. There was a time when I had to use my mouth on Billy three times a day. I can show you how good I am.”

Steve’s cheeks burned blood red. He didn’t know what to say, how to react. There was some part of him that was afraid to say no after feeling Billy’s wrath, but then another part of him that didn’t even want to say no.

The part of him that liked pretty boys wanted to beg for it.

“How about we try it?” Eddie broke the silence. “And if you don’t like it, we’ll stop right away. Alright? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.” He gave Steve a reassuring smile, hands working to clear off the bed of the stuff he’d brought. “Just… breathe, baby. It’s good. You’re good. Don’t panic.”

Baby.

The butterflies in Steve’s belly started to work overtime and he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to speak if he tried.

“Here. Let’s get this off, to start,” Eddie murmured, shifting in close to Steve to reach out to pull the sweater and shirt over his head. He let his eyes glide over every inch of skin as it was revealed, admiring every muscle, every hair, every move he made when he breathed in and out. His skin was perfect, spotted with moles and a little pale from the lack of sun since entering prison, but it was clear and smooth and Eddie couldn’t resist rubbing his hands down Steve’s arms once they were bare. “What was your first time like? Tell me about it.”

“I was, uh,” Steve tried to focus on the story, but Eddie’s hands were on him, his arms, his sides, his chest, and it was so distracting. “Thirteen. With this girl I knew from camp. She was older. Sixteen. I didn’t know how to put the condom on. Snapped the first two and she got pissy because I was wasting them.”

Eddie laughed through his nose, his hands going to Steve’s bottoms. He made a little gesture with his head, almost a nod, for Steve to lift his bum up so he could pull the pants off. “Then what?”

“Then I came two seconds after slipping inside,” He muttered.

The laugh Eddie gave was bigger that time, but it wasn’t filled with mockery. He wasn’t laughing at him, just at the teenager-ish scenario that they’d all been in.

“She wasn’t a virgin, though. She liked teaching the–” Steve cut himself off when there was a hand slipping into his briefs.

“Good boy,” Eddie gave him a grin, watching Steve’s face as Harrington looked down at the bulge of hand working against him. Eds was able to visibly see the blush creeping onto Steve’s cheeks. “And she liked teaching the eager teen boys. That’s what you were going to say. What about your most recent time? On the outside?”

“Nancy,” He practically whispered, and Eddie pulled his hand out long enough to start pulling the underwear down and off. Steve was completely nude while Eddie was completely clothed and they both found it too hot for their own good.

“And did Nancy know how to take care of you?” Eddie leaned forward once the underwear was discarded, starting to trail kisses down his neck, his chest. Once he got down so far, he started to carefully push Steve back against the pillow.

“Eddie,” He started, but he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. That he didn’t want to go any further? That he didn’t want Nancy to be spoken about? That it felt so wrong but so right all at once?

“I don’t think that’s my name anymore,” Eddie paused his movements, stopping himself from moving down Steve’s body to instead look up at him. “Try again, Stevie.”

Steve was pretty sure his heart was going to hammer out of his chest, it was beating so hard.

He opened his mouth to try, but different words fell out. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Eddie corrected, leaning up on his knees to reach out and hold Steve’s face in his hands. If his hands weren’t so big, Steve could have pretended the gentle touch belonged to his ex that wasn’t front and center in his mind anymore.

For a second he wondered if she knew he’d gotten arrested, and then if she would answer him if he tried to write her a letter. Their breakup had been a little messy, physically on her side and mentally on his side.

Like we’re in love, and we’re partying. Yeah, let’s party, huh? Party. We’re partying. This is bullshit. It’s bullshit.

The memory of Nancy’s drunken words from the previous halloween faded when he felt lips pressing to his. They were soft, but eager, desperate to show who was in charge, and Steve submitted and shrunk down, a silent movement that proved he would obey.

Eddie only parted to catch his breath, looking at the boy beneath him for a good moment before he was moving downwards to settle between Steve’s legs.

“Is this bullshit?”

The words came out of Steve just as Eddie was about to slip his cock into his mouth. They surprised him, confused him, and he looked up at his boy through a too long fringe only to be met with blown, almost sad looking eyes. His brain was somewhere else, thinking of someone else.

Nancy.

“No, baby,” He murmured, shifting away from his cock to kiss whatever other skin he had access to. “Not bullshit. Nothing about this is bullshit. Just gonna take care of you.” His mouth settled on a spot on Steve’s inner thigh, and he sucked hard, wanting to leave dark enough hickies that Billy would still be able to see them when he was released.

Maybe he was marking his territory. Staking his claim. Billy had told him to, afterall.

“Take real good care of you,” He murmured some more, shifting to the other leg.

“You promise, Daddy?”

Eddie had to pause again, had to pull from his thighs in order to look back up at Steve upon hearing how small his voice sounded, how frightened and sad and broken it was.

“Yeah, baby. I promise.”

***

“Is this really necessary? It’s my sister,” Billy grumbled as the straps were tightened around his wrists. His ankles were already bound to the bottom of the bed. “I’m not going to do shit to her.”

“Just protocol, Mr. Hargrove.”

“I can’t even sit up?” Billy huffed. He hadn’t been surprised when they said he had a visitor refusing to leave. He had assumed Max would freak after getting his letter - but that meant she had gotten it and had forwarded it on. It hadn’t been held, he’d only given it to Eddie the day before last.

Creel hadn’t seen it.

“No sitting yet. Have to keep the pressure off your rear,” The woman said, unlocking the wheels the bed was on to start to wheel him out of the room and into a room nearby that would act as the makeshift visitor’s room. There were two guards inside, present and ready to monitor them, and it made Billy roll his eyes.

“What do you think I’m going to do? Attack her? I can’t fucking move,” He snapped, and the nurse relocked the wheels so the bed wouldn’t go anywhere.

As soon as she left, his kid sister was being ushered in. “Fuck, Billy. Are you alright?”

“What have I told you about coming to visit?” He gave her a look, raised his eyebrows.

“Not to, but–”

“Exactly. You shouldn’t be around a place like this, shitbird. You don’t belong around these types of people. It’s dangerous for you.”

“Too bad. I’m here. You can’t stop me,” She glanced him over. What she could see - his bound hands, his neck, his face - looked fine. No bruises. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. Cut got infected, that’s all,” He glanced in the direction of the guards. He couldn’t trust any of them now. He didn’t know which ones had been inside the room with him, had been inside of him. “I’m fine, Maxine.”

“Max,” She corrected, like always, and he smirked at her anger. “You’re not fine if they wouldn’t even let you get out of bed.”

“I’m alive, aren’t I? That means I’m fine. Stop worrying.” But then Max let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “Your hair’s gotten really long. Thought you didn’t like it too long.”

“You haven’t seen me in ages, Billy. Stop thinking I’m thirteen,” Her voice was gentle, though. He’d been locked away for years, hadn’t gotten the chance to watch her grow up. In his brain, she was permanently the bratty kid that he had to drive around Hawkins to appease his father. “It’s different now. I’m an adult. Helping Mom with the bills.”

Billy couldn’t stop staring at her. It had been awhile since she’d been by, sure, but he didn’t think it’d been that long. His annoying kid sister had vanished, replaced by someone much more womanly, someone that boys would want.

His face dropped into a scowl.

“You got a boyfriend then? Since you’re all grown up?”

Max rolled her eyes heavily. “I’m here to see if you’re okay, and you’re going to question if I have a boyfriend? This isn’t about me.”

“Not about me, either, dumbass. Didn’t ask you to come. Answer the question.”

“No, Billy, I don’t have a boyfriend,” She sighed and shook her head. “Don’t have the time for it, anyway.”

“If I find out you’re lying–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Max smiled. “I get it. You don’t have to say it.” But then Max ruffled around in her bag for something. It was a messenger bag rather than a purse, which Billy liked. His tomboy sister was still there, even if it was just a little bit. What she pulled out was a small bear, maybe 9 inches tall and looking a little ratty. It was old and made of patchwork pieces of fabric, and he recognized it instantly. It was his bear, the one his Mom had made for him when he was a little boy. It was a bear that his father had flung around and stomped on during his rages, a bear that held so many of his tears that he’d have to hang on the clothesline to make it dry again.

He hadn’t touched it since they’d moved to Hawkins years ago. It sat in a box, in his closet, with the rest of his things that he had from his mother that he couldn’t look at but couldn’t throw away, either.

“Found it when we were moving,” Max said gently. “Looks pretty worn. Figured maybe you might like it.”

Billy was silent. He’d be eaten alive if they knew big bad Billy Hargrove had a bear, but he knew someone that may have liked it – someone that may have been won over a bit by a soft present.

“Yeah. Alright. Thanks, shitbird. Could you just… under the blanket,” He tried to gesture with his bound hand and Max didn’t hesitate to slip the bear beneath the blanket. He’d keep it under there until Eddie snuck back to see him. The guards had clearly already checked through her bag and approved its contents, he didn’t have to show anyone that it was under there. He didn’t want anything to happen to it, as much as he hated his mother. “Might get you to bring me a few other things. I’ll let you know, send you a–”

“And who is this?”

The panic that hit Billy weighed more than a thousand bricks, nearly knocking the wind out of him. “Nobody. Just a friend.”

Creel stood in the doorway, hands folded in front of him and a thin smile on his face. “Oh? They let just anybody visit patients in the infirmary?”

Billy silently begged Max to leave with his eyes. Creel couldn’t find out about her being his sister. He couldn’t have any more information on him than he already did.

“Apparently. I was just on my way out,” Max glanced at the man, eyes flickering up and down, throwing the strap of her bag over her head before going to the door.

Creel shifted, blocking her from exiting. Billy slowly started to pull at the restraints; Creel could do anything to her and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. Slowly his chest started to heave.

“Do you need something? I’m going to be late for work,” Max asked him.

“Where is it you work, dear?”

The man gave Max the worst vibes she’d ever felt. It was obvious he was a guard– from the uniform he had on– but then it hit her. This was him, the One that was always secretly spoken about in the letters. The person Chrissy had tried to warn Billy about. She glanced back at her brother, who looked paralyzed with fear, and it made her stomach drop.

“Don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Creel’s smile widened a bit and he looked at Billy. “Fiesty one, she is. Almost reminds me of you, 62097. Even more so now that I’ve suddenly remembered only immediate family members can visit inmates in the infirmary.”

Max was thankfully a quick thinker and she came up with a plan the second she decided she didn’t want her brother left alone with the man that had the devil in his eyes. “Excuse me, Nurse?” She called out the open doorway, shoving past Creel to find the woman that was waiting outside to bring Billy back to the infirmary. “He’s not feeling really well. Think you should get him back to the infirmary.”

The eyes she met when she looked back to Creel were angry. She’d ruined his fun before it’d even begun.

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