Steve tries not to take Billy's words into heart and leads him further into his house. He's put up Halloween decorations everywhere to fit the mood, and lit several candles. He's also put some pain and effort into making some snacks for them, baking some cookies too and had raided his parents' liquor cabinet, pulling out a huge bottle of red wine.

Billy whistles lowly, appreciating the effort Steve's put into all of this at least. Not knowing that Steve could cook and bake too. Even if has to put up his usual jackass act and make fun of Steve's costume, throwing terrible vampire puns at him. He even takes a sniff at the wine glass in his hand, poking his tongue out and sticking the tip into the red liquid. Just to make sure Harrington's not an actual freak, and it's not real blood.

Steve rolling his eyes at Billy because seriously, this guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Even if the sight of Billy flicking his tongue out to taste the wine makes Steve feel slightly hotter. And it isn't just because of the wine already circling in his system.

Once they'd sat down on Steve's couch to watch the Lost Boys, Billy can't literally shut up (not that he ever could) about David's blond mullet and the dangle earring, 'cause ya know, he's so fucking cool'. Proceeds to run his fingers through his own mullet and lightly touches his own earring, giving Steve a proud wink and a grin, like they are literally the best thing about him. To which Steve merely snorts at and shakes his head, trying his hardest not to blush at Billy's stupid little wink.

Hargrove just knows how to make things awkward between them. And somehow, it turns Steve on even more.

But Billy keeps blabbering nonstop also because according to him, the relationship between Michael and David is so not straight.

"Harrington. What kind of gay movie is this anyway? You sure you picked this from the horror section and just some weird... gay vampire porn section?"

Not that Billy would know anything about gay porn. He would never. Steve proceeds to roll his eyes yet again, probably for the hundredth time during that night already, and tells Billy to shut up and have some more wine. Which is exactly what Billy does.

Later when the movie's credits are finally rolling and they're both pretty drunk (Billy especially because Steve had to fetch another wine bottle just for him), Billy's sitting shirtless on the floor, between Steve’s legs who’s sitting on the couch, also shirtless now, his knees resting on each side of Billy’s body.

And Billy's head is spinning just a little bit; there's that pleasant heat circling in his chest and belly from all that wine he's consumed so far. He's drunk but not too drunk to feel sick yet. And he kind of wants to just get up and get moving, do something about that light spinning in his head – anything but lie against his former rival like they’re suddenly in love or something.

But at the same time, he also very much enjoys having the heat of Steve's body against his back. The scent of Steve's cologne filling his senses, the somewhat rough surface of his dark jeans pressing against his back, which however, doesn't feel entirely unpleasant. And Billy just… leans back.

When Steve feels Billy leaning back against him, into his lap and basically into his crotch, his heart begins rapidly racing too. Heat gathering down in his belly and in his groin, and he’s suddenly praying that he’s not going to pop a boner against Hargrove’s back. Because that would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

But then again, Billy is the one leaning into him. Doesn't seem to mind their closeness and isn't showing signs of pulling away. Almost like he wants it.

It does raise a few questions in Steve's head; questions that he almost wants to ask. But he decides against it at the last minute and zips his lips tightly before he can say something that he might regret later on.

Instead, he's leaning forward, closer to Billy, and places his arms on his shoulders without a second thought. Testing the waters, wanting to see how Billy’s reacting to his touch. Lightly resting his head against Billy’s even though it’s probably a dumb move – Hargrove could headbutt him any second and give him a concussion – but with the alcohol running in his system, Steve isn’t thinking straight either. So, he leans his head against Billy’s, feeling the soft curls on his cheek. His breath falling hot on the other man’s neck though he isn’t really aware of it.

Then Billy surprises him by leaning even further between his legs, almost slumping backwards into his lap, and Steve could swear that hears Billy hum. A small, low hum in his throat.

And the soft sound that Billy does deep in his throat, also does things to Steve. He’s really fighting the urge not to pop a boner against Billy's back now. Knowing he must be pretty desperate, lusting after his former rival because he hadn't gotten laid in a long time. But fuck, he would be lying if he said that Billy Hargrove wasn't one hot son of a bitch. Making Steve seriously question his sexuality, even though he’s already had a threesome with Tommy and Carol once, making out with Tommy in front of Carol because they were both high and she thought it was hot, but that was different.

Tommy wasn't Billy. And Billy wasn't Tommy. No, Billy Hargrove was something else, something more.

And Billy’s breathing is hitches lightly too when he feels Steve's breath falling hot on his neck. Closing his eyes and almost instinctively tilting his head to the side - like he's offering himself for an easy meal for the other man. Like he wants Steve to feast on his neck. 'Cause Steve’s a vampire tonight and vampires suck, ha ha.

And then, Steve's lifting his head from Billy's neck, his pink lips almost brushing against the soft, sensitive ear of Billy Hargrove – the one where his precious dangle earring is hanging from – and without second thought, whispering the first thing that comes to his mind, in Billy’s ear:

"I could you suck you dry, Hargrove."

His voice is husky, a little bit slurred, both from the wine and the fact that his brain had just escaped his skull and had taken control of his dick now. And Billy knows Steve's just as drunk as he is. Not thinking straight, just like Billy isn't thinking straight right now. The heat pooling in his stomach, clenching from arousal just from thinking about having Steve's mouth on him, those sinful, fucking pink lips of his sucking him to the very last drop.

"That another freaky vampire fantasy of yours, Harrington?"

Because Billy just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. And this time, he actually wants to slap himself for that.

Surprisingly, Steve doesn't pull away this time; he actually snorts at his response. Billy frowning and tensing just a little bit because he doesn't know how Steve's going to react. His breath getting even heavier, almost whimpering when Steve slowly moves his hands away from his shoulders - wanting to reach for them and pull them back on him. But then they are snaking past Billy's arms, over his chest, and Billy damn near jolts when those long, sinful fingers are suddenly finding his nipples and pinching at them.

It doesn't hurt; it doesn't even feel unpleasant. But his nipples are just so goddamn sensitive,and he almost curses aloud because he realizes he’s reacted like a sensitive, little bitch now. Like he’s some fucking virgin and getting touched for the first time. Something that Harrington’s bound to notice and could easily make fun of. And now Billy’s dick had suddenly taken interest in the situation too, rapidly chubbing up in his pants. Just from having his nipples toyed with.

His eyes remain closed, holding his breath and tensing his body but he could almost swear that Harrington’s smiling against cheek - that smug son of a bitch. Bet he's thought about doing that to Billy for a long time, and now he's finally getting the reaction he’s been looking for and getting a kick out of it.

To make matters even worse, Steve tilts his head again and actually lets his lips brush against the soft skin of Billy's sensitive ear. Brushing ever so lightly but enough to make Billy shiver. Even flicking his tongue out, dragging the wet tip against the length of his earlobe, like Billy wasn't already struggling to keep his dick in his pants.

"It's not your blood that I want to suck, Hargrove. If you catch my drift."

Turning it into another breathless, husky whisper. Nibbling at Billy's ear ever so slightly.

And yeah, Billy catches his drift. Catches it very well indeed.

In fact, he can’t even really help it this time - he actually groans softly at Steve’s words. Feeling ashamed that he'd suddenly let it slip past his lips, like he no longer had any control over his own body, because now he definitely sounds like one big, needy bitch. One of those bitches that the old King Steve would bring here just to bed them, every fucking weekend, just to pop their sweet little cherries.

Because while Steve might've lost his crown and most of his friends, he sure as fuck hadn't lost his charm. If he could fuck Billy with that husky voice of his, those words and those long fingers of his, he would. And Billy would absolutely let him.

Billy's heard all aboutKing Steve, all those stories, because Steve’s old buddy Tommy had kindly filled him in. That Steve’s dick has seen a lot of action – that half of the Hawkins High’s girls were singing and writing ballads of his nine inches. Or was it even ten. Billy could honestly not keep up with Tommy’s stories anymore.

And it's not like Billy even bought into those stories, not really. Tommy Hagan was mostly full of shit, so at least half of what he’s said had to be bullshit. And while Billy could at least admit that he’d been checking Steve out in the school’s showers because hey, he was curious to see if the king even lived up to his reputation - and then deemed that Steve was decent sized at least. But hung like a horse? It's not like Billy could even see Steve's dick properly or anything because he didn't want to openly stare at his junk while there were other jocks in the room too, but still.

Steve couldn't possibly be that big, right?

Besides, that's not why Billy had come here tonight, anyway. He hadn't come here because he was feeling lonely, actually harboring a massive crush on Harrington (even if he was absolutely terrible at showing it) or hoping to test some silly rumors regarding King Steve.

Because... Steve Harrington is straight, he only likes girls. That's what everybody says, all the time.

Billy had come here to party, get drunk with Steve because frankly speaking, he was sick of drinking with Tommy and Carol. Sick of hearing their stupid voices, understanding perfectly why Steve ditched them in the end. And because Billy wanted to get away from Vicki Carmichael as well, because the dumb broad just couldn't take the hint.

And yet... When Steve had whispered those sinful words in his ear, taking Billy completely off guard, practically taking his breath away as well and making his dick thicken his pants, Billy might've just been convinced that maybe, just maybe, Steve wasn't so straight, after all.

That maybe he wanted Billy, too.

It was at least enough to fill him up with hope, dreams and desires. Dreams and desires that Billy might've kept inside of him for a a long time now because those things he’d dreamed about would never happen, and Steve would never reciprocate those kinds of feelings anyway.

But then, Steve was whispering those sinful words in Billy's ear. Making all the rational thoughts escape Billy's brain as well. Because he had never been too good at thinking anyway; just acting on his feelings.

He knows it could be a mistake. Steve could be just fucking with him. Making fun of him, toying with his feelings. Wanting to test the waters, test him, see if his old King Steve charm could work on Billy too. Because Hargrove isn't gay, is he?

But the truth is, the longer Billy sits there, leaning against his old enemy (and his secret crush), the more he starts to realize that he doesn’t even really give a fuck anymore. That he probably should but doesn’t. Figures he's got nothing to lose, and if does, he doesn't really care if he loses it.

He’s come here for a reason. And he isn’t willing to back down anymore.

Because Billy Hargrove isn’t a pussy.

So, he gives Steve a small, tentative nod after a while. Breathing heavily through his nose as he tries to gather his thoughts and mentally pull himself together, prepare himself for the possible, disappointing blow; a pitiful sneer from the king’s lips.

But Steve doesn't do that. He stalls and his breath hitches too. Billy could still feel him warm against his back, his breath hot and lingering against his neck. But Steve doesn't do anything, doesn’t say anything - it's like Billy had suddenly broken him.

Billy then opens his eyes and turns his head slowly, readying himself to meet Steve's big hazel eyes with his bright blue ones. Steve has taken those stupid fangs off and his pretty face is still covered in white paint, his eyes framed with black eyeshadow. But fuck, if he isn’t just gorgeous in Billy’s eyes. And he knows he’s doomed.

The slow descent of dark, heavy eyelashes against freckled cheekbones as Billy finally whispers breathlessly:

"Do it then, big boy. Suck me dry."

~*~

And that's exactly what Steve does. Sucking Billy dry, to the last drop, like he’s absolutely thirsty for him. Then later claims him, in his bed and completely wrecks him until he’s shaking. Steve’s former rival quickly learning that those stories about his nine or ten inches were not just rumors, and he’s loving every single inch of it.

Billy suddenly wants to write ballads about it too, then howl them into the night like a wolf, or a werewolf (which he soon regrets not having dressed up as for this Halloween).

It really is the best fucking Halloween Billy Hargrove's ever had.

Being sucked and claimed by Count Harrington, in his big bed, in his big castle. Together curing their loneliness, feeding into each other's fantasies, then curled up in his bed together, kissing each other silly – the faint moonlight shining through the curtains.

And Billy’s certain he’s made the right decision to come here tonight. Wanting to do it again and again.

So, maybe next Halloween?

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