You're Mine
Pairing: Michael Myers | The Shape × Evan Macmillan | The Trapper
Warning(s): NSFW
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It was a stormy night; Rain pouring down onto the mansion that the fourteen killers resided in. Most lollied around out of bored boredom, like Max and Phillip, but others were doing more productive things, such as cooking or cleaning. Trapper was in the ritual room, mumbling under his breath in an unknown language as he spoke with the Entity. It was a normal daily thing, mostly due to Evan's strict schedule he stuck to for the Entity.
A unknown noise from the door made Evan stop. Out of the corner of his mask, a familiar smiling doctor stood leaned up against a wall, clearly annoyed. "You think your special?" Herman began, rolling his pulled open eyes as Evan cocked his head to the side. "Just because you've been in this realm longer doesn't make you special, pretty boy. You're the weakest of us all. Even the nurse is better than you, and she's the slowest killer than the rest of us."
Evan snarled, stepping forward and holding the man in question by the collar. "For a doctor, you've got something wrong with you. Your whole kit is just electrocute and smack survivors with whatever the fuck you call your weapon." Herman chuckled. "Don't get all mad on me now, I'm just telling you that you're weak!" The Doctor didn't need to flinch of do anything, seeing Trapper fuming with anger was already funny.
"Don't you fucking laugh, you sentimental fucking excuse of a doctor! I don't know who pissed in your damn cereal, but I'm not having this shit right now!" Evan growled lowly as his fingers reached for the doctor's neck. Unfortunately, Evan was grabbed by his collar and dragged backwards into the arms of Michael Myers.
"Myers! This isn't the time!" Evan whined and struggled, Michael standing strong and not moving an inch, then began to drag Evan away from the Doctor. Evan was quick to comply, only moments away from shutting Herman's mouth for good for a while.
An airy chuckle breathed through Michael's mask as he kicked his door in to enter, along with Evan. Evan walked in, still fuming but calming down. "You shouldn't have intervened, Michael," Evan scolded as he sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Michael pick up his notepad to write. The Entity let's us do whatever we please, only that we don't kill each other because reenacting us takes to much energy from it, Evan It read.
"It would only be this once," Evan whined slightly, causing Michael to softly chuckle. Let's not forget; You aren't just the Entity's, Evan The paper read as Evan rose an eyebrow, a soft grin under Michael's mask. How about I remind you who you also belong too, yes? Evan had just finished reading as Michael pushed him against the wall, the notepad draping to the ground with a light thud. Trapper couldn't help the smirk that twitched onto his lips, "That's funny—I thought you were the one that belonged to me, pretty boy."
Micheal had lifted his mask above his nose, a smirk playing on his lips as if challenging Evan. They had already done it once or twice, but this time. They weren't gonna go easy on each other. Not anymore.
Michael attacked Evan's neck with kisses and bites. A moment of searching and he struck gold when he found the tender spot on the man's neck, sucking and biting to draw hickeys for the others to see. Evan was his and his alone. If he could have it his way, he wouldn't even allow The Entity to touch him. Wasting no time at all, Michael twirled his knife in his free hand and cut right through the fabric separating skin from skin. He wasn't worried about the fabric, The Entity would give them new clothes anyway. Throwing Evan on his bed, Michael crawled over the large man to kiss and stroke, hands tracing past scars from previous love making and trials. A possessive growl rumbled in Michael's throat, lips training down to Evan's chest as the man groaned. Evan grunted, tugging harshly on Michael's mask.
"Dammit, Myers, let me see you!" Evan barked, yanking the latex from the blonde's head. Michael's eyes made Evan shake in anticipation. They were so blue, piercing and full of greed and lust that he hadn't noticed Michael's finger trail up his thigh and right to his ass. Evan shivered at Michael's soft touches. It didn't process until Michael gave him a hard squeeze. This cause Evans breathing to hitch and get caught in his throat. That's what Michael was good for. Teasing. Dragging out. Making you suffer before you got to the real fun. Evan wasn't going to have any of that. He was going to show Michael that he belong to him as much as he belonged to Michael.
He quickly flipped them, moving until Michael was on his stomach. Evan leaning down and attacking his neck this time as his member rest against his entrance. "Come on, Michael," Evan purred into his ear, hands trailing up his chest. "Who do you belong to, hmm?"
Michael grunted when he felt himself being filled, face red and flustered as he buried his face in a pillow. Michael's lips parted slightly. Evan growled as he pushed himself all the way in and rested at the hilt. He gripped Michael's jaw and made him turn slightly to look at him, lips inches away from each other. "I'm not moving till I hear you say it."
His words were low; husky and rich like chocolate and honey. Michael caved into his words, lips parting just a bit. "You...I belong....to you...." Michael's voice was scratchy and husky, most likely due to not talking for years and still learning to pronounce. It didn't matter though, Evan loved it when he spoke. It sent shivers down his back with how deep it could get.
"Good boy," He said, smirking and chuckling before he pulled back and slammed in, causing Michael to let out a surprised grunt of pleasure. Evan's smirk only grew as he began to pound his way against Michael, him in turn panting and grunting. Both men started to sweat, the wet sound of skin on skin and the ignored sound bed repeatedly hit the wall, no doubt causing it to scratch and dent the wallpaper. The dim light from the lantern was enough to illuminate both men, causing the atmosphere to become rich with mystery and lust.
"Eh—van," Micheal grunted, fingers tearing at the sheets as he tried to stay stable underneath the harsh fucking he was being given. His beady blue eyes, once filled to the brim with hatred and bloodlust were misted over with lust and love. He was in pure ecstasy, a groan grumbling in his throat.
Evan moaned, gripping Michael's hips as he violently smacked and thrusted into Michael. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down his cheeks, turning his head as he kissed Evan with hot passion. Evan's animalistic growls and groans reverberating off the shell of his ear, making his toes curl and a whine escape his lips when Evan angled him the right way. The sounds he made along with Evan had dulled in his ears, only hearing white noise as he grunted in embarrassing release. Evan grunted and picked up for a minute and then he growled in his own release, the backboard of the bed making a squealing noise as they stopped and sunk next to each other.
"Shit, Michael," Evan panted, fingers trailing down Michael's chest. Michael made a soft noise of recognition, his breathing a little strained. He had never made this much noise before and it was taking a toll on him, but it was worth it. His legs hurt slightly and shook just a bit—he had experienced being shot over and over again, so he was fine. Evan purred quietly as his hands cupped his cheeks. "I guess I am yours, and you're mine, right?" Michael response was cuddling with the larger man.
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Downstairs, Herman chuckled to himself—did he just get Evan laid? Max had a confused look on his face and Phillip seemed horrified to hear such the noises. That poor bed Herman thought with a laugh. Even down the Hall, Herman could hear the animalistic growls coming from one of the two men. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he removed his guards and slipped on a pair of glasses to read.
At least Evan won't be bothering him for a while.
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I decided to repost this on Tumblr so anyone who likes Shapper Smut can read it! There's not much of this ship around anymore, and I'll be sure to write some more!
This post is dedicated to @renlvbon for being my newest inspiration (And I hope you feel better!) and @ameliafireheart for the support♡!
