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Ever since Will Byers was a little kid, he'd known that he was different. His mom had tried to explain it as carefully as possible, but he understood well enough. His fate was chosen for him.

To make a long story short, someone with very powerful magic (likely a god of some sort) had grown bored one day, and decided that the best way to cure said boredom was to create a prophecy. Two boys, they'd said, one destined to be a villain, and one destined to be his downfall. Let's see what happens.

In Will's opinion, it was probably the worst way to solve boredom, but he'd have to live with it. 

As Will had grown older, he'd started to really realize what his destiny meant. The prophecy was a pretty high-profile thing, so everyone knew about him. He had trouble making friends, going out, living life. He was teased and bullied, and overall decided it was best to just keep to himself. He'd grown up with an understanding that nobody could change their fate. Once it was decided, that's how it would be. Most people just didn't know what their fate was, so they had a perfectly easy time ignoring it. 

But here's the thing: Will is good. He knows he is. He's always known. The prophecy had to be wrong, because Will didn't have a mean bone in his body. He couldn't even kill a fly (literally. One time he had tried, and was promptly sent to tears for over an hour). Will was one hundred percent sure that he was a good person, so he'd made a decision. He would ignore the prophecy, pretend it was like somebody else, and do his best to be good. For a while, this plan worked perfectly. It got to the point that Will truly felt like the prophecy was about someone else, and he had never been led astray.

Then, one fateful day, Mike Wheeler walked into his class.

~~~~~~~

The moment the guy joined Will's (previously empty) table, Will knew. This was the other half of the prophecy, and the guy destined to be Will's downfall.

"Hi." The guy said, beaming and holding out a hand for Will to shake. "I'm Mike."

Will immediately hated Mike. He was everything Will wasn't—effortlessly handsome, charismatic, clearly fit (if the muscles Will could see under his t-shirt were any indication), with pale (slightly freckled) skin and jet black curly hair. Will was...not that. He was awkward, shy, and didn't consider himself very desirable, especially not with the stupid haircut his mom had given him his whole life (he'd finally managed to get it a little messier, so his brown locks could grow slightly wavy, but it wasn't much of an improvement). Yes, it was clear to see: Mike was born to be Will's polar opposite. 

...And no way was Will going to befriend someone who was created to be his downfall.

"...You do know that this table is empty for a reason, right?" Will asked, voice deadpan. 

"Um...okay?" Mike replied, retracting the hand he'd offered when Will ignored it. "But in case you haven't noticed, every other table is filled."

Will snorted. "Yeah, like anyone here wouldn't love to have you join them. Here, you can even take your chair with you. Trust me, you do not want to take a group centered class with me."

Mike, completely missing Will's hints, just flashed his nauseatingly perfect smile, and replied, "That's fine, I'd rather you not be alone."

"Listen, dude." Will said, patience running thin. "Go ask anyone in the school why I'm here alone. Then see if you actually want to be here."

"Challenge accepted." Mike smirked, rising and heading towards another table. 

There. Will thought, Now I won't have to deal with him again. Who would want to sit with their—

"Yeah, no, that just made me want to be over here more." Mike said, plopping back down across from Will. "We're going to have to get to know each other eventually, right? Why not start now?"

Will wanted desperately to continue to argue with Mike, but he bit his tongue. Arguing is a slippery slope. He reminded himself.

"I mean, as long as you know what you're getting into, I guess." Will shrugged.

~~~~~~~

Will ignored Mike's confused face when he was called out of class early. It was like that every day, that's why he went to the kind of school he did. They stayed in one classroom all day, and never had to sit at single desks. It was a great group building environment for anyone but Will Byers. It was easy for Will to be pulled out early, though, so it was the best choice. It also didn't hurt that a lot of his peers and teachers had powers of their own, so the school paid more attention to that than many others would. Nobody properly bullied him there, and nobody bothered him either. Just how he liked it. 

Will arrived at the lab, following his usual routine. A nurse met him at the door, ushered him to a sterile, white room, with horrible florescent lights, and then Dr. Creel entered. Will took a seat on one side of the desk, and Dr. Creel sat facing him. The back wall of the room was fitted with a large mirror, though Will knew it was really a two-way mirror. Everyone knew that, but nobody mentioned it. 

"William." Dr. Creel greeted him, an almost smile on his face. Will just stared at him, face blank.

This was all Will's father's fault. His mother had tried to fight it, but his dad insisted. "We need to just get it over with." He'd insisted. "No more letting him pretend that he can change his fate." 

Later, Will found out that his dad had only gotten the idea in his head when Dr. Creel reached out, but by then it was too late. Will was part of Dr. Creel's experiment. Since the age of eleven, Will had been under his control.

"Since you...weren't responsive to yesterday's test." Dr. Creel began. "I've decided to take a different approach. The rat I'm about to bring in is connected to an IV. If you don't use your powers to quickly put it out of its misery, it will die a slow and painful death."

Will said nothing, only braced himself as Dr. Creel rose from his seat, and left to retrieve the rat. When he returned, he was holding a metal cage, with the rat inside. The cage was placed on the table, and Dr. Creel left. To go spy from the window, Will knew. 

There were several minutes of silence, where Will didn't move, just watching the IV drip, and trying to figure out how not to kill the rat. he wasn't a vet, he didn't know how to remove the IV...but maybe he could stop it from actually working.

Will stood, backing up a few steps, then reached out his hand, tensing his muscles, and focusing on the collection of power at his fingertips. There was a brief moment where he glanced at the rat, and felt a flicker of near excitement, but he pushed it down, and stared at the IV's medicine bag. 

Pop!

The bag exploded, liquid flying everywhere, and the rat jumped up, skuttling around in its cage. Will lifted his head, locking eyes with the window as if daring Dr. Creel to try harder.

That, it turned out, was a really stupid choice. Behind Will, the door opened. He felt a sharp pain in his upper arm, and then he was falling to his knees, vision blacking out.

~~~~~~~

"Where did you go yesterday?" Mike asked the next day, once again joining Will's table. 

"Doesn't matter." Will said.

"Were you sick?" Mike pried.

"No."

"Oh."

A beat, filled only with Mike staring into Will's soul, then,

"I went to a lab. I do every day." Will explained, unable to stop himself.

"Oh." Mike said again. "So, like, what do you do there?"

"An evil doctor does experiments to try to get me to kill stuff." Will explains, voice flat.

"...You're joking, right?" Mike asks.

"Nope. That's what you get when your destiny is to be a villain." Will shrugged. 

"That's...awful. It can't be legal." 

"I don't know if it is or isn't, I just know that I can't stop going."

"Why?" Mike asked.

"I can't tell you that." Will replied. 

This was the truth. Even Will wasn't entirely sure what Dr. Creel had done to him, but he knew it wasn't good. Dr. Creel was...not entirely human. Will could still remember the feeling of the vine down his throat...

~~~Five Years Earlier~~~

Will was eleven years old. He'd been taught to trust doctors, but even though Dr. Creel hadn't given him any signs he wasn't a regular doctor yet, Will decided he did not like Dr. Creel. 

"You just need to show me what you can do, William."

"No."

"It must be so hard, locking away your powers like this."

"Not really."

"Just crush the can, Will."

"No."

Dr. Creel had sighed. "I suppose we'll do this the hard way."

Then the vines were snaking towards Will, he opened his mouth to protest, and they were inside it, slimy and disgusting. Will went limp, and Dr. Creel lifted him onto the table, laying him gently on his back. That was the only thing gentle about it, though, as the vines reached down Will's throat, cutting off his...

Air. Will needed air. He gasped and choked, writhing against the table. Dr. Creel called more vines, then, snaking around Will's arms and legs, pinning him down.

"We're going to do great things together, William." Dr. Creel said, and then the vine had started pumping something into Will's body. Something evil. Will's eyes rolled back into his head, every bone in his body fighting the darkness that was trying to make itself at home there. Will pushed it back, trying as hard as he could to ignore how right the darkness felt. 

Then, he lost consciousness.

~~~Present Day~~~

Mike continued to sit at Will's table for two weeks. Every day, Will would leave early, and every day, he'd refuse to do what Dr. Creel asked him to.

Every day, he'd return to school, and Mike would ask if he's okay, and Will would give a noncommittal answer. 

Every day, Mike would spend hours talking Will's ear off, and Will would fight back the urge to strangle him. 

~~~~~~~

"So, do you have powers too?" Mike asked one day.

"Mhm." Will nodded, focusing more on his notebook than on Mike.

"Cool. What kind?"

"I'm not sure."

"How aren't you sure?"

"I don't use them."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd probably kill someone if I did." 

"Oh."

"Yeah."

~~~~~~~

Every year, when it was time for winter assignments, Will would complete his on his own. He'd never even considered having a partner, since everyone knew he liked to be left alone, and nobody really wanted to sit with a villain-to-be.

This year, however, Will was going to have to work with Mike.

"Alright, class!" Will's teacher smiled, clapping his hands together excitedly. "As you know, I assign a project over winter break every year, and since this is the last day of school before then, here's your assignment! You are to work with your teammates to create a presentation on your favorite historical hero, or hero story! I'm excited to see what you all come up with!"

Oh, this was fucked.

~~~~~~~

Mike Wheeler was coming over to Will's house. To spend the night. It was the worst possible scenario for Will, but it was out of his hands. He had appointments at the lab every day except for the weekends, so in order to get their project done in time, it was best that Mike came over on a Saturday, spent the night, and left on Sunday evening. 

Cue Will Byers' Weekend of Hell.

"Hi, Will!" Mike smiled when he arrived.

"Hi." Will replied. "Um, welcome to my house."

"Not very enthusiastic there, are ya?" Mike teased, but there was something behind his eyes...

Was Mike actually bothered by the fact that Will didn't like him? He couldn't possibly think that Will would actually fall for his stupid charms...nobody in their right mind would fall for someone destined to kill them.

"Sorry." Will said. "My room's over here, come on, I'll show you where to put your stuff."

~~~~~~~

Mike and Will spent a bit creating a sort of makeshift bed for Mike on the floor. The boys had gone running through Will's house, stealing all the extra pillows and arranging them on Will's floor. Then, Will had retrieved a fitted sheet, and they'd spent a good fifteen minutes trying to fit it over the pillows. Will would never properly admit it, and he was still wary of Mike, but he actually cracked a bit of a smile at the ridiculous struggle. 

Finally, Mike had been able to lay his sleeping bag on top of the makeshift mattress, and Will had crawled onto his own bed, opening his computer.

"You don't happen to already have a favorite hero story, do you?" Will asked. "Because that would make this much easier, considering I try to avoid all of that stuff."

"Hmm." Mike thought for a moment, then perked up. "I know! What about us?"

"Us?" 

"Yeah! Think about it! The prophecy was created ages before we were born, it totally counts as historical, and we both know it by heart!"

"No." Will decided.

"What, you don't know it?" Mike asked, head tilted like a confused puppy.

"Of course I know it—I'm saying no, we're not doing that."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"But why are you saying so?"

"I don't need to answer that."

"Well do you have any better ideas?"

"No."

"So we'll do this!"

"No!"

"Give me a reason, then!"

"It hasn't even happened! How's that?"

"Not good enough!"

"I don't know what you want from me, Mike!"

"...I want to know why you hate me so much."

...What?

"I...I don't hate you, Mike." Will lied.

"But you do, though." Mike said. "It's not my fault destiny's like this, but you can't change fate, so..."

"So you admit that you're really going to go along with it, then." Will stated.

"What—Will—There's nothing I can do about it!" Mike said.

"Says who?" Asked Will.

"Will. You know as well as I do that you can't change your destiny."

"But what if you could?"

"I...you can't."

"I'm not a bad person, Mike. I'm about the farthest thing from a villain to ever exist."

"Maybe the destiny wasn't talking about you, then."

"We both know it was. I felt it when I saw you, and I know you felt it too."

"Sure I did, but we could be wrong—"

"We're not."

~~~~~~~

Will awoke in the middle of the night, cold sweat running down his back. He slowly lifted a shaky hand up to his face, wincing when he felt the blood under his nose. He'd had another nightmare, but this one was of Mike. A slightly older Mike, staring at Will, with an expression of hurt all over his face. That's what had woken Will up. He'd realized that he didn't want to hurt Mike. He didn't even want to hate him. 

...But destiny wanted them to hate each other.

Will sat up, careful not to wake Mike, and reached for the tissue box on his nightstand. He was in the middle of wiping the blood from his face when Mike sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, hair adorably rumpled.

"Will? What time 's it?" Mike slurred, obviously groggy.

"The middle of the night, Mike, go back to sleep." Will said, vision clouding. He knew what this was—whenever this happened, it meant that Will wasn't all himself. It meant he was lost in a middle zone, like he wasn’t totally awake.

"'Re you okay?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, trust me, Mike."

"...That's not particularly reassuring." Mike said, definitely more awake now.

Will closed his eyes, tilting his head up as his nose started to bleed again. He felt the bed dip next to where he was propped up against the wall, and knew Mike was sitting next to him. Why did that make his heart race?

"You're bleeding." Mike said, voice low.

"It happens sometimes." Will told him.

"Why?"

Will hesitated. Something about the cover of night made him want to tell Mike everything. Maybe if he told Mike, that's how they'd change the prophecy.

"You know the lab I told you about?" Will asked.

"Yeah...?"

"Well, something's not right with the doctor there. When I was eleven, he...I can't really explain it, but ever since then, I've been linked to something...something dark. It's like a monster, and sometimes I feel like I'm its spy. Its vessel. I don't know, I feel like I'm going crazy..."

"Hey." Mike said, voice soft and comforting. Will felt a hand placed over his own, and he finally moved his head to see what was happening. Mike was holding his hand, and it made everything feel tingly. "It's okay. I understand. But if you're going crazy, then I am too. We're in this together, yeah?"

It was like Mike was designed to be perfect in every way. He actually probably was.

"So, you're saying we'll go crazy together." Will clarified, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Crazy together."

Will wasn’t sure when he and Mike had drifted back off to sleep, but that morning, he’d woken up tangled in Mike’s arms.

Surprisingly, he didn’t mind

~~~~~~~

Time continued to pass, and Will and Mike grew closer, becoming friends for real. Will confided in Mike, and Mike…was still coming to terms with the idea that maybe destiny could be changed after all. 

Despite the boys’ determination, though, they kept growing into stereotypical versions of themselves. Mike, who had incredibly strong telekinesis, continued to train his power, and got handsomer by the day, while Will continued to shrink into himself, becoming rather reclusive. Dr. Creel definitely didn’t help with any of this, continuing to push Will more and more as time went on.

“I’ve decided to try a new approach.” Dr. Creel said one day, when Will arrived. “What if I told you that your subconscious mind wants to give in?”

”What?” Will asked.

“What if I told you that every time you were unconscious, your mind gave in to the darkness?” Dr. Creel said, voice dripping with evil.

”I’d say you were lying.” Will said.

”Oh, but I’m not. I have everything to prove it too.”

One of the nurses entered the room then, wheeling in a little TV on a cart. Dr. Creel pressed a button, and the screen flashed on, showing security camera footage. Of Will.

Will watched with wide eyes as he, in some sort of trance, walked around the room, doing everything Dr. Creel instructed him to. 

In one clip, Will crushed three soda cans in a row. The next, he shattered the two-way mirror. It was the last clip, though, that made Will’s stomach sink. He watched in horror as Dr. Creel brought back in the cage with the rat, and Will put his hand out…

Will’s eyes snapped shut. He’d tried so hard, he’d thought he’d resisted, but there it was, a highlight reel of the last five years, that he’d apparently spent giving in to his fate.

”I can live inside your mind, William.” Dr. Creel taunted, leaning close. “In fact, I already do. There is no escape.”

”That’s not me.” Will said.

”Oh, but it is.” Dr. Creel assured him, and Will could hear the wicked smile on his face. “You failed. But I have the control now. We will be great together, William. Terrible, but great.”

Snap.

~~~~~~~

Will was trapped inside himself. It was like every other time Dr. Creel had put him in a trance, with one key difference: Will was conscious.

He felt his legs move, but he didn’t know where he was going. He got into the car, but he couldn’t control what he said. When he got to his room, he tried to force himself to write, but he couldn’t move his hands.

Will was a puppet, and Dr. Creel held the strings.

As Will lay down in his bed, he tried to send a desperate message with his mind. But who would believe him?

“Mike,” he thought, imagining his voice projecting over miles, straight into Mike’s mind. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but I’m not me. Don’t trust—“

Will was cut off before he could finish. Maybe that meant it worked? Will had no more time to think, however, before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~~~

Will felt himself fashioning a mask. It was the last piece of the outfit he’d been unintentionally collecting. He’d bought and stolen armor, and pulled out a black ling sleeved shirt, and some black leather pants to go with it.

This was it, the day the prophecy came true. And Will could do nothing to stop it. It had been nearly two weeks of this, only ever being let partially out of Dr. Creel’s control. He couldn’t speak freely, even on the rare occasion that he had control of his limbs. Mike never gave any signs that Will’s message had gotten through, so Will assumed it hadn’t. He wanted to tell Mike everything, let Mike have what he’d been dreaming of forever. His knight-in-shining armor moment, a chance to save someone.

Me. Will thought, I want him to save me.

The mask done, Will traveled to the mall. Starcourt. It was a huge deal, and on a Saturday morning, it’d be extra busy. Will felt himself float up to the glass dome ceiling. He didn’t know he could fly. That must’ve been something Dr. Creel discovered while he was in a trance.

Will wasn’t sure what to expect when he got to the rooftop, but Mike Wheeler standing on the roof, wearing hero’s armor that was clearly professionally made for him was definitely not high on Will’s list.

”Mike?” He wanted to ask.

”Go away, Wheeler.” Is what he spat instead, hand already flexed, power waiting at his fingertips.

”Will. This isn’t you.” Mike said, and Will got déjà vu. He’d already lived this moment—in a nightmare from months ago.

“But what if it is?” Will smirked. Then, his expression changed to one of mock-pity. “Oh no, did wittle Mikey think that his Will actually cared for him? Wanted to be friends with him?”

”Will—“

”Mike, please, that’s not me—“

”You did, didn’t you? Oh my God, that’s pathetic. You really think I would be friends with the person who’s meant to kill me?”

“I would. I’d choose you over and over again—“

“No.” Mike said, and Will’s heart shattered at the hurt in his best friends’ eyes. 

Something broke for the tiniest second, and Will’s vision cleared slightly.

”Mike—“ he whispered, and Mike’s eyes widened slightly.

”You really aren’t Will, are you?” Mike breathed.

Dr. Creel came back ten times stronger this time, and this time, Will saw him in his mind’s eye. Except, he was different. Covered in the vines, all his hair gone, only his piercing blue eyes remained as he spoke through Will’s mouth, and the darkness shoved Will himself further and further down into his own mind.

”Will is gone. I am all that remains.” He felt himself say.

”I’m right here!”

”And who are you?” Mike asked.

”Vecna.”

Will was forced to call upon his power then, watching helplessly as he launched himself into the sky, shattering the glass he had been standing on, then throwing flames down into the busy mall below.

The last thing he remembered seeing was Mike, falling through the ceiling.

~~~~~~~

Dr. Creel sent Will into hiding after that. He was forced to take up residence at the old Creel house, a sprawling Victorian that had long sat abandoned. Many townspeople knew he was in there, but none were brave enough to come close.

None except for Mike Wheeler.

”Will!” He shouted, and Will’s knees nearly buckled with relief and fear. He’d spent the last few days working on resisting Vecna, but he only had a few seconds, so he needed to use them wisely. “I’m going to save you!”

Will let Vecna guide him outside, until he was at the top of the porch, staring down at Mike.

”Go.” It came out in a strained whisper.

”Will.” Mike smiled, and he seemed so relieved…something about his expression gave Will the strength to continue.

”Can’t—you see—I could hurt—you?” Will asked.

”I don’t care.” Mike admitted. I don’t care what happens to me—“

Vecna surged back, taking over control, and Will felt his power grip Mike by the neck, lifting him up into the air. 

“Starcourt may have burned, but there are plenty of other places I could take you.” Will told him, and they launched into the air.

~~~~~~~

Will was only able to release Mike when they landed on top of City Hall. Mike immediately dropped to his knees, and started to cough. With each desperate hacking noise, Will felt his heart gain another stab wound. He noticed the energy, and stored it for later. How were his feelings about Mike giving him more power?

”Will—don’t make me do this.” Mike pleaded, getting to his feet.

”You have to, Mike.” Will said.

Then Mike’s hand went flying, and Will was thrown backwards through the air. He landed hard on the concrete, the breath getting knocked out of him. He needed to catch it, but nothing was coming. Was it just him, or was everything getting slower?

”So long, William.” Dr. Creel’s voice echoed in his mind. “Oh, what I’ll do when I have your power…”

”N-No.” Will managed, and Mike came running over to him.

”Will!” He yelled, voice breaking. “Will, come on, you’ve gotta get up, come on!”

”Mike.” Will whispered, unable to open his eyes all the way, or un-fog his vision. He wished he could. He wanted Mike’s perfect face to be the last thing he saw. “I—love you.” He choked out. His heart-rate was definitely slowing. 

“No, Will, you can’t leave! Crazy together, remember? We have to stay together!”

”Cr-crazy together.” Will smiled, and then the world went dark.

~~~~~~~

They say that during the first seven minutes after you die, your brain goes through all your favorite memories at once. If you were to ask Will Byers what he saw when his heart stopped, and his breathing stilled, he would have told you that all he remembered was Mike.

~~~Mike Wheeler~~~

“NO!”

It took Mike a moment to realize that the scream had come from his own mouth. He desperately grabbed at Will’s chest, trying to feel a heartbeat. 

“I didn’t even throw him that hard…” Mike sobbed, staring at Will’s lifeless body. “He was just supposed to fall backwards…he was never supposed to die…”

Could this really be how the prophecy ended? Mike had tried everything not to kill Will, and in the end it had just been a foolish mistake.

Mike stared at Will’s face, a face Mike had always thought belonged on a Greek statue, a thought that was confirmed when Will grew his hair out of his old bowl cut, and it started to curl around his face. Will looked so peaceful in death, and just as wonderful as the day Mike had first laid eyes on him.

Overcome with grief, Mike buried his head in Will’s chest. He wanted to memorize Will’s smell, before it was gone forever. He felt like, even though they’d met only a year prior, he’d known Will all his life. And in a way, he had.

That’s the problem with prophecies, Mike figured. They love to bring people together, but they love even more to tear them apart.

~~~Will Byers~~~

Will was trapped in a mindscape of Hell, pulled together by Vecna, who was standing in the middle of it all. 

“Well, well, well. It seems like the end of the line for you, William.” Vecna said.

And Will finally snapped.

Filling his mind with images of Mike, memories of Mike, Will surged forward, power blasting from his hands, hitting Vecna square in the chest. A guttural cry was ripped from Will, and he threw his arms out, blasting a white light everywhere, watching as the dark sludgy power was stripped away. For once, he took glee in killing, watching with joy as Vecna disintegrated. He was vaguely aware that this would probably be the end of Dr. Creel too, but Will didn’t care. He didn’t care because Dr. Creel had killed him first, had taken him away from his family, his very few friends, his Mike. The only boy he’d ever loved, and Will hadn’t even gotten a chance, because Dr. Creel had taken advantage of him so quickly.

Let him die, Will thought. Let it all die.

~~~~~~~

The first thing Will felt upon waking up was pressure on his lips. The second thing was air. But air meant…

Will’s eyes flew open, and he gasped, breathing in the delicious, fresh air. Air that he could breathe now, because somehow, he was alive.

”Will?” A voice asked, hesitant and small.

Mike. The pressure Will felt had been Mike. Mike Wheeler, the only boy Will would ever love, had just kissed him.

”Mike?” Will replied, voice hoarse.

“Oh thank God—“ Mike breathed, wrapping his arms around Will, and pulling him into Mike’s lap. “I thought I’d lost you, I thought it was all my fault—“

”I killed him.” Will said. He needed to say it out loud. “I killed Dr. Creel.”

Mike just positioned them so that he could cradle Will’s face with his hand. 

“It was a pretty bad thing to do.” Will continued. “…Do you think I’m bad, Mike?”

”There is nothing you could ever do that would make me think you were bad.” Mike promised, soft smile on his face. “I…I love you too.”

Will smiled at that, and surged up to meet Mike’s lips with his own. Mike sighed into the kiss, and Will melted.

After a moment, Will pulled away just long enough to sit up more, and the moment he made eye contact with Mike, he asked “was that okay?” 

Mike just pulled Will in again, in lieu of a proper answer. This kiss was more heated than the last, more desperate. They were alone on the rooftop, where no one could really see them, after all. Mike pulled away from Will’s mouth, moving to kiss down his jaw and onto his neck, and Will gasped.

”Mike…Mike…” He said, not trying as hard as he probably should to stop Mike from going too far while they were on the roof of City Hall.

When Mike pulled away, Will flashed him a mischievous grin. “How about we finish this at my place?”

And that’s exactly what they did.

~~~~~~~