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The two of them made their way into Will’s dorm, Montresor with the confidence of a man who had done this dance many times, and Will with a level of unsureness and eagerness. They both knew what they wanted this to be, how it would end and yet they both had to pretend they didn't. How would you mention it? how would you even open that conversation? Montresor may have shared his nights with people before but he had never been as close with them as he was with Will, he had never known them, he rarely remembered their names (if he learnt them), and they had hardly helped save his life.
And as for Will, well, he had never had to have a conversation like that before, it had just never been part of his life nor had he ever really seen it as a priority. Will was too busy working, taking shifts for his brothers, running the shop. He didn't go out and the shop was hardly anywhere to meet partners. And the idea of being with Montresor scared him, what if he was wrong, that Montresor didn't have the same feelings, hell he wasn't even sure that Montresor swung that way, and even if he did he would mess up everything, do something wrong. And that scared him. Will couldn't risk messing it up with his only friend in the academy. He didn't want to be alone.
They sat there, Will on his own bed and Montresor on the empty bed that had belonged to Will's old roommate, a thick silence filled the room. Neither sure on how to break it, how to reach out to the other, nor what the other was thinking. They stayed like that for a while, the tension building higher and higher. But as he sat there, Montresor watched Will with a hunger in his eyes, scouring his body, drinking in the other in the fading sunlight from the window, every detail of his face and body. He wasn't sure why he had made that decision but before he could think twice about it Montresor was on his feet, stood in front of Will, holding his face and pulling him into a staving kiss.
Will froze for a moment, hesitating, not sure what to do. But he was just a man, and he gave into the kiss, trying his best to keep up with Montresor.
They continued for a bit with just kissing but eventually there was a pause, a chance to stop it before it went any further. Their foreheads pressed together, both waiting for the other to stop and pull away, both expecting to stop and never speak of this again. Their future interactions plagued by the awkward memory. But neither backed away, just stayed there in the limbo between further action and retreat that was, until Montresor felt hands on his waist, starting to lift his shirt. Will’s hands stayed on his face, eyes scanning for any level of discomfort, as a clone began to undress Montresor. He raised his eyebrows at Will in response and chuckled softly as Will’s face turned red.
Safe to say his second meeting with Will’s clones were to be a little different to the first meeting, if it could even be called that.
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Montresor's mind was silent, an eerie quiet filled his mind, the first time since arriving at Nevermore he didn't have a storm of thoughts rushing around his head, yet this silent lull and stillness didn't bring the expected relief. It was chilling, almost concerning how he could look at the closest thing he had to a friend in this place and feel nothing. Just a stillness as the world around him froze, the still image broken only by Will’s hand twitching and gasping breaths. Then after that it all came at once, each and every emotion one might feel, all at once. Fear, dread, loneliness, horror, all flooded his mind. Storming like a wild horse as he faintly heard the distant sounds of Duke and his friends fleeing from the stag, which thundered after them. He looked on at the harrowing sight before him, at Will, his body and clothes bloodied and riddled with gaping holes; his crimson blood running to the floor, pooling like spilled wine beneath him. Will’s body laid there twitching in pain, laboured breaths escaping past his lips.
He had been ready to die a second time when it happened, holding Will close as he tried to shield his own head from the hounds. It was a doomed waiting game, just waiting for the moment when the beasts manage to bite down and drag them away to be ripped apart, to be ripped limb from limb, to be feast for the wild. But that hadn't happened. The pools of blood that Will had left behind had begun to change, droplets floating upwards, soon followed by melted and distorted bodies twisting and clawing their way up from the floor, the deep red blood changing into flesh tones as the clones began to rise. They were identical to Will. In every way. But he didn't have time to dwell on them before they were running, distracting the hounds, drawing them away. Giving Montresor and the real Will a chance for rest and a moment of calm. Will, ever desperate to please, had taken his ask for a little help the wrong way. But despite this calm he could hardly relax. Not when they screeched cries for help and screams of pain pierced and assaulted his ears as the clones were ripped apart by the dogs, the sickening crunch of flesh and bone as their jaws clenched down. The flesh of the clones couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to rip or melt back into blood pools on the floor. Montresor couldn't bring himself to look away no matter how much he wanted to. He could help but watch the violence unfolding before him, the sight of someone like Will being killed without a trace of mercy, it was hypnotizingly ghastly. Then when the hounds finished with the clones and laid their eyes back on the two of them Montresor found himself holding Will closer. Montresor had never expected he would live past that night.
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Montresor now sat naked on Will's bed watching as the other fumbled with his clothes, and an equally awkward clone sat beside him playing with his hair, too will-ish to make conversation. The whole scene was honestly endearing, Will really had a very limited idea of what he was doing, clearly just knowing what he’d heard in passing. But Will was smart, Montresor knew he’d figure it all out, even if he did end up needing a little guidance.
It felt odd, this feeling Montresor felt looking at the scene before him, it felt oddly familiar, comforting in a way, the closeness and warmth. Taking the events slowly, savouring each movement, no rushing, no mutual agreement to be gone by the morning, the feeling of a partner running their hands through his hair. He had never taken these steps when alive, never taken time to enjoy the start as well as the action, he had never known what he had been missing. He was pulled out of his thoughts by another weight on the bed as Will sat down next to him and the clone backed off before disappearing (much less brutally than when dealing with the hounds)
“So… what now?”
Will said, with a nerve in his voice, not wanting to rush Montresor, he waited for a response but got none, he turned to look at him only to make eye contact with the taller man, who had a slight smile on his face.
“Depends, what d’ya wanna do now, you wanna talk first or get straight to it?”
“Well you know what your doing more than I so-“
“Oh?” Montresor teased, smiling at Will’s blush, somehow, spreading across his face more
“Wait no- not like that I just meant that-“
“It’s fine darlin’ I knew what you meant , plus you’re not wrong ‘bout that,… just let me know when I should stop”.
Will nodded and Montresor scooted closer to the other, reaching to hold his face again as he leant in for another kiss, slower than the ones before but no less hungry. Breaking only to ask a question.
“Will I need you to tell me something, okay?”
“Of course”
“You wanna give or take?”
“What do you…. Oh OH” he buried his face in his hands, his face reddening at the realisation. Causing Montresor to laugh again as he coaxed his hands off his face and back to his own waist.
“Darlin’ I need you to answer me, I’ve done both- I’m fine with wherever you wanna put yourself, so you need to tell me what you want”
Will’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked at Montresor, not sure what he wanted to say, not even sure what he wanted.
“I-I…I don't know, I- i want you to chose, please”
He watched as Montresor debated, subtle conflict on his face as he thought before he gently kissed Will on the mouth.
“Remember, don’t let me do something you don’t want”
Will nodded as Montresor got down on his knees between Will’s legs, hands resting on his thighs.
“Don't suppose you have a hair tie do ya” Montresor joked as he looked up at Will who was somehow the reddest he’d been the entire night.
Will didn’t respond, too busy staring at the other being haloed by the moonlight. Not speaking up to answer, not even as Montresor took one of his hands and placed it in his hair, holding it as a ponytail.
“Suppose I can make this work” Montresor said to no one in particular
Will gasped as the other began to nibble and kiss his way towards the inside of his upper thigh all while keeping direct eye contact with him even through the stray strands of hair in his face. He felt himself falling apart at the scraps of what he'd always wanted from Montresor, attention and affection and he wasn't planning on losing it, not without getting as much out of the moment as he could. His grip in the other’s hair tightened as Montresor’s breath hit his dripping cock.
Montresor looked down at the member before him then back up at Will as he took the other’s tip into his mouth watching as Will writhed and struggled not to buck into his mouth. He slowly teased the other, giving the tip kitten licks and gently suckling. Watching in glee at the desperately needy reaction he was getting from the other.
However, little by little began to give longer licks to more of Will’s cock, eventually licking the length from base to tip before hurriedly taking the full member in his mouth. Whining as sparks of painful pleasure shot around in his head as Will tightened his grip in his hair instinctively at the movement, pulling him forwards and pushing the cock further down his throat. After a momentary pause he looked back up at Will and began to bob up and down gently sucking.
Will found himself bucking his hips and pulling Montresor’s hair as he felt the tension building in his core, desperately chasing after the high just out of his reach, fuck did Montresor know what he was doing. But just as he was teetering on the edge of his pleasure, Montresor pulled himself off with a pop.
“Hey, what are you-”, Will started but was sharply cut off by Montresor standing up and pushing his hands against Wills’ chest and easing him onto his back.
“Nope, not letting you go yet, I haven’t finished having my fun yet”
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Will watched as Montresor stood over him with predatory eyes scanning his body as he lay there a little bitter about the sudden loss of pleasure.
“What are you doing?”
“What? Don’t you trust me?”
“I-... I trust you”
And he did. Deep down he knew no matter what Montresor did he would always trust him, always follow after him like a lost dog. Montresor was his idol, who he looked up to, hell he saw Montresor’s approval a thousand more times than that of anyone else’s and he would gladly give up his second chance of life for Montresor. And, so even as Montresor sat on his abdomen he didn't think of questioning him.
“Don’t be afraid to stop me, this is your first time not mine”
Will reached a hand to rest on Montresor's thigh hesitantly, giving the other ample time to bat him away. But without any sign of issue he placed his hand and gave the other a gentle squeeze.
“I trust you”
Montresor moved himself to be hovering above his cock, hands resting on Will’s chest to stabilise himself. Both of their breathing paused momentarily as he began to lower himself onto Will, going until he was flush with Will’s crotch. Both moaned in sync at the feeling, finding comfort in the other's face as Montresor gave them both time to adjust to the feeling before he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth.
The new movement had Will nearly fully undone, still built up from Montresor’s mouth. He soon found himself with his hands on the other’s hips somewhat trying to increase the pleasure, despite his attempts being fruitless it still caused Montresor to begin lifting and re-lowering himself at a rapidly increasing speed, his efforts. Will found himself mindlessly bucking upwards into Montresor- chasing after his high, getting closer and closer as he felt the rope inside him grow more and more taunt at the pressure inside him. It wasn’t soon after long his hips began to fail and stutter and Montresor slammed himself down once more as Will came. Too distracted to think about his cum inside Montresor or to worry about whatever clean up was next.
But even before he could finish thinking he found himself whimpering from overstimulation as Montresor began to move again on Will’s cock, not giving him a chance to rest before chasing his own release. The other soon grew sloppy in his movements making it too hard to keep moving but as he began to slow Montresor felt Will’s hands in his hips, tentatively helping to move him. Sweet innocent Will, even exhausted, was still so desperate to please Montresor and help him. Even when scared to mess up or fail he still tried. And while it might not always work out well, right now it was brilliant. Montresor found himself enjoying someone else taking a little bit of lead while still not losing control, it was nice to just focus on chasing his own pleasure. He gave a sharp absentminded nod to Will and quickly felt his climax approaching. As he finished he collapsed onto Will’s chest, the both of them panting desperately.
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They both lay there in a haze neither moving away nor acknowledging one another. But as Will laid there he found himself feeling… wrong, alone almost. Despite Montresor on top of him, and himself still inside the other he found himself longing for comfort, a gentle affection. He hesitantly began to move his arms from Montresor’s waist to wrap around his back instead holding him in a soft hug, surprised at the lack of resistance from Montresor.
It wasn't long after that though that Montresor shifted
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Relax Will, ‘m not going anywhere, as cute as this is, imma need you out of me”
“Oh okay, sorry I didn't mean to sound y’know….” he trailed off
“‘T’s fine,... kinda cute” Montresor said with a somewhat strained voice as he lifted himself off Will before promptly flopping onto the bed next to him.
“Y’know you were pretty good at that for someone who had not clue where in it he even wanted to be at first”
“What? Oh no I didn't even do anything, just sat there. You did all the work”
“Well either way you did good Will”
Another silence fell over the room, one more comfortable than the one at the start of all this. Both of them content to just sit in it for a while. In the silence of the room Montresor soon found his thoughts wondering. Wondering what came next in his odd relationship with Will, what his mother would think of him, what he had done to deserve someone as soft and stupidly loyal as Will on his side. Will was sweet as an angel and here he was dragging another person to whatever hell was next after Nevermore. always corrupting others even in moments of bliss and familiarity. His thoughts were disturbed by Will awkwardly coughing.
“So umm… want to stay the night? It’s gotten dark and you might get in trouble if you get caught in the hallway…”
Turning his head slightly to look out the Window Montresor saw Will was right, the sun and since set and the previously sun lit room was now bathed in moonlight. He faced the ceiling again, it would be so easy to say no, to cut this off before it went any further in comfort as well as simple sex, before emotions developed, to ignore this ever happening but for once in his life Montresor found himself wanting that, wanting the comfort.
“Oh and by the way I’m not moving so if you want a bed to yourself you’ll have to move”
“Okay” Will responded quietly but showed no signs of moving from the bed instead moving to pull the duvet to cover them both.
They laid there in complete silence neither speaking, the only sound in the room being their breathing. Pretty soon after Will’s breathing got quieter as he slipped into sleep, leaving Montresor even more alone with his thoughts. He turned to look at Will staring at the other's face. Taking in all of the faint freckles that were scattered across his face he found his eyes resting on his lips, slightly parted. Fuck what as Will doing to him, making him feel soft, making him want something more than just the second chance at life. Though he wasn't all that sure that what he wanted, his memories weren’t painting his life all that well. Not to mention, only one person could win and more and more he was feeling as though he wouldn't be able to leave Will behind to deal with whatever happened to those who didn't win.
He began to feel his eyes grow heavy and his blinks lasting longer. His final thoughts as he fell into arguably the deepest sleep of his time in Nevermore were about what came next for him and Will and what the hell he was going to do next.