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Since 1983, Steve’s had a secret. A hidden desire he has no way to satisfy. No one knows, not Dustin, not Nancy, not even Robin. Under his bed lays a locked box, key settled in his bedside drawer. Inside the box, is the closest he thought he’d ever get to fulfilling his perverted dream.
But now, as a wicked grin spreads across Vecna’s face, Steve may just get everything he wants.
He’s alone. His friends are spread out across Hawkins, trying and failing to stop the apocalypse. Vecna smiles that weird smile as a demogorgon stalks forward.
“Please don't kill me.” Steve whispers. His back lands against the brick wall of the Melvalds as he desperately tries to seem terrified.
“Don’t pretend with me, boy.” Vecna sneers. “I know what's in your mind.” A vision flashes behind Steve’s eyes.
Steve unlocked the box and pulled out a dildo. It’s long and gray, with a head shaped like a rose bud. When he pushed a button, the top opened like a blooming flower. Steve bit his lip in anticipation.
Blinking rapidly, Steve gulps as the demogorgon takes another step towards him. It's not fear that makes it suddenly hard to breathe; it's anticipation.
“You had that custom made, didn't you?” Vecna smirks. “Let's see if it compares to the real thing.”
With a unspoken order, the demogorgon’s thick cock slides out of its hiding place, wider and longer than Steve imagined it. Saliva pools in his mouth.
“You want to bend for my creature, don't you.” Vecna says. It's not a question. They both know what he’s going to say.
“Yes.” He whispers.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Vecna snaps his fingers, producing a bed in the middle of the alleyway.
“If I do this, you’ll leave our dimension alone?” Steve asks, already moving closer. He’s pictured this so many times. There’s just something about this creature that calls to him, makes him burn hot. He’s had dreams just like this for years on end. It’s his greatest desire.
It’s shameful isn’t it? Wanting to fuck the very monster that turned your life into a living hell? But if it saves the town, it absolves his sins of the flesh, right?
“As soon as you have fulfilled my beast’s needs, your world will be safe.” Vecna confirms. Steve doesn’t know if he trusts him; but then, it’s take this chance or die, isn’t it?
Steve climbs on the bed.
“If you want to keep your clothes intact, I suggest you take them off.”
With shaking hands, Steve yanks his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the alley floor; doing the same with his pants and boxers. He keeps his socks on, shivering against the cold.
Vecna comes closer and waves a hand over Steve's eyes. Between one blink and the next, Vecna goes from a gruesome shaved bear to a soft blonde haired teen. The alleyway is gone; in it's place is Steve's own bedroom.
“I'll get you ready to greet my monster.” Vecna smiles. This wasn't the plan necessarily; but unfortunately for Steve, he finds Vecna kind of hot.
Vecna joins him on the mattress, now soft and as familiar as the one at home. Steve doesn't know if this is better or worse than the alley.
He grasps Steve’s chin, pulling him in and kissing him deeply. He's a surprisingly good kisser. Steve wouldn't have expected that from a man who lived his whole life in a lab.
“I can still hear your thoughts you know.” Vecna mumbles against Steve's lips. “I had plenty of practice.”
Steve thinks better of asking what kind and instead relaxes into the bed, letting his eyes slip shut. Vecna snaps his fingers and something drips onto the head of his dick. Then a wet thing wraps around his cock, stroking up and down like a hand might. Steve jumps, pulling away from Vecna to watch.
The demogorgon's long tongue twists around the whole length of him, from base to tip. Steve throws his head back with a soft groan. It’s almost like being deep in a pussy. Do demogorgon’s have pussies?
“Some do. Maybe if this one likes you, I’ll let one of those have a turn.” Vecna grins. The demogorgon licks up the pre-cum leaking from his tip and Steve can’t even pretend like the thought doesn’t make his cock twitch.
For now, the demogorgon wraps it’s lips…mouth…face? Whatever it is, around Steve’s pelvis. His dick goes down its throat as the teeth petals latch on to his hips and stomach. Pricks of pain spark along his midsection, but Steve barely notices, too distracted by the wet heat surrounding him.
“Holy fuck.” He groans, thrusting into that mouth.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Vecna smiles. Steve nods, unable to deny it. “I’m afraid, he’s getting impatient.” He says apologetically. “So, we’re going to have to pick up the pace.”
With a wave of his hand, the illusion breaks. Steve’s back in the alley, on a shitty bed, naked and freezing. Vines twist up the bedposts, gripping his limbs tightly. They lift him into the air, flipping him down into the mattress. Each vine moves a different part of him until he’s forced face down and ass up.
“Try to relax, it’ll only make it worse if you don’t.” Vecna says. It’s clinical the way he talks to Steve. It should not be as hot as it is.
Vines slither between his legs, wrapping around his dick and his balls, holding them tightly. Yet another worms between his cheeks. Without warning, it shoves into his hole, forcing him open.
Steve cries out in pain, but the vine doesn’t stop. It keeps going until he’s sure he can feel it rub against his colon. He gets a single moment of stillness before a larger one forces its way inside. Together, the vines work to stretch him. When one presses in, the other pulls back, over and over, never quite leaving the clutch of his body.
It hurts, but it feels good. So good, Steve’s going a little crazy from the pleasure. They avoid his prostate, like it’s intentional but they explore every other part of him. The one on his dick strokes up and down; the one around his balls, yanks on them just the way he likes. It’s like every single touch is designed to keep him on the edge of something greater.
He’s not sure how long it takes, minutes or hours or weeks; but eventually, the vines stop. They don’t pull out, they just push on his walls, almost like they’re holding him open. One presses hard against his prostate, and a scream tears from his throat. An unexpected burst of pleasure shoots through him and he releases hot cum all over the bed below.
There’s no respite, though Steve didn’t expect one. The demogorgon mounts him with a single minded focus, shoving the full length of its cock into his hole. He’s overstimulated and sensitive from his orgasm. Tears run down his face from the pain.
“Fuck, it hurts.” Steve cries, limbs yanking on the vines still holding him in place. They tighten, holding him more firmly against the bed. With no where to go, he accepts his fate, letting the monster split him open on his cock.
When it’s all the way in, the demogorgon doesn’t pause. It pulls out and thrusts in, fucking him hard and fast from the get go. Cries of pleasure and pain spill from Steve’s lips, too lost in sensation to know how he should feel.
“Are you enjoying this, Steve?” Vecna sneers.
Burying his head in the bed, Steve nods unable to deny it. A whine slips from his throat as the demogorgon picks up speed.
It's everything he ever wanted. Every dream, every twisted fantasy, is coming true in this alley. The monster slobbers all over his shoulder as it fucks him, snapping and snarling. Steve can recognize these sounds in any creature. The demogorgon is close.
The cock inside him thickens, something at the head growing bulbous. If it was an animal he'd assume its some sort of knot. Maybe it is, just at the head instead. But why?
“Just wait, Steve. You'll see.” Vecna reassures. The demogorgon snarls, latching its razor sharp teeth to his neck. With a gasp, Steve feels it. The demogorgon’s cock pushes against his belly, pushing it out obscenely.
The head opens, just like he imagined. He can see it through his body. Spread out like its face does, stretching him beyond belief and latching onto his insides.
It burns, Steve grows lightheaded and he has to swallow back his nausea. Cum shoots into him like a geyser, filling him to bursting. The vines on his dick that he forgot about, pick up the pace forcing him to cum again.
The demogorgon releases his shoulder and pulls out. Steve flops down to the bed, covered in blood and cum. All at once, Steve starts to panic. He doesn't want this to end.
“You have held up your end of the deal.” Vecna says, flicking his wrist and releasing him from the vines.
“So, you're all leaving?” He asks, trying to hide his disappointment. Vecna stalks toward him in all his red glory.
“The hive mind is an interesting thing, Steve.” He says instead of answering him. “Every one of my beasts felt what this one felt, as did I. Yet, they all want it for themselves. I want a piece too.”
Gulping, Steve watches Vecna reach out a hand. He doesn't hesitate for nearly as long as he should before Steve takes it. With a grin, Vecna opens a portal to the upside down.
Vines shoot through it, wrapping Steve up like a spider’s cocoon. He's yanked down and finds himself outside the Creel House.
The vines unwind but don't let him go. They hold him in the air, spread like a star. Portals open all around him, demogorgons, demodogs, and demobats pour in from Hawkins. On the retreat just like Vecna promised. They seem to be forming a line of sorts, all on edge, waiting for something.
Vecna comes through last, closing every portal behind him. He presses his lips to Steve's hard, tongue licking at his mouth.
“We didn't want it to end either.” Vecna grins. He steps back and snaps his fingers. It's like that's all the democreatures were waiting for.
With a howl, they begin. Steve has never been more ready.