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The first thing Mike registered when he came to was a slow, steady dripping of water somewhere in the room. The second was an unbearable soreness in his arms, like he fell asleep on them and they lost all blood flow during the night. He tried to yawn and stretch, but found he could do neither.
Startled, he tried to bolt up from his bed, but found he was already up. Panic set in as his eyes darted down to his body and then all around the room. He was not in his bed at all, instead he was sitting on a metal chair in some dank decrepit storage room. His hands were bound behind his back to the chair, and he had duct tape stuck to his mouth. It was hard to breathe just through his nose, the adrenaline coursing through him demanding more oxygen than he was able to provide. He started tugging and straining against his restraints, the rope digging into his arms and hands more and more with each attempt at freeing himself.
He wasn’t getting out this way.
He decided to take another glance around the room. The place was cramped. Shelves to the ceiling surrounded him on three sides, while in front of him was a messy workdesk. The roof was clearly not maintained at all. He could hear rain beating at the ruined roofing and he saw a single bucket collecting the leaking rainwater in the corner. A single bleak lightbulb illuminated the room, allowing Mike to make out the items on the shelves. He grit his teeth as he recognized the various animatronic parts, servos, circuits and tools needed to get inside those hulking monstrosities.
Of course. Where else could he be than fucking Freddy’s.
He did his best to strain to see behind him, maybe there would be a sharp object of some sort to cut himself loose and escape this hellhole for the third time now. The beat of the raindrops on the roof drowned out any other noise from the building, including the fast approaching footsteps.
The door opened loudly and without any warning. Mike lost balance, startled by the sudden noise, and started falling backwards, only for the newcomer to quickly catch the falling chair by the top rail.
Mike slowly turned his head, his hands straining and his heart beating wildly in his chest. Who he saw did not surprise him at all, but it made his stomach churn.
“Careful, wouldn’t want to break open that head of yours just yet.”
A wide, unnerving smile stretched across Michael Afton’s face. It did not reach his eyes, which were darting all around Mike’s horrified expression, drinking it in.
Mike instinctually went to kick at him but stopped at the last moment, aware of the bad position he was in. One bad move and he would hit the shelf in the back, which would most likely cause all of the heavy machine parts to crash down on him, and he’d become just another casualty to add to the list of deaths in this horrible place.
Michael righted the chair and took a few steps back, leaning on the workdesk behind him. He stared at Mike with a smug grin, and he returned it in kind with his best hateful glare. Michael was clearly proud of himself and admiring his work, Mike could see in his face that he was having the time of his life. The only comforting thought at the moment was the knowledge that Abby was being watched by Jeremiah. Mike had to pick up an extra shift which caused him to work late, and he guessed that’s what made him such an easy target.
“You should really check your back seats more often. You never know who might be hiding back there.” Michael said mockingly, earning an exasperated huff.
“I did a lot of thinking these past few months, you know,” he continued, nodding to himself, “What does she see in you… what is so special about a guy like you that she would turn against our father and all that he raised us to be and do.” Michael pushed himself off the desk and lazily approached Mike, who grit his teeth with rage at the thought of being so easily grabbed by such a maniac.
“I mean,” he gave a short exasperated laugh, “when you think about it, it’s all your fault isn’t it?” The look in his eyes was completely deranged, and Mike felt a surge of fear. “If you hadn’t met her, she would still be doing what she was supposed to do.” He was getting louder and closer. “If I can just get rid of y-” Michael yelped in pain as Mike hit his target, kicking him square in the groin. Not with the force he’d want, but enough to have the crazed lunatic take a stumble back and fall to his knees. Mike grunted as he tried to kick more at his face, but couldn’t reach anymore.
Michael raised his head after a few seconds with a look of pure rage. “You little bastard!” He yelled and lunged towards Mike. He couldn’t react fast enough to kick him again. Michael, fast as the lightning in the storm outside, grabbed Mike’s hair and yanked his head back, pressing a large switch blade to his throat. Mike’s breathing was bordering on hyperventilating, the duct tape ballooning out and sinking into his mouth again as he tried to gain more air, but to no avail. He looked up into the crazed, wide eyed stare of Michael Afton, his face twisted into a grimace of pain and anger.
“You think you’re so fucking tough, huh?” he spat, pressing the knife into Mike’s throat enough to draw out a little trickle of blood. Mike whined and tried to suppress his urge to struggle, glaring defiantly up into Michael’s eyes. Michael was bent over him now, one knee placed between his legs on the chair, locking Mike in place. Mike could smell his cheap generic cologne that he definitely used too much of, it stung his nose and made him want to cough. In addition to the wound on his neck he felt a trickle of blood coming out of his nose, an effect of all the stress and straining in those ropes.
“Let me tell you something, Schmidt, you better be on your best behavior otherwise your sister’s gonna have to contact you through a FazTalker.”
He could feel Michael’s breath on his face, feel his heat from his body almost pressing up on him, and sadly, horrifyingly, Mike could feel that it was doing something for him. The realization that blood was slowly making its way into his cheeks and between his legs was perhaps the scariest part of this whole ordeal so far. What kind of pervert does that make him, when being in this situation arouses him, no less with the son of the deranged serial killer that took his brother away, the brother of the girl he was interested in, and the guy that wanted to kill him and his sister not that long ago and was also trying to kill him right now.
Mike quickly darted his eyes away, choosing to lock his eyes onto a spare eyeball left laying on the shelf. Not a very comforting sight either, but better than to face the man in front of him at this very moment.
He heard Michael laugh. “What, feeling scared? For a second I thought you had some fight in you, but you’re just the same coward that clutched at his little sister while the machines approached.” He withdrew the knife for a bit and Mike let out a sigh of relief, before he had to suck in another sharp breath. Michael tightened his grip on his hair, forcing Mike to look at him again. Mike tried his hardest not to react too much, trying to look tough and nonplussed by what was happening. He looked into Michael’s eyes with the same glare as before, but Michael was not smiling anymore.
Shit… did he notice?
Michael was studying Mike’s face, his eyes narrowed and focused, as he readjusted his position on the chair. His knee bumped into Mike’s growing erection and this time Mike couldn’t help but jump up a little and let out a frankly pathetic whine. His stomach twisted as he saw the wide, maddened smile spread across Michael’s face again.
“Oh?”
He moved his knee in the same way again, this time with purpose. Mike grit his teeth and strained against his restraints, his eyes darting anywhere but Michael’s face.
“Could this be the reason she’s so obsessed with you?” Michael leaned in to whisper into Mike’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Fuck, this really wasn’t good.
Mike shut his eyes from the embarrassment, his face burning. This was so fucking humiliating, and worst of all, he knew that if he makes it out and the three of them cross paths again, Michael would tell all about this to Vanessa. How her potential boyfriend popped a boner when being threatened by her brother. The physical danger he was in was no match for that prospect.
His eyes shot open again in surprise as he felt Michael’s breath hit his taped mouth. His face was inches away from Mike’s, and he had this look of determination in his crystal blue eyes, it made Mike let out a shaky nervous breath. In the next moment Michael closed the distance, planting a kiss straight on his lips. Mike groaned, immediately regretting making that noise when he saw the smirk on his kidnapper’s face. Michael stuck his tongue out, licking the tape separating them in an attempt at a french kiss, then dragged it up to lap up the blood that came out of Mike’s nose. Michael leaned back and licked his lips with a self satisfied grin.
“I bet with her it wasn’t this exciting, huh?”
Then he paused and studied Mike’s expression a bit. Surely not…
He let out a loud, mocking laugh.
“Don’t tell me… You haven’t even kissed her yet? Oh that is too good.”
Mike growled in frustration and tried to shake Michael off, flailing wildly in his chair. This had to stop, now. But he had no choice but to freeze again when he felt the cold steel of the knife pressed back into him, his ribs this time.
“What’s the matter? Fight left you again?” Michael chuckled and readjusted his position on the chair. He sat down on it opposite Mike, trapping both his legs under his own. He was a really skinny guy, and probably far weaker than Mike, but there wasn’t much Mike could do to get him off of him now.
Michael kissed him again, but this time he tugged his head back a bit gentler, exposing his neck and his knife wound. He planted a few kisses as he went down, eventually stopping at the incision. He gave it a lick, a small one to test Mike’s reaction. Mike hissed and closed his eyes, his legs straining from under Michael. It stung, obviously, but it also sent a shiver of pleasure down Mike’s spine, something not even himself expected. Michael in turn gave the wound another lick, a kiss, and in the end a gentle suckle, the area around it turning a lot redder than before. That would certainly leave a mark, not to mention a scar.
“There, I kissed it all better.”
Everything Michael said had a tone of such sick glee Mike wondered if he was planning on doing this all along.
Michael went a bit lower with his kisses and occasional licks across his skin. Mike would be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t enjoying this, some sick, perverted part he didn’t even know he had. Suddenly he let out a scream and bucked his hips up involuntarily. Michael had bitten him on the trapezius muscle, sending a shock of pain and pleasure through Mike’s body. That was definitely enough to leave a bruise.
He opened his eyes just a bit and was greeted with a wide, satisfied smile. Seems it was exactly the reaction Michael was hoping for, and giving it to him frustrated Mike to no end.
Michael put the knife away, slowly, watching carefully if Mike was going to do anything, and at the same time he released Mike’s hair. Maybe this was all he wanted to do, Mike thought. Maybe he just wanted to rough him up a bit, no matter the method, leave a little mark on him and then let him go. As a way to prove a point, maybe? To Vanessa, who at this point he hasn’t seen in months and frankly hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with again. Which Michael would presumably know, if he had been watching them this entire time. So that option was probably out the window.
Mike inhaled sharply as Michael ran his thumb across his neck and down to his shoulder, across both wounds he created. If he didn’t know better, he would think his expression was almost loving. He watched as his hand then traveled lower, across his chest and down his abdomen, coming to a rest just above his pants. Mike’s erection was very obvious now in his sweatpants that he changed into after his shift. And as Mike glanced slightly up, so was Michael’s in his slacks. When he looked into Michael’s face, his expression had completely changed to how he was before. The wild mania and rush of emotion was replaced by a look both contemplative and hungry. It was like he was wondering if this is a bridge too far, a line he maybe shouldn’t cross. By all accounts, this should have been the decisive moment for both of them, Mike’s best chance at an escape when Michael was distracted. But he just sat there, looking up into the eyes of his kidnapper, finding this sudden change in demeanor startlingly enticing.
Michael’s pupils were blown, the startling blue replaced by oceans of dark lust. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, and finally Mike felt as he grabbed at his pants. He rose slightly from straddling him as he pulled them down, just enough to expose his underwear. Mike’s breathing was ragged and strained, anticipation rising in his stomach as he waited for Michael’s next move.
Michael hesitated again before he slowly pulled down Mike’s underwear too, freeing his erection that sprung up immediately. Mike whined from the sensation of being exposed to the cold air in the building. Michael licked his lips as his fingers slowly traced up Mike’s shaft. Mike whined, the feeling of his cold yet delicate hands against him sent shivers up his spine. Compared to his actions before, this touch was tender and careful, a complete contrast to everything that preceded this. Mike groaned and leaned forward, straining against the ropes. Michael gave him a few experimental strokes, watching his face carefully for any expressions Mike was making.
“This is… I mean, how embarrassing for you.” Michael said and tried to add a mocking laugh, but it was clear that all that energy from before dissipated. He sounded unsure, even his crooked smile lacked the usual bite of venom.
He stopped with his movements and instead unzipped his own pants, slipping out his cock from his clothes. He sat up closer to Mike, having to brace his legs against the floor behind the chair for stability as he pressed their chests and cocks together. Mike moaned behind the tape and Michael let out a hiss, his breathing also becoming ragged and labored.
“Damn it…” he said through gritted teeth as he reached down to envelop both their lengths in his bony hand. He started pumping his hand, slowly and deliberately at first, before he picked up the pace, seemingly losing control over his actions as he jerked them both off. Mike moaned into the tape, his hips bucking into the sensation on their own. Maybe it was nice, for once, to lose all control in a situation, even a fucked up one like this. He leaned forward, resting his face on Michael’s chest, his still bleeding nose staining his shirt. Michael in turn planted his hand back into Mike’s hair, but he didn’t pull this time. The touch was gentler, soft almost, as he pulled Mike closer to him.
“Fuck… Mike… this wasn’t…” Michael groaned out but he didn’t finish the sentence, instead ending it with a loud whine as Mike bucked up his hips again, sliding their cocks together.
Michael pulled back Mike’s head again, and locked their lips in another kiss. Mike, caught up in the pleasure and lust, returned it this time. Thanks to the tape getting wet with his saliva, he was able to part his mouth and allow their tongues to collide, he didn’t even mind the taste of the adhesive coating his taste buds. Mike’s blood smeared across both of their faces as they got more passionate, both of their movements speeding and heating up. Michael didn’t let himself be the only one to taste the metallic tang of blood, biting through the tape into Mike’s lip. He didn’t know if it worked but the whine Mike let out was reward enough.
The pleasure kept mounting, the coil that has been slowly winding inside of Mike’s stomach threatening to be let out any moment. He jerked his head away from the kiss and planted it back into the crook of Michael’s neck, every muscle in his body tensing all at once as his hips bucked up one last time. This sent Michael over the edge too. He gave them a few last pumps as his hand gripped Mike’s head tighter. Their bodies became almost flush against each other as they both came. They could only hear each other’s moans and groans and heartbeat rushing, as their cum spurted up into Michael’s hand.
They sat there in silence for a long while, in that same position, their breaths ragged and heavy. It was a blissful little moment, one where they forgot all about the circumstance which brought them here.
Michael suddenly got up, as if he suddenly realized what he had done. He untangled himself from Mike and stepped back. Mike watched through half-lidded eyes, and almost wanted to chuckle at the way he still wasn’t zipped up as he stood there, hand dripping with their fluids and face expression completely unreadable. He turned, stepping over to the bucket collecting the rainwater and scrubbed his hand clean. Then he stood up, fixed his clothes and turned back to look at Mike.
He definitely lost all the maniacal glee he had at the beginning of their encounter, that was for sure. The singular emotion Mike could make out on his face now was confusion. He was darting his eyes around the room, hands opening and closing at his sides. He was nervous, and contemplating. Mike could feel this was the moment that would decide his fate.
Michael closed the distance between them again. Mike halfway expected him to just grab the knife off the shelf and finish him off now, but instead, Michael awkwardly fixed Mike’s clothing too, covering him up. Mike appreciated that, maybe if he was going to die now he could be afforded a shred of dignity.
Michael opened and closed his mouth, but words failed him. Instead he took out a rag from his pocket and from the other he produced a small vial, and doused the rag in its contents. He placed it over Mike’s nose who tried to jerk his head away, but that hand was once again in his hair, keeping him in place.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Speak of this to nobody, understand.” Michael hissed out.
“Who the fuck would I even tell.” Was Mike’s last thought before he passed out.
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He woke up in the backseat of his car, in the parking lot of a shopping center not too far from his home. It was too early in the morning, so nobody was around thankfully. His whole body, especially his arms, were the sorest they had ever been. He slowly stepped out of the vehicle and stretched, his mind still a bit hazy from the drug. If he didn’t have the red marks on his hands from the ropes and the two painful spots on his neck, he would have thought last night was just a fucked up dream he had after a rough day working. He put his hands in his hoodie pocket and felt a piece of paper that hadn’t been there before. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was a phone number. He grimaced and went to crumple it up and throw it away, but instead put it back in his pocket. He shook his head, disappointed in himself, and got back in the car. He hoped Jeremiah wouldn’t have too many questions when he picked Abby up later than expected.