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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(1990), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Henry_Bowers/Bill_Denbrough, Henry_Bowers/Patrick_Hockstetter, Patrick
      Hockstetter/Pennywise_(IT)
  Character:
      Bill_Denbrough, Reginald_“Belch”_Huggins, Eddie_Kaspbrak, Henry_Bowers,
      Henry_Bowers's_Gang_(IT), Richie_Tozier, Ben_Hanscom, Beverly_Marsh,
      Patrick_Hockstetter, Oscar_"Butch"_Bowers, Georgie_Denbrough, Pennywise_
      (IT), Stanley_Uris, Mike_Hanlon, Victor_Criss
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Sadism, Masochism, Pet_Names, Blood
      Kink, Stockholm_Syndrome, Abuse, Child_Abuse, Manipulation, Knifeplay,
      Depressed_Bill_Denbrough, Period-Typical_Homophobia, Somnophilia,
      Alternate_Universe, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Drug_Use, Dom/sub
      Undertones, Period-Typical_Racism, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-26 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 17/20 Words: 31492
****** Fox x Rabbit ******
by AzureCherry6
Summary
     Bill is swept into his bully's shitty life by having to be a punching
     bag, or more specifically sex doll. Honestly both, his body is
     Henry's canvas. Tearing, shredding. And so much more.
Notes
     Do not take the warnings with a grain of salt. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
***** Trapped *****
"Well look at what we've got here.." Henry observed, eyes focusing on girly boy
                             and stuttering Billy.
 Bill tensed, watching as the group of teenagers approached him and Eddie. His
first thought was to make Eddie run, but he knew Bowers' gang would catch him.
                     If only they had left a minute ago..
    "What's this? Making a shitty damn, girls?" Henry spat as Belch burped
                                 disgustingly.
 The bullies strode over and started kicking down the damn, which could barely
be called a damn. Bill held his arms out to Eddie to help him across the water
                               and backed away.
  "For someone who calls us girls, you're sure not a gentleman" Eddie snapped
    back, staying as innocent as ever with his comments due to sheltering.
  "What was that?" The leader of the malicious group asked, approaching them
                           closer, splashing water.
"N-nothing, Bowers..w-we'll go" Bill stood up straight, confidently in front of
                             Eddie, facing Henry.
Bill had always been a leader. Always knew what was right and didn't care what
         the cost was. Injustice is his most hated thing in the world.
"Stuttering freak!" Henry suddenly snapped and shoved them both to the ground.
Eddie non surprisingly immediately started to hyperventilate. As he pulled out
 his inhaler, it was just as quickly kicked out of his hand and landed in the
                      stream. Which slowly swept it away.
"Hey! That's my medicine!" Eddie cried, panicking unable to breathe even worse.
     Bill became angry and went to grab for it, bending over in the water.
   Henry signaled Belch and Bill was immediately dragged away, out of sight.
   The blond heard his shorter friends' cry but Belch had a large frame and
muscles. He grabbed Bill by his throat and threw him against a rock, making the
                              younger see stars.
 "You bastard...don't let Eddie die!" The smaller yelled with all the venom he
                                 could muster.
    Belch's face dropped, watching Bill with confusion mixed with surprise.
       "What?!" Bill growled, glaring daggers at the ill-mannered teen.
                "BELCH." The booming yet also loud voice rung.
 Belch immediately spun around to meet his leaders' eyes. Henry looked angry,
           and something else too...but Bill didn't quite know what.
   "You take care of the little pip squeak. I got this one." Henry smirked,
           approaching the rock which Bill's back was flat against.
    The boy felt something slightly warm and liquid slowly trickle from his
  hairline down to his temple. He touched the strange fluid and held his hand
                  out. Blood. Belch had thrown him too hard.
 A loud throaty burp could be heard as the one responsible walked off to meet
                                  his friend.
 As Bill opened his mouth to prod at Henry, he realized the greasers gaze was
 solely on him. The possessive look trailed up and down the blonde's body and
                then rested on the blood welling from his head.
   Henry felt his cock twitch as the younger boy looked at him with fear and
                                  confusion.
   "I don't like seeing you with that little wuss, doll" the older boy said,
              approaching Bill calmly and stopped deathly close.
"W-what the h-h-h...ell are y-you talking-ing about B-Bowers?" The shorter one
        asked, trying to keep up his confidence but ultimately failing.
  Instead of a verbal reply, Henry punched Bill in the head hard, making him
  dizzy immediately and go limp against the rock. The brunet pushed his knee
 between the fairer haired boys legs, rubbing against his crotch in a back and
                                 forth motion.
  "You look gorgeous like this, Billy-boy" Henry taunted, watching the others
     face contour in pleasure and whimper from confusion at the situation.
  After awhile of Bowers' knee pushing against Bill's crotch, his small dick
stood for attention. The owner slowly and shakily grinded back against the knee
and mewled from the pleasure. A large hand grabbed the blond's hair and he felt
    a splitting pain in the wound from Belch. The younger thrashed weakly.
"S-stop y-you sick evil j-j-jerk!" Bill whispered, confusion and pain clouding
                                   his head.
   "You're my little bitch. Got that Denbrough? I'll take real good care of
  you...I just need a little encouragement sometimes. Like your blood.." The
               bully growled, taking back his hand to lick them.
    Bill watched Henry's horny gaze as his tongue ran over his fingers and
disappeared within (what he imagines) his tight mouth. His cheeks turned bright
            pink as the dark haired boy pulled off of his fingers.
   "If you don't want your friend hurt, do exactly as I say. Got it?" Henry
        demanded as he started to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.
A small tucked away feeling he always had was starting to creep up again. Ever
   since his brother -Georgie- died, he's gone through pain. The loss of his
  brother, but also the loss of his once happy and loving parents. He grew so
 familiar to their violent and negative tendencies. It became all he knew. All
 he wanted. He craved to be hurt, to feel pain inflicted by ones angry towards
   him. He felt he deserved it, being at fault for Georgie's death and all.
"W-what do I-I have to d-d-do" Bill asked softly, looking up at Henry with sad
                                  large eyes.
 Henry had to grab the base of his cock through his pants to stop from cumming
 then and there. The cute and innocent look of Bill Denbrough never failed to
                    make him uncomfortably horny and angry.
"Oh baby..I'll be nice on you for now. Turn around and spread your legs" Henry
               commanded, voice serious and dripping with lust.
Bill did as he was told, slightly curious as to what would happen. Maybe Bowers
    was just planning to slice up his back and he'd have to take it. Ouch.
 Cold hands brought Bill's pants down, Henry admired the tight underwear that
 clung to his ass. He traced his hand down the stuttering boys back and to his
  butt, grabbing one of the cheeks and gently squeezing, rubbing all over the
                       rest of his ass and pale thighs.
"B-Bowers.." The blond whispered out, arching his back and pushing back against
                         the touch without realizing.
 The greaser wanted nothing more than to just force fuck the boy, watching his
  blood drip down his own thighs as it also coated his cock. Fucking more and
           more blood from his body till he pumped him full of jizz.
He slipped the thin fabric covering the younger boys privates down his hips and
               to his knees, leaning back to get the whole view.
 Bill wiggled his hips slightly and looked back shyly, nervous and embarrassed
                      by the awkward position for a boy.
  Henry was taking in the beauty. A gorgeous pink hole between perfectly thin
              parted cheeks that curved slightly from his bones.
"Don't move, or I'll gut you here and now" Henry growled, trying to sound more
                            threatening than horny.
He dropped to a mid squat and held Bill's thighs, pushing his face between the
  ass cheeks in front of him and started to lap at the cute entrance. Muscles
clenched in the still standing boy as his hole was being teased and prodded at
                                 by a tongue.
 Bill's mind was spinning and he let out a groan, closing his eyes and licking
                         and biting at his lower lip.
  Henry stopped and pulled away, getting to his feet then pushed his clothed
                          member against Bill's hole.
"I bet you want me, huh faggot? You want my cock so deep in you, my name is all
   you'll remember?" Henry teased, starting to grind against the soft flesh.
"P-p-p-please I-I j-ust want th-this over" Bill moaned softly, panting slightly
         and turning pink as his lidded eyes were glued to the ground.
   The sky eyed boy felt something poke his lips, so he opened his mouth. 3
 fingers were pushed into his mouth and they thrusted brutally, causing him to
                             moan from the force.
"Like your mouth being full? Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you need" the
taller purred out, enjoying the sucking and contracting of Bill's mouth around
                                 his fingers.
 Why wasn't Bill fighting? Oh that's right, he's turned into a huge masochist.
          Also to ensure Eddie's safety! That's what he meant...hehe.
 Henry watched as Bill sucked and licked at the fingers in his mouth, moaning
 around them as he felt his hole twitch for attention. The fingers were slowly
 pulled out of him, causing eyes to flick over to the one responsible for his
                                     halt.
   "Impatient? So am I baby.." Henry purred, pushing down his pants more and
                    pulling his cock free from his boxers.
 Bill felt something wet and stiff rub against his hole, he felt like nothing
 more than a rabbit caught by the fox. The unforgiving, malicious instinct of
 the fox was the opposite of the innocent, white small rabbit. Hunter, instead
                of the hunted. Playing and torturing his prey.
  A finger filled the rabbit quickly, pulling him from his train of relating
 thought and back to reality. Bowers was finger fucking him, slow and deep. He
 moaned and arched his back more by instinct, panting as the remaining fingers
were added after awhile of just one pumping in and out of him. After his tight
    hole was stretched, the fox didnt hesitate to push his swollen cock in.
  "f-FUCK-! B..B..Bowers!" Bill choked out from pain, yet trembling from the
      pleasure. Henry had thrusted right into his easy to reach prostate.
 The tight wet flesh squeezing Henry's cock made him groan lowly, rolling his
hips and thrusting in and out deep and slow. He moved his hands to the smaller
 boy's chest as they fucked passionately. Fingers closed around the hard pink
           nubs they found there and pinched and rolled them gently.
 "Oh-oh! Uhhh~ H-Henry stop..f-FUCK!" Bill whimpered out, his back arched into
        the good fucking he was getting, and the assault on his chest.
Bill looked just like a naughty school girl being punished. Face flushed, eyes
  lidded, lips parted with his dick swaying between his legs at the force of
                               Henry's thrusts.
 "Mm..baby say my name. Just like that...such a good girl" Henry growled out,
                his thrusts becoming faster and less graceful.
 The younger cried out Henry's name wantonly; when he felt a hand wrap around
  his small dick and tug in time with the fox's thrusts. Cum sprayed the rock
Bill's back was once against as Henry pounded his ass and finally halted, deep
                       in the boypussy emptying himself.
"Ahh fuck ya..you're still so tight.." Growled out Henry, leaning back to watch
  his slowly softening cock continue disappear within the younger boy's hole.
  "It a-aches there...ugh let m-me g-go" the rabbit whined, squirming gently.
  The brunet pulled out of the wet hole, eyes glued to the beautiful scene as
   Bill relaxed and stood slightly, leaning back against Henry for support.
 "Hey twirp I didn't just save you from a dragon and marry-" Henry was cut off
   as he realized Bill drifting into sleep, back comfortably against Henry's
                                    chest.
The greaser looked around, only caring if someone saw this moment. After fixing
his and his rabbit's clothes, he scooped the innocent boy up into his arms and
                                  strode off
***** Zenith *****
Chapter Summary
     More smut.
 When school had return, Bill had kept quiet about what happened. He couldn't
                         stop thinking about Bowers..
 "Then that monster's friends tore up my coat!" Eddie complained, referring to
                            his side of the story.
 "Jee, good thing no one was hurt. What did those evil junkies do to you?" Ben
                prodded, the group's attention turning to Bill.
 The blond was day dreaming about the greaser who raped him. He remembered the
feeling of the older boy's cock spreading his insides with every thrust.I feel
                                   so dirty.
  "He j-just threatened... m-me and held h-his knife to my f-face" the blond
            replied solemnly, glancing at the loser's expressions.
    His lie had fooled them and they nodded understandingly then continued
                                 conversation.
   "BOWERS!" A loud voice ripped through the mess hall, making every child's
                attention turn toward the noise in curiousity.
  An angry man stood there, scolding said boys name to hell with just a look.
 Henry walked away with his friends as everyone noticed the new kid, sticking
head first out of the garbage can. Everyone laughed and pointed, but the losers
 club sat. Disturbed and uncomfortable with the socially acceptable behavior.
 Later that day, Bill was in history. The one class he shared with Henry, and
                     just so happened to sit next to him.
  Bill tuned out the lecture and twiddled his pencil, keeping his gaze on his
desk. He didn't want to provoke the angry teen, but maybe he'd forgotten about
              it? Who knows how many other people Bowers rapes..
 Pale fingers snatched the pencil from Bill, tossing it across the room as the
stuttering one watched. Belch caught it smoothly, and no one noticed or cared.
 "Quit paying attention to some object, and look at me" Henry's voice dripped
                              with sadistic glee.
   He watched as the blond glanced at him with such fright, you could say he
looked like he'd seen a ghost. Henry stared with hungry eyes and smirked. That
 look, that damn look that never failed to make his cock hard. Bill's crystal
  blue eyes glinted as his pupils shrunk slightly due to fear. Shit was Bill
                              always this pale..?
   And with that thought, Bill collapsed onto the ground and Henry watched,
  motionless. The teacher's lecture came to a halt and she turned, looking at
                               Bill she gasped.
              "Get this boy to the health office!!" She shrieked.
  Well that turned out better than planned, Henry hoisted Bill over his right
  shoulder and carried him out of the class. Since he knew there was nothing
 really wrong with the stuttering boy, he instead carried him into a janitors
    closet. He set the younger down in the only chair and lifted his chin.
"Aye, wake up mush mouth" Henry said in annoyance and pulled out his knife. He
let out the blade and brought it down to the boys arm, lifting the long sleeve
 and sliced down. Not deep enough to kill the twerp, but enough to draw blood
                               almost instantly.
       Bill woke up with a start, yanking his limbs away and screaming.
  Henry quickly shoved a rag into Bill's mouth, kneeling down in front of the
                      chair and spreading the boys legs.
 "I'll kill you now, I don't mind using one of your other friends. Or you can
  shut up and enjoy it." Henry said in an almost kind tone. Of course it was
                                     fake.
 Bill's eyes dripped with tears as he silently watched the fox rub and caress
 his inner thighs. And at the same time spreading them. The greasers face was
                     watching Bill's private area closely.
      "If you're good, I'll give you a treat" Henry said through a grin.
  Bill was shaking, terrified of the older boy and what their definitions of
                                  treat were.
   Soon Bill's pants were slid down his smooth thighs and Henry watched with
 lidded, dilated eyes. His underwear joined and as Henry left rough kisses and
large hickeys on the pale thighs, he removed the rag from his mouth and moaned
 out. The soft wet tongue gliding against the sensitive purple marks elicited
                              pain and pleasure.
                         "P-please.." Bill whispered.
          "Please what, princess?" Henry growled, looking up at Bill.
Bill grabbed his member in his shaky hands and pressed it against Henry's lips.
He jutted his hips slightly, creating friction at the head of his dick against
                           the greaser's lower lip.
 "Good girl" Henry purred then stuck his tongue out, wetting the upper half of
                           the dick in front of him.
The stuttering boy arched his back and gripped the chair, enjoying the hot wet
                           mouth as it pleased him.
Soon Henry was bobbing his head up and down the small dick, letting his tongue
               roam every detail on his rabbit's cute sex organ.
"H-Henry~" Bill whined out, spreading his legs more and trying to stop himself
                      from thrusting into the wet mouth.
Henry pulled off and took Bill's hand, turning it palm up and licked the blood
               trailing down his wrist from the cut on his arm.
  Bill watched, frightened as Henry became instantly more excited. His pupils
      were blown out and he let blood run down the corners of his mouth.
  "Tastes so good, sweetie.." The older sighed, bringing himself to his feet.
  Henry picked Bill up easily and sat himself down in the chair. The younger
 straddled Henry comfortably, looking into the menacing eyes. Wait...menacing?
 They didn't look so menacing now. They looked...normal, besides the blown out
 pupils from lust. Bill started to blush at the realization that the other boy
                     was gazing at him as if in a trance.
  "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, not a stutter to be heard.
     Henry let his eyes slowly wander down the small body in front of him.
"I dont know what you're talking about, and I don't much care. Get my cock out
                          now." The greaser ordered.
His hands fumbled as he undid the thick belt, unbuttoned and unzipped the dark
blue jeans. Henry watched, lust fogging his mind as his jeans were tugged down
revealing tight jet black boxers. Fingers ghosted the outline of the hard cock
       that was confined there, then the last garment joined his pants.
   "Hurry it along" Henry snapped, grabbing Bill by his small jaw very hard,
                       fingers digging into his cheeks.
 Bill whimpered as the other boy lifted up his knife again and cut his cheek.
 Blood slowly trickled down past Bill's jaw and neck, making the fox drool at
  the sight. A wanton moan followed by a gasp erupted into the air as Henry's
tongue pressed and licked at the bloody jaw and neck, enjoying the taste of the
                               warm red liquid.
Trembling hands held the base of the fox's cock and started to stroke in a slow
    rhythm. Teeth sank into Bill's throat, causing him to whimper out from
                                   surprise.
  "D-don't leave anymore marks!" Bill cried out, unintentionally gripping the
                          member in his hand harder.
Henry growled and rutted into the hand, pulling his face away to look into the
                                    others.
            "You belong to me, now shut up." He commanded smoothly.
 Bill watched as the fox brought their members together, a hand wrapped around
                           both and jerked them off.
 Henry was quite close as he rutted into his hand and against his doll's dick,
  looking deep into her eyes as tears threatened to spill. Cheeks flushed and
mouth open letting out puffs of air and quiet moans. This was his, his to use.
                                 His to..love?
With that thought Henry blew his load, landing on his shirt. His chest bounced
              up and down gracefully, trying to catch his breath.
         "Where are we?" Bill huffed, disoriented from his own orgasm.
      "Mr. Marsh's office" the teen sighed, gazing back into Bill's eyes.
                       "You're mine, don't forget that."

The rest of the school day the two spent it together, they stayed in the closet
awhile longer. Bill watched Henry play with the wounds he'd created on his new
 fleshy canvas. Digging his fingers into the cuts and bites, drawing blood. Or
                biting some more and drawing blood every time.
Bill's eyes watered and he cried out when the pain was too much to bare. Tears
 rolled down his cheeks and he was losing his voice from screaming out at the
                               sadistic assault.
 After Henry had his fill on torturing his prey, he bandaged him up, touching
 him as if he were a delicate porcelain doll. His hands caressed him gently as
    he flattened bandages to stay right and wrapping his arm with ace wrap.
       "You missed one.." Bill spoke, referring to the cut on his cheek.
    "I could reopen it, babe. Don't act as if I should doubt my work" Henry
                    snapped, smacking Bill across the face.
 Why does he touch me like this now, like I'm fragile. Like I'll break beneath
  his grip if he's not careful; if when we get intimate he damages me. When I
                              talk, I regret it.
  Bowers led Bill out of school, and the younger looked back hesitantly, he's
           never skipped. And his friends would probably be worried.
 The hand on his right arm gripped harder and pulled him closer, away from the
                                    school.
     "Get going" Henry growled, watching Bill with an intense, emotionless
                                  expression.
Henry led Bill to the Paramount, a hand always holding his arm, gripping on his
  hip or by his waist. The blond felt like a prisoner, but Henry liked him. I
                      want someone to like me he thought.
  Henry ate popcorn and sipped a soda as the horror movie filled the theatre.
 Bill sat sideways on the greasers lap, resting his head on the broad shoulder
              as he watched the movie from the corner of his eye.
   Occasionally a long pale finger would poke at Bill's pink lips. He would
 hesitantly oblige by opening his mouth and he tasted yummy butter mixed with
                           popped corn as he chewed.
        "T-thank you" Bill said quietly, looking at Henry submissively.
  Henry glanced at Bill and his eyes widened intensely. His doll was being so
cute, his little stick legs swinging back and forth as panicked eyes peered at
him. Lust and possessiveness hit Bowers all at once, which forced him to avert
                                   his eyes.
  As much power as Henry had he didn't want to waste it on screwing the brat
right here in the theatre. Sure he'd get out alive, but barely. He'd walk home
to his dad fuming about being seen raping a poor boy in the movie theater. This
 is Derry we're talking about, no one would report Henry for it. No one would
                       care, they'd just want to forget.
                     "Henry!" A grimy, high voice shouted.
            He shifted his gaze to where the noise was coming from.
 A clown with a big white bald head, blood red hair all around the sides. Blue
   makeup and a red smile. It laid on its stomach like a school girl, ankles
                  crossed and held its head up by its hands.
  "Once your dad gets you, you'll come with me!" It stated with a happy tone,
                                   smiling.
    "I'll show you how to float, Henry! You'll all float! They all float!"
***** Nadir *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is basically pure smut
Chapter Notes
     1) I'll be updating every Tuesday and Thursday
     2) holy fuck this fanfic has too many hits why
     3) enjoy
 "Hey!! Where are we going?!" Bill shrieked, having been swept off his feet by
                Henry as the greaser bolted out of the theater.
Henry had seen something, something he swore it! It disturbed him, he couldn't
                                    focus.
 With wild eyes Henry took off into the woods towards the barrens, Bill in his
 arms like a princess. His body shook with the force of the older running and
 stopping, watching him snort, breathe and snarl like an animal. Like a bull.
His boots destroyed anything in their path, thundering footsteps as quick as a
                                     wolf.
 No wonder he could catch up with us all those chases, Bill thought. His eyes
      were glued to his face, cheeks heated as he admired the older boy.
  When Henry finally arrived at their destination (a couple broken trees that
shielded a small area from rain and sun), he was so tired he fell on his side,
angling himself upwards so Bill's weight landed on him rather than the ground.
        "What the hell was that about?" Bill asked, without a stutter.
  It took Henry a few seconds to process that it was Bill talking, he didn't
                        stutter so it was hard to tell.
  "Something was going to kill us" he panted, pulling his doll closer to his
                                    chest.
                               "What w-was it?"
                          "A clown. It knew my name"
Bill just stared blankly. A fucking clown? How stupid did Henry think he was?!
A small fist met Bowers' face, causing his eyes to open with such intensity it
                        made Bill flinch at the sight.
 Henry pinned the small boy, opening his legs with one hand while wiping blood
                         from his nose with the other.
 "Think you're funny, boy? I'll kill you, you know." The greaser spat, pulling
                             out his switchblade.
                     Bill thrashed and cried at the sight.
   "Y-you're the one w-who c-c-claimed to see a-a clown! You're crazy!" Bill
       cried, eyes fixed on the sharpened metal as it sliced his shirt.
  The older smirked, satisfied at the sounds and faces Bill made as the knife
 touched his pale skin. It was pure bliss, the sight of Bill Denbrough's blood
        spilling from his white skin. He couldn't wait to see it again.
  "Good dolls know how to listen and shut up, guess you'll just have to die"
           Henry said in glee, voice oozing with obsession and lust.
Henry brought the blade to the most visible vein on Bill's arm and tried not to
  laugh. Cries and pleas filled the air and pupils dilated. The blade shifted
    away from the vein and cut the skin their, blood instantly seeping out.
  Bill was sure he was dead as he drifted in and out of consciousness due to
fear, not actual blood loss. The leather wearing boy wouldn't damage his rabbit
                  enough to murder him, or at least not yet.
  "Hey, wake up. It wasn't even serious" Henry snapped, bringing the knife to
                                 Bill's mouth.
 Silver metal glinted as thin gums spewed blood, causing Bill to melt into the
touch. He tasted his blood and he pushed into the bruising feeling on his young
                                  pink gums.
  He finally yanked away and coughed and sputtered out his cherry red blood.
    Henry moaned at the sight, pushing his clothed cock to Bill's hand for
                                  attention.
 The blond blushed and shyly palmed the quickly growing erection as the brunet
licked and sucked at his bloody lips from the cut within his mouth. His tongue
 lit a fire in me, Bill noted. Rubbing, caressing and prodding at the injury.
 Lewd gasps, sighs and moans filled the air as Bill struggled to breathe from
the assault. Hands grabbed his ass, tugging down the jeans he wore and palming
                                his hard dick.
        "Please.." The younger begged, rutting his hips embarrassingly.
Henry smirked and watched his prey come undone before him. All he had to do was
  touch the right places on the younger, ghost his fingers over that growing
              member, caress his thighs and squeeze them gently.
  "What do you want, Billy boy?" Henry asked through a smirk and sadistic lit
                                     eyes.
  "Inside..I need you inside" Bill whimpered, spreading and lifting his legs
            slightly and started to rub between them with his palm.
 Henry's predatory eyes watched, lip quivering and cock twitching at the sight
           of Bill shamelessly rubbing his little hole like a whore.
"How could I say no to a face like that, doll? I'd do anything to own and have
 this body whenever I want. Its mine, you, you are mine" the greaser growled,
                    hiking Bill's underwear to his thighs.
Fingertips poked his bloodied lips and soon he was bobbing his head up and down
 those fingers, licking and wetting them lewdly. Henry pulled back his fingers
                  then started to rub at the cute pink hole.
   "A-ah! No, no stop.." Bill shuddered out through another cry of pleasure.
 "Do you really mean that? I don't think you do, mush mouth. You want me, and
 soon I'll be all you want" Henry smirked, watching the flustered blushing boy
            turn his head away and arch his back into the fingers.
     Henry moved two fingers in at once, he hadn't seen enough blood to be
satisfied, so he didn't care if it hurt the brat. But surprisingly they slid in
                          easily, eagerly stretching.
Bill's body had fell slack, his eyes fluttered close and a high whine came from
                              deep in his chest.
 "Was that your sweet spot, princess? You like my fingers being in you?" Henry
      cooed, trailing the tip of his tongue down the cut on Bill's cheek.
 Soft pants came from the youngers lips as his hole was worked by the greaser
                      who watched with lust hungry eyes.
 "You look so cute and eager like this, baby. Such a good girl" Henry praised,
                           pulling out his fingers.
 As Bill opened his eyes, his lips were forced to meet the other boys'. Henry
  licked into the soft, bloody mouth then smoothly glided against the tongue.
 "Oh~! Henry, p-please I-I cant take it" Bill begged again, pushing two of his
                           own fingers into himself.
      Henry bit his lip, surprised but backed off and watched the scene.
Bill was laying flat on his back, legs spread, two fingers working himself open
   and his other hand stroking himself. Bloody mouth hung open as moans were
         pulled from his body, enjoying putting on a show for his fox.
                  "Please, I need you.." Bill whimpered out.
  Henry's heart had melted and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down
  roughly and holding his cock to the wet hole. Bill removed his fingers and
                      guided Henry's hips as he entered.
   "Like that baby?" Henry growled, enjoying being in that tightness again.
  Bill's big blue eyes were filled with tears as he moaned, loving seeing the
             older boy's hips bury themselves beneath his thighs.
"Mhm...feel so full" Bill managed to get out, chest heaving as he watched Henry
                   bite his lip and flutter his eyes close.
Henry held his rabbit by the backs of his knees, thrusting deep and rough as he
 watched the boys reactions closely. His cock smoothly pushing in and pulling
                                     out.
 "Feels so good Henry" "please, please" "more~" and wanton whines flooded the
  air as Henry fucked his doll, grinning maliciously and staring down at her.
 Although he cherished his doll, knowing he's really a boy, he couldn't bring
 himself to think of him like that in intimate moments. Having his arm around
the blond, a hand on his hip as he's strewn across my lap. He recalled. It was
    a way of saying this doll is mine. The many times Butch had beaten him,
  threatened if he were a faggot, the shit he'd do would make death seem like
                                    heaven.
He'd never say it, he made very good precautions to make sure no one saw how he
 treated Bill. Bill, it's hard to match that name to the boy I'm plowing Henry
                        laughed internally to himself.
      "Henry?" The blond panted, looking into the greaser's eyes deeply.
          He's so pretty, just want to ruin it. Everything's ruined.
             Screams pierced the air and Henry laughed to himself.
                       None of it matters anyways Henry.
                             No one will love you.
 Henry had pulled out his blade and started cutting Bill's thighs, not deep of
 course. Although he was going numb, he was smart enough not to kill the brat.
  The thrusts became hasty and Henry sighed, close to release. He hadn't even
        realized what he was doing, all he remembered was the screams.
          "Get off!" Bill cried, yet the sounds he made were perfect.
He peered down as the older's hand grabbed his small dick and pumped it in time
   with his thrusts. He'd started angling himself different, hitting Bill's
                                   prostate.
                            "Like that, don't ya?"
 The pleasure was very overwhelming, causing him to cum all over his stomach.
              Real tears sprung from his eyes, so much pleasure.
Henry moved his hand to the bloody thighs and pressed on the wounds, extracting
more blood. Then he pushed two fingers into Bill's mouth as his thrusts became
                              harder and faster.
              "Getting used to the taste of your own blood yet?"
   He actually was, but he was so exhausted he could only whimper in reply. 
            "Something wrong doll? Stay awake till I've filled you"
                            What was Henry saying?
  He stayed awake, feeling warm liquid shoot into him. It was warm so he only
                       tried to snuggle closer to Henry.
                           "More intimate position?"
 He felt his body lay back against the earth, then his right leg was lifted as
the older boy propped himself up on his shoulder facing Bill. On his right side
he felt Henry's chest against his shoulder and arm as he was penetrated again.
"Shit..how can you be so tight" Henry groaned, eyebrows furrowing as he started
                                  to thrust.
    The younger let his body be used, he was too tired. His orgasm left him
                                  exhausted.
  After awhile of Henry using him, cutting his stomach and arms some more and
 playing with the blood; he finished. Bill was tired and was aching slightly,
 but disassociated. He felt more warm jizz leak out of his ass and glanced at
                                the older boy.
                                That's my blood
 Blood dripped from Henry's chin and nose, his teeth practically stained with
it. His tongue swiped more crimson liquid from his lips as his eyes were locked
                                on the wounds.
"You're beautiful" Henry managed to get out, dazed from the high of his orgasm
                              and so much blood.
      Finally Bill could rest, he passed out almost instantly afterwards.
***** Quiet is Violent *****
Chapter Summary
     Patrick gets introduced. Short chapter
Chapter Notes
     1,000 hits, what the fuck. Thanks to those who read this shit though.
     Flattered
Bill had been found by his friends, he was clothed and bandaged, only wounds to
be found were ones poking out from his shirt collar and wrists. His shirt had a
        tear from Henry cutting it and his mouth still tasted of blood.
    "What're you doing here, Bill?" Richie asked, his eyebrows furrowing in
                      confusion as the losers approached.
 None of them had noticed any injuries besides the cut on his cheek. His whole
   body ached, especially his mouth. He was sitting on the ground, alone and
                  wondering where Henry was only moments ago.
 "Its...a long story" Bill forced himself not to stutter, getting to his feet
                     while trying not to wince from pain.
   "Did someone get you?!" Eddie asked, scared for Bill and touched his arm.
 "I'm fine guys, don't w-w-worry about it. I-Is...school o-out already?" Bill
               asked, looking around at the eyes of his friends.
  "Yeah, we couldn't find you, so we decided to come get you ourselves" Stan
                smirked, crossing his arms and looking at Bill.
 "It ain't my fault! Besides, don't you and E-E-Eddie have to go h-home after
school?" The blond retorted, smiling as him and his friends made their way back
                  to Derry streets with their conversations.
For the rest of the day they all wandered the streets, chatting it up. Talking
about dreams, goals, school and their parents. The topic of home life had Bill
                   in silence, uncomfortable at the subject.
  "Jeez I gotta go home. Sorry guys, my mom said I had to be home right after
school anyways." Eddie piped up, hugging Bill before striding off with Richie,
                                 Bev and Stan.
Bill politely escorted Ben home, protective over every last loser and wanted to
  ensure their safety. As he walked home the sky started to pour, large water
  droplets quickly forming puddles on the old worn sidewalks of Derry. As he
           continued, he watched water flood into the storm drains.
 The day I lost Georgie, the weather had been just like this. If only I hadn't
                 been sick, or if I didn't let him go at all!
As tears filled his eyes, he didn't realize that his eyes were glued to a storm
drain, and as he approached it he stopped. Strange smells and sounds came from
      the drain, but in his mourning he didn't give it a single thought.
Suddenly many balloons raced out of the drain, floating to the sky as more and
more balloons desperately followed after. The colors were blue, green, yellow,
                               orange and pink.
Bill realized what he was witnessing and his eyes widened, very confused by the
          situation. He started to back away, then he heard his name.
                                    "Bill!"
  He froze, then quickly peered into the storm drain closely. He saw Georgie,
 staring up at him with menacing eyes, but not noting anything he didn't want
to. His brother,he was right there. Alive! But the funeral...it wasn't a dream,
                                I'm sure of it!
  "Georgie? G-get outta there!" Bill cried, launching himself to his knees in
                           front of the storm drain.
Water rushed past his knees and body, soaking his lower half as he reached his
                     pale arms through the large opening.
 "Come down here, Bill" Georgie pleaded softly, motionlessly staring up at the
                                  crying boy.
 Before Bill could question, Georgie's body was forming a distinct black line
 down the middle. It started to peel open, as if his body were made of paper.
 What was inside disregarded what was once Georgie; like a butterfly escaping
              its cocoon; and looked up at Bill with yellow eyes.
A clown. A clown with a big red nose and disgusting red lips. He always thought
 red was a color of passion and lust while on lips, at its worst maybe anger.
Perhaps a red head in a tight red dress that shaped her curves would fit having
                               glossy red lips.
                         Oh god, this was horrifying.
     Is that my voice? My head hurts. And my throat, what the fuck clown.
Its long nasty sharp teeth shown as it laughed and pulled Bill into the drain.
                                  -meanwhile-
Patrick Hockstetter; the name that always left Henry's mouth with a bad taste.
 Although he loathed the fag he watched him trail too harsh of bites down his
chest. They were in Belch's Trans Am, he was straddled by the freak as the sun
                             was starting to set.
   The younger grinded his hips down against the greaser's, watching with an
  amused grin with evil behind its intention. He bit his bottom lip and held
                     Henry's chin up, kissing him gently.
Henry furrowed his eyebrows, but kissed back nonetheless. He reached up behind
  Patrick and grabbed his hair hard, pulling it back and exposing his creamy
                                    throat.
 As he was forced to crane his neck back he whimpered in surprise and his hips
 movements became more erratic. Henry smirked, watching the fellow psychopath
enjoy being toyed with. He sucked, licked and bit all over that throat, leaving
                              it purple and red.
 Patrick was pushed on his back as the older crawled on top of him, unzipping
                                  his pants.
  "That felt so good~ I love when you bite" Patrick even sounded like he was
                             grinning ear to ear.
 This boy is such a freak. Your freak. Mine? Why on earth would I want someone
                              as easy as Patrick.
   "Ya? I already know what you like, fag." Henry spat, pushing up Patrick's
                                    shirt.
 The younger watched as large hands splayed across his ribs, Henry's lips left
gentle kisses in the center of the pale chest, then trailed off to the side and
 started to lick and tease at a nipple. This had Patrick arching his back, one
   eye closed as he watched and panted. Henry always looks so hot when he's
                                 servicing me.
When he had finished his attention on Patrick's chest it left his nipples wet,
                       pinkish red and hard as bullets.
"Damn. You're practically made for me" Patrick said in a tone lower than usual,
                      gazing up at Henry with dark eyes.
  "Keep saying weird shit, pansey. My fist doesn't mind giving your face more
  lovin" Henry growled, yet he still pulled his cock out alongside Patrick's.
 The more ill of the two made pained whines along with moans, he knew how pain
 drove Henry crazy. He watched said boy hold their cocks together as he rutted
 in a slightly fast pace. He always looks so serious in these moments, Patrick
thought. He watched the older boy furrow his eyebrows, keeping his eyes closed
               as he focused on pleasing himself and his friend.
"You can't resist me, can you?" Patrick dared, saying through a grin that made
                             Henry's stomach turn.
 "What..?" Was all Henry could manage to get out, his face was flushed and he
  growled softly from the pleasure of his hand and Patrick's cock against his
                                     own.
  Patrick sat up stiffly, as if he wasn't being pleasured like Henry was and
                 caught the older's chin between his fingers.
   "You call me a fag, but if I can turn you into a red, sweaty mess just by
giving you my body like this, then who's thereal fag?" Patrick almost laughed,
    kissing Henry deeply as he too started to thrust against the older boy.
Henry felt numb as his tongue fought for dominance, the pleasure boiled hotter
            in his stomach and legs as he started to become close.
  "I'm..not a fag" the older managed to get out, pulling away from Patrick's
                               passionate kiss.
"All I have to do is cry and let you damage me; then you're all mine, just like
                this" the younger panted, quite close himself.
 Henry couldn't concentrate, he was so close and buried his face in Patrick's
                     neck as he came all over his stomach.
   Patrick's orgasm soon joined, sending white ribbons of sperm all over his
                               stomach as well.
 As they panted and held each other closer, the older got an idea. He sat up,
escaping Patrick's grip. Before the usually grinning boy could pout, he leaned
                  down and lapped up the cum on his stomach.
     Patrick giggled and watched, admiring his crush through hungry eyes.
       "I don't like you" Henry stated as he sat up and fixed his jeans.
The younger stared emotionlessly. No, not even vacant of emotion; just vacant.
                                 Then smiled.
 "Of course, Henry" Patrick said through another grin, although his positivity
                                   was fake.
 When they hopped out of the vehicle and walked together, Henry took Patrick's
                                     hand.
  "I need you to do something for me" the greaser told, glancing at the other
                                     boy.
"Oh~? And what makes you think I'll want to? Because of my special treatment?"
           Patrick pushed, putting the hand he once held on his ass.
 Henry blushed, startled and slightly flustered as he yanked his hand away and
 punched Patrick in the face. The force was so hard it sent the boy falling to
                                  the ground.
"You're either useful to me, or not around me at all" Henry snapped, landing a
                         hard kick to Patrick's side.
The younger boy was pushed over, rolling on his back from the force. He smiled
as blow after blow from Henry's fists and feet bloomed bruises and blemishes on
 his pale skin. Bruises from other days were faded, slightly faded or somewhat
                                    fresh.
         Patrick loved to coo and swoon over the marks Henry left him.
                               I don't like you
  Patrick's eyes darted to Henry; intense yet unexpressive of any emotiom. He
 dreaded those words. Openly expressing anything but joy/pain while receiving
   the older boy's wrath was not safe. Henry stared down, anger and numbness
 intermingled, boiling in his mind. He grabbed Patrick by the throat, holding
                        him a few feet off the ground.
 "Don't worry, I'll keep using you." Henry stated coldly then threw Patrick to
                the ground as if he were a trash bag. Worthless
 "Although, if you refuse to do this favor for me, I'll throw you away." Henry
            threatened, keeping his gaze solely on the younger boy.
 "What's the favor" Patrick asked gently, walking on eggshells as to not upset
   the easily triggered boy again as he touched his slowly bruising throat,
                      complimenting the many love bites.
  "Get into Denbrough's house and make sure he's there, I'll be waiting for a
full explanation of what's going on there tomorrow. Do what you like, but don't
 draw blood." Henry commanded, holding his hand out and helping Patrick to his
                            feet like a gentleman.
As if my body weren't the proof of your mistreatment, you're truly sick, Henry
Bowers. I love it. My bruised body is proof of your misery, I wouldn't want you
                                any other way.
  Patrick had his claws too deep in Bowers, and the greaser didn't even know.
He'd accompany him sometimes, a favor here and there. But at the end of the day
   Henry melted to his touch and got off on him. He could be ashamed all he
 wanted, but the younger loved every minute of it. Every minute he spent with
                                    Bowers.
Watching the older play with his prey was one of Patrick's few favorite things,
it's what drew him in. Watching pain, whether it be his own; which is rare; or
   someone else's, it turned Patrick on so much. Henry specifically prefers
              inflicting but, I'll gladly accept either any day!
             "Got it.." Patrick whispered then hugged Henry close.
 When the freak gets innocently touchy feely like this it always makes me bad.
                         But he should know his place.
   He left a soft kiss on Patrick's jaw, said his goodbye then headed home,
   leaving the younger to crave that touch and do anything to have it again.
 
***** Envy *****
Chapter Notes
     What characters y'all wanna see more?
   This Derry night was oddly quiet as Patrick made his way to the Denbrough
house. This house used to have such a welcoming loving vibe that, well Patrick
  didn't understand, or care for. But now it felt..dead. Just how I like'em.
  As he clambered in through a second story window and rolled in silently, he
 noticed he was in fact, in Bill's room. The stuttering boy's previously worn
                outfits hung neatly in his closet. But no Bill.
   He listened to the house awhile for any signs of Bill. A voice, maybe his
  smaller footsteps, but no. Nothing. And it didn't seem like the adults were
             bothered by this as they played the tv way too loud.
   He groaned internally, not wanting to deal with this not going smoothly.
                                      ---
 Henry puffed on a cigarette as he walked through Derry, towards the place he
  dreaded most. Home. He'd honestly let just about anything distract him from
                    what felt like was returning to prison.
  He thought of Patrick, and grimaced. He was useful at times and definitely
 proivided a good fuck without a complaint. But he's tainted inside, just like
Henry; sadistic fuckers who act on instinct and pretend to care for others for
personal gain. This way of life didn't bother Henry personally, but he'd never
  like anyone remotely like himself. Not truly. Henry hated himself the most.
                             No one will love you
  Tears came to Henry's eyes as he recalled his father's words, taking larger
puffs on his cig to ease the pain if that were possible.. He hated his father,
  but could never bring himself to really hate him. He's the only adult who's
stuck around in his life, but only that fact is what provided comfort all those
             years of abuse. And a few more to come at this rate.
                                "Sharp stuff!"
   Henry stopped, defensive as his eyes roamed his surroundings. His fingers
  tapped rhythmically over his pocket, where his freshly sharpened blade was
            confined in denim. He let the cig drop from his mouth.
    Pennywise had Henry's favorite boy in his arms, about 20 feet from him.
                                    A doll.
  Bill's eyes were blank, cloudy and lifeless, much like his body. It's hands
were holding the boy uncomfortably close, the boys head tilted slightly and his
                               lips were parted.
They must be dressed, taken care of and satisfied. Their only pain being their
                                only pleasure.
It's gloved hand held the doll like boy's wrist up and shook it back and forth,
                                mocking Henry.
 Hate is all this clown has for you, and everyone else, Henry. No real power.
  Henry swiftly pulled out his knife, striding towards his doll and the clown
                           without another thought.
 It snarled and glanced at something, then flashing its teeth down at the boy,
 It was gone in a sudden array of balloons. Once again, orange, yellow, green,
                                pink and blue.
Bill's eyes altered, life returning to them as his eyes were once again crystal
blue instead of hazy pearl blue. As his legs gave out beneath himself from not
 having been standing on his own to begin with, Henry was pulling him into his
                       arms. He smelt of beer and dirt.
"Hey, wake up shorty" Henry grumbled, smacking one of Bill's cheeks a few times
                                  quite hard.
 Bill felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, so he grabbed the greaser's
                                     hand.
 "It...It killed..G..G-Georgie" he choked out, shaking as his grip tightened.
The fucking brat was still worried about his brother? Shit, if he knew anything
   about caring for a family member correctly he could empathize. But no, he
                 didn't understand why Bill couldn't move on.
On the other hand, as he looked into his crystal blue eyes: time seemed to stop
  in a way. Anything else in existence meant 0 to Henry, he wanted to protect
               Bill. How pathetic, what a faggot you've become.
 He backed away, forcing Bill to his own feet and held his head, turning away
                  and trying to stop the pain from memories.
  "Who are you talking to?" Bill snapped, looking at someone out of his view.
  Henry looked in the direction, and froze. Patrick was there. Standing with
                           blood all over his hands.
 Henry didn't know it, but those words weren't repeated in his head. They were
                           said aloud from Patrick.
 "What the fuck, Hockstetter?" Henry barked, storming towards the younger in a
 threatening dominant manner. He was much like a confused, frightened bull at
                                  this point.
 This alone made Patrick shiver, looking at Henry then cleared his throat and
                             backed away slightly.
   "Well the loser wasn't at his house so I was gonna come tell you" Patrick
  countered, quickly holding his hands out as to keep space between him and a
                very angry Henry Bowers holding daddy's knife.
 Henry's wild eyes calmed, along with himself and he looked at Patrick again,
                                 backing off.
                               "You can go home"
                     "And what will happen if I do that?"
                             "..what will happen?"
       "Yeah! Why the fuck is this freak suddenly so important to you?"
                           "The only freak is you."
                      Bill erupted in tears and ran off.
                      "You'll be punished for this later"
Henry dashed after his doll, quickly grabbing him in his arms and watching him.
"Bill, calm down. Tell me more if you can" Henry spoke calmly, moving his hands
to the younger's face and holding him by the chin gently, as to keep him still.
   He felt like a wild animal being trapped, he was going to fight. Thrash,
                      scream, cry, doesn't matter! Run!!
      "Be a good doll for me, baby. I won't let anything hurt you again"
 His heart stopped, you'll protect me if I make you happy. Seemed like an easy
  enough deal, but still he trembled. Henry could see his eyes widen slightly
            from shock and his cheeks turn slightly pink. How cute.
"That w-was Patrick Hockstetter" Bill managed to get out, yanking himself from
                                  the older.
                             Henry cringed. Gross.
                            "What about the fag.."
   "He was at my house?! And why is he so interested in our business?!" Bill
             whined, he was very embarrassed to be used by Bowers.
                                 He likes me.
"After I left your beauty to rest, I hung out with the guys. So I sent Patrick
to make sure you got home." Henry grumbled, grabbing Bill by his chin again and
                            looking into his eyes.
His cheeks were burning as 2 fingers held him still by his chin, unable to pry
                          his eyes from the greaser.
  "The c-c..clown's name is P-Pennywise." He stuttered, looking down finally.
  Henry sighed, distress had him pulling away and getting out another cig to
                                   light it.
"You need to be watched at all times then I suppose, hm? Can't leave you alone
 for a few hours without..coming close to whatever the clown had in store for
   you." The older added, taking long hits off the cancer stick as he spoke.
"You must be tired, baby. I'll walk you home" he offered, taking one of Bill's
                  hands and hurried in the correct direction.
"My.... p-parents..don't.. c-care if I have someone over" Bill stated, holding
                  up Henry's hand and kissing the top of it.
 Henry was blushing as he yanked his hand away, startled by both Bill's words
                                 and actions.
                         "You wouldn't mind me over?"
                     "I've heard about your h..home life."
               Henry stopped, staring emotionlessly at the boy.
"Never speak of that again" Henry spat coldly, forcing himself not to slap the
                                 little shit.
  Although Henry was angry, he let Bill lead him to the house. Entire arm in
Bill's clutches because he was scared as fuck, along with soaking wet at that.
They were lucky it hadn't gotten very cold that night. His parents were asleep
  when they arrived he noted, lazily making their way through the house after
 they entered. When they made it to Bill's room he dismissed himself to bring
                            stuff to eat and drink.
     The room was a dull blue but neat and tidy. I could get used to this.
He removed his boots as to not track anymore mud in, then saw another track of
                                  mud prints.
                               Patrick's tracks.
                                 You liked it.
 He shuddered and realized, Denbrough saw him in tears. Crying!! Did the brat
                                   remember?
As he tried to calm down he quickly shook off his leather jacket and tossed it
   over the back of the single chair and collapsed against the bed. The room
 didn't stink in fact it was cleaner than any house, or room for that matter,
                            that he'd ever been in.
  As they ate random foods Bill had brought to the room, he talked about his
experience with Pennywise and a little about his day. That stutter is perfect.
He was losing himself in the way Bill talked and looked. Looking into his eyes,
                          always expressing emotion.
   "I don't let anyone touch what's mine" the older stated with hidden glee,
         grabbing Bill by the throat and pushing him back on the bed.
  Denbrough's chest twitched involuntarily as he attempted to breathe, panic
       filling his eyes as he watched Henry's eyes glaze over from lust.
It was always instinct for Henry Bowers, stripping out the weak and dominating.
                 You dominate, yet you're as weak as any prey.
 Henry shoved all the plates and bowls off the bed without a care; a mess his
                      doll would clean later he supposed.
 Hands forced, ripped and pulled at Bill's wet clothes, frightening him as he
     squirmed violently. But he knew he couldn't escape, he didn't want to
                                  honestly..
  As his underwear was torn off his body he watched the other boy gaze at the
                    marks that'd been left from last time.
           "Still flawless" Henry cooed, putting pressure on a few.
The younger squirmed, apprehension filling him as he was flipped on his stomach
                               and pushed down.
        "Don't h-h-hurt me please.." Bill whimpered, shaking from fear.
    Henry bit his lip, precum staining his underwear as his cock begged for
                                   freedom.
 "I will if you don't quit talking" Henry snapped, looking down at his rabbit.
  He squirmed and gasped as he felt Henry's confined member grind against his
                                     ass.
"A-already sore..can't t-take anym-more" Bill panted, arching his back anyways
                                involuntarily.
Henry grinned and started to undo his jeans, watching them slide down his hips.
  "Don't be ridiculous, you want me" the older stated, pushing the tip of his
                           dick against Bill's hole.
The younger's face instantly heated, shame raked at his heart as he arched his
                         back more; beginning to pant.
   "You're like a cat in heat, it's amusing" Henry gushed through a sadistic
                                    smirk.
 As he entered, he watched Bill give a full body shiver and reach between his
 legs. Imagining his doll desperately playing with his little member; tugging
     stroking and twisting, while he was being plowed; drove Henry crazy.
 He let the boy adjust, then grabbed him by his throat and pulled him up so he
stood on his knees, back against Henry's chest. He stared down at his prey with
 lust hungry eyes, wanting to worship and taint every part of Bill Denbrough's
                                     body.
 He forced the boy down comfortably on his hands and knees. Henry pulled out,
spreading Bill's cheeks with his hands as he watched in fine detail then forced
                               himself back in.
"Henry! Henry..s-stop!" Bill cried, yet he played with his small dick even more
    desperately, leaning forward to rest his forehead on his free forearm.
   Henry watched, leering over Bill as he held the small hips and continued
thrusting deep and slow to tease his rabbit. Every time he'd pull out far, Bill
     would push back and whine, glancing back with a shameless expression.
 "How does it feel?" The older asked through a smirk, one of his hands getting
                            out his knife silently.
 "Hurts...s-stop..." Bill whimpered, silently swearing never to admit how much
                                 he loves it.
   "I see through your shit, little bastard. Can't fool me like you can fool
 everyone else." Henry spat, rocking his hips in a different pace causing his
                          unlikely lover to moan out.
                        Can Patrick see through yours?
             Bill's mind went numb as he remembered the other boy.
                             How he talked to him
                             Like he owned Henry.
                      How could anyone own Henry Bowers.
                       The boy who practically owns me!
                      He called him a fag? What the fuck?
  Jealousy bubbled deep in Bill's mind as Henry pulled out, panting slightly.
 He was pushed over on his back, his legs quickly were lifted and pushed down,
                            his knees to his chest.
"Hold your knees" Henry ordered, tracing all his fingertips from the younger's
                         thighs down to his used ass.
 His back arched, eyes widening and crying out weakly as he was entered again.
  This time it was faster and Henry was fucking him savagely. He gripped his
knees as his fox held his pale thighs tightly, thrusts almost knocking the air
                                from his lungs.
Henry's eyes were glued to Bill's lewd body. The way his fingers and toes would
twitch involuntarily from pleasure and how his back arched, desperately wanting
more of the cock that continued to force itself in him. The faces he made too,
lips parted, eyes lidded and fogged with lust. And from observation, his cheeks
            and ears were as pink as his nipples, which were hard.
                          "Do... you.. like Patrick?"
                                 Henry halted.
It had come out more shaky than expected, yet small and without a stutter. Even
  still; anger clouded his vision as he peered down at Bill, disgusted by the
        other boys name. But he was intrigued on where this was going.
"No, I hate the fuckin pansey. Really wanna talk about some other guy when I'm
        right here?" The older sneered then thrusted slower but harder.
  The younger moaned out as the greaser was snapping his hips in a different
                         angle, teasing his prostate.
  Suddenly he withdrew himself from the moaning mess beneath him and smirked.
"Free to go" Henry said breathlessly, starting to pull his pants and underwear
                                   back up.
 Bill grabbed Henry by his wrist quickly, but looked down as to hide his eyes.
                                 "What is it?"
                                "D..d-don't.."
                                  "Speak up!"
    Bill looked up at his...boyfriend?, eyes brimmed with tears, face still
            flushed. Can I even call him my boyfriend? What are we?
                                "Don't stop.."
              The older grinned, closing the space between them.
 The sound of his rapid heart beat was loud in his ears as he felt sharp pain
                               across his neck.
 "I won't, doll. I love your body too much." Henry growled, dropping the knife
     gently a foot away and started to choke Bill as he thrusted back in.
  His fingers didn't have a hard hold, just gripped loosely. He could almost
touch his thumb to his middle finger, watching as his hand pushed open the cut
                       he'd made on the boys white neck.
 Bill was seeing stars as he reveled in being filled, cut and used again. His
               cum shot out violently as his eyes squeezed shut.
                                   "Say it"
    Bill opened one of his eyes, mouth open in whimpers and whines from the
                                   pleasure.
                                "Say w-w-what?"
      A genuine smile appeared on Derry's local bully Henry Bowers' face.
                Having your prey like this, he's so vulnerable.
                                   Hurt him
 Bill whimpered and shuddered as Henry began to carve his name into his inner
   thigh. It wasn't large, so the younger boy wouldn't faint of blood loss.
                       "Whatever you're thinking, doll"
                    "Why do you call me such weird things"
      "Cause that's what you are to me. A pretty, weak, helpless thing."
    Bill looked down, unable to stop himself from having to avert his eyes.
He watched the older boy go down on him, careful and kind with his actions. His
  lips touched his own name, which bled down to the bed from the pale thighs
                            blotched in love bites.
  "Henry!" Bill whined out, unable to look away as said boy traced the carved
                           letters with his tongue.
Tasting and smearing the metallic liquid and sucking more out, baring his teeth
     teasingly at Bill and sticking his tongue out in a malevolent smile.
                                     Prey.
  Teeth sunk into the bloody skin, biting only hard enough to pull more blood
                                     out.
       Bill shuddered, panting and watching as his fox enjoyed his body.
                                 "I love you"
   Henry's eyes widened, never having ever heard those words towards him. He
looked up at his doll with dangerous eyes and pounced up, pinning the boy down
                             with his full weight.
"Ow..s-stop" Bill squeaked, refraining from squirming so he doesn't anger Henry
                  any further. If that's even what that was.
            He leaned in, locking lips with the blond passionately.
                                     Prey.
                                        
***** Wile *****
Chapter Summary
     Less smutty. Henry gets tricked
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 When Henry woke up he was surprised, yet relieved. No Butch, no sweaty, dirty
                                    smell.
  Tracing Bill's jaw with his fingers, he watched the boy sleep. Peaceful and
                     vulnerable. Absolutely irresistible.
He wrapped Bill's thigh in bandages after cleaning it with water. He had left a
 bite mark, he noted. He could barely make it out due to his crooked teeth. He
lazily cleaned wounds on the body beneath him. Purple, red and weak faded green
 blotched against his pale skin on his inner thighs, throat, hips, elbows and
                                    knees.
   Cuts accented the tender damaged thighs. The cut on his doll's throat was
barely visible due to bruises but a few cuts on his arms and stomach had become
    infected. Henry fetched anything he could find in the bathroom, rubbing
                 alcohol, ace wrap, bandages and cotton swabs.
After bandaging the rubbed raw cuts and smoothing out a small band aid over the
slice on Bill's cheekbone, he dressed him in a long sleeved turtle neck hanging
                       in the closet and pajama bottoms.
              They must be dressed, taken care of and satisfied.
  He shook his head, disturbed at the memory of Bill looking lifeless in the
                            colorful clown's arms.
    Now he was angry, he looked at Bill's face. The boy breathed gently as
               inspecting eyes landed on his bandaged cheekbone.
                  Their only pain being their only pleasure.
  His doll sure did seem to like the pain. The pain Henry inflicted anyways.
                              He deserves better.
                 You deserve that faggot Patrick Hockstetter.
Henry sneered his lip and buttoned his jeans. This brat was his, no clown would
ever get his hands on him again. He pulled a small box out from a hidden pocket
                   in his jacket and put it under a pillow.
 Throwing his jacket over his shoulders and wiggling his boots on; he left the
                                    house.
                                    -Later-
When morning came, Bill woke up very sore. His ass hurt, but not as much as his
 inner thighs. He cried softly and hurried to the bathroom, confused as to why
                 he was in clothes he didn't dress himself in.
As he stripped he tore off the bandages, watching as his cut and bruised limbs
wriggled out of the clothes he wore. He was in awe, staring at his almost naked
    body in the mirror. He quickly rid himself of his underwear and his jaw
                                   dropped.
Once pale inner thighs were dark with bruises and hickeys. He lifted his right
                          thigh and grabbed his knee.
  Henry was engraved into his skin with a bite mark on it. The large red cuts
   that complimented the other injuries made Bill blush. He inspected more,
touching the tender cuts on his thighs. They were long and trailed out instead
              of only being on his inner thighs like the bruises.
 His knees were bruised too, from Henry's death grip he assumed, same with his
hips. As his eyes wandered up his white body, he saw his cut up arms. The large
  one that was inflicted when the older threatened to kill him ran up his arm
    instead of across. Bruises that blotched his elbows were slightly faded
                                   already.
         He shivered at the memory, scared yet infatuated by the pain.
His palm glided gently up his stomach and past his chest to his throat. Hickeys
 and a large bruise from Henry's hand left his neck completely purple besides
the red gash from last night. That cut was perfectly straight, in the center of
            his throat going across. It was slightly swollen. Ouch.
 He saw his small dick rise for attention in the mirror. He stared, horrified
          that he'd get up just by looking at what Henry left on him.
                                  -Meanwhile-
 Patrick was stroking his cock, panting as his fingers closed around the head,
squishing the bead of precum and spreading it over the pink skin. He shuddered
            and continued thrusting into his hand, close to climax.
   When he didn't feel like attending shitty school; which frankly was quite
              often; he spent his day doing almost exactly this.
 A lifeless orange furry cat lay beside him, its throat small from an extended
time of restriction. It was torn out and its blood lay on Patrick's hands as he
                      continued to use its blood as lube.
 After he finished he stored the body with the rest. Sure the house was dark,
 musky and quite old, that's good. No one will come here, if they do I'll have
                        to find a bigger fridge. Hehe.
                 "Child" Pennywise snapped from out of sight.
Patrick jolted. Man, he was not good at pleasing people who depended on him. Oh
                                     well.
           "Mmh" the boy managed out, eyes drifting left and right.
   He licked blood and cum off his hand as he finished working his pants on.
                             "You know what to do"
                               I don't like you
         His fingers scratched at his arm. Paranoid and glancing back.
It stood tall, leering over Patrick with ease, eyes lidded and blazing yellow.
                                 "Kill Bill."
                          -as school is getting out-
Henry was in the barrens, silently daring any Loser to show. He put out a cig,
                          next to 3 burned out ones.
Although he wish this were delaying the inevitable, it wasn't. His dad doesn't
 mind him gone, but rather minds that he doesn't have someone doing work. He'd
   have to wait till the bastard was passed out to get everything done so he
                   didn't earn a beating when Butch saw him.
        The fag Henry dreaded most approached, blood all over his body.
"What the fuck? Killing animals again you freak?" Henry spat, disgusted by the
                                   display.
                     Blood is nice, but only human blood!
  "Sorry~" Patrick whined, taking one of Henry's hands and holding it to his
                                     lips.
The greaser felt as if he were in a trance as he watched his fingers disappear
                        into the animal killer's mouth.
 "You know I don't like seeing that shit.." He said quietly, getting hard from
                                   watching.
                 The younger pulled away and crossed his arms.
       "I said sorry! What do you want from me?" He snapped, impatient.
  Before Henry could reply he was pushed against a tree and kissed deeply. He
                kissed back and grabbed the younger by his hips
  Their kisses were always sloppy, which made light of their sexual tension.
The older pulled away, a string of saliva between their lips as they parted. He
           was panting and his cock was strained against his jeans.
   His eyebrows furrowed as Patrick grinded his hips against his own, their
               members rubbing slightly causing him to shudder.
             "I want you" he stated in a deeper voice than usual.
     Henry let his body be maneuvered to the ground. He watched, although
disassociated. His legs were spread and he felt something hard rub against his
                                 inner thigh.
  "I bet your skin is so soft~" he added, rolling his hips as he humped Henry
                                slow and hard.
His eyes were dilated, mind somewhere else as he felt much lighter and his body
                 felt warm. Patrick noticed this and smirked.
"Did you not go home to daddy last night?" He asked through an amused sinister
                                    smile.
  "Don't..don't call him that, you fucking faggot" Henry managed to get out,
              trying to get a hold of his body and state of mind.
           His body wasn't turned on as much as it was just relaxed.
 "You're tired!" The younger oozed, yanking down Henry's pants and pushing his
               underwear up his thighs slightly to expose them.
 He watched the freak pull out his thick member and rub it against his exposed
                                    thigh.
 His cheeks flared crimson as he felt it. His knees were held together and he
           watched Patrick push between his thighs and groan lowly.
 He watched as the younger boy thrusted, the head of his dick popping forward
                           between his white thighs.
       "Stop.." He sighed, drowsy and too warm and comfortable to move.
 Patrick smiled big and laughed to himself. This laugh was nothing like Henry
                   had ever heard before, not from Patrick.
                                 Your Patrick
                           Henry stared, horrified.
                              "What?" He snapped.
     Patrick's eyes were filled with passion and lit up a radiant yellow.
    "I'm yours" he finally replied, voice distorted and slightly deeper and
                                   scratchy
Chapter End Notes
     "Your blood will be my lotion"
     -Colossus
***** Possession *****
Chapter Summary
     Damn 2,000 hits. Fuck is going on?
The losers were running for their lives, confusion written on all their faces.
    Patrick Hockstetter had never hunted them alone like this. It made the
     situation more deadly, Henry never let him kill. But said boy wasn't
                           accompanying this chase.
  Bill hid with Bev beside a house, they were probably around McCarrow Park.
 "Think he's coming?" She asked, horrified of the boy chasing them like a mad
                                    killer.
"I d-don't know.." Bill whispered, peering out into the open area for signs of
                                     life.
                   "Stuttering Bill~" he heard someone coo.
 He spun around and tensed when Bev clung to him like a scared bat. He blushed
          and held her, glaring up at whatever was frightening them.
                 There stood Patrick, grinning like a villain.
His cock twitched when he saw how frightened the girly kids were. And although
      they both resembled girls, Bill held her like a man should a woman.
                            He erupted in laughter.
                                  Take a look
                                  -meanwhile-
Patrick, or rather Pennywise was sucking Henry off when his vision flashed, he
saw through the real Patrick's eyes. He watched as Bill held Beverly Marsh they
                 looked frightened but big Bill looked brave.
It pulled off the large cock in its mouth and looked at Henry, pupils flashing.
                              "Henry" It growled.
   Henry looked down at what he saw as Patrick and flinched at the sight of
                               unnatural pupils.
He couldn't take his eyes away though, they were glued to the glowing orbs. It
began to inch closer and closer till their lips touched gently and they stared
                            into each others souls.
 To him, they looked like a movie theater, reels of pictures that moved in an
 animation is what made those orbs glow. As It began to passionately make out
                with Henry again, he watched through the eyes.
 Bill, my doll. He stood their defensively, staring and holding Beverly Marsh.
                                What the hell?
                     Henry yanked away, angry and flushed.
          "Henry" It called again, its eyes watching said boy's face.
          "What?!" He snapped, confused and upset. Which wasn't safe.
 "Patrick's" body began to fade away like dust in the wind, revealing a clown
with smeared red lipstick. It smiled at Henry, baring its sharp, jagged teeth.
              "Kill them all, Henry. For me" It asked delicately,
He clenched his fists as to make them stop shaking, but only made it worse. His
 eyes darted around, anywhere for an answer. Then looked back into those eyes
                                    again.
  Furious, confident eyes peered out at. He didn't like his doll looking this
    way, as if he could defend that girl from anything. He's just as weak.
                             "Kill them all Henry"
     Henry stared emotionlessly, scared yet too intimidated to back down.
                                "Kill them all"
                                 Kill them all
                                 Kill them all
                                 Kill them all
                   Henry's head rung, increasing his anger.
                                  "Alright."
                                  -meanwhile-
 Patrick let Beverly off the hook, but he pinned Bill, sniffing his face at an
                           uncomfortable proximity.
"Why does he like you? Are you easy to hurt? Or rather.." Patrick trailed off.
His hand rubbed between Bill's ass cheeks lewdly, pressing his index finger to
                         the hole beneath the clothes.
                    "Are you tight?" He asked, smiling big.
  Bill squirmed uncomfortably, the mood of Patrick's actions reminding him of
                                    Henry.
   "Leave me a-alone!" Bill shrieked as Patrick dragged him behind a house.
   He ground his hips against Bill's, moaning lewdly. Patrick is rock hard.
He grabbed Bill by the throat and held him against the wall, grinding rougher.
          "Does he do it like this?" Patrick asked in a husky voice.
      As he squirmed and thrashed he felt sick. You'll never be like him.
                                    "N-no!"
                                "No? Then how?"
                    "Leave m-me the f-f-fuck alone, creep!"
             Patrick smiled, loving the passion in the blond boy.
      "So that's what he likes.." He giggled, grabbing Bill by his hips.
  He whimpered in pain, but mostly fear. Hands held his already bruised hips
                                   tightly.
                   "Aye, Pansey." A voice boomed with anger.
   Patrick stiffened, then smiled and looked at the older boy who approached
                                   casually.
  "You said don't draw blood.." He answered, eyes flicking back to prey that
                             wasn't his below him.
      "I need what's mine" Henry ordered, holding his hand out patiently.
     Patrick hesitantly pushed Bill into Henry's arm, watching closely as
                       Pennywise's joined to watch too.
            His chin was held up as he peered into passionate eyes.
                  "I don't like anyone touching what's mine."
 Bill twitched and felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. Did Henry think I was
                          willingly with Hockstetter?
"Well...okay. But he took me by force!" Bill shouted, eyes averting to the tall
                clown that leered over them alongside Patrick.
    "I'm not killing anyone today, creeps." Henry spat calmly, glancing at
                                  Pennywise.
         It's face contoured in annoyance but otherwise kept staring.
  Henry held his doll in his arms, like a prince once again then strode off.
 The younger crossed his arms, unhappy with whatever the fuck just happened to
                                     them.
"Do you have my gift on you" Henry asked, ducking behind houses and trees as to
                                  be unseen.
                                   "Yeah.."
                       "Then why weren't you using it?"
                    "Well he wasn't threatening my life.."
                         "But threatening what's mine"
 Bill shuddered from fear as Henry growled, storming into the familiar house.
             Living room was messy but silent. Silent and vacant.
He was thrown on his bed and watched the older crawl on top of him slowly, head
                           leaned down close to him.
"Can't leave you alone for a minute..." Henry purred, lifting the shirt off the
                            younger's body gently.
He arched into the lips and tongue that ravished his shoulder harshly, holding
  onto Henry tightly. Teeth nipped and played at his skin all the way to his
 chest. First it was licking and gentle suckles on the pink buds, then turned
                        into nipping and sucking hard.
 He moaned out from the magic that was worked on his chest, every movement of
 Henry's mouth went straight to his dick. After awhile of the attention he was
            writhing and whining, his member begging for attention.
        "Will I have to keep you with me at all times?" Henry taunted.
Although the comment was meant to embarrass, that wasn't why the blond's cheek
                               flushed crimson.
                        Someone with me? All the time?
 He buried his face against his fox's chest, moving to close any space between
                                     them.
                      "I-I wouldn't mind" Bill whispered.
  Henry grinned and pushed his hips between Bill's legs, grinding his clothed
                 erection against the boy's thighs and crotch.
  He watched the thick outline in the greasers dark blue jeans nudge and rub
                               between his legs.
  "I...can't baby" he mumbled, then collapsed all his weight onto the younger
                                     boy.
                                 ". . . . eh?"
                       "Didn't go home...need to sleep"
                          "Alright! Just get off me!"
 Henry grinned to himself and rolled off Bill, holding him close to his chest
                           and drifting into sleep.
                                   -morning-
   When morning came Bill awoke to pleasure spiking in his south regions. He
   shifted and moaned sleepily, not wanting his slumber disturbed. When the
pleasure became overwhelming he couldn't help but open his eyes to see what was
                     happening. He was naked for starters.
  His fox's cheeks were flushed slightly as his lips were sucking on a small
   member. His elbow pointed to the ceiling as he fingered his doll with one
                                    finger.
"What.." Bill yawned, fingers gripping into the sheets as the head of his dick
                      touched the back of Henry's throat.
 The room was dark but he saw Henry's face and shiny gelled hair gleam in the
                     faint sunlight. It must only be six.
  When Bill came, the greaser licked it all clean and smirked up at his prey.
           "Why.." Bill mumbled, covering himself with the blankets.
"I woke up to you grinding your little stiffy on me. Must have been real worked
up last night for it to have followed you into your dreams, hm?" Henry taunted,
           climbing on top of his doll and tossing the blanket away.
He looked up, embarrassed and annoyed then felt his legs being spread and held
                             against Henry's hips.
                      "No! Stop" Bill pleaded, squirming.
  "Want an alternative?" Henry growled, already too pent up for his own good.
Bill nodded quickly, nervous. He was maneuvered so he sat in front of Henry and
                   the older's long legs spread around him.
"Suck me off, baby. Just remember how I did it" the older ordered, working his
                                  pants off.
 Bill watched with anticipation as a large cock sprung from its confines, the
                   head was bright pink and leaking precum.
 He watched innocent eyes peer at his organ, causing him to smirk. He wrapped
   his fingers around his appendage and stroked a few times, biting his lip.
"Be a good girl, doll..remember what you told me? Well I love you too.." Henry
       moaned, shifting his hips slightly and continuing to masturbate.
 Bill laid on his stomach and held the base of the large cock in front of him.
       When Henry let go he licked the tip and listened for a reaction.
  "So cute.." Henry huffed, very turned on at the sight of his rabbit licking
                                     him.
He took the head into his mouth, licking the smooth skin and tasting the precum
  from the slit at the tip. His tongue licked every surface while he sucked,
    focusing on working his mouth. His eyes flew open, looking up at Henry.
  Henry was in heaven as his member received attention. His chest heaved from
        shaky breaths as more of his cock was taken into the wet mouth.
   "Baby..I won't last long" Henry groaned, pupils blown as he watched Bill
                                   intently.
He assumed that meant more salty stuff was to come as he lapped at the slit. He
became more and more desperate to fit it all in his mouth till his lips touched
  Henry's skin. Cum flooded down his throat as the older cried out, thrusting
                                    weakly.
       "Bill!!" Is what Henry cried when his orgasm ripped through him.
  Bill was blushing as he pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting him to the
                           slowly softening member.
         "Good boy" he praised, bringing his hand to the blond's head.
 He pet Bill approvingly, watching as the boy became red and he stared down in
                                  submission.
 "Does it hurt?" Henry asked, pulling Bill close and laying the boy across his
                                     lap.
             "Does w-what h-hurt?" The younger replied, squirming.
He ran his hand up his doll's pale ass and gave it a spank, making Bill flinch.
   "What the h-hell!?" He snapped, trying to pry himself from the older boy.
Henry smirked, watching his doll writhe and struggle made his cock twitch back
                                   to life.
  He forced the boy onto his stomach and slid the belt out of his belt loop,
               struggling to tighten it around the bony wrists.
          "Let me go!" The younger cried, trying to get to his knees.
             A hand forced his back down and his legs were spread.
                                "Be a good boy"
***** Lust *****
Chapter Summary
     Pure smut chapter
Bill arched his back sharply and gasped as a tongue filled his hole. It curled,
 and pushed in and out smoothly. Wet lapping was the loudest noise in the room
                          as he fought to stay quiet.
  Henry's tongue forced in and out, making the younger push back against what
   brought him pleasure. He loved the feeling of Bill's tight walls clamping
                        around his tongue desperately.
     "Stop!" He whined wantonly, shuddering when Henry found his prostate.
    "You're mine, Denbrough" the older oozed gleefully after pulling away.
  "You're mine and I don't ever want anyone touching you again. No one but me
                                 deserves you"
  Pushing his cock past the tight ring of muscles made him growl quietly. His
                  doll threw back his head and panted lewdly.
             "They can want you, but you're mine. They're filthy"
He felt Henry pushing in to the hilt quickly, filling him up and stretching his
                             entrance once again.
   Bill was seeing stars, his jaw slack as he drooled from stimulation. His
  stomach pushed against the soft sheets from the force of his fox's thrusts.
 When the older pulled back he watched with a wolfish grin as his cock sprung
                                     free.
"Wow..you even cleaned yourself out. What a good boy. You really do deserve me"
    Henry jeered, pushing back in and snapping his hips in a slower space.
   "Henry, s-stop..! I don't w-want this.." He cried, his member begging for
                                  attention.
   "Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth" Henry ordered, angling his thrusts.
 Bill stifled a loud moan, hiding his face against the bed shamefully. A click
of smooth metal could be heard behind him and he felt something cold touch his
                                     back.
"Do as you're told, doll. I can just go fuck Patrick" he growled, smirking. He
                           knew of Bill's jealousy.
He wanted so bad to just drag the knife down that creamy, bony back. The metal
              glinted at Henry, as if it were begging to be used.
  Bill's eyes shot open, passion and rage clouding his mind. He moved himself
                      forward, causing Henry to exit him.
           "What the hell.." He grumbled, eyes darting beneath him.
   He watched his rabbit flip over, sitting up with his arms above his head,
tightened together at the wrist. He let the boy coax him forward with his legs.
                      His hands rest behind Henry's neck.
"It feels.. g-good.." The younger whispered as he pushed his hips down, forcing
                              Henry to enter him.
    "I-it.. kinda h-hurts, but I l-love it" he moaned out, riding the older
                                   quickly.
He swiveled his hips slowly as he lifted up then forced it back in repeatedly.
 Henry was watching through lidded eyes, puffs of air leaving his parted lips.
Never had he seen his doll take control before and he wasn't about to complain.
               Although he took control, he did as he was told.
 Bill moaned and whined out as his hips bounced in Henry's lap, drool escaping
                            the corner of his lips.
 Higher and louder moans filled the air when the older snapped his hips up and
                               began to thrust.
              "Beg me to stop" Henry panted, overwhelmed by lust.
Bill began to squirm and weakly push Henry away with his elbows, crying out for
 help. In response the fox flipped Bill onto his back and wrapped the bandaged
thighs around his waist. He began to pound into his boyfriend, angling up with
              every thrust to make his rabbit gush with pleasure.
   "It hurts~!! S-stop, please! I...I can't take it, i-it's t-too much.." he
                           faltered, watching Henry.
As he thrusted he rubbed his hand against Bill's stomach and moved down to his
 dick. The head was bright pink and leaking a lot of precum, jolting slightly
                              with every thrust.
                               "Stop! P-please~"
                               So unconvincing.
   He wrapped his hand around it and tugged upwards repeatedly, eliciting a
                       whimper from the boy beneath him.
                               "Henry" he cried
    His hand squeezed the dick in its grasp and its strokes became longer.
        "Henry, s-stop!" He almost screamed, cumming in said boys hand.
A pink tongue darted out and licked the white sticky liquid from the hand that
  once held Bill's small dick. Thrusts continuing and becoming more erratic.
 He leaned down and pushed their lips together, darting his tongue into Bill's
                   mouth and letting him taste his own cum.
                He pulled away as Bill became less responsive.
  Henry was moaning deeply as he was nearing climax. His hips audibly meeting
                      Bill's thighs in desperate thrusts.
      "Such a good boy" he shuddered through his orgasm that filled Bill.
 His cheeks flushed, feeling very full. He kicked his legs and tried to squirm
                        away, only to see Henry laugh.
          "You don't want me? After all that?" He remarked, smirking.
          "You're r-right, I don't." Bill muttered and thrashed more.
 Henry laughed but removed the belt from Bill's wrists. Just as the rabbit was
           about to escape he was held flush against the older boy.
 "Be good for me" he cooed before planting a soft kiss on his rabbit's cheek.
    The older led them to the bathroom and he stripped off his jacket after
                              starting the water.
  Bill's face lit crimson as he watched the taller boy work his clothes off.
Faded cuts, small bruises and scars marked his skin and he had taut muscles. He
                     also had a few hickeys on his neck..
"Stare hard, retard" he taunted, tossing his shirt to the ground and stretching
           his shoulders by working his arms at his sides casually.
                       "Shut up, B-Bowers.." He mumbled.
    When they got into the shower together, Bill gazed up at his boyfriend.
His body was pawed and prodded at as the hot water trickled down their bodies.
   Their hair started to lay flat as it was soaked and they looked into each
                                 others eyes.
"I'll get your back" he offered kindly, watching as Bill worked body wash into
                                   a sponge.
  He melted into the touch of his boyfriend's large warm hands as they spread
                    suds that were scrubbed onto his back.
The velvety skin that sprung goosebumps at Henry's touch made blood rush south
  for him. He never recalled ever being turned on this many times in a week.
    Still he continued to clean the pale hairless body trapped in his arms.
  "You said m-m-my back.." His doll mumbled, only slightly ashamed at how his
                    hips shook from side to side a little.
  Soapy hands glided and caressed the boy's ass and his entrance. Of course.
  Henry was too much of a pervert. He loved his boyfriend's body too much, it
                         wasn't his fault he got hard.
  His rabbit made a soft noise of pleasure as a finger slipped into his hole.
  Gently curling and pushing upwards to find the place that drove him crazy.
     Pleas and whines were drowned out by the sound of the shower running.
     "Beg for it" Henry commanded coldly, pushing in to his last knuckle.
"Please! Please get m-me off!" The younger cried, his dick curving upwards and
                  twitching from his prostate being touched.
 He was motioned to turn around and when he did his boyfriend scrubbed at his
neck and shoulders gently. The sponge slowly worked its way down his body till
                    it nudged against his half hard member.
The greaser dropped to his knees, watching his prey with obsessive eyes. He ran
 his fingers through his jet black hair before taking the small dick into his
                      mouth for the second time that day.
  The austere boy still managed to remain dour as his cheeks hollowed and his
  head bobbed. He kept his tongue on the underside so the back of his tongue
 stroked the head. The tip of his pink muscle caressed the base as he sucked,
                             increasing his speed.
Bill's back was leaned back against the wall, knees bent and he bit the back of
 his hand. His eyes were squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure. A whimper
  that almost sounded pained escaped his lips when Henry swallowed and hummed
                               around his dick.
               "Henry.." He whined, starting to thrust slightly.
 Said boy smirked, swallowing around the length again and held Bill's hips. He
 slowly pulled off and held it up, stroking as quick he sucked then buried his
lips along Bill's balls. Licking, nipping and sucking gently at the small sack
   sent his doll over the edge. The small member twitched in his hand as cum
       dripped to the shower floor, being washed away almost instantly.
                            "Now what do you say?"
He peered down at his boyfriend, mouth open in ragged pants. His cheeks burned
softly as he looked into the other's eyes, passion and intensity in their gaze.
                                "I l-love you"
  Large hands snaked up his body slowly, wrapped around his ankles and to his
thighs. Then up to his stomach and to his throat, one hand wrapping around his
                                    throat.
   The free hand grabbed him by the back of his knee and lifted it up. If it
               weren't for the wall behind him he'd have fallen.
   Henry's jagged teeth sunk into his name once again, eyes glazed over with
whatever feeling he must be feeling. It looked like a mixture of intensity and
                                    desire.
This bite however drew more blood than the last. Crimson was watered down to a
  light pink as the two liquids danced and swirled into the drain. He moaned,
              loving the feeling of Henry sucking blood from him.
When Henry stood he held his boyfriend's chin, looking into his eyes longingly.
                                 "You're mine"
                                        
                                        
                                        
***** Slut *****
                                 -meanwhile-

 His fingernails scratched and abraded at the cold dirty floor. Blood and faded
 stains covered the musky ground, his cheek lay on a mud stain. Drool pooled,
             rehydrating the dry dirt that clung to the floor.

  He let out a grunt, bored of the position of his chest on the ground and his
     hips in the air. It's thick organ was shoved in his ass and withdrawn
                                repeatedly.

 As he glanced between his legs he saw his limp cock sway from the force of the
                thrusts. Blood stained his thighs and knees.

 When he was filled with an unreasonable amount of alien seed, the large slimy
tentacle withdrew itself. He watched in fascination as it slid back inside the
                           lips between Its legs.

 Patrick crawled to the wall and forced himself to his feet, his knees crossing
 embarrassingly as his legs shook. He couldn't much feel the pain, and even if
                      he did he probably wouldn't care.

                           "How many days is that?"

                                   "Three"

 His lips pursed, unhappy with the amount of time he had till he'd have to pay
            for even more time. By letting the clown degrade him.

  A gloved hand smacked him across the face hard and grabbed him by his hair,
                  shoving his face against the wall hard.

 "I don't like you" Pennywise uttered, but he had the voice of Henry Bowers.

       Patrick rolled his eyes, tired of the attempted emotional abuse.

 It's eyes widened, fading into a scene. As Patrick watched he saw a field full
 of flowers. Although notably rainbow, colors were never anything that caught
                        our odd minded friend's eye.

              Henry Bowers lay on the only patch of grass. Odd.

 As Patrick made his way forward he noticed another body. He's not alone, this
                            person was smaller.

                                Bill Denbrough

                                  Kill Bill

   His head spiked with pain and his nose bled from pressure as he witnessed
Henry on his knees. Water was trickling down his body as his crooked teeth were
                          buried in bruised flesh.

                                    Henry

 No way, he carved his name into him. That little whore. He knew something was
                     going on, but not to this extent.

                                "3 days, boy"

  His eyes blinked rapidly, staring around at the lifeless aged house and all
its silentness. He...almost felt you could say. Or it was somewhere so deep in
                      his mind he'd never recover it.

  His legs gave way beneath him involuntarily. If only his chemical imbalances
 didn't match his actual balance right now. He felt weak from the waist down,
            but he still pulled on his jeans and buttoned them.

   The heel of his palm grazed his ribs, so he glanced over. Large scratches
   splayed blood across his stomach and back from It's claws. Made about 10
                                minutes ago.

    He found an old rag and tried to soak up as much blood then threw on his
                                   shirt.

  As he stumbled through the most empty route to his house he remembered Henry
                             on his knees, for..

 He almost felt again, but it was so lost in him he could only be confused.

  Instead of pretending with the clown, he pondered killing the blond.I don't
 know how stupid you think I am, clown. Henry would hate me if I were to even
                            touch the brat again.

                                    3 DAYS

  Patrick collapsed to the ground, his nose pouring blood. The feeling in his
               head made him laugh as he attempted to stand.

  I just need to do what Henry says. Till then I'll deal with you. Andthis.

 Blood had his shirt clinging to his ribs as he limped and wobbled. He felt his
  head starting to spin as he continuously lost blood through his nose. Am I
                 going to die? Never imagined it like this..

   He found a tree and collapsed beside it, leaning for support. Man, what a
                               boring death.

                                   "Aye."

  Slowly blinking. He gazed up. Boots, dark jeans and a wife beater. Of course
                          the leather jacket too..

                 When his eyes met Henry's, he grinned madly.

                                    "Hi~"

               "What are you doing here? What happened to you?"

            "Hmmm . . . .? Oh nothing fun if that's what you mean"

   He knelt before the younger boy, holding up his hand. He flipped it, palm
        facing the sky and held it out comfortingly. All with grace.

  Although he knew the kind mannerisms were not typical for him, he was always
  kind to Patrick when he needed to be. Learning on what not to do from Butch
                           when he was messed up.

 Their hands slid together as they made eye contact.I don't think I could ever
grow tired of you. You're just too good. Too entertaining, too kind...too hot.


              They held hands as they walked, it was night now.

                "After I fix you up, you're going to help me"

                                   "Mmh~"

                           -the next day; 9:45 am-

         Bill was with Eddie and Stan together in the hall at school.

                    "You've been acting strange you know"

                                "I..h-have?"

 "Yeah, you haven't even bothered to tell us who you fought! Just look at you"


   The blond twitched. How would they react? Richie isn't around yet, maybe I
           could tell them. Definitely leaving out the gay bits..

                              "I'll t-tell you"

          The two boys eyes lit up, curious and caring for big Bill.

                         "But i-it isn't... g-good"

 As they walked to the cafeteria, Bill spoke. He told how Henry cut him up and
 enjoyed him being around to hurt and manipulate. Although he skipped over the
                  fact that it was all gay as fuck...hehe.

 "That's awful! We can't let him get you again" Eddie spat, hugging Bill close.


      He loved the company of Eddie, maybe the most of all the losers.

                     "W-wanna come..over a-after school?"

                       "Mhm! I'll call my mom during-"

 Their conversation was stopped as Bowers and his friends came into sight. The
  bully sat on the table, quite literally. Due to that he seemed to loom over
   everyone else, his legs dangling carelessly over the seats. Where you're
                              supposed to sit.

 Victor and Patrick sat the closest to Henry, although in seats. The greaser's
                         legs close to their bodies.

                              "Come on, Bill.."

   He glanced back at his shorter friend. How did I get lucky enough to have
                       someone like you care for me?

                     What games are you playing, Bowers?

     The predacious boy watched his doll leave the cafeteria along with his
 friends. Jealousy and possessiveness seemed to pump through his veins so hard
                              he could feel it.

                             "Hey, you alright?"

           Eyes glancing to his best friend, he smirked partially.

                                 " 'course"

   Vic noted how blown out his leader's pupils were. Were his cheeks flushed
                           too...? What the fuck.

   When the bell rang, Henry whispered into Belch's ear and slipped something
    into his pocket. He then popped his collar and strode off to class.

    Criss glanced to Patrick, noticing the blank expression that was usually
   plastered to his face. He grabbed him by the sleeve, moving in closer.

    Patrick had never been touched by anyone but Henry at school, so he was
          confused. He'd just been gazing at that sadistic fuck...

           "Have you noticed anything strange about..about Henry?"

                             "Mmh~ not at all."

   Whenever the creep referred to Henry it was always in an odd demeanor.

  But before he could explain and question more, Patrick followed after their
                                  leader.

                             -end of school day-

 As Bill and Eddie walked together the shorter boy seemed off. He grew nervous.


                                    "Bill"

                                    "Hm?"

                       "I have something to tell you"

 The blond felt his arm be tugged as he was pulled into a cramped bush. Eddie's
 hands were on the ground by Bill's hips face in the stuttering boy's chest.

                            "Eddie? Are you okay?"

 Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, soaking the shirt of the boy beneath
 him. He held his weight up, pushing his body close to Bill's as he crawled up
                            to face him. Pretty..

                                   "I. . ."

   He bit his lip, cheeks flushed and eyes coruscating considerably from his
                                   tears.

                               "I like Richie"

 His head lowered against Bill's chest, finally free of the secret. He knew he
                              could trust Bill.

                                 -meanwhile-

 Henry stared, did the dumbasses think they weren't still outside in the open?
 Was the little momma's boy going to try sucking his doll off? Or maybe since
  he's innocent they'll kiss and hug. How pathetic, no competition at all.

  Then the wheezing freak got even closer. Jealousy burned in his skull and he
  charged. He was actually quite far away. As the Bowers gang closed in after
                Henry he grabbed both boys by their collars.

              "Looks like we found ourselves some fags, boys!"

 Henry howled with excitement and his friends joined in. Whooping and hollering
as the two were thrown to the ground. Vic and Belch quickly held the losers in
 headlocks and dragged them to his car. Where they all piled in and forced the
                              losers with them.

    As they drove down Kansas St Bill, Patrick and Henry all glanced at the
                              sandpipe. Creepy.

 When they pulled into Old Lyme street and parked they dragged the losers into
                                  the dump.

   Eddie kicked and cried out for help, Bill only struggled. He was actually
      quite strong against Vic, thrashing both feet, kicking, bucking and
                                headbutting.

  Criss struggled to keep on his feet as the smaller flailed so he pinned him
          against the wall. Weight pressed flush against the blond.

       "Let me go!" Bill screamed, teeth bared and eyes wild with fear.

  Before Bill could wrestle away from Vic, Henry stole him away. Their bodies
         were pushed close together as he held the younger tightly.

   His doll became limp, staring up at him with confused fearful eyes. Bill's
  obvious change in behavior would draw attention if he didn't play his cards
                                   right.

    Bill was thrown to the ground and dragged by his hair to Vic's feet.

  "Since he's being a fucking brat to you, why don't you teach him a lesson"

 He couldn't much care for a reply. Turning on his heel, he strode to Eddie.

                      "Little creep, shut the fuck up"

  And with that a hard smack echoed through the junkyard. Eddie's cheek burned
             and he cried even more, thrashing to escape Belch.

 Belch leaned close and burped right in Eddie's ear, causing him to grimace and
                           glare daggers at Henry.

             "Let us go! Don't you have anything better to do?!"

   Henry smirked, pulling out his switchblade. With his free hand he grabbed
                 Eddie by his collar and brought him close.

  "Don't you have better things to do besides being such a fucking loser that
                   you can't escape a bunch of low lives?"

  Eddie turned his head away, trying to convince himself he wasn't bothered by
                                 the words.

 Why? Why did Henry ignore me all day, even skipped English. As he gazed up at
              Vic, he felt his pulse in the bite on his thigh.

    A scream split the air. Eddie's shoulder bled down his back and chest.

 Henry was smirking as Patrick closed in, mumbling who knows what to the older
                  boy. Eddie thrashed and Belch let him go.

                                Big mistake.

    Eddie kicked Henry in the leg and swung his weak arms out at Patrick.

   The curly haired boy snatched Eddie up, teeth bared in the most disturbing
                            smile he's ever seen.

    As Belch, Patrick and Henry continued their attention on Eddie, Vic was
                               fighting Bill.

    The slightly shorter boy had Victor pinned down. Both of them dirty from
        having been dragged and thrown to the dirty floor many times.

                                   "Enough"

           Victor halted, looking up as Henry gleemed down at them.

 "Belch, did you bring what I asked" he snapped, eyes still glued to the scene
                        of his doll and best friend.

     Belch replied by pulling out a flask and pill bottle. The small orange
container didn't have pills however, whatever was inside emitted an odor Eddie
                             couldn't recognize.

  "Here's the deal, geeks. We're gonna have some fun, then...I'll send you off
                            on your merry way."

                  Eddie and Bill exchanged confused glances.

  "Belch, Vic. We can handle it from here...whatever happens after this" Henry
              trailed off, not needing to finish his sentence.

    Victor spat on Bill before walking out of sight with his large friend.

  Patrick was rubbing, pushing and spreading the wounds on Eddie. His face was
   wet with tears already as more escaped his eyes. He'd lost his voice from
                                  overuse.

                                   "Here"

      The flask was held out in front of his doll, he watched confused.

                      "Open it and drink" Henry ordered.

  As he worked the thin cap off and let it dangle to the side he cringed. The
                       smell of alcohol made him gag.

                 "Do I have to cut your friend up some more?"

 He was growing impatient, and out of fear Bill chugged 2 shots from the flask
  then pulled it away. His face grew red as he coughed and sputtered from the
        strong taste that lingered and burned his chest and throat.

  The greaser was most impressed but was pulled out of his train of thought as
                     Patrick continued to torture Eddie.

 "Pansey, don't kill the fucking kid" Henry sneered, irritated by the cries.

   He did as commanded then took the pill bottle and unzipped his backpack.

    Bill felt sick from the taste and how the liquid burned in his belly. He
  crawled, wobbling occasionally then collapsed by Eddie and held his hand.

                     "We'll be fine..everything's okay"

 Eddie watched and blushed slightly as his friend he adored took off his shirt.
Jesus what the fuck? Bill's neck..his arms...I didn't know it was that bad..

 Bill took no notice in Eddie's gawking and fastened his shirt tightly over the
                        cuts on his friends shoulder.

                                   "Twerp"

  Bill turned around and saw an old wooden pipe, being offered to him. He took
 it from Patrick, and as he did so he watched the boy grin from ear to ear.

                         "Put the end to your lips~"

         Bill did as told, eyes on Henry even though he only watched.

                       "Now suck when the flame starts"

  He realized; he had no idea what was going on. And as he took a hit from the
pale green plant that seemed to occupy the bowl, the alcohol was setting in.

               He coughed and gagged, moving away from Patrick.

      "I see why you like him so~" Patrick remarked, glancing at Henry.

    Henry ignored the comment and kneeled in front of Eddie, holding out the
                                   flask.

                                 "Drink up"

 Eddie grimaced just at the smell but drank some. He clung to Bill and coughed
  from the bitter taste. Henry's rabbit was drunk and high, so relaxed he was
                            about to fall asleep.

               "Do whatever you want with the wheezing freak"

  And with that he drug Bill to a more private area of the dump and let go.

           His eyes opened slightly, looking up at his boyfriend.

                 "H-H..Henry.." He whined softly, reaching.

  The greaser kneeled in front of Bill and held his chin, leaning in close and
                             kissing him deeply.

 As they made out (Henry doing most the work) his rabbit slowly started to lean
    back. He was on top of him at this point, grinding his hips against his
         boyfriend's as their kiss became more passionate and hasty.

   As they finally parted for air Henry grabbed the younger by his thighs and
                    humped his ass. Always so impatient.

   The blond let out a string of wanton whimpers and whines, laying his head
 back. He was so tired, high and drunk. His body was relaxed and he wanted to
                                sleep again..

               "Henry..." He sighed, too weak to lift his head.

 The greaser looked at his doll, eyes burning with the need to ravage what was
                                    his.

                                 "I can't..."

                               Bill passed out.
***** Pride *****
Chapter Summary
     Emetophilia warning
Chapter Notes
     Almost 3,000 hits. Jeez why though
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   Henry had just worked his boyfriend's hole with 3 slicked fingers. As he
 brushed his fingers off on a napkin (he found in Bill's disregarded jeans) he
          noticed writing. He unraveled the crumpled flimsy paper.

                             "You die if you try"

                It was written in blood, and was signed, to..

                     Daddy's little girl, Beverly Marsh.

             Was the damn clown messing with Bill's friends too?

              Whatever, it doesn't matter. He had an objective.

   He sighed as his cock slid out from his opened zipper and he let go of the
  small warmed metal. He quickly pushed into Bill and choked on a growl as he
                           pounded without mercy.

  His rabbit rubbed at his nose, in deep slumber from the weed and alcohol. It
 was cute to see his small dick rise for attention, yet he remained motionless
                   and silent through the brutal fucking.

    Henry was holding his boyfriend's legs wide apart by his ankles, thrusts
                 rocking the body beneath him as he panted.

                 "Even tight when you're asleep..uhh..fuck"

    His face was red as he leaned down and started to leave dark hickeys and
jagged bites on Bill's torso. Almost looked like animal bites at first glance.


  He angled his hips up more, thrusting deeper and harder into the unbearable
 tightness. A smirk was plastered on his face as he heard his boyfriend whine
                   weakly from his prostate being grazed.

  His grunts and groans filled the air as he used Bill's unconscious body. He
               even began drinking from the flask. What a man.

                                 What a fag.

   He'd gotten the idea to do this when he saw how cautious and unnerved his
  rabbit seemed to be at school. So he skipped a few periods to make the plan
                              perfect, so what?

  He lifted Bill's hips up and picked up the pace, audible squelches and skin
                      meeting woke the one receiving.

   Henry hadn't noticed, his face was buried against Bill's neck. So all the
younger could see was Henry's back muscles flutter and clench as his body moved
                             with the thrusts.

                             Then he looked up.

 Patrick was hunched over them, eyes wide with interest and locked on them. His
smile, the fucking smile. The boy was holding his knees and watching the two as
  if they were the funniest yet perfect thing. Or perhaps a small bug he was
                         eager to crush. Who knows.

 When Henry had been over the other night he heard his fox talk in his sleep.

                    "Fuckin...gross bugs..damn pansey..."

      Now, Bill was no stalker. But he caught onto Patrick's nicknames.

   Could've wet myself if I didn't have Henry's damn rod so far in my ass.

 Bill passed out again from fear, only amusing Patrick further. He quietly made
          his way a few feet from the scene but continued to watch.

 When Henry finally came he moaned out, arching his back beautifully to get as
 deep as he could. He loved his doll so...he never came as hard unless it was
                                  with him.

    His cock must have hit his rabbit's guts or something, because his face
                        erupted puke from his mouth.

                    "Room for one more?" Patrick spoke up.

    Although it wasn't a good habit, he was actually quite comfortable with
                             Patrick's presence.

                                  "Depends"

                              "Just the mouth?"

                                   "Mmh.."

 Patrick straddled the frail boy's chest and quickly pushed down his jeans and
             underwear, stroking his dick to bring it to life.

   Henry lifted his boyfriend's hips and let his tongue swirl around the used
entrance. Then dipping in and retracting. When he glanced up he watched Patrick
                slide his dick into Bill's mouth and thrust.

  It wasn't exactly a pleasant sight, Patrick's member disappearing into puke
covered lips. The heavier boy's cock pushed more vomit from Bill's lips. That's
              probably what was getting the freak hard though.

 And boy it was, Patrick had always wanted to fuck someone till they puked. Or
                 if they already had. True agony it must be.

  As Henry ate his boyfriend out, collecting and spitting out his sperm in the
       process he felt the muscles in him clench. Bill is waking up..

  His eyes opened in panic as he puked again from Patrick's dick being all the
  way down his throat. The curly haired boy whimpered with glee, watching the
                               fear play out.

 This isn't good. Bill will be extremely upset if I let this happen. But at the
             same time I don't want to fight Patrick over this.

    Henry held his breath as he reached out, curling his index and pinky. He
pushed his two fingers to Patrick's hole and plunged them in, carefully working
              the sensitive area as he scissored his fingers.

 This pushed Patrick over the edge and he came right down Bill's throat, seeing
 stars. His tongue hung out of his mouth and his pants were exaggerated, like
                          the girls in the pornos..

  Bill cried and tried to shove Patrick off, he lifted his arm and punched the
curly haired boy right in his exposed balls. Tears ran down his face. His nose,
 throat and tonsils burned from his stomach acid and the alcohol coming up.

 Patrick felt his knees buckle and he fell to his side, he wasn't able to move.
Well not very well at least, his wrists and elbows fidgeted as if wanting to do
                                 something.

  As Bill sat up and started to swear up and down at Henry without a stutter,
 the greaser was staring at his hand. Eyes widening with confusion and fear of
                                the unknown.

   Black thick liquid made its way down his hand from the fingers he'd pushed
                               into Patrick.

   Like motor oil in the cartoons..completely black and shone like rubber.

  When their gazes slowly turned to the boy in question, he felt a disturbance
in the atmosphere. So he bolted up, ignoring the weakness in his body and fixed
                                 his jeans.

   When he glanced over however, he saw the two staring at him dumbfounded.

                                   Strange.

  Then his eyes landed on fingers that had been inside him, he saw Pennywise's
cum. He broke out into a dramatic nose bleed and held his head, standing on his
                      heels and darting out of sight.

 When the couple's confused gaze went to rest on the strange liquid, it was now
blood. A loud, scornful laugh seemed to echo in their heads, putting them off.


                                Fucking clown

   When the annoying laughter seemed to die down, Bill slugged his boyfriend
                                   weakly.

           "Why?! Why did you let him do that to me?! Why? Why?!"

                                 "Why . . ?"

 Bill whimpered in fear, his fist was grabbed hard as it was about to hit Henry
                                   again.

                       "Why, it was payback of course"

   Henry's rugged smile couldn't be missed as he stood, shoving Bill onto his
 back with a hard kick. After fixing his boyfriends clothes he tore his jacket
                 and white T shirt off his body with haste.

    Bill's eyes couldn't look away from the greaser's chest as his face was
  cleaned roughly with the white shirt. His fox worked his jacket back on and
                      zipped it to hide revealed skin.

 Eyes flickering over to the blond he sunk his fingers into the smooth hair and
                    dragged him to where his friend lay.

 Eddie had the pipe in hand and he was asleep. At least he wasn't injured more
                          since Bill had been away.

   Bill was thrown at Eddie, the ground cut at the heels of his palms when he
                              caught himself.

   "When that freak Hockstetter got you I saw. I saw how you let that little
                  whore hold onto you like a damn damsel."

                                    "How?"

                Henry flushed, not quite sure how to answer.

   "For questioning me you get to be ignored again. Good job, idiot" he spat,
                   bringing his fist down at Bill's face.

   His rabbit was knocked out from the hit, which had Henry getting hard. He
      already had a reason to pay his friend a visit, now there's two.

                                 -meanwhile-

 Patrick had been on his way to the Neibolt house as he found Vic. The boy was
   obviously plastered and was stumbling the wrong way to his destination.

 He had no idea why Criss was out walking around like an idiot, but what he did
                  know was that now..now he was free game.

                                    "Hey"

      Vic swung out, eyes almost closed as he smacked his chapped lips.

                             "Patty?" He mumbled

  Well that's a first, unless you count some girl in kindergarten so had used
                   the name to make him feel like a girl.

 " 'tis I" Patrick joked, yet no humour could be heard in his voice or seen on
                                  his face.

  Vic stumbled into Patrick's arms, his legs moving about and taking steps for
                            no apparent reason.

   The boy who'd earned his right as second in command in the Bowers gang was
 actually quite cute. A nice figure really, almost as girly as Bill, just very
          tall...makes you wonder why Henry never pulled anything.

                       "Has Henry held you like this?"

 Patrick's hands groped at all of his favorite parts. Ass, chest and crotch. He
               knew Vic wouldn't answer in his drunken state.

              Whatever did happen to that girl in kindergarten..

    Vic's breath hitched as the curly haired boy bit his neck and shoved him
                               against a tree.

                                   Oh ya..

                    They'll suffer the same fate, Patrick.

    Patrick backed away and searched the surrounding area with his eyes for
                              something sharp.

                           They never did find her.

                                 Do it again

  When he found a glass bottle he shattered the base of it against a tree and
                    turned to look at his to-be-victim.

                                  That's it.

  Vic was playing with the mites that marched up the quite old tree as Patrick
                          took a step to approach.

                                   Do it.

 Before he could get any closer, Belch's blue car drove onto Neibolt street and
                           breaked beside the two.

 As Belch tried to coax Vic into the car he hadn't noticed Patrick's weapon of
                                  choice.

                                    Sorry.

 He dropped the bottle and lead Vic to the car and shoved him into the back. He
 then slid himself into the passenger side and tapped his fingers on the door
                                   handle.

  "Where's Henry?" Belch questioned, making a U turn and flooring it to Kansas
                                  street.

              "Still having his fun with Kaspbrak and Denbrough"

                               "And you left?"

           "Mhm~ why was Vic stumbling around like a zombie anyway"

 "When I was driving he thought it was a good idea to lean against the door and
                       tug on the handle to worry me"

 Patrick almost smiled. He did like to see Belch get antagonized, the large boy
        was way too easy. Giving into his humanly nature all so easy.

                              "So you lost him"

                            "Something like that"

Chapter End Notes
     Was thinking about starting another fucked up fic...
***** Wrath *****
Bill had come to, and gazed over to see Eddie fishing a huge wedgie out. Their
             mutual bully must have left that as a parting gift.

 "E-E-E..." He trailed off, suddenly all too aware that he was still shirtless.


    The shorter boy had heard and spun around. A little too quickly however,
because he stumbled a bit. Probably the alcohol still running in his system.

  They hugged briefly before heading to Eddie's house. It was a long walk, and
the shorter boy became too tired to go on half way through. Of course big Bill
      offered to carry him, he loved to nurture and take care of life.

 Pennywise watched with gleaming eyes, recording the information and storing it
                               in it's memory.

  When they finally made it to Eddie's house he pushed on the boy's shoulders
                                  gently.

                 "E-Eddie..come on y-you're..you're h-h-home"

     When his eyes fluttered open his face flared crimson. His lips are so
                                  close..!!

 "I-idiot I said I like Richie!" Eddie shouted, embarrassed as he weakly pushed
                                 Bill away.

             Bill rolled his eyes and let Eddie stand on his own.

         "S-sorry. H-hopefully your m-mom isn't upset you're..l-late"

               "It's only six, besides you're staying with me"

                              "...e-excuse me?"

 "You heard me. You told me Henry goes to your house right? Well you'll be safe
                                   here.."

  The blond smiled slightly and followed in Eddie's steps while they snuck to
                                his bedroom.

                                 -meanwhile-

 Henry and Patrick had took off in pursuit of Hanlon, leaving Belch behind with
                      a passed out Vic in the his seat.

    The large boy was unbuckling the seatbelt that held the smaller up, then
            watched as he slumped over. Man, he was kinda cute..

   His meaty fingers brushed against Vic's bottom lip, which was alluring. It
  twitched at the touch and his lips parted, letting out a strange noise he'd
  never heard from him. It was a quiet moan, and with that he shifted on his
          back, revealing his boner that tented in his baggy jeans.

   The larger boy was in awe as he felt the clothed erection push against his
              thigh, watching as it pulled out sighs from Vic.

   He was well, very confused. As he stood and shut the car door he saw Henry
 approaching, fuming like an engine. Patrick could be seen attempting to catch
                  up with his leader but was out of breath.

 Belch was very embarrassed, hoping the two wouldn't stare too long at Vic when
                                they saw him.

 "Almost got that nigger" he spat, mostly talking to himself but informing his
                       heavier friend in the process.

                "We could get him at his house" Belch offered.

  When Henry saw Vic he didn't notice his boner...even though it was obvious.
                                    Idiot

    As they drove, everyone could tell Henry was angry, and they didn't dare
                       provoke him. Or poke the bear.

 As the Grace Baptist Church came into sight, so did Mike's house. Belch parked
                    where the car was hidden and waited.

   Belch tried Henry for conversation while Patrick noticed Vic's hard on.

  He lewdly palmed at the erection and held the taller boy’s jaw, forcing him
                       not to make too loud of noise.

   Vic slowly opened his eyes, cheeks flushed as he rocked his hips into the
                           touch that pleased him.

 The two up front were playing music as the curly haired boy helped Vic release
    his erection from its confines. He smiled and giggled, baring his teeth
enticingly. Vic's chest heaved and fluttered as he felt Patrick's hot wet mouth
                                take him in.

                                 Still drunk.

  He palmed his own erection through his jeans as he licked and sucked on the
member in his mouth. Bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks, he rutted into
                 his hand as the barely sober one thrusted.

  As Vic received this pleasure he hadn't noticed the hand over his mouth had
stuck two fingers in. He licked and nibbled on them without realizing, whining
 and moaning around them. Patrick's free hand groped at Vic's thighs while he
                      swallowed around the long member.

  As he basically raped Vic, he hadn't noticed when Henry flew out of the car
                        and went running after Mike.

  The boy had his school work even though school got out a little over 3 hours
    ago. He threw his stuff over the fence of his house and bolted away.

 As the chase went on Mike was getting far too tired to run so he attempted to
             climb a tree, which resulted in him being tackled.

 He struggled as Henry pummeled him, keeping him on the ground and kicking up a
                          dust cloud around them.

                                "Let me go!"

                                 "Or what?!"

 Henry was right in his face, smirking with his eyebrows furrowed. True evil..


   A rock was thrown at Henry's leg, and it was from a great distance so the
  shock electrocuted through his knee. He fell on his side, stunned more than
                               anything else.

 It had been Bev who threw it, her stance unwavering as she stared the greaser
                                    down.

                              "What the fuck?"

    He glared daggers at the girl, quickly getting to his feet and starting
                                towards her.

  Then he saw the rest of the losers behind her; Eddie, Ben, Richie, Stan...

                                  And Bill.

 This had him smirking, hand trailing over his confined switchblade. He hadn't
                  even noticed Mike scurrying to join them.

                       "Well, well. The whole bunch!"

 Although his tone was taunting the losers remained unaffected and cautious.

               "I don't care for you lot right now. So beat it"

 Bill was scared. Scared for his friends and their safety. He had no idea what
                         his fox had up his sleeve.

                                     "No"

                                "Ya, get out"

         It had been Bill who'd said no, and Stan who backed him up.

                        "Oh so now the jew can talk.."

  Stan pursed his lips, annoyed by the bully's feeble attempt to embarrass or
                                  hurt him.

  Before anyone could respond Henry stuck his index finger and thumb into his
mouth. A piercing loud whistle had the losers wincing, ready to bury him alive
         with the rocks they had collected. Bill's idea of course..

  Suddenly a loud thud and scream filled the air. The losers spun around, face
  to face with Belch and Vic. Patrick had pounced on Ben and was dragging the
                   helpless boy as he screamed in terror.

 The two stood in front of their curly haired friend, the losers were cornered.
  Henry's bitter laughter filled the air as he hooked an arm around Stan and
 Richie and flung them back with ease. The two boys fell hard on the ground a
few feet away, watching with horrified eyes as the greaser joined his friends.


                              "L-let h-him go"

 Henry's eyes met Bill's, but he was determined. He needed to save his friends,
                  get them away from these sadistic fucks.

                      "Let this be a lesson, mushmouth"

 His finger signaled Patrick to hold Ben upright and Belch lifted the panicking
 boys shirt. The familiar sound of a knife sliding out made Bill flinch. No!

                                "No! S-stop!"

  Henry hid his blush casually and sliced an H into the screaming boy's chubby
  stomach. Patrick and him had to hide their boners, the squirming and crying
                            always got to them.

                                   "Henry!"

             Said boys eyes flashed to the one who spoke, Belch.

   "Don’t really cut him..” Vic mumbled, knowing his words had a more likely
                   chance of persuading Henry than Belch's.
“Cut him? Fuckin cut him?! Tell me you don't want this porker bleeding cause of
                                    me!”

    As Belch backed away Ben took advantage of everyone being distracted and
  reared back, giving Henry a swift kick in the chest. This caused Patrick to
  involuntarily let him fall to the ground as their leader staggered back.

             Although they expected anger, Henry all but laughed.

                             "God damn losers.."

  Bill shoved his boyfriend down and stood over his chest, legs on either side
                                   of him.

                                  "Get out"

                  Henry couldn't stop staring at his beauty.

                           "I may be outnumbered.."

    He lunged up, grabbing Bill by his throat and standing as he lifted the
                             younger in the air.

                "But you're not fighting those your own size"

         He threw Bill at his friends, knocking down Stan and Eddie.

                       "I can't wait to kill you all!"

 The bullies chased every loser away, but Henry yanked Bill by his collar as to
 not let him get away. He looked around to make sure no one was in sight, then
                attacked his boyfriend's lips with his own.

    His rabbit gasped into the kiss, weakly struggling against him but shyly
 moving his lips in sync. Their kiss turned into passionate making out as they
moved against a tree. The younger was trapped, feeling faint from so much heat
                          and not enough breathing.

      Finally Henry pulled away, looking down at Bill gasping for air.

                                So beautiful..

  He snatched Bill's chin in his fingers and tilted his head up, looking into
                           the gleaming blue eyes.

                                  "Good boy"

                              "F-for w..what?"

         "Putting on such a good show...but now the real fun begins"

 Bill noticeably flinched at the sight of Henry's switchblade popping into his
                         view with an audible click.

     "I'll reward you later baby, but for now enjoy what you get okay?"

    Although the sweetness in his voice was convincing and made Bill's heart
 flutter, he couldn't rid himself of fear. His shirt was pulled over his head
  and his arm was grabbed. The sharpened blade glinted mockingly at him as it
 sliced all over his arms and shoulders. He cried and tried to get away but it
                     was no use, Henry was loving this.

   He felt Henry's hard prick grinding against his inner thigh, specifically
where his name was carved into. This had him blushing, but returning to crying
 and shrieking out to no one in pain. His boyfriend held up his more bloodied
                        arm and lapped up the blood.

  Bill began to moan softly at the contact of a warm tongue against his tender
 wounds but the pleasure was soon gone as it pressed harder. The tender licks
  morphed into hard prodding and rubbing to extract more blood and cause more
                                   pain.

 He was crying and squirming while his body was tortured and toyed with by his
                                 boyfriend.

                               "Say it again"

 He looked up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were glazed over from seeing him in
                               so much pain.

                                "S-say what?"

  He sniffled and attempted to wipe below his nose but was roughly shoved back
against the tree eliciting a yelp. Henry leaned close, nose bridged wrinkled in
          a sneer as a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

                             "I-I...love you.."

  It had come out in a whisper, but that was all his boyfriend needed and one
          sharp rut against his thigh had him creaming his pants.

                           "Oh, such a good boy.."

  He moaned the words as he recovered from his climax, letting blood drip from
 his mouth down his chin. This look fit Henry well, eyes dark and glazed over,
 cheeks pink and his crooked teeth complimented with blood trickling from his
                         mouth. Vicious and wicked.

                "Henry!" A voice called, approaching quickly.

  He recognized the voice and the love and passion in his eyes vanished. As he
 turned to face his heavy friend and let go of Bill his expression was serious
                               and irritated.

                         "What the fuck do you want?"

                              I don't like you.

                   Patrick froze, not knowing what to say.

    "I want you" he finally mumbled, clinging to Henry by his shoulders and
                             looking up at him.

    This caused a pink blush to creep onto his cheeks, watching his alluring
friend lick and bite at his lower lip. He felt something hard grind against his
            thigh and saw Patrick shiver and give a lustful look.

   As he admired the curly haired boy, Bill shoved Patrick to the ground. He
  watched the blond stare furiously, steam practically coming out of his ears
                                 from anger.

 "You're mine!" He screamed, glaring up at Henry like a defensive small animal.


     Henry's heart melted at his rabbit being so jealous and possessive.

    Patrick launched himself off the ground and at Bill, knocking him to the
                  ground and grabbing his throat tightly.

                                 I love you.

     The blond fought with all his life, throwing his fists at Patrick hard
                                 repeatedly.

  The two fought like stray cats, kicking up a dust cloud around them as they
 threw and knocked each other around. Bill was fighting with all his strength,
 while the darker haired boy was just toying with him. Throwing him around and
                  occasionally landing a blow on his face.

    As flattering as it was to be fought over it was pathetic to watch Bill
   struggle like a helpless defensive mouse against the predatorial,cat-like
                            Patrick Hockstetter.

                                  "Enough!"

  Patrick stopped dead, Bill's arm was stuck in his death grip as he continued
     to fight. He shoved him down and punched him in the face and chest.

 "Fighting a man when he's not able to defend himself? How evil" Henry taunted.


      Bill stopped and jumped away from the boy that so creeped him out.

        "What was that stuff in your ass? Why was it black? Tell me!"

      Patrick looked taken off guard, looking from his leader to Bill.

                                   "Bill."

                                   "What?!"

                              "Lower your voice"

                                 "Or what?!"

 All of Bill's courage was flushed down the toilet as he crumbled to the ground
like an empty husk when Henry stalked over to him threateningly. He grabbed the
           boy by his hair and brought the knife against his jaw.

                   "Or I cut your pretty little head off!"

***** War *****
Chapter Notes
     Surprised I'm getting these chapters out. Shit's shitty and finals
     are not helping.
 That night, Henry and Patrick were taking a passed out Bill to his house. As
    they approached the seemingly lifeless house, Eddie jumped out at them.

                                "Let him go!"

             The two exchanged glances then looked down at Eddie.

 "He's dead, you know" Patrick bluffed, loving seeing the misery in the small
                                  boys eyes.

 "Yeah, wanna join him or something? Who the fuck do you think you're talking
                                     to"

                         The girly boy began to cry.

                 "He's like the brother I never had...please"

       Henry didn't even try to feel sympathy, so he handed Bill over.

                           "Take good care of him"

              And with that the two bullies walked out of sight.

   When they got to Patrick's house they were dismissed from dinner and went
                            straight to his room.

  The second Henry closed the door his friend was all over him. Kissing him,
grinding against him and moaning out for him. He felt Henry react by his thick
          cock growing within its confines and nudging against him.

                                 "Patrick.."

  He blushed at his name leaving Henry's mouth so he leaned in and kissed him
 deeply. Their tongues fought for dominance as the greaser's knees buckled and
he sat on the bed. His friend was quickly straddling him as their kiss ended.

                                "I...want you"

                  Patrick's heart damn near skipped a beat.

 He's never wanted to do anything but get a blowjob or jerk off together...but
                       finally. Finally we get to fuck!

 He wrapped his arms around Henry's neck, vibrating with need as hands grabbed
    his ass. He mewled wantonly for his crush and nuzzled against him. Too
                           impatient...take me now!

He was quickly laid onto his back and his legs were wrapped around the older's
 waist. Looking up at him he saw the dark almost lifeless look in Bowers' eyes
                   that he got during a beating from daddy.

     Suddenly he was struck across the face, which caught him off guard.

                          "You want me to fuck you?"

 His voice was scary and he loomed over Patrick like he were prey. Funny...I'm
 used to being the one staring down at a victim. Now look what I am...again.

 He answered in a nod and was punched in the face multiple times. He is angry,
   but for what reason? What about today could possibly have made him angry?
    People's emotions did nothing but confuse Patrick at times like these.

He was thrown to the ground, and Patrick here is a heavy boy. His curly haired
                  ass shook the room causing Henry to laugh.

                "Fuckin pansey...this is all you're good for!"

  He rolled onto his side and peered up at his friend who leapt to the ground
    beside him and squatted, feet flat. The familiar noise of his infamous
               switchblade being readied for use sounded close.

 He was grabbed by his hair and slammed against the wall, the knife tearing at
his shirt and shredding it. As his eyes gazed up at his leader, a blush ghosted
 his face. The blade slowly glided down his torso, not pressing hard enough to
        cut but enough to tickle. He didn't dare move, react or speak.

                      "God, look how excited you are.."

    Henry's voice was slightly shaky as the knife teasingly nudged against
Patrick's dick, causing the boy to smile. He arched into the hand that started
            to caress his bulge, causing him to moan out prettily.

The greaser's cock twitched at the noise and he quickly moved to rid Patrick of
                              his last garments.

      Patrick jutted his hips and bit his lip, fluttering his eyelashes.

                       He knew how Henry all too well.

                         That's right, take the bait.

 He was watched closely as a hand started to stroke him moderately and steady,
                    wanting to make this fun worth while.

   His thumb swirled over the head and pressed against the slit that leaked
                           precum, eliciting a cry.

                Always dramatic and vocal, just how he likes.

           "Fuck me" Patrick whined, despite his usual deep voice.

 Henry couldn't be more turned on, controlled by his need to fuck someone who
                     was crying and writhing beneath him.

                                    "I.."

  He knew Henry would be hesitant. Despite their very many violent and sexual
                    encounters; they never went that far.

Henry was stolen from his train of thought as he was flipped over and shoved on
 his back. Hands glided up his shirt, pushing it up in the process. This sent
           shivers up his spine, hating how he loved being touched.

                                   "Stop.."

  Patrick ignored him, yanking down the older's jeans and underwear. His cock
      shamelessly pointed to the ceiling as he was stroked, knees bending
 involuntarily. Henry hadn't notice his legs being spread by the chubbier boy,
             too busy enjoying the pleasure of being jerked off.

His eyes flew open as he felt something push into his hole, his body was slack
 but his heart was racing. He had to get away, he felt helpless. Flashbacks of
  Butch beating him to the ground and stomping on his chest and stomach raced
                              through his mind.

Tears streamed down his face, he felt them trickle from his eye lashes in small
                     bursts as he kicked Patrick off him.

 The heavy boy barely managed to not land on his ass as he watched Henry rise.
He pummeled Patrick into the floor, his fist pulling back far with every punch.


  Patrick smiled peacefully through the beating, watching his leader sob. How
                                   pitiful.

 A foot stomped hard on his right leg, making it feel weak. Bruises bloomed on
his pale skin as Henry backed away, panting like a wild animal. He grabbed his
 knife and brought it down to Patrick's chest, cutting red slits all over the
                                  pale skin.

  Patrick leaned into the knife, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he
                             moaned and grunted.

                            He fucking loves this.

       "Who the fuck do you think you are trying to fuck me like that?"

He was angry as he sat on the bed, motioning with his hand for the bleeding boy
  to come to him. To which he crawled to the side of the bed and watched his
         crush stroke his cock a few times, knife in the other hand.

                          "Suck it, fag" he ordered.

   As he sat on his knees and placed his hands on Henry's scabbed knees, he
 watched. The large hand stroking the quite big appendage angled it down, the
              pink head attempting to push past Patrick's lips.

  As he licked and sucked the thick member in front of him he heard groans of
                             pleasure above him.

                    "This is where you're supposed to be"

A hand gripped hard in his curly hair, forcing him to look up as his mouth was
                                   fucked.

                                  "Below me"

 Henry's eyes were wide with intensity, smiling maliciously as he attempted to
 make Patrick gag. He held the knife up and cut into the one giving him head,
                        blood dripping down his neck.

                      "You look so good taking my cock"

Henry moaned out when the talented tongue swiped and licked at the head of his
 member. Patrick's throat had only accepted the thick organ more from the pain
                              inflicted on him.

           "What a fucking whore" he laughed out, breathing heavy.

Patrick ran his fingers through his dark locks and pulled off of Henry's dick,
       eyelashes fluttering and bottom lip jutting out in a pouty face.

                           "I'm your whore, Henry~"

His heart was racing as he watched Patrick fake being adorable as fuck. He was
        so horny he dragged Patrick onto the bed and spread his legs.

"Need to be put in your fucking place...you think you can fuck me? Do you know
                                     me?"

His large hand brought his switchblade up and cut Patrick's thighs, holding his
 legs up so the blood ran down towards his inner thighs. Patrick's pale ankles
                were held together as Henry situated himself.

 He pushed his cock between the bloody thighs and started to thrust, groaning
                                   deeply.

                                  "Use me~"

 Hearing the younger whine out forced a smirk to plaster his face, teeth bared
                      exposing his malicious intentions.

  His cock pushed smoothly between the thighs as blood coated his member from
  using it as lube. Occasionally Patrick would shift his thighs or tense the
    muscles in them to draw gasps and shudders from the already moaning and
                           groaning mess above him.

    The body above him was starting to shine with sweat, jolting and chest
   fluttering from thrusts and pleasure. He reached his hand down to stroke
          himself, thighs shaking from the pleasure as became close.

"Cum all over me~ I need it Henry..!" Patrick cried, throwing his head back and
                               panting heavily.

Henry watched as the one below him exposed his creamy throat. Licking his lips
          and biting back a grunt, he came all over Patrick's chest.

He let go of the younger boy's ankles and spread his legs, leaning down to take
                 the head of Patrick’s member into his mouth.

 Patrick mewled out, moving his hand to thrust fully into the greaser's mouth.
  His crush’s jagged teeth always found a way to scrap against his cock which
drove him crazy. He came when he felt a canine scrap against his sensitive cock
                 head, filling Henry's mouth with salty jizz.

He lapped at the tip and sucked all the warm liquid off the member in his mouth
                      and pulled off, licking his lips.

        "Be mine" Patrick whimpered, biting his lip and smiling wide.

                                   "Never"

    He rolled his eyes, pulling Henry close so that their chests touched.

         "It's that stuttering bitch who lost his brother isn't it?"

 Henry got irritated and rolled off the chubby boy and smacked him across the
                                  face hard.

 "I've got a better question. What was that black shit in your ass? I know it
                     wasn't shit so what the fuck was it"

 He waited for the pain to blossom in his head and for his nose to burst, but
                                   nothing.

Henry noticed the obvious flinch his words elicited in Patrick but whatever was
                              to happen, didn't.

Patrick doesn't get scared or fear pain. What the fuck did the clown do to him.


                           "I made a deal, with It"

The greaser grimaced and sat on his knees, punching Patrick's injured leg hard.


                        "What the fuck, Hockstetter?"

          His leg felt weak as his already bruised leg was pummeled.

                "Is that why the damn clown sucked my dick?!"

  Tears pricked at the corners of the greaser's eyes as his friend burst into
  laughter. He held his sides and managed to get his almost broken leg away.

"It went down on you to get you to submit?! Jeez, I knew you were pathetic..but
                                    this"

He tapped his chin, staring at the now horrified Henry Bowers with lidded eyes.
                          Wrapped around my finger.

"It wants Bill dead" he stated, running his index finger's tip down his crush's
                                   throat.

                           "And you're helping It?"

"I'm delaying the.." Patrick was cut off, his nose bursting blood and his head
                feeling light causing his vision to go blurry.

                    Its like everything's shaking weeee...

          Henry was shaking Patrick as the curly haired one fainted.
***** Corrupt *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
  Henry lay on his back, snoring peacefully as the chubby limbs of his friend
                  were curled and wrapped around him. Caught.

His fingers traced Henry's chest, his morning wood pushed against his thigh. As
his eyes trailed over every feature of the usually stern face he sighed. Heart
         racing. Blood pumping through me, is that what makes me real?

He flattened his palm on the sturdy chest. Listening and feeling for the robust
                          heartbeat thudding within.

               Is Henry real? Could he be the other real person?

                          I'm not even sureI'm_real.

                 Oh well. Better to have fun till I find out.

He left dark hickeys on the slowly rising and falling chest, glancing down ever
so often to look at the tempting morning wood tenting the comforter over Henry.
    His tongue trailed downwards and he whined softly, rutting against the
                           greaser's muscular thigh.

   "I know you're not trying to pull shit again, pansey" the half asleep boy
                grumbled, his voice low and gravely from sleep.

 This sent a shiver down Patrick's spine, unable to stop the smirk that seemed
                         to force itself on his face.

                   "I got a big day, and you're not in it"

 He shoved his friend away and sat up, silently noting the slight throbbing on
                                  his chest.

  Patrick received the beating he usually got in the mornings Henry spent the
  night. He liked to call it warming up for the day. The adrenaline coursing
      through him as Patrick's skin on his stomach, face and ass welted.

 When Henry left, Patrick stood in front of the mirror but mainly balanced on
his non injured leg. He quietly set the dull colored cigarette pack in front of
  the mirror. He always gave Henry a few cigs after he was done being thrown
                            around and roughed up.

   His left eye was swelling, already deep purple and cuts on his neck were
reopened. Dry finger and hand prints marked his throat and shoulders in bruises
                                  and blood.

Why give him those bitter, addictive smokin shits?? Cause they're just like me.

 He cried most times, and what do you do to make someone depend on you? Supply
  them with something to fill a void till you can yourself, of course. Giving
Henry a false sense of happiness was better than nothing! Besides, it's so fun
                                   to watch.

  Most people would probably cry or cower away for awhile after being hurt by
someone they like. But Patrick's face flushed deep red as he pushed and prodded
                               at his injuries.

Damn leg feels too weak to walk on properly. Gonna have to hobble like a fuckin
                                   cripple..

 His leg was quite swollen, a dark purple and bright red cresting the wound.

 Any kind of attention from Henry is what I want. Anything from him at all, to
        see his miserable face twist into disgust at the sight of me..

    He shivered, that look of despair and hate always made his cock twitch.

                                  -flashback-

 It had been him and Henry's first time messing around. They were alone by the
barrens. He was on his knees, face dangerously close to the cock in his hand.

 "Keep trying to make me some kind of fag like you" he huffed, breathing heavy
                as Patrick's skilled hand stroked his hard on.

                                 "You like me"

He squeezed the base, continuing his tight grip and brought his hand up to the
 head and circled the sensitive tip with his thumb vigorously. This made Henry
 gasp sharply and moan audibly, hips attempting to buck wildly into the hand.

                                "You like this"

 The greaser was panting and trying to fixate his vision on Patrick, uneasy at
 the thought of being unaware and incoherent around him. His mouth hung open,
    soft moans leaving him ever so often as he was squeezed and caressed.

                                "You like it"

   He felt another hand fondle his balls as they began to tighten, close to
 orgasm. He noticeably started breathe heavier as his balls were massaged and
                           cock was stroked faster.

        "Fuck...Patrick!" He shouted, cumming more than I'd ever seen..

 Patrick opened his mouth, eyes staring up at Henry with hunger as jizz landed
all over his face and in his mouth. He grinned from ear to ear as he licked his
                             lips clean of sperm.

                             "You taste so good~"

Patrick mimicked a low purr as he nuzzled against Henry's bare thigh, pressing
                   his groin against the older's lower leg.

             Watching with fascination, Henry smiled malevolently.

    "I'm not gonna get you off, pansey. But I'll humor you" Henry growled.

The chubby boy couldn't help but to bite his bottom lip as the leg against his
                  body nudged and pressed against his bulge.

                     "Hump like the dog you are" he spat.

  His face was flushing deeply from the mistreatment and did as he was told.
Quickly snapping his hips fast and pressing as close as he could. He whined and
       panted like a dog, drawing a sadistic mocking laugh from Henry.

                              "What a good boy"

He humped and grinded on the leg between his own, desperately moaning out like
                           a whore being bred. Slut.

Long callused fingers pushed past his lips, silencing his panting as he sucked
                             on them obediently.

   Henry was getting annoyed at how long the puppy in heat was lasting so he
 thrusted his fingers into the mouth. This seemed to excite Patrick more as he
                    rutted a few more times then came hard.

                    "Ha! Creamed your pants like a virgin"

The chubby boy pulled off the fingers in his mouth, shuddering from his orgasm.

                  "I'm a whore, Henry..but just your whore"

Henry grimaced, disgusted by the thought of Patrick being equal to him. Worthy
   of him. The disgusting freak killed any house pet or furry creature that
               couldn't squeal on him if it made it out alive.

                          "A whore is right, champ"

 And with that he patted Patrick right on the forehead, palm covering the his
                                dripping face.

                                    -end-

Henry was walking to a certain someone's house, a cig hanging out of his mouth
                      as he absentmindedly puffed on it.

Swear to fucking god if I walk in to see him doing some damn faggy shit without
                          me, I'm killing them both.

 Walking past Neibolt Street, he glanced down the dead end and glanced at the
                                  old house.

Where he stores the bodies. I'll hide my victims there too. Not petty house pet
                                 ones either..

As the Kaspbrak household came into view he started his evaluation. The room he
assumed was Eddie's had the lights out. The living room window was lit up from
the tv he guessed the little bitch's mom had her eyes glued to. Every adult is
                              just fucking trash.

It must be early, because the little shits were always out all day on weekends.
As he climbed through a window he rolled in weightlessly into what seemed to be
a study. Dust coated every surface so he avoided touching anything. As he made
              his way up the staircase he listened for snoring.

Chapter End Notes
     No new chapter this Thursday
***** Gluttony *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 "N-no, Henry..s-stop" Bill moaned quietly, aware that Eddie was still asleep
                      less than two feet away from them.

  Henry was trailing harsh kisses and licks across Bill's jaw and throat. The
     younger was already painfully hard, beginning to rock his hips in his
                      boyfriend's lap without realizing.

    "You always say that, why don't you just say what you mean for once?"

    He tangled his hand in blond hair and yanked back, earning a soft gasp.
 Smirking, he trailed his free hand to Bill's ass and gave it a squeeze, then
               pulled back his wrist and gave it a light smack.

  All this attention and touching was making Bill's head spin as his butt was
 fondled and swatted. He whined quietly, burying his face in the crook of his
               boyfriend's neck as the teasing overwhelmed him.

                     "H-Henry...w-we can't..n-not here.."

                        "I'll take you whenever I want"

   He grabbed Bill's thin throat hard and lifted his arm, forcing the boy to
             straddle him instead of lay against his large body.

    Bill was about to protest or struggle but he felt the cock he so craved
grinding against his ass. He began to pant, involuntarily drooling slightly as
            his pants were slid off his hips and down his thighs.

  His chest lifted and fell down repeatedly ruggedly, face red and small dick
 risen for attention. He already felt so hot and bothered by Henry's attention
                         to his cut and bruised body.

 I've only ever liked Bev...a girl. What is so special about him..he hurts my
  friends, hurts me...sleeps with Patrick probably..and who knows what other
                                 shitty stuff.

 He heard slow unzipping and the undoing of a belt, hoping to god Eddie didn't
 wake up. As he glanced down at Henry he saw him sucking on three of his long
 fingers then they disappeared between his injured thighs. Moans and whimpers
  were pulled out of him as he was finger fucked. He'd occasionally sit back
   against the fingers and gasp for air when his prostate was grazed by the
                             callused fingertips.

        "It's so cute to hear you tell me no, but I much prefer this"

   Bill began to cry and beg "yes" and "please" as Henry sped up his rhythm,
 scissoring his fingers and smirking. Squelches and heavy breathing halted the
                             silence in the air.

 When Henry didn't even have to pump his fingers into the tight heat and Bill
moved at his own accord he removed them. Bill bit his lip, his eyebrows angled
         up as his cheeks flushed, watching his boyfriend seductively.

                      "W-we have..have t-to be quiet.."

    "Tell yourself that, mush mouth. You're the one moaning like a bitch."

 Henry held Bill's jaw and watched as the blond went down on him. Freeing his
 cock he sighed, watching as his boyfriend stroked the base and suckled on the
head. He watched with hungry eyes as the boy began to bob his head up and down
 the cock in his mouth. Breathing heavy he ran his fingers through the blond's
                          hair and grabbed tightly.

  Bill whimpered from his hair being pulled and pulled off the member in his
                                    mouth.

                             "You're ready, doll"

   He lifted his rabbit back so he sat comfortably in his lap. He nudged and
 prodded the tip of his cock against Bill's ass, loving to tease the writhing
                                boy above him.

  He became too impatient and sat down quickly when he felt the cock head rub
against his entrance. Henry forced himself not to groan from being inside Bill
                                  so quickly.

Bill covered his mouth to stop from gasping and moaning out like a needy whore.
He rocked and swiveled his hips as he rid his boyfriend, balancing himself with
                        his free hand on Henry's chest.

His love bouncing and whimpering in his lap was making his head spin. He loved
him so much, one hand on his hip and the other pushing hair out of Bill's face
   to see those big blue eyes. Bill noticed and looked down at Henry, chest
                    heaving rapidly as he stopped moving.

 "You're so beautiful" Henry said softly, for once no malice could be heard in
            his voice or seen in his actions or facial expression.

Bill's eyes teared up from the pleasure coursing through him and Henry's sweet
  words. Before he could respond he felt Henry snap his hips up, hitting his
    prostate dead on. This caused him to muffle the cry that left his mouth
                                involuntarily.

  As the two began making love again Eddie had his eyes closed tight, fingers
 wrapped around his dick. He'd been awake since he heard Henry demanding that
"he could take Bill whenever he wanted". Which turned him on at the thought of
               Richie being so demanding and possessive of him.

He bit the back of his left hand as he stroked his member to the sounds of Bill
                  and Henry fucking on the floor beside him.

Bill was muffling his voice as best as he could, moans and whimpers forced out
   of him with every thrust that pushed into him to the hilt. He came with a
   stifled shout as Henry squeezed his throat, smirking up at what was his.

As he recovered from his orgasm he let his fox maneuver his body to lay against
him. He quickly continued to fuck into the sensitive hole, drawing out whimpers
   and quiet "stop"s from the limp boy above him. He came with a deep grunt,
          breathing heavy and clutching at Bill's hips for his life.

He pushed his rabbit off and fixed his jeans, whistling quietly at the sight of
                      his cum leaking out of Bill's ass.

Bill bolted upright, face flushed from embarrassment as he pulled up his pants.


                          "N-now g-get outta here.."

                           "Are you gonna make me?"

                            "E-E-Eddie is asleep!"

                      "Fine. I'm taking you later then"

           He held Bill in his arms, back leaned up against the bed.

                     "Why are you two shirtless anyways?"

                  "It's always w-w-warm..in E-Eddie's room"

                          "Then why's he shirtless?"

                                 "A-ask him.."

         Although it was sarcasm Henry stood and looked over at Eddie.

  Eddie was laying on his side under the covers, sticky jizz coating his hand
                  from having gotten off on Henry and Bill.

                           "Ahhh someone's awake..."

         He knew unconscious from conscious like the back of his hand.

"Little girly boy is a faggot after all~ Totally called it." he pushed Eddie to
                               lay on his back.

Eddie was horrified and shaking like a leaf, watching as Henry leaned down and
                 licked cum off his hand. Too scared to move.

                                  "H-Henry!"

                      Bill shoved on his fox and glared.

                              "Leave h-him be.."

                     "Why? He didn't mind hearing us fuck"

                              "J-just g-get out!"

Henry was laughing as he let Bill maneuver him out the door and slammed it shut
                                  behind him.

                                 "S-sorry..."

     "I won't tell anyone" Eddie squeaked, holding his knees to his chest.

 He watched as his stuttering friend sat beside him and leaned his head on his
                                  shoulder.

      "Why does he hurt you if..." He didn't need to finish his sentence.

                      "W-who knows...he's m-messed up.."

  The cuts, hickeys and bruises marking Bill's neck, torso and arms made his
         heart sink. My friend doesn't deserve to be treated that way.

                      "I-It's not always...l-like this"

  He looked to Bill, sorrow filling his gaze. But before he could counter he
             watched the taller boy hold a blanket to his chest.

         "I gotta g-go h-home, we're all m-meeting up later, r-right?"

                                  "Of course"

                                      --

It was the weekend! Bill and his friends raced down to the barrens, all pushing
and shoving lightly to be the first. Bill was in first, Eddie and Stan tied for
second. The others were a madhouse of fighting and verbal lashing behind them.

                            "Fuck out of the way!"

                               "Watch it loser!"

                          "Hey, look who's talking!"

 When they finally arrived they were panting and gathering things to build the
                                     damn.

    "Bill?" Stan spoke, putting his hand against said boys long arm sleeve.

He noticeably flinched, jolting his arm to hold it to himself then looked down.

                                  "W-what?"

                       "You've been acting off today.."

     It was true. He missed his boyfriend. He hadn't seen Henry since that
    morning...Shouldn't I be happy about it though? He'd hurt me...use me.

He flushed remembering Henry fucking and kissing him. Always with passion that
                               burned like fire.

The feeling of the greaser's crooked teeth sinking into him would be something
 he'd never forget. His hands on his body, squeezing and groping his hips and
                                     ass..

                 "I've...I've just b-been missing..G-Georgie"

 It wasn't a lie. On top of missing Henry he missed Georgie. At least missing
                              Georgie was valid..

Stan led his friend away from the group. When they were out of sight he noticed
                       how close in proximity they were.

             "I'm always here..if you want to talk about anything"

  The blush ghosting his face was impossible to miss as he averted his eyes.
Stanley always did have a pretty face. His lips were a cute pink as they shone
                   in sunlight peeking through tree leaves.

                             "Th-thanks, Stan.."

  As he was pulled into a hug he saw a figure walking among the trees around
                                    them.

              Colorful clothes, white skin and bright red hair..

                                "Stanley boy"

 Stan tensed, clutching Bill closer to him as his eyes welled with tears from
           fear. It's laughter echoed through the trees around them.

                 "Leave us be!" Bill shouted with confidence.

Pennywise was not happy.It couldn't stand Bill's existence any longer. Kept It
from tearing what they called the "Losers Club" into pieces. It wanted nothing
                   more than to devour the miserable brats.

             -days prior, when Henry took off in pursuit of Mike-

  Vic's head was spinning as he tried to focus his vision on what he saw was
someone sucking his dick.It felt so good...and didn't help him at all to regain
                                  awareness.

What he could make out was that the person was Patrick Hockstetter. Clearly the
little freak Henry brought along sometimes had another purpose he couldn't have
                     pieced together. Till now at least..

 He leaned his head back and moaned in a needy way. Doing this meant Patrick's
                 hand was no longer there to mask the sounds.

   Belch's eyes widened and he turned to see the scene he was oblivious to.

                                What the fuck.

                              "What the hell?!"

Patrick pulled off the cock in his mouth and leaned, arching his pudgy body as
               he pulled a handle that leaned Belch's seat back.

               "Don't spoil it~ you can join us" Patrick cooed.

Vic laid sideways to gaze at Belch without having to turn his head and waved at
                          him in a childlike manner.

 Belch was conflicted, the sight of Vic's bare hard on made his legs weak. His
  dick was twitching to life as he watched Patrick strip their tall friend's
                                  lower half.

  He whistled enthusiastically and took the cock head back into his mouth and
                              stroked the base.

                                "It'll be fun~"
Chapter End Notes
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***** Good for nothing *****
Chapter Notes
     Patrick x Vic x Belch scene
 Vic was moaning out and panting like a whore in heat as his cock was stroked
vigorously. The curly haired boy was undoing his jeans, releasing his painfully
                                 hard member.

              "Come on, you can take his mouth" Patrick offered.

   Belch's pants were growing tight at the thought of Vic sucking on him. He
      shamefully tugged down his jeans and stroked his cock a few times.

He watched as Patrick threw Vic's slender leg over his shoulder and pushed two
   fingers in him. He gasped and pushed back on the fingers penetrating him.

                       Clearly someone does this often.

 His pupils became blown as he watched Vic shake his head from side to side at
     the overwhelming stimulation. Patrick's skilled fingers were curling,
 scissoring and pushing in hard and fast as his other hand stroked Vic’s long
                                    member.

 His hand masturbating Vic was slow in comparison to the finger fucking he was
                giving him in the back, which drove him crazy.

                      "Please.." Vic gasped, eyes lidded.

                       "Please what? What do you want?"

  Patrick's eyes flickered to Belch who was stroking himself watching Vic be
               toyed with. Victor was being so cute and needy.

  "Fuck me!" He whined, rocking his hips erratically back against the fingers
                               deep in his ass.

Patrick grabbed Vic's jaw hard and squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

                      "Come on, fuck his mouth already."

   Belch scooted forward, running his fingers through Vic's black hair as he
                        pushed his cock into his mouth.

  Vic sucked obediently and peered up at his friend, loving to please him as
                            Belch's breath hitched.

 Patrick had halted his attention on Vic's cock and instead fingered him with
saliva coated fingers. He watched Vic push his ass impatiently back against the
          fingers stretching and prepping him. What a pretty sight.

         Finally get to fuck an ass... I need more than this though..

   When he removed his fingers he quickly pushed his cock half way into Vic,
watching the pink hole envelop his thick member was like a dream come true! Vic
 had to pull off Belch's member, gasping and shuddering from the stretch. The
tallest boy ran his fingers through Vic's hair, puffs of air leaving his parted
                                     lips.

                               "He's so cute.."

                                 "And tight.."

Vic blushed even deeper if possible and hid his face in his elbow while jerking
Belch off lazily. He whimpered out and jerked his hips back when Patrick grazed
             his prostate, his breaths erratic from the pleasure.

   Belch held Vic's jaw gently, watching him react to being fucked slow and
                                    steady.

                        He'd never taken one so thick.

  The way it curved and hit his prostate had him drooling and he could barely
                              keep his eyes open.

         Patrick was just over half way in and Vic was already a mess.

                             Is my cock that good?

 He pushed in to the hilt and held Vic's leaking member again, slowly stroking
                       it to make him cry out even more.

 Belch was watching Vic's face contour in pleasure and loving the sounds that
                came from his parted lips. He's so beautiful...

He pushed his cock back into Vic's mouth and thrusted shallowly. The moans and
whimpers coming from his throat sent vibrations through Belch's cock as it was
                         sucked, making his head spin.

 Patrick was in heaven as he watched himself spread Vic, the tight wet feeling
almost unbearable. He tried to think of a socially acceptable way to cause the
                 boy below him pain, cause this ain't enough.

Need more than a tight ass...can't even hear his damn moans with Belch down his
                                    throat.

He slowly pulled out, smirking at the whine deep in Vic's throat. Swinging back
        his wrist, he landed a hard swat on the Vic's right ass cheek.

Belch watched, groaning deeply underneath his heavy breaths that left his mouth
             as Vic swirled his tongue around the pink cock head.

  He'd thrust about four or five times, pull out and spank Vic till his dick
  laying against his hip created a small pool of precum on the car seat. The
  sight of the quite feminine boy being denied his release and fucked at both
                              ends was priceless.

Belch began grunting and his chest was heaving rapidly. The more submissive of
the three pulled off the cock in his mouth and jerked it till its load spilled
                          all over his neck and face.

                         He looks gorgeous like this.

He was quickly flipped onto his back, the cock in his ass entering and exiting
him without mercy as his legs were held apart. The grip Patrick's hands had on
Vic's knees was bruising but he wouldn't have it any other way. His orgasm soon
followed, his cock jerking as his prostate was hit one last time sending sperm
                        all over his stomach and chest.

 If only Henry could see you now, long time respected friend...now just a cum
                   drenched whore being used by his friends.

The thought of Henry finding out and disowning Belch and Vic as his friends and
    dragging Patrick away to beat on him then fuck sent him over the edge.

  Patrick let out a deep groan and spilled inside his friends tight ass. Vic
  clenched around Patrick just to make the experience better for him. He knew
               he'd never fucked, at least not like that before.

As the boys recovered from their orgasms and hurriedly fixed their clothes and
  tucked themselves away they heard their call. A loud whistle that could be
heard half way across Derry, a call from Henry when he needed them. The bullies
      flew out of the car, cheeks still red from their recent activities.

 When they arrived at the scene Patrick launched himself at Ben, knocking the
                   boy to the ground then dragging him away.

 Henry hadn't even noticed the pink tint in their cheeks or the smell of sweat
  at all. Perhaps the losers maybe, but whether or not their bullies had just
                         fucked wasn't their problem.

                                -end flashback-

  Belch was getting drunk with Henry. He seemed more quiet and distant since
                       around the time of his threeway.

Can't believe my first time was with a dude. And not even one at that! Like it
                              was a fuckin orgy!

  He coughed, trying to clear his thoughts as to not grow hard. Taking a few
                   swigs off his beer he looked to the sky.

   "Was thinking of swinging by the barrens later. Fish out a fag or two and
 make'em bleed" Henry said through a smirk, glancing to Belch to know his full
                                   thoughts.

 Not always did Belch's thoughts and actions align, but nonetheless he always
                      steered towards what Henry wanted.

                         "If we're not drunk as hell"

                               "And if we are?"

        Henry had his eyebrows furrowed, staring at Belch expectantly.

                               "Sure, whatever"

                                      --

  The car was swerving out of the lines and moving 20 below the speed limit.
Belch was determined not to crash as Henry whooped and hollered out the window.
         He'd take long gulps off his just opened beer to top it off.

                            How reckless he can be.

When he got to the more popular entrance to the barrens he parked on the never
busy main road. When Henry stumbled out of the car he mumbled for Belch to stay
                       behind in case a cop came around.

Stumbling through he listened and looked around. His senses were dulled making
his vision was a bit blurry. He heard rustling and carefully snuck through the
                     brush to look at the small clearing.

                    The same spot I took Bill's virginity.

             His eyes widened as he witnessed two beings fucking.

  The short chubby fuck he occasionally made useful was on his back, his arms
 above his head. His fingers were clenching and unclenching and his eyes were
            screwed shut as his body was rocked against the earth.

Pennywise was holding itself up on its elbows, hovering over the boy beneath it
                        and driving its hips into him.

 It purposely held off on excreting any juices, instead forcing itself in and
                        using Patrick's blood instead.

A pool of blood surrounded Patrick from the waist down, although he didn't seem
  fazed much. Just continued holding his legs open for the clown to fuck him.

 A feeling of jealousy and possessiveness crept up on Henry as he watched the
 disturbing scene. It wasn't the same kind he felt when Bev had held onto his
 rabbit. No, this was like watching someone use your whore. Sure he's a slut,
                         but that's what makes it fun.

          He wanted to break up the scene, but wasn't quite sure how.

                                  "Aye pansy"

               Patrick's eyes shot open and he looked to Henry.

                         Why're you...you're so real.

                             "Little busy, Hen.."

   The action creating the awkwardness never stopped. Patrick cringed at the
           feeling of being spread open by the dry feeling tentacle.

 Henry tried not to laugh at the nickname and stormed towards the fornicating
                                    freaks.

As he lifted his boot to kick the disgusting clown off Patrick he felt all the
air in his lungs vanish. His vision flashed white and his mouth and throat were
                              as dry as a desert.

  He was only able to focus his vision on a figure stalking towards him. The
 person walked like they were on a moving platform, yet still managed to loom
                                  over Henry.

                                  That face.

 It was his father. Although he should've guessed, he's seen this exact scene
                               plenty of times.

The back of his neck felt as cold as ice and his ears were ringing. He thought
he'd pass out from fear as his father seemed to grow taller by the second as he
                              stared down at him.

"The fuck are you doing here, boy? I didn't raise a fag" Butch growled, breath
                               reaking of beer.

 He couldn't get words to form, not even able to think of a response. His eyes
         darted to the ground instinctually, palms sweating profusely.

   Patrick was basking in the glory of having a break from a dry cock force
           fucking him. When he managed to open his eyes he sat up.

The sight of Pennywise pushing its hands up Henry's shirt and the other sliding
                 into his pants made him...almost feel. Again.

    What the fuck is it with Henry. He's entertaining but these...thoughts.

 The fox's eyes were a complete hazy blue, his jaw slack and body limp as his
                  back was pressed against the clown's front.

As Patrick yanked up his jeans and went to launch at the two to pry them apart
an ear splitting scream filled the air. Pennywise laughed lowly, loving to feel
      the pitiful childlike fear he pulled from Henry as he hallucinated.

 Henry had never felt such terror in his life as his father's hands went down
  his clothes, murmuring "faggot" and how Henry was a fuck up of a son. Tears
 were spilling down his cheeks as the scent of alcohol overwhelmed him. Gonna
                              pass the fuck out..

         "Henry!" A familiar voice sounded, but from a great distance.

 He looked around, confused and wanting help. Unable to actually call for help
                                    though.

                                   "Henry!!"

Patrick watched as Bill and Stan stumbled onto the scene, Bill's face red with
                                    anger.

It spun around to him, dropping Henry to the ground. The greaser crumbled like
                                  a rag doll.

Snarling, it bared its disgusting sharp teeth at them as balloons appeared from
 the tree tops and seemed to swallow it up. Then they gracefully floated away
                            and the clown was gone.
***** Sloth *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As Patrick stepped towards Henry to collect him he was cut off by Bill rushing
  to his side. His eyebrows furrowed, wondering why this bitch thought he had
                  more of a right to tend to Henry than him.

"Henry, c-come on, it'll b-be okay. I-I'm here" Bill squeaked, on his knees and
                   holding his boyfriend's torso on his lap.

He ran his fingers delicately over his fox's face and traced his hair, watching
the milky eyes fade to electric blue. As Henry came to, his mouth opened and he
          gasped, eyes flickering around wildly then landing on Bill.

                                   My love.

                 "What're yooou...doin here..." Henry slurred.

  Alcohol still coursed through his bloodstream and buzzed in the back of his
                            skull.I just wanna nap.

           "I-I'm w-with.. my friends...w-what was going o-on here?"

Henry's vision fixed on Patrick as he stood there, motionless. And emotionless
                             but that's the norm.

"Yeah, what was going on here?" Henry said through anger, attempting to stand.

  His legs were wobbly and he had to sit back against Bill with a frustrated/
                                 tired grunt.

  Patrick assumed since Bill was around he was safe from Pennywise. At least
                             after that incident.

                 "It wants me to kill Bill" he stated blandly.

 Out of the three to witness this Stan was the one to have immediate anger. He
  stamped his foot down hard in front of Bill, facing Patrick with his fists
                                   clenched.

               "I let it play with me to extend the time I have"

   "You'll never touch him" Stan stated coldly, glaring daggers at Patrick.

Henry hooked an arm around Bill and kissed him quite hard, shocking him. Their
  bodies moved together as his fox situated himself on top. His teeth grazed
Bill's bottom lip, smirking as hands flew, to his chest to attempt to move him.

 Stan stared at the two as though seeing a ghost for the first time, disgusted
by the sight and concerned for Bill. Not only that, but jealousy boiled deep in
               him, making him want to throw a fit and run away.

Patrick watched boredly as Stan ran off, teeth clenched and tears running down
his cheeks. Whatever feeling that was, it might be the one attempting to make a
          home within him whenever Bill was brought up or was around.

Watching through lidded eyes, feeling as though he shouldn't even be witnessing
the scene he was but did anyways. Bill opened his legs for Henry; which must be
 instinctual at this point; and held onto the boy above him with his hands on
                             the nape of his neck.

  The one he wish was his dominated perfectly. His large hands wrapped Bill's
legs over his hips as their kiss became needier. Bill loved how scabbed over on
 many places his boyfriend's hands were, made it all the more rougher. The two
gasped for air as they parted finally, eyes lidded as they gazed at each other.

                        They really missed each other.

  Henry was in another world as he pushed his nose into his rabbit's neck and
  breathed in. The scent brought him back to their other close encounters. He
          gently ran his tongue over a faded hickey he left and bit.

The younger was panting softly, then his eyes shot open as he realized Patrick
was still there. When he glanced to the chubby boy he noticed he hadn't gotten
  closer and looked emotionless, staring at the two. Like they were a tv only
                           showing static. Solemn.

                                Where is Stan?

                             "H-Henry..not here.."

 His boyfriend pulled off his neck, feeling his fast heartbeat radiating from
the new hickeys on his neck. Henry looked animalistic, lust clouding his mind.
  It was as if Bill were a she cat in heat, tail vibrating. While Henry, the
  tomcat, couldn't resist the delicious scent Bill emitted. Just want to take
                                     him.

                      "Fine...but the pansey comes with"

                                      ---

  Belch had his eyes closed as he tapped his fingers along to the beat of the
 music. It wasn't very loud, he only played music loud when others were in the
 car. He saw movement at the entrance of the barrens and looked over. Patrick
and their leader were dragging the leader of the Loser's Club roughly. The kid
   didn't put up much of a fight, only ever yanking away or struggling when
                 Patrick talked or touched him unnecessarily.

Henry shoved the younger in roughly and jumped into the passenger seat, looking
                                   to Belch.

                               "Denbrough house"

    Patrick slinked into the backseat with Bill and shut the door, staring
                              maliciously at him.

To say Bill was creeped out was an understatement. He felt like he was going to
be raped and murdered by Patrick. The way he scanned his body with his eyes and
                           grinned from ear to ear.

                                     Why?

               "W-why?" Bill whispered, trying to keep his cool.

Patrick cocked an eyebrow up at Bill and his smile turned into an open mouthed
                                     one.

        "Why what, buttercup?" Patrick's voice was in a sing-song tone.

                   "Why s-s-sacrifice y-yourself for.. me?"

                                      --

Bill was shoved roughly onto the bed and watched as Henry flung off his jacket
 behind himself hurriedly. He kneeled onto the bed, biting his lip and giving
                Bill the sexiest bedroom eyes he'd seen so far.

          "I want you so bad...just being around you drives me crazy"

   Bill could tell it was torment for Henry  not being able to fuck him. The
      raging hard on within his jeans was forming a wet spot at the tip.

"Take me...just h-hurry" Bill whimpered, spreading his legs and hiding his face
                                 in his hands.

His fox wasted no time, in tearing off every last article of clothing off Bill,
running his open palms up the bare skin. He smirked as goosebumps sprung under
       his touch, trailing his rough hands to the back of Bill's knees.

Bill's knees were forced against his chest, grateful for how flexible he was or
                               it might've hurt.

                        "Hold them down" Henry ordered.

His chubby friend who'd been palming his hard on and watching them quickly held
Bill's knees up. Eyeing the pink hole between his ass cheeks as Henry went down
                                    on him.

 A tongue lapped at his hole and pressed in to penetrate, causing him to arch
   his back suddenly and pant. Soft moans left his mouth as he looked up at
           Patrick, whose eyes were glued to Henry working him open.

When Henry pulled back his boyfriend whined at the loss, shifting his hips the
best he could. Patrick and Henry both grinned, watching Bill desperately squirm
                      and plead with noises to be fucked.

                         "I think he wants something"

 They both slid their right index fingers into his hole, causing Bill's breath
   to hitch and his back to arch. Wanton moans and cries filled the void of
                             silence in the room.

     Patrick finally saw what Henry saw; A little brat who fought but once
  pleasured, turned into a whining whore begging for more. They watched their
    fingers push into the tight wet flesh, spreading and caressing the pink
insides. Bill was desperately rocking back against the fingers penetrating him,
                             panting as he did so.

 After awhile they didn't even have to move their hands, Bill was just fucking
himself on their digits. His mouth hung open and his painfully hard dick jerked
                          every time he'd move back.

                              "Please...Henry.."

He perked at his name being moaned out like that. He's so beautiful...loves to
                   be toyed with and used. Obedient bitch.

 They removed their fingers and Patrick was shoved away. The most dominant of
 the three grabbed Bill's knees with one hand and worked his belt off with the
other. They all watched as the belt tightened around Bill's knees, keeping them
                                    there.

"You look so pretty like this, doll" Henry growled, pushing down his underwear
                       as Bill watched in anticipation.

   The thick veiny cock that sprung into sight made him drool. He's so big..

 Henry's hands gripped Bill's pale thighs and smacked the right one to earn a
                                  yelp. Cute.

 He positioned himself, holding onto Bill's thighs for leverage and teased the
 pink hole with his tip. Slowly pushing in to cover the head, pulling out and
        repeating, watching his boyfriend squirm and whine impatiently.

   Patrick was watching, jerking off as he did so.It's so hot watching Henry
                         dominate this little runt...

         He knew Henry liked to make prey suffer as long as possible.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm getting waay more writing ideas for future fics and I'm so
     excited to start writing them. I think my writing is way shitty but
     hey IT content is IT content, there needs to be more tbh.
***** Famine *****
Chapter Summary
     Lil bit of Hen x Bill x Pat. The beginning starts off switching from
     the conversation in the car between Bill and Patrick to the
     intercourse scene. Enjoy.
   "As if it's for you" Patrick hissed, glancing to Henry in the front seat.

Bill saw the way he gazed at his leader, and although their wasn't affection in
   it he saw some emotion. And that was saying a lot for the numb and wicked
                             Patrick Hockstetter.

                          Henry is important to him.

                                      ---

A hard grip laced around his neck, another on his right thigh. He couldn't help
         but to drool, it was getting hard to keep his eyes open too.

  He was getting a good pounding, Henry held nothing back as his insides were
                              opened and fucked.

 Henry was growling and muttering to himself (and probably Patrick too) while
             clenching his grip on Bill's already bruised throat.

His tight flesh around the greaser's cock was driving him crazy, he was already
                                    close.

                                      ---

                           "D-do y-you.. love him?"

  Patrick slowly set his gaze on Bill, not turning his head to face him, just
                                   staring.

                                      ---

          "Fuuuuck" Henry grunted, thrusting quickly into his rabbit.

              He looks so cute like this, beneath me. All I want.

His cock grazed against Bill's prostate when he'd pull out far and thrust in at
 an angle. He could tell by the way Bill clenched and fluttered around him and
  whined like a needy bitch. Back arching off the bed in attempt to push back
                      against what brought him pleasure.

                             "Please- H-Henry.."

He peered down at his boyfriend and smirked at the expression the younger had.
 Jaw slack while panting and eyes lidded, pupils blown out. Pushing in hard he
  heard Bill whimper and gasp, his small dick twitching slightly. But it was
  trapped beneath his thighs and against his stomach, precum leaking from his
                                     tip.

Patrick was jerking off, cock out as he kneeled beside Bill and watched the two
                                  make love.

  "Please, Henry! I want to cum!" Bill cried out, chest heaving and his legs
                                  twitching.

  Henry slowly pulled out, keeping the head of his dick in and spread Bill's
 legs. Holding Bill by the knees, he drove back into him and continued to fuck
                                 him roughly.

 While moans and grunts filled the air Patrick nudged his leader and nodded to
  his erection. He let go of the blond's right knee and held his left knee up
higher, taking his hand and wrapping it around the curly haired boys erection.

Bill blinked, dazed and jerked Patrick off shyly, watching the boy move closer
                           to him and bite his lip.

   He was coming to realize how submissive he was in all this. While getting
brutally pounded into the mattress he jerked his boyfriends friend off over his
                                    body.

  Moving a hand to his own painfully hard member he jerked himself off in the
                    same speed and grip as he did Patrick.

  The chubby boy was extremely wet at his tip, leaking like a faucet into his
hand creating smoother strokes on his thick member. It drove him crazy to have
  such inexperience try to pleasure him, thrusting into the hand as he moaned
                                     out.

                                      ---

       "What the fuck!" Henry yelled, wrenching Patrick away from Bill.

 He had pinned Bill down in the back seat, making the blonde scream in terror.
          Patrick was just too unpredictable, it scared him so much.

 Henry punched Patrick in the face till his nose was bent unnaturally, pouring
  blood and he was passed out. When Patrick slumped back against his seat he
          turned back around in his own and watched the passing sky.

                    He could truly be terrifying at times.

                                      ---

"Oh~! Henry! I'm cumming..!" Bill moaned out, tears threatening to spill as he
                        brought himself to completion.

   Henry kept thrusting and watched closely as his rabbit painted his pretty
                   little stomach in milky sperm. Adorable.

                           "That was amazing, baby"

Bill was as red as a tomato, nodding meekly at the compliment and averting his
eyes. He was striked across the face and held by his chin to stare up at Henry
                    while his hole was continuously fucked.

 Patrick throbbed in Bill's grip at the sight of his pain, thrusting into his
                     hand and wrapping his own around it.

                           What a good little bitch.

   Henry's grunts turned to low growls and loud panting as he finally came,
  fucking deep into Bill like it was the last time he'd ever get the chance.
 Sitting back and recovering from his orgasm, he ran his rough hands from his
boyfriends hips to knees. He'd pinch hickeys and bruises to make his boyfriend
             whimper and hide his face in his non dominant hand.

                                   "S-sto-"

Watching Henry cock his hand back and bring it down on his face had him seeing
   stars, head laying back as he stared at the ceiling. Licking his lips he
         smirked, glancing at Patrick to know he was feeling the same.

                              "Shut the fuck up"

 Patrick wished he were the one being treated like that, although he was more
 focused on fucking Bill's soft hand which was tightening around his cock. He
       finally came, his cum covering the blond's collarbone and chest.

  Henry ran his tongue over his bare teeth as he let his boyfriends legs lay
against the bed. He knelt down and lapped Patrick's warm jizz off his rabbit's
                              pale smooth skin.

The youngest's breath hitched as he felt that poison tongue drift over his skin
 and lips suck the salty liquid off him. He looked down to see Henry smirking,
                           licking his bared teeth.

                     "Little rabbit here is mine forever"

  Patrick wished he were the one to be Henry's, especially if it was forever.

 Bill recognized the slightly angry expression on the curly haired boys face.
Jealousy. Quickly he squirmed and resisted against his boyfriend in attempt to
           get away from the psycho who probably wanted to kill him.

He began crying as his wrists were restrained in Henry's leather belt. When the
  knife came into sight he froze. Not in front of Patrick, this will kill me.

   Henry's free hand held his jaw so he couldn't move and ran the knife from
           behind the blond's ear all the way to his right hip bone.

                        Now shit's getting interesting.

A thin red line ran up Bill's body, and it made him hard again. His small dick
  stood for attention as he tried to hide his face against his arm in shame.

                                     ----

 "I want him more than you ever will" Patrick growled, glancing back at Henry.

Anger and jealousy bubbled deep in his gut so he swung a hard punch at Patrick.
      The chubby boy grinned and pounced at him, unfazed from being hit.

                                      ---

 Both bullies lapped blood off Bill's body. Henry was too lost in tasting the
     scarlet liquid while Patrick trailed his tongue up the rabbit's torso

 Henry was letting himself wander downwards, slowly shifting his body till he
 was between Bill's slender legs. Grabbing the small dick in front of him, he
       began stroking upwards and swirling his tongue around the head.

This had Bill's body tensing, arching and squirming all at once. He moaned out
                                 Henry's name.

 Patrick however was lapping the warm liquid from Bill's chest, slowly working
     his way up. He grabbed the blond's throat and pulled away, grinning.

"I won't kill you. But he definitely will" Patrick stated, his eyes lidded and
                 his smile stretching across his face lazily.

                                      ---

It was the next day, Bill was waking up. His body was tangled in Henry's limbs.


                      He looks so peaceful in his sleep.

   Managing to get his hand free, Bill gently cupped his boyfriends face and
                            studied his features.

                  A little tan..pointy nose. Beautiful lips..

 Henry woke to soft hands on his face and a blushing Bill peering at him with
                           pink ghosting his cheeks.

                                 "Stare much?"

    "Y-your m-mouth is shut..w-when you sleep..s-so I..can e-enjoy y-you"

Henry's hand gently slapped the blond's cheek in warning. But still, he smiled.
 More of a smirk to be honest. He pressed two fingers over the long cut on his
      boyfriend's body and spread his fingers, opening the wound quickly.

 Screaming, Bill tried to swat his boyfriend's hand away: but to no avail. His
  wrists were pinned above his head in one large hand and as the squished and
         prodded at the cut, following the line with his fingertips.

                               Please, please..

                                   Not again

                                    More..

    His breath hitched as a sensitive bruise on his hip bone was poked at.

Henry was in heaven hearing the blond cry out and beg him to stop, but it only
                         made him want to do it more.

Fisting a handful of Bill's hair he tugged back, baring his throat so he had to
                         uncomfortably arch his back.

                               "Shut up, bitch"

"P-please, H-Henry..I j-just want to...to be with y-you.." The younger replied,
          squirming and wincing as his boyfriend tightened his grip.

                      "Then shut up and be a good bitch"

  Bill was thrown to the floor and he quickly scooted backwards. The greaser
  strode over, fists clenched and at his sides as his broad shoulders lifted
slightly to intimidate. The blond flinched away as Henry cocked his fist back.

                                 "P-please..!"

A hard, bony fist came down on his face, reopening the cut on his cheekbone. He
                 could almost already feel the bruise forming.

 As he yelped and attempted to get out of Henry's reach he got to his feet and
started towards the door. Although his boyfriend was much quicker, slamming his
             hand against the door and grinning down at his toy.

    "Stop pretending you skank" he spat, turning and stepping towards Bill.

           "We both know you like it. This is why you're fucking me"

                       Bill began to cry and turn away.

 He hated that he liked it so much. He just wished he weren't the only one ill
  in the head and he could be treated right. Maybe he'd have hope if he were
               paired with someone seemingly not worse for him.

 He was quickly maneuvered swiftly so his back was against the wall and Henry
            was crowding against him, staring into his blue eyes.

   "You like my attention, doll. I love you...you don't have to pretend" he
            whispered, hooking a finger under his boyfriend's chin.

 As he peered into Henry's eyes he relaxed slightly. Maybe he wouldn't hurt me
                     too bad, I mean he said he loved me.

  As they began to make out and press close together in desperation for each
   other Bill felt a large hand grope and squeeze on his inner thigh. Where
                       Henry's name is carved into me..

  Wincing as it was pinched and poked at, he weakly pushed at his boyfriend's
 chest to part their kiss. Henry's eyes were already roaming his body, making
                        him blush and turn away shyly.

             "Oh no, princess...we're going to have lots of fun"

 It was degrading to be beneath Henry. The boy who harassed and assaulted his
    friends. I used to be so protective and strong for them...now I'm this.

He couldn't pry his eyes away as Henry kicked and punched new bruises into his
pale body. Once the knife came out he hid his face in his hands. His boyfriend
           always looked the scariest with his switchblade in hand.

 He'd cut into his arms and thighs for weeks, Bill made sure to never let them
           see the light of day. Long sleeves and jeans were a must.

 But he could never properly hide the bruises and scrapes poking out from his
 collar and sleeves. Or if he reached for something taller than him or jumped
                         and his shirt was pulled up.

                  Henry loved to put him through the torment.


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