Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

Don't lie. You want it as much as I do.

The night had approached quickly as he drove to the abandoned warehouse, the sun setting and casting eerie shadows along the empty roads and structures along the way. The blond had a one-track mind, listening to the beast speak inside his own head as it praised him for the catch - the best one yet in fact. Obtaining the third closest companion to the young girl; he'd be a perfect addition and lead them straight to her under the guise of a friend - a protector - before snatching her away and bringing her back to It.

The camaro pulls into the dirty-coated lot, and Billy climbs out almost robotically as he makes his way to the trunk, unlocking the small compartment and looking down upon the sleeping beauty inside. A deepened bruise already formed around his eye and blood crusted underneath his nose; it was a shame he had to hurt the doe-eyed boy so badly, but he had put up a decent fight in the showers ... wouldn't have gone down without one and certain things had to be done to obtain one's goal. In the end, it would be worth it.

Carrying the petite male into the building, Billy could only think about how this would go ... if what happened to him would be the same fate that befell the boy. He supposed it wouldn't matter, as long as he pleased It. As he walks deeper into the building, he can hear It stir from slumber. 'It's time,' he thinks to himself as he sets M/N down on the hardened concrete, and the beast growls its approval. The H/C must have heard such a noise and startled awake, his E/C hues wide as he began to struggle in his binds. The rope had to have been rubbing his skin raw with how much he was squirming to break the restraints. Another growl arose and Billy was quick to react, grabbing the boy's shoulders and slammed him into the concrete underneath. M/N whimpers, his gaze staring into a reflective, icy blue.

Slowly, the taller male pulls back the duct tape sealing the H/C's mouth closed. A spit of curses fly from those pink lips, crude and harsh language meeting Billy's ears as well as the creature's who sat in the darkened depths of the warehouse. A large hand slaps over M/N's mouth, silencing him forcefully, "Quiet, brat-" comes the distorted voice and another whine leaves the king's throat. This ... wasn't Billy. The realization hit him like a tsunami and he could feel himself tearing up in a panic. The blank expression twists into a demented smile and a dark chuckle emits from the blond, "Not so strong now, huh? I expected such from you, but you're more useful than you think," Billy removed his hand and stood to walk away, but the Flayer makes him freeze. It begins to speak and Billy is shocked by what it says.

'You've done well, human. I'm pleased ... very pleased,' It says and Billy glows with pride under the praise. It wasn't often he was complimented, especially from an inter-dimensional monster, but he'd take what he could get at this point. He preens and the smile seems to be more gentle now as he had some control over his own body. Then It speaks more and Billy feels the flush that crawls over his cheeks, 'I've seen into your mind, human. Every inch of it ... I know what this one means to you, and I must say, I find it amusing that you humans have such primal wants. I can even feel it...'

Images flashed into the blond's head of M/N in provocative ways. The H/C squirming under Billy's bulk as he moaned and mewled for more, his back arched and mouth open with a choked cry leaving kiss-bruised lips. Another of his body pressed flushed to the wall of his own home, as Billy gripped slim hips tightly and pounded into his tight heat like an animal in the midst of a rut. Even one where they laid cuddled together in a rundown bed, basking in the afterglow as M/N slept comfortably against his chest.

It caused Billy to stumble, his eyes wide and pupils blown wide as arousal began to settle lowly in his gut. He hears the echoes of a laugh ring in his head and the Flayer rumbles its amused reply, 'So easy,' It says and Billy looks around wildly for the beast. How ... How did it know those things? He had locked those thoughts away so even he wouldn't think of them anymore, especially after what his father had said ... called him those names.