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“William wants to see you,” your co-worker whispered into your ear as they wheeled past you on their rollerblades, pizza tray in hand. You groaned, rolling your eyes in frustration and your co-worker looked back at you a final time with a sympathetic look. Your performance at work lately had been far less than exceptional and with one of your two bosses, Henry, away on vacation the only person left behind to oversee the restaurant was William Afton and he never bothered trying to hide his condescending nature. Your hands had been incredibly shaky lately due to stress at home and you kept dropping things, something that Henry had grown used to, but every time you broke an item in the pizzeria more and more money was taken out of your pay checks to replace them and you were suspecting that the owners were both starting to get sick of the constant shattering sounds.
You had dropped a stack of plates yesterday while returning them to the kitchen and you turned around to see William stopped by the doorway, frozen in mid-walk as he had just been passing by. He looked at you with his judgemental eyes, cold silver that stabbed at you like a knife through the grimy yellowed lights of the pizzeria. You were probably about to be fired. Henry was usually more lenient and forgiving with you, he was kind and understanding yet William always seemed to be watching you closely like a hawk stalking his prey, like he was waiting for the moment you messed up so he could trap you in his talons.
You stared up at his looming office door that had an old, peeling sticker with his name scrawled across it on the window. You could barely see the faint glow of his desk lamp through the thick glass and you swallowed thickly, already considering backup jobs you could apply for. You raised a shaky hand up to tap on the window and the solid bands rang like bells in your ears.
“Come in,” came the voice from inside, low and disinterested, his British accent making him even more of an outcast from the rest of the people here. He was like a hermit, hidden away in his office away from sight. You opened the door with a loud creak and walked in slowly. You could see him sat there, his terrible posture making him slump over his desk like a vulture. His slender, skeletal frame made him look like a dying tree, his pale skin looked like it had been untouched by sun for years. His heavy bags weighed his eyes down, which stayed firmly focused on the paper work his slender fingers were working away at.
“Shut the door behind you,” he ordered and you did so as politely as you could. You walked towards his desk cautiously and waited for him to acknowledge you. William continued to stare down at his papers, refusing to even spare you a glance.
“What was it you wanted to speak to me about?” you asked. He just ignored you, the only sound between you both was his concentrated breathing coming in and out of his slim nose. Your patience only went so far and you couldn't suppress the irritation building up inside of you for much longer.
“Excuse me, I'm standing right here! If you're going to fire me can you just get it over with?” you were practically begging for this interaction to be over already. It was almost like he was dragging this out as long as he could, as if he loved to make you squirm.
“You've got a bit of an attitude, haven't you?” he asked smugly, his mouth upturning into a sinister grin, one that gave you a good look at his off-white teeth that were yellowing along with his nails from years of smoking and coffee drinking “Is that the type of attitude I should be expecting from my employees?”
You shrugged your shoulders slightly “Henry was the one that hired me, actually,”
William chuckled under his breath “I bet you don't talk to him this way, do you, love?”
You outwardly grimaced at the pet name even though deep down you really didn't mind. It was your dark little secret. William was someone who was filthy, perverted and most people didn't find him alluring in the slightest yet you for some reason found yourself welcoming his presence the same way a body welcomed a parasite; unaware of the impending danger and with open arms. This wasn't something you would ever catch yourself admitting to, though, because he made you sick as well.
“I see you staring at me,” you commented “Lurking in the doorways, I bet you were just waiting for the moment I fucked something up,”
You were just speaking your mind at this point, it wasn't like you had much left to lose anyway. This place was a shithole, if you were to be fired you wouldn't miss it. Though, it would be hard to find another employer as kind-hearted as Henry. William was sadly just a part of the package.
He laughed at you condescendingly. His laugh was rough and gravely like it was putting strain on his lungs yet it was still hearty. It was as if someone had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard and it made you angry.
“You think I just like to target random employees, then?” William asked “Is that the kind of man you think I am?”
It was a rhetorical question, of course. You had no idea what was ever going through this man's head. He was like a fox, swift and cunning and nobody ever knew what his next move was going to be. He danced through life as if he was already ten steps ahead of everyone and they just had to sit back and watch as he did so.
“I'm not planning on firing you,” he finally reassured you. You felt your own breath forcibly escape from your lungs, his words hitting you like the best punch you had ever received. You struggled to catch your breath back at first so you waited until you composed yourself properly before speaking.
“What did you call me in here for, then?”
William finally looked up at you, his icy gaze meeting your own and freezing you into place. There wasn't anything about him that was conventionally handsome but you still stood completely gobsmacked.
Sometimes you couldn't tell if you were repulsed by him or attracted to him. The two lines seemed to blur against each other in your mind.
“I wanted to show you something actually-” he began, pulling something metallic out of his drawer “-It's for you,”
He reached across the desk to give it to you and you took it delicately in your hands. It was some sort of brace, like a metal skeleton's hand that slipped onto your wrist almost too perfectly. It was like your hand had been made for the brace, not the other way around.
“You made this?” you asked, putting it on and strapping it to your skin. Your hand stopped shaking as soon as you put it on. It was actually extremely thoughtful, despite the eery fact that it had been somehow tailored to your exact size.
William's eyes didn't change colour, there was no warmth in them even when he smiled up at you.
“Now you can stop breaking things in my restaurant,”
You shuffled in your spot.
“Why would you go through all of this trouble for me? It would have been easier for you to just fire me...”
The man got up from his spot behind his desk, his old bones cracking as he elongated his body with a stretch. He was so much taller than you like this and you suddenly felt very small. He circled around you, grabbing your hand that wore the brace with his bony fingers and tracing his bitten down fingernails over the screws.
“I wouldn't be able to look at you ever again if I did that,” you could feel his hot breath on your ear. He smelled like stale smoke. When was the last time he washed his shirt? You felt the coldness of his wedding ring against your skin.
“Are you flirting with me?” you joked, pulling your hand away and spinning on your heel to face him and he caught your chin with that very same hand.
He gripped your chin softly, reaching his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. Then he broke the contact just as quickly as he had initiated it, walking to the coat rack to grab his coat.
“Why don't you come for a walk with me?” he asked, the words seeping through his teeth like black tar. You thought about it for a moment. You could just say no, finish your shift for the day and go home. You could come into work the next day and pretend none of this ever happened but his words pulled you in like a lasso, wrapping around you and luring you in. He really was a parasite. You nodded and went to retrieve your own coat from the staff room, dipping out of the pizzeria, dodging your co-workers so you could meet your boss in the parking lot.
He was grinning at you again, with a cigarette sat between his thin lips. He blew a puff of smoke in your direction and you wafted it away from your face. The smell clung to your clothes.
You both walked side by side down the street in silence while William finished off his cigarette and you played with your brace. He eventually flicked his cigarette onto the floor, stomping the flame out with his boot and turned to you.
“Tell me honestly; what do you think about me?” he inquired all of a sudden, his eyes widening almost maniacally in anticipation.
You cleared your throat briefly, caught off guard by the sudden conversation.
“I think you're strange,” you began “Nobody at work can seem to figure you out,”
He chuckled “But what about you? What do you think?”
“I don't understand you,”
Before you realised what was going on, William had you pressed up against a hard concrete wall with one of his hands placed firmly against the side of your head. His facial expression was one you only ever imagined you'd see on an escaped lunatic, someone who should be locked away forever. His ghostly pupils were small against his wide, white eyes and he was smiling so wide you were worried he would tear skin.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, scanning your face for any hint of fear.
“No,” you shook your head and grabbed his tie through the opening in his coat, pulling him closer to your face “You're a creep,”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
He still asked even after you called him a creep, and you still said:
“Yes,” in a low whisper, pulling on his tie roughly so his face touched yours. You found yourself inwardly apologising to his wife, wherever in that world she might have been as you tasted coffee and tobacco on William's tongue.
He explored your mouth aggressively, nearly making you choke before breaking the kiss with a pop. You both chased each other into a nearby alley, discarding your coats onto the wet, muddy concrete when he had you up against a wall again, running his cold hands up and down the front of your work shirt. You snaked your hands under his shirt where you could feel his ribs, two pairs of ladders that lead up to his chest where you rested your palms. You could feel the bumps of scar tissue on your fingertips. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he explored every inch of your body, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. You dug your nails into his chest at the sudden jolt of pain and William groaned above you.
He began unbuttoning the front of your shirt and groped at your now bare chest, catching your nipples between his fingers and playing with them. You squirmed beneath him and wrapped your arms around his torso in an attempt to pull him closer. You could feel him hard against your body and pleasure rocketed through you with each twist of his fingertips.
You didn't even have to look him in the eyes to know that they were like steel right now and it drove you crazy. You threw your head back just barely missing the concrete behind you and placed your hands on William's hips to steady yourself.
He eventually stepped back giving your nipples one last squeeze. Now that his warmth was gone you realised just how cold it actually was out here, the wind blew against your skin and made you shiver. Part of you had forgotten you were both actually outside for a moment and now that you didn't have William acting as a shield you felt exposed. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest as you watched the man move around in the dark a short distance ahead of you, only his teeth being illuminated by what little light had seeped in from the street.
“Show me how well that brace works,” his mouth moved slowly and you swallowed the air you were holding in your mouth, stepping towards him then dropping to your knees. He seemed happy, looking down at you like that as you unbuckled his belt and pants. You hurriedly freed his cock, your one hand that neglected a brace was shaking terribly. You grabbed his base with the one that was laced with cold, hard metal and leather and William nodded, a hum rumbled from the back of his throat.
“That's good, love,” he breathed shakily “Do what you want,”
You held his dick firmly still so he couldn't jut out and leaned forward, lapping your tongue around the head that was peeking through your fist.
He couldn't move very far and so you continued painfully teasing, eliciting throaty gasps and murmurs from him with every rapid flick of your tongue.
“Haah...Christ, love,” he panted “I knew it would fit you perfectly,”
You could tell that knowledge alone turned him on, the way he'd successfully crafted something just for you just by looking at the shape of your wrists from afar. It would've been sweet if it was anyone else. You tightened your grip, leaving enough room for you to put the head of his cock between your lips and suck on it gently.
Half of his body was slumped over, his back rising and falling heavily, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was biting his bottom lip so hard now he was drawing blood and it had began slowly trickling down his chin. You had to admit you were enjoying this little bit of control you had, but the sight of blood was enough to make you nauseous and you loosened your grip on him so he'd stop biting himself.
“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, concerned for him. His eyes shot open and he wiped the blood that was streaming from his lip with the back of his hand, smearing some of it onto his white sleeve with a hungry groan.
“I want you to pull my hair while we fuck,”
Wow...this guy really was a freak. Though you weren't opposed to the idea.
“If you're sure that's what you want,” you nodded and you were up against the concrete wall again, this time with your pants and underwear haphazardly discarded into a nearby puddle. Great, now you were going to have to travel home in soaked pants.
You wrapped your legs around William's waist, your body now pressed flush against the wall as he leaned into you, holding you up with one hand as the other crept between you both. He brought two fingers down to tease your clit, earning a few soft moans from you. You arched your body against him in an attempt to gain more friction, but he held you still, pressing against your nerves with the amount of vigour you'd expect from a married man.
You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach when you thought about that, but it was quickly stomped down by the sensation of William bottoming out inside of you. Your jaw dropped open in surprise, a gasp trapped in the back of your throat that only escaped in the form of shaken breaths. William did the opposite, letting a long, drawn-out moan tickle your eardrums.
“Be quiet,” you hushed him, worried he'd draw attention to you both. Part of his hair had fallen over his face which was red and visibly sweaty now that you could see him up close. He looked too different like this. This wasn't the William you knew. Being this way with him felt like a sin to you.
“Don't tell me what to do,” he demanded. Before you could hurl another retort his way he started to move his hips painfully slow, easing in and out of you, stretching you open to accommodate his length.
You closed your eyes momentarily as you allowed him to swallow you whole, take in every essence of you like he was devouring your very soul. You knew when you opened your eyes again you'd be met with his own, staring right through you, and you tightened around him excitedly when your expectations were right. He looked through you as if you were glass, but held your body up like a painting that was about to be nailed roughly to a wall.
His tongue slithered it's way into your mouth, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss that held no romance behind it. He just wanted to taste you, like you were an expensive food item he had been saving up for months to take a bite out of. Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouths and dried up just as quickly in the oppressively chilly night, leaving a sticky line which trailed from your lips to your chin. William broke the kiss, still fucking you painfully slowly, his revenge, and you couldn't bear it any longer. You wanted him to make a mess out of you.
“Faster,” you begged, rolling your head to the side with a frustrated moan “...I need more,”
He just laughed at you, continuing at that horrendous pace. You could hear the sound of him squelching inside of you and your face went bright red.
You figured talking wasn't going to get you anywhere, so you threw your hand up and grabbed a clump of hair by William's forehead, clutching it tightly between your metal-lined fingers and pulling. The man lurched forward and shuddered inside of you with a short, blissful cry. He looked pleased and you were rewarded sweetly when he finally began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of you animalistically as he spat expletives through his teeth.
Your death-grip on his hair remained as you were pushed further up the wall with every boom of pleasure that was hammered up into you.
“Will...” you whined out, wrapping your legs as tightly as you could around his waist, fearing he might drop you onto the hard floor beneath. When you moaned his name out, his eyes snapped to yours.
“Again,” he demanded through heaving breaths. You tugged on his hair a second time, pulling his head closer so his lips were almost touching yours in a distant kiss.
“William-” you whispered into his mouth “Will, please-” the octave rose at the end of your second sentence when he came inside of you, leaving you behind with his orgasm. You assumed he was done with you but was pleasantly surprised when he pulled out of you wetly, quickly replacing his length with his long, slender fingers inside of you.
“Fucking hell, William,” you gasped when his fingers curled inwards like a villain's would, continuously stroking away at your sweet spot, luring out your incoming orgasm as his own cum spilled out of you and trickled down the back of his hand.
You let go of his hair and he regained some composure, placing his lips against yours and swallowing your orgasm. Your hips jolted forwards when you came, William's hand now completely soaked with the evidence of his affair.
You both stood there for a while, your foreheads placed against each other's as you caught your breath back, having had it completely knocked out of you. He was still smiling when he retrieved his fingers from you, wiping them on his shirt and fixing his clothes before grabbing your mud covered pants from the floor.
“You might want to wash these when you get home,” he grinned, handing them to you with gentlemanly grace despite having just cheated on his wife with you. Cum was still dripping down the inside of your thigh when you put them on. You felt cold and gross.
“Did you not bring any tissues?” you asked and William looked over at you like you were crazy.
“Why? Was I supposed to?” he responded with another question and you dug your fingers into your own work shirt frustratedly, walking towards your discarded coat and throwing it over your shoulders.
“Nevermind,” you dismissed him with a wave of your hand and looked around the alley to double-check you hadn't dropped anything else.
“Do you want me to drive you home?” William lit himself another cigarette and took a sharp inhale from it, the nicotine invading his system to aid his come-down.
“Sure,” you shrugged, not aware that he was about to memorize your address.
You headed back to the pizzeria's car park together and fell into that smokey car. William drove you home in silence, the window half-rolled down so he could flick the ash from his cigarette out onto the rapidly passing road.
The car was pulling into the driveway after what felt like minutes, even though you lived half an hour away.
“Here we are,” the man in the driver's seat announced “Which apartment is it?” he then asked, looking up through the car window at the towering apartment complex above him.
You told him the number absent-mindedly, your mind still a daze. Upon realising he wasn't making a move to escort you to your home you began unbuckling your belt and opened the car door. A bony hand reached out to touch your arm.
“Take care of that gift,” he said, looking at your hand. You hadn't even realised you were still wearing it.
“I will,” you nodded “If I can see you again,”
You weren't even sure why you added a condition on the end, but William smirked anyway.
“Oh, you will,” he chuckled. You swallowed hard, then got up from the car seat, shutting the door behind you without another word. When you reached the entrance to your apartment complex and turned around, he was still smiling at you, the headlights of his car almost blinding you. You thought about what you had gotten yourself into as you entered your home that night, hopping into the shower as soon as you got in. You reminded yourself to bring tissues to his office next time.