There's more to life than Boys

by MultiverseFantasy

Summary:

Max and Eleven are hanging out and having a sleepover, which turns alarmingly intimate.

Chapter 1

“Is Mike a good kisser?” Max teased.

Eleven recoiled uncomfortably. “I don’t know” she replied innocently. “He’s my first boyfriend.”

“Ex boyfriend” Max corrected. She saw the downcast look on her face and assured her “hey, don’t worry about it, ok? He’ll come crawling back to you in no time begging for forgiveness.” Eleven smiled, breaking into a giggle as Max continued to make fun of how they must be wallowing in self pity. When she finished she was glad to see her friend laughing again. “In the meantime, I say you and I spend some girl time together.”

“Girl time?”

“You know, hang out without any boys” she explained.

Eleven furrowed her brow a little. “Like shopping?” She asked, making sure if what they just did today qualified because none of the boys were around all day.

Max shrugged. “Yes, shopping counts. But also…we just hang out without boys and talk.”

“Talk about what?”

She shrugged again. She’d gotten used to Elevens endless questions, which was expected when you grow up in a lab she guessed, and was starting to find her naïve innocence adorable. “Whatever we want” she said, sitting crossed legged on the bed in front of Eleven shifting through the magazines she brought with her. “For example” she said, showing her one of the double pages of a boy band. “Which of these five is the hottest?” She asked her.

Eleven looked at the picture and their strange hairdos and clothes in befuddlement. “Hottest?”

“Most good looking” she clarified.

She kept the confused look as she nodded and took the magazine to examine them closer. Max waited over a minute before confirming she wasn’t going to get and answer other than more confused stares. “Okay, try something else. How about we take turns asking questions, that way we have something to talk about. You start.”

Eleven nodded, ponding for a few seconds before curiously asking “is Lucas a good kisser?”

“Wow” Max laughed, shocked at the audacity her friend leapt into that. Eleven giggled too, staring at the freckled teenager until she nervously replied “I guess he’s alright. To be honest, he’s kind of my first boyfriend too.”

“Really?” Eleven said in surprise.

“Really” she nodded, slightly embarrassed. “Growing up and moving around didn’t leave much room for boys, so… yeah. First boyfriend.”

“Ex boyfriend” Eleven added.

They chuckled again, bonding a little since they were in the same boat. “Okay, my turn” Max declared, picking up one of the magazines again. “Yes or no. Does this haircut look good?” She asked, pointing to another page.

Eleven barely glanced at it before recoiling. “No” she answered. Max agreed, simply wanting validation of her opinion. “My turn?” She asked, waiting for Max to nod before asking “how do you know if you’re a good kisser?”

It took Max a moment to think about that one. It was a curious question. “I guess you’d compare how much you enjoy it when boys kiss you?” She offered.

“No, I mean…” she pointed at herself, indicating Max had misheard her. “How would I know, if I’m good?”

“Oh. Well…I don’t know” she admitted. “You could ask Mike the next time you kiss him. If he’s smart he’ll say yes, that you’re amazing.”

“What if he lies?”

Max tilted her head, wondering why she was so worried. “Has Mike said something about..?”

“No” she assured her, her cheeks flushing red rather awkwardly. “Just…never mind” she said, averting her gaze.

Max shuffled closer, pulling her face back to her telling her “I’m sure you’re a great kisser. I mean, if Mike keeps wanting to kiss you then you must be, right?”

“Right” she agreed, though her voice gave away how unconvinced she was.

Max sighed, tapping her knee trying to think of something to cheer her up. Or better, reassure her. A spontaneous idea came to her and she jumped on it before she had a chance to talk her way out of it. “I know. Why don’t you kiss me and then I can tell you if you’re a good kisser?”

Eleven blinked as she stared at the red-haired girl, her expression turning to shock and confusion. “You want me to kiss you?”

“Sure” she shrugged. “In fact, if we kiss each other, we can both determine if we’re any good. You can tell me if I’m a good kisser and I can tell you. That way we’ll know.”

Eleven furrowed her brow again. “Do girls kiss each other?” She asked.

“I’m sure they do” she replied. “I mean, it can’t be that weird. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Eleven wasn’t entirely convinced, but the suggestion had her curious though very nervous. But Max’s confidence was infectious and she shuffled closer on the bed till their knees were touching and their faces drawing closer. They looked at each other nervously and gulped. Max suddenly started to feel the same nerves, but she stayed calm for her friend. It won’t be weird she told herself, awkwardly leaning in to peck Eleven on the lips.

Eleven instinctively recoiled at first, her gut tightening as she turned red. She felt Max’s lips brush hers and she momentarily panicked. But she didn’t run away or freak out, which was good. They locked eyes on each other and took another breath before Eleven nervously leaned forward and did the same for Max.

“Okay. That wasn’t bad” Max breathed, staring at Eleven who was mirroring her as they licked their lips. It wasn’t quite the kiss that told them anything. It was too quick. “Maybe we need to try…”

“Again?” Eleven finished. Max hesitantly nodded.

This time they both leaned in together, both girls closing their eyes and their mouths came together and awkwardly connected. At first they just held them their. But then one of them moving closer to start the kiss. Then the other moved with her. And soon both girls were kissing experimentally. It was more fumbling and sloppy, but after half a minute they kept going and it got better, deeper, their mouths moving as one. Eleven’s hands fell onto Max’s knees and Max took hold of her shoulders. They made out until the warm exhale from their noses snapped their eyes open, their faces pulling apart ending it abruptly.

“Wow” Max inhaled, surprised at how long they held it for. Eleven was stunned too, staring down at her hand as she rubbed her bottom lip as if they’d transferred spit. Max pressed her lips together, feeling something fluttering in her belly as she looked back at Eleven. “That was…you’re a good kisser El” she told her, thinking it was probably better than any kiss Lucas gave her.

Eleven smiled briefly, blushing as she replied “you’re a good kisser too.” Max smiled back, the awkwardness rising between them. After a moment Eleven asked “what happens now?”

“I don’t know” she confessed, still staring at Eleven, her hands still on her bare arms, her belly still fluttering. She couldn’t explain why but she wanted to kiss her again.

Eleven seemed to feel the same as she reached out and cupped Max’s cheeks, leaning forward to kiss the girl on the mouth again. Max immediately closed her eyes and let her, her hands stroking her arms as she kissed her back.

The two girls made out for a long while, their lips pressing and moving together becoming more passionate. They kissed as if they were kissing their boyfriends, only without forgetting who they were kissing. Except the kiss went deeper than when they were with Mike or Lucas, their mouths opening and their tongues suddenly connecting. Eleven briefly froze a moment when this happened, but Max took the lead and began licking inside her mouth swirling her tongue around. Eleven mirrored her and soon they were panting heavily as the kiss consumed them. Their hands caressed their hair and necks and shoulders and waist and legs as they rocked and pressed together, their bodies lifting up as they seemed to take off. It was Eleven who fell atop of Max when they collapsed to the mattress, her head pushed gain at the pillow as Eleven climbed over her to kiss her more heavily. She moaned into it, her knees coming up, her socks brushing against Eleven’s calf as the girl stroked her cheek to swirl her tongue around inside her mouth.

It took Max’s knee brushing underneath her dress for Eleven’s eyes to snap open and release the girl. Once she did the spell seemed to break and both girls were left panting and staring at each other, butterflies in their stomach and their hearts raced. Without speaking they both seemed to asking the same question: what are we doing? What does this mean? Max looked at Eleven and knew she should push her off, yet she didn’t. Eleven looked at Max and knew she should climb off her, but she didn’t. They both stared at each other and knew they should stop, yet the leaned back in nevertheless.

Before their lips could connect again they both froze upon hearing the rattling of a loud engine approaching. Eleven’s eyes widened as her head turned to the door, Max shooting up from the bed in a panic as they heard the truck pull up and the engine cut off.

***

Still mad that he got stood up, Hopper came storming into his house smelling off booze. The first thing he noticed was Eleven’s door closed. Son of a… he thought as he immediately marched towards it raising his voice. “Hey, I said three inches!” He bellowed as he barged into her room.

He came to a surprised stop when he found Eleven on the floor reading a magazine alongside Max, both the girls looking up in shock. Except Max was a little more composed than Hopper when she snapped “jeez, have you heard of knocking?”

“Yeah, jeez” Eleven echoed.

Hopper stared at the two of them. He wasn’t expecting this situation. “Sorry, I thought…Um…” he stammered.

“Mike isn’t here” Max told him, making an educated guess.

“Max wanted a sleepover” Eleven explained innocently. “Is that okay?”

He blinked, looking at the both, still tipsy from the amount of scotch he had to drink. “Err…yeah, that’s fine. That’s cool. You good with the sofa?” He asked the red haired girl. She nodded instantly, which a sober Hopper might’ve noticed as too quickly. He might’ve noticed the shifty glances between the girls and the uncomfortable vibe in the room. “Okay then” oblivious drunk Hopper said as he took the door handle and awkwardly pulled it closed, bidding them a good evening.

Once the door was shut he leant against the door frame. Well that was uncomfortable he groaned internally. But at least Mike isn’t here he smiled, pouring another drink, throwing a meal into the microwave and kicking off his shoes as he slumped down into his recliner. I don’t have to worry about Eleven getting up to anything with a girl.

Chapter 2

Summary:

During their search for Billy, Max and Eleven are confronted by the attraction that seems to be growing between them.

Notes:

I wasn’t going to expand on this. But someone suggested it and the idea came to me, so here we are.

The two of them hurried through the door out of the rain, their coats soaking wet. Despite their search for Billy being a success and no harm had been done to Hannah it seemed, both Max and Eleven remained unconvinced.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m…relieved they’re both okay” Max was saying, removing her hood as she kicked her shoes off in the hallway. Eleven did the same, following her friends lead as it was her house they were in now. Max interrupted her own progress of taking off her coat to turn back to her. “It’s just…just tell me you’re sure about what you saw.”

“I’m sure” she insisted. She saw Billy through her powers and she sensed Hannah was in danger.

Max believed her. She knew El wouldn’t lie. It just doesn’t make sense. When they saw they they seemed fine. And yet something seemed off. She sighed. Maybe she was just overreacting over nothing. She did have something else on her mind right now. “So…are we going to talk about it?” She asked.

“Billy?” El asked.

Max shook her head. “No. The…the other thing. What happened out there earlier?”

Eleven gulped, averting her eyes down blushing a little. She hoped Max would’ve forgotten about what happened.

Though thinking about it, it wasn’t Eleven’s fault. When they were out in the rain, before they found Billy at Hannah’s house, they pulled over on their bicycle because Max was beginning to freak out. She was worried. Worried about her step-brother, worried he might’ve done something to Hannah, worried what they might find. Eleven did her best to reassure her, even though she was worried too. She caught her by the arms as she paced through the rain, the water running over their hoods nearly obscuring their sight. It forced Eleven to move closer so she could lock eyes with Max. “We’ll find them” she promised, squeezing Max’s hands reassuringly. “It’ll be alright.”

Max met her gaze, finding the strength to slow her breathing and calm down. She was grateful Eleven was with her. So much so she impulsively leaned in and kissed Eleven on the lips. Eleven blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as Max immediately pulled away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry” she stammered. “I couldn’t help it. I…”

Eleven suddenly leaned in and kissed her back, following a similar impulse. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, last night was.

Max froze when Eleven kissed her. She wasn’t expecting it. She wasn’t expecting to kiss her. She thought what happened last night was a one off. They certainly forgot all about it when Eleven did her little party trick to distract the pair of them from their kiss and near miss with Hopper. They couldn’t afford to think about it now either. Not with her brother out there. So when Eleven pulled away hesitantly, stunned by her own actions as much as Max was, the red haired girl shook herself out of the shock suggesting they get back to the search. Eleven agreed, happy to try and forget her embarrassing show of affection.

Thinking about it now they were out of the rain, El turned back to Max. “You kissed me” she said.

“You kissed me back” she countered, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. El tried not to blush, uncomfortable under her friends gaze. Max blushed too, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “So…should we talk about it?” She asked nervously.

El fidgeted in the hallway, unable to meet her gaze. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. Talking about it might complicate things. She knew she was meant to be “broken up” with Mike, and Max on a break from Lucas, but they still cared for him. El knew Max was using the breakup to make a point, waiting for the boys to make things up. But their kiss, how quickly they fell into it last night and now, she was so confused. Does this mean they like like each other. “Mike” she whispered.

Max sighed, nodding. She was thinking of Lucas too. “I guess I was a bit of a mess earlier” she admitted. “Thanks for calming me down.”

“Friends” was all El needed to say.

Max smiled at her. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not like we we’re…I like you, but not…like that, you know” she said, feeling the need to specify that point.

Eleven nodded in agreement, relieved Max was the one to say it. “Should I go?” Eleven asked, still partly wanting to escape the uncomfortable conversation.

“No, it’ll be fine” she replied. “It’s just a sleepover. We did it once.” El nodded, happy to stay. Especially since Hopper isn’t going to be home tonight. “We should probably have a shower first though” Max suggested, looking at their wet clothes. El’s brow furrowed inquisitively. Max caught herself, clarifying “not together, I mean. We don’t need to share a shower or anything.”

“Share?” El asked in confusion. She wasn’t aware peopled could share a shower.

“Yeah, you know, like couples do?” Max explained awkwardly. She saw Eleven’s reaction and realized this was a new concept for the sheltered girl. “It’s a thing some people do when they’re…you know, boy friend and girlfriend?”

“You and Lucas?”

“Oh, god no!” She laughed. “No way. That’d be weird. And uncomfortable. Our shower is really small. If we were both in there we’d both be pressed against each other and…” she trailed off, sensing the subject going off topic.

Eleven couldn’t help it now as she looked at Max, her gaze glancing down to hall to where she gestured to the bathroom. Her imagination started picturing the shower, the small cubicle, her mind putting herself and Max in that cubicle together. Somewhere from her mind her imagination conjured the pair of them naked and kissing, their bodies pressed together as they made out, water running over their skin. Her heart began racing as she imagined it, feeling a tightening in her gut as she felt the same feeling she got when she first kissed Max last night. She closed her eyes and tried to chase it away, but it got more vivid and overtook her thoughts.

Max looked at Eleven as her expression seemed to change, her attention drifting off somewhere. Max wondered if she’d fallen into some kind of trance and took a step forward. Before she could snap her out of it she felt something pass across her body, making her gasp. It felt weird, but good weird, like a dozen hands brushing over her. She felt it again, gentle brushes making her inhale. She looked at El, who was panting a little under her breath too. Max felt it wash over her body again, stronger, making the girl moan as it brushed over more sensitive areas. She couldn’t be sure but she thought Eleven was doing this, her telekinetic powers manipulating her. She took a breath trying to ignore how good it felt, ignoring the thoughts that were circulating her mind as she approached her friend, reaching out to shake her by the shoulder. “El?” She called out.

Eleven snapped her eyes open, the fantasy of her and Max making out and fondling each other under the shower vanishing as she locked eyes with a concerned look. She looked around, relieved to still be in the hallway with their coats on. “Sorry” she squeaked.

“What was that?” Max asked, the sensations gone now. She looked at El, more sure now she was inadvertently doing this. “What were you thinking about?” She asked.

Eleven looked at her and turned red. “Shower” she confessed.

Max didn’t ask for details. She didn’t need to. “Me too” she replied, feeling butterflies in her stomach thinking about the images her own imagination had created. While eleven was imagining the two kissing, Max was picturing something much more passionate and intimate, the redhead cradling the young woman as her hands explored her naked body, their moans like music in their ears. Max had begun exploring pornography recently, and some of it was transcribing to her fantasies with the girl. She knew she shouldn’t, they both had boyfriends.

Ex boyfriends their minds seemed to remind them as their eyes locked onto each other, pupils dilating, attraction sparking between the pair.

The next thing they knew, they were throwing themselves at each other. Simultaneously, both Eleven and Max stepped forward and met with a kiss, their arms wrapping around each other. Max took hold of El’s face as she kissed her, pulling her close while Eleven’s hands missed her neck a few inches, landing on her chest. Max gasped when her palms pressed against her developing boobs, prompting her own hands to drifted lower to run over Eleven’s chest too. The girl moaned into the kiss, her body heating up with desire as they began to make out. They didn’t care they were soaking wet, only that they wanted to hold each other. Kiss each other. Feel each other. Their hands reached under coats, running up their backs or finding their way down to their bottoms, caressing their necks and chests. Eleven’s hand movements dislodged Max’s coat from her shoulders, following the curve down her arm until it got stuck.

Max was the first to break the kiss, coming up for air to glance at the front door. She thought she heard a car pulling up. It occurred to her they should move. Her mom would definitely kill her if she caught her kissing a girl. She grabbed Eleven by the wrists and led her to her bedroom, hurriedly rushing inside and shutting the door. As soon as she latched the lock she spun back and resumed making out with her friend, backing her into the bedroom.

Eleven tried to keep up with the girl as she got caught up in the moment. This was new to both of them so they just let their instincts do the talking. Max’s instincts told her she had to get these wet clothes off, they were getting in the way and she was cold. She let her coat drop from her arms at her feet before immediately whipping off her top, tossing it aside and continuing to kiss El. The girl stumbled a little seeing Max in her bra, her freckled skin now on display for her hands to brush over. She followed her lead and removed her coat, panting in anticipation as Max helped her with her dress. She lifted her arms so Max could pull her clothes over her head, leaving her in her underwear so Max could caress her pale skin. Someone’s hands undid Max’s pants, maybe Eleven or maybe not. Either way the jeans got stuck halfway down her knees leading to the pair tripping over their feet and falling to the floor just short of the bed.

They landed in a gasp and a giggle and Max landed on top of El, her body laying over hers. They paused their kiss to laugh and kick Max’s jeans away, leaving the half naked girls to get tangled up together and make out some more. Their kiss became steamy and passionate, more intimate that either had kissed a boy before. They could feel each other’s heartbeat against their chests as they pressed together, her hands and feet running up their legs and back. Max’s lips drifted from El’s mouth to her neck, sucking on her flesh making the curious young teen moan as she let the red haired teenager take over, letting the pleasure she was experiencing take over. She leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, her fingers curling dragging her nails over her shoulder blades. The strap of her bra got hooked, pulled down by accident as Eleven bit her lip, her legs wrapping around Max’s waist. Max panted as she grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking as she met her lips again, her hips swaying against El’s rubbing their groins together. She felt excited, nervous, aroused. She wanted to kiss her forever, take her clothes off and…

“Mike” Eleven muttered, the name escaping her mouth like a gasp. The word froze them both, breaking the spell. They stopped and looked at each other, suddenly realizing what they were doing. She didn’t same his name because he was thinking about him while she was making out with Max. She said it because she realized she didn’t want to do this with someone else. She wanted Mike. No matter how much she liked Max, she liked Mike.

Max realized the same about Lucas in that moment, her cheeks flushing bright red as she leapt off El’s body and gasped in shock. “What are we doing?” She asked mortified.

“I don’t know” El said, sitting up pulling her knees to her chest, red faced with embarrassment.

Max looked at her half naked body and quickly grabbed a shirt, feeling rather self conscious all of a sudden. Fortunately Eleven was used to being indecent in front of strangers. Once she pulled it back on she brushed the wet hair from her face and tried not to freak out. She was sure she wasn’t into girls, but this was the second time she and El had done this. Worse, they had gone further than she and Lucas had, further than El and Mike had gone. “Should we…I feel like we need to talk about this” she stammered.

“Yes” Eleven agreed. She was getting confused about her feelings, not sure what was right or wrong. She was told only boys and girls could be a couple. She didn’t know a girls could have feelings for girls. She wasn’t sure if she had feelings for Max. No, I like Mike. “Talk, but later” she suggested.

Max nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, later. Good idea” she agreed. She looked at their wet clothes and their soaking hair and returned to her original suggestion. “We should shower. Separately!” She added quickly. Eleven nodded, already rising to her feet. “You can go first. Towels are in the cupboard across the hall. Bathroom is on the left” she told her.

“Thanks” El whispered, hurrying out of the bedroom in her underwear so Max could collect their wet clothes and put them in the wash. She took their coats out into the hall and hung them up.

Once she saw Eleven step into the bathroom she slumped to the wall and sighed, kicking herself for…for whatever it was she was doing. “This is crazy. What is wrong with me?” She muttered under her breath. She shook her head and decided to put it out of her mind. She knew the smart thing was to cancel the sleepover, but she didn’t want to kick Eleven out in this rain. Hopefully things wouldn’t be too awkward, even as they share her bed for the night.

She crossed the hall to get some things while she heard the shower begin running. She crossed the bathroom door and noticed it was slightly open. Without meaning too she got a peek inside and saw Eleven removing the last of her clothing, her naked teenage body on display as she took a second to compose herself before stepping under the water. Max got a glimpse of her and immediately felt the butterflies in her stomach as her body began to tingle.

She shook her head and forced her legs to carry her back to her room. Okay, maybe she won’t be offended if one of us sleeps on the floor she thought in a panic.

Chapter 3

Summary:

The Mind Flayer has been destroyed, the portal between worlds closed. But much was lost in the aftermath and it’s up to everyone to pick up the pieces.
Max and Eleven come together to comfort earth other in their grief…

She found Eleven in Will’s room, which was almost completely empty now. The bed remained but the walls were bare and the rest of the furniture was gone. As a result Eleven was on the floor next to the bed, wearing Hopper’s coat when Max came in to look for her. She came over and took a seat beside her, looking at her cheeks glistening with tears. “Are you okay?” Max asked cautiously.

Eleven looked at her and passed the letter she found in Hopper’s jacket pocket. It was the speech he was rehearsing to set boundaries with her relationship with Mike. Even Max could hear the man’s voice on reading it. Eleven was in bits. “I miss him” she sobbed.

Max shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry El” she said, trying to stay supportive.

But El heard it. The tremble in her voice. She’d been hearing it a lot, especially from Joyce. She turned to her and could see the grief in her expression. “You miss Billy” she guessed.

Max scrunched up her eyes, suppressing the urge to break into tears like she’d been doing all day. Not even Lucas noticed. “He was an ass, but yeah” she admitted, looking at El finally letting her face show how distraught she was. “I didn’t think I’d miss him this much. What he did…he saved us in the end.”

“They both did” Eleven nodded. Tears started streaming from both of them now, the sobs overwhelming them. Now that they were alone together, neither one of them felt like they needed to pretend. They let all the grief out and wept side by side in the empty bedroom. For a moment they let themselves feel everything, their hands coming together interlocking their fingers. Somewhere in the moment their eyes met, the emotion overtaking all other senses.

They wouldn’t remember which of them kissed the other first. But it was Max who kicked the door closed as she rose to her knees to make out with the young brunette. Eleven rose with her, grabbing the redhead’s face kissing her desperately as tears ran down her cheeks. The two friends shared their grief in an intimate way, finally giving into the urges they’d been resisting for days. They let go of their hesitation and gave into their desires, letting it guide them as their hands pulled their clothes off. Hopper’s jacket fell off Eleven’s shoulders, which seemed to unleash the girl as she tugged Max’s shirt up over her head. Max did the same, revealing the girl’s chest and bra. If they weren’t so desperate to get undressed Eleven might’ve remarked Max was a little more developed that she was, which could’ve made her feel self conscious. But right now, she didn’t care or notice. All she cared about was getting her trousers undone so she could remove them next. Max reluctantly broke the kiss to help her, rising up onto the bed to push her trousers down her legs onto the floor. Eleven stood up, hurriedly dropped hers too and pounced on the girl, slamming her onto the mattress attaching her lips to hers. Max dragged the girl onto the bed with her, the pair of them getting tangled up with each other making out passionately.

Now they were on the bed, things between them got even more steamy and intense. It never even occurred to them that somebody might walk in on them, half naked and in the process of undressing further, kissing and fumbling over each other doing something some might consider obscene. If either of their boyfriends found them they’d be mortified. If Joyce found them Eleven would probably die of shame. If Dustin or Will saw them, they’d never hear the end of it. But right now, all they could think about was each other and the desire they shared and the guilt that fueled it.

There wasn’t much of a structure to what they did. They kissed and fondled each other, hands caressing skin wherever they found it. Neither girl took on a dominant factor to assert control, nor submit to the whims of the other. They simply let their instincts take over. If they felt a compulsion to thread their fingers through the others hair, they did. If they wanted to press their body against each other, they obliged. When they felt the few articles of underwear that remained was restricting them, they hurriedly removed that too. Eleven felt butterflies in her stomach as her palms reached down and squeezed Max’s bottom, peeling the girls panties away to grab her soft cheeks. Max gasped softly, breaking away from her lips to suck on her neck, her own hands pulling the young woman’s bra off exposing her developing breasts. Their bodies writhed as they groped each other, palms feeling up chests and nipples while thighs brushed up hips to wrap around their waists. Soon the girls were naked and rubbing against each other, either yet aware how two women would make love to each other. They found pleasure in the embrace however, content to let the delicate touch and shared kisses sustain them. Their bodies made contact briefly, their groins rubbing together stimulating their pussies as their breasts pressed together at just the right angle, but short of a short intake of breath neither girl took note of it, eager to resume their kiss coiled in each other’s arms.

They didn’t know how long it lasted. It could’ve been a minute. It could’ve been half an hour. They didn’t stop until the tears in their eyes streaming down their cheeks got too much, their quiet sobs breaking the kiss leaving them panting as they lay together on the bare mattress. They held each other, wordlessly comforting one another, foreheads together softly letting their grief engulf them.

“I’ll miss you” Max whispered, breaking the silence after a while.

Eleven swallowed another sob as she looked up at her best friends face, her hand stroking her cheek. “I’ll miss you too” she replied.

They both leant in and shared a kiss, this one deeper and full of passion and love. A few minutes later they agreed to get up and put their clothes back on, before somebody came looking for them. They got dressed in silence, both still crying in silence. But it wasn’t just grief for the people they’d lost now. It was also the loss they were going to feel next. With Eleven moving away, they may never see each other again. And though they didn’t say it, there was something between them they would never get to have again.

So before they left the room they took each other’s hands and stepped into one last kiss, one saying goodbye to each other and this thing they would never get to explore. It might be for the best, but it was the longest goodbye kiss either of them shared with another human being. Longer than the kiss El gave Mike. Longer than the hug Max gave Will. They held onto that kiss as long as they could until it was time for El to go.

Max watched Eleven leave standing beside her friends, resolving herself to bury the love she felt for her best friend. In the car driving away, Eleven did the same as she looked out the back window to see them all fade away.

Chapter 4

Summary:

Things have changed. Eleven is in California and Max remains at Hawkins. But while the two friends are apart, what has begun to grow between them has only gotten stronger.

Things had been…complicated since the Mall. And Max was doing her best to cope. Losing Billy hit her harder than she was ready for. The guilt in particular was the worst. She found distracting herself helped, anything to make her think about anything else but what she had lost.

Lucas did his best, bless him, but he could sense she was pulling away. Pushing him away. He did what he could. When she needed space he gave it to her. But he made sure he was available whenever she might need him. If she called, he’d be there. So whenever she decided she needed him to distract her from her grief, her guilt, he would come round. No questions asked. She would call less and less, but he never wavered. Days, weeks, it didn’t matter. When she gave him a call asking to come around while her mother was out at work, he didn’t hesitate. He also wasn’t surprised when she pulled him into her bedroom almost immediately, calling upon him to distract her from her troubles.

A part of her knew it wasn’t fair to keep using him like this, but common decency was pushed aside by desperate need as Max tore Lucas’s clothes off his skinny athletic body. Since he’d joined the basketball team he’d developed quite a bit, much to the pleasure of the girls who got to admire his new abs and toned muscles. Max didn’t notice. She always liked him despite his dorky appearance so it didn’t matter he was now a Jocky dork. She yanked his top off and helped him out of his pants before smashing her lips against his to aggressively make out with the dark skinned boy. He managed to keep up with her advances, his arms wrapping around her as she kicked off her trainers and peeled her shirt over her red hair. He got a moment to gaze at her developed body before she shoved him onto the bed, sending him crashing onto his back while she hurriedly undid her trousers. He sat up on his elbows watching her climb out of them before removing her bra, the stern look she gave him signaling he should lose his underwear. He obliged in time to see her shuffle out of her panties too, staring in awe as the naked young woman stepped forward and climbed on top of him, latching her lips to his as she crawled onto his naked body ready to use and abuse it.

Not that he would call it abuse, though he did wish there could be a little more foreplay involved in their sexual intercourse. Max was pretty straightforward with her advances however, mounting his lap and taking his already stiffening cock into her pussy. Lucas gasped as she sank onto him, her own sigh indicating the pleasure of his intrusion. She kissed him hard, her hips already rocking against him riding his cock roughly. He put his hands on her hips and thrusted with her, the bed shaking with their motion as they fell into a rhythmic pattern of desire. Their kiss intensified, becoming heated and passionate, their bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. For Lucas, it was heaven.

For Max, it was a distraction. She clung to the pleasure she felt like a lifeline, using it to chase away the pain and guilt she was carrying around. For a moment she let herself forget about Billy, about his death and how much she blamed herself for it. But in that moment she found it replaced by something else. Loss. Not the loss of her step brother, but the loss of Eleven as memories snuck into her mind while she made love to her boyfriend. Before she knew it she found herself reliving old hangouts, sharing ice cream or jumping on the bed with her, shopping at the mall or going to see a movie.

She broke the kiss with Lucas and shook her head, chasing those thoughts away. She couldn’t think about that now, it wouldn’t be fair. She looked down at Lucas, sweet adorable Lucas lost in the throes of passion as she rode his cock, his face falling into her chest to enjoy her young soft breasts and those delicate nipples. She gasped softly, loving how much care he took with her. He always made her feel good. She embraced him tightly, massaging his penis with her body. The moan in his throat voiced his approval. He took hold of her and rolled her onto her back, falling on top of her with a grunt sliding back into position. Max stared up at him fondly as he leaned over her on his elbows, his nose brushing her cheek as he gazed into her face. She could see his eyes counting her freckles, memorizing the pattern they formed over the bridge of her nose. She blushed, leaning up to kiss him affectionately. He kissed her back, his hips rocking between her thighs prompting her legs to wrap around him.

Her arms encircled his shoulders, gripping his back tightly as they continued to make love. Hot, passionate, sweet love to one another. She nuzzled against his neck as he nibbled on her shoulder. Her hand combing through his short hair griping it tightly, she felt him thrust deep inside of her, stirring her insides making her swoon. She felt alive, her gasps turning to moans as she closed her eyes.

Once again, another face flashed through her mind. More memories invaded her conscious thoughts. Her and El. That night at her place. Their sleepover before it all went wrong. Their first kiss. That innocent, awkward kiss. She opened her eyes, gripping Lucas a little tighter as she tried to stop her mind from running away from her. Too late, the second night replayed. Her place, their coats soaking wet from the rain. They kissed, a lot. It was more intense. More passionate.

Max’s breathing became labored, her heart racing, her body heat increasing. She felt Lucas against her moving, but it felt a million miles away. His grunts faded away as her pulse filled her ears as her head fell back, eyes staring at the ceiling while she was fucked.

Lucas might be the boy lucky enough to share her bed, but right now he wasn’t the person Max was imagining having sex with her. That position was taken by the best friend several thousand miles away, the one she hadn’t seen since the day she moved away. The day they shared their grief and gave into those desires and made out on the bed in the nude, just one step away from actually doing anything more. Max panted as she recalled the softness of her flesh against hers, the curls in her hair, the taste of her lips, the rapid thudding of her heart as their chests pressed together. Remembered the sweat, the tears, the affection and the grief. She remembered the goodbye that broke their hearts. She remembered and relived it all as she lay there and made love to her boyfriend, panting and grunting until she finished alongside him, the two young people climaxing together.

Max moaned as he felt Lucas coming inside of her, the sensation snapping her back to reality as she blinked and sighed. It felt nice to be loved, feel his love pouring into her. She hugged the boys tightly clenching his rod milking his cock as he pumped his load deep inside, trusting the pill she was on to prevent any major consequences. She collapsed onto the bed with a sigh as Lucas nuzzled her neck affectionately, their fingers interlacing as they brought their gaze to look at each other. They didn’t say anything, nothing needed to be said. But all the same, Max faked a smile as Lucas kissed her cheek and collapsed on top of her, her mind somewhere else.

She didn’t like using him like this. Lucas was sweet and she loved him. But he wasn’t enough to chase away the demons that plague her nightmares anymore. Making love to him wasn’t enough. She let him stay for a while though, the two of them sleeping in her bed with him snuggled up against her embracing her protectively. She spooned with him, accepting his protective embrace, casually stroking his arm while she rested her head on her elbow staring at the collection of photos of her and her friends on the bedside table. Her focus was on the strip of photos taken at the mall of her and Eleven. She couldn’t explain why but thinking about her, their time together, it helped the most. It made her forget her troubles. But it left a longing that seemed to feel worse.

She missed her friend and hoped she was thinking of her too.

***

Eleven liked California. So did the Byers. Joyce was settling in and seemed to be thriving. Jonathan had made friends. Even Will was beginning to like it here. Eleven liked it too, though she was having a few adjustment issues at school. But she was steadily adapting. She’d started using her birth name more. She liked it better than her number, but Will still calls her El. She didn’t mind really.

The hardest part about moving to California was the loneliness. She was missing Mike. She would write to him almost everyday, and he’d write back. She wouldn’t tell him everything. She found herself lying more and more about how happy she was out here. It was hard being so far away. Some nights she just wanted him to be with her.

She had a lot of time to catch up on reading and movies and stuff. She’d leant a lot of things, including things she shouldn’t need to know. She committed a lot of self teaching to memory, mostly for school and to improve her social skills. If there was something she didn’t understand either Will or Joyce would help explain it. But when she started learning about sex and porn, she picked up enough cues to know this was a topic that should stay private. She found videos and “borrowed” a few of the magazines and tapes Jonathan or Joyce would hide around the house. She always put them back before they noticed anything was missing. She checked Will’s room out of curiosity once, found a lot of material with naked men and their big muscles and even bigger assets. She almost got caught in his room once and had to shove it all back under his bed. She didn’t think he realized she’d been snooping.

All this research gave her enough to begin masturbating, understanding how it’s done and why people do it. The first time she tried it she was amazed at how much she wet the bed. After a couple more nights of practice she was able to get herself off and begin experimenting with a few other toys she found hidden in Joyce’s room. Over time she found she wasn’t fond of the vibrating wiggly dildos and was happy to use her hands, or more often her pillow. One time she rubbed herself with a stuffed animal, but it was hard looking down at the baby shark between her legs and trying not to laugh.

Now whenever she felt lonely she would wait until everyone else was asleep and switch on a lamp, pull out a photograph of Mike and fantasize about him and her together doing the stuff she’d read or watched. She would rub her hand between her legs, both inside and outside her pajamas, and stimulate her clit repeatedly until she was panting on the bed biting her lip to silence the moans of arousal. Her imagination would conjure images of Mike, sometimes with the muscles and dicks like the men in Will’s magazines. Most often she’d replay the memories she had of them making out in her room, the experimental way their hands would drift over the edges of their shirts not daring to go further just yet. She imagined what it might’ve been like to have sex with him, now amazing it could’ve been. How amazing it might one day be.

But then some nights she can’t seem to manage it. One particular night she was facing a particularly frustrating night humping her pillow trying to get enough friction to stimulate her body. She hand the photograph of Mike on the headboard, her eyes staring straight at it picturing him fucking her from behind. But it didn’t seem to be enough. Eventually she gave up and rolled onto her back in a huff, brushing her hair out of her eyes. It had been weeks by now, weeks without a satisfying conclusion to her efforts. She huffed again, picking up the photo and returning it to her dresser in defeat.

Before she closed it, her eyes caught the many photos she kept stashed in their. One caught her eyes, reaching inside to pull out a group photo of her with their friends. Mike was there. So was Will, Lucas, Dustin and Max. It was at the Mall back when it opened. She smiled seeing them all together. But then her eyes drifted to Max, standing right beside her. She was standing with Lucas, her boyfriend, but her arm was around El, the two sharing a smile and a laugh. Max was her best friend. It hurt that they’d lost touch since they moved to California.

As Eleven stared at the photo, her finger tracing to pair of them slowly, her thoughts drifted to the memories she had of them both. The laughter, the joy, the excitement, the affection. She felt the adoration they shared as they had their sleepover, which lead to them talking about boys and then about other things, which led to their kiss. The first of many kisses, many times they made out, more intense then how El and Mike make out. Mike never got further than the kiss with her. With Max, just before they left, Eleven actually got undressed with her until they were making out naked on the bed, her body feeling so warm and soft and…

Eleven shook the memory away and threw the photo back into the drawer slamming it shut. What was she doing? Why was she thinking that? Mike was her boyfriend!

Thanks to her research Eleven now understood exactly what she and Max almost did, or did do. It never occurred to her the attraction she felt was more than friendship. It didn’t occur to her what kissing another girl like that meant. Did she like Max? Like like her? She sat up in her bed hugging the pillow against her, her thoughts now spinning in circles. She liked Mike, he was her boyfriend. But what if she liked Max too. Perhaps she should just sleep on it, forget about all of it.

Except when she laid down, she could creep. Her mind was drifting in and out of her make out sessions with Max. She couldn’t help it. She tried to think of Mike but Max just seemed to overpower her senses. Before she knew it her eyes were closed and she was heaving softly, her hands drifting between her thighs squeezing her crotch. She couldn’t explain how it happened, but her imagination started running away from her. She was back in that bed when they got undressed, the kiss growing passionate between them as they rubbed each other. She’d found a few videos in her research relating to girls kissing, stumbled across a book in the library describing such erotica, and now that imagery was coming to life with her and Max as the subjects. Her fantasies turned sensual as Max climbed on top of her, her hands roaming her breasts while her lips kissed her neck.

El moaned silently as her own hands followed her imaginary lover’s caressing her boobs through her pajamas while her rubbed her groin. Her body began to tingle the more it went on, getting so warm she had to pull her top off to cool down. Her body arched as she played with her boobs, her nipples becoming stiff when she touched them. Her hips rocked against an imaginary thigh as she reached down inside her bottoms and dipped her fingers into her pussy, gasping as she plunged into herself. She felt her own wetness leak over her fingers as she pleasured herself, feeling Max’s breath thought she knew the girl wasn’t there. But her mind made her think she was, her best friend fingering her and kissing her and fondling her boobs. It was intense and incredible and Eleven began mumbling her name under her breath begging for her to keep going. Her senses tingled as she panted and moaned, her body trembling as she felt her climax approach faster and faster until she found herself tipping over the edge and meeting an incredible orgasm.

She snapped up in her bed the moment the climax passed, panting heavily feeling the sweat on her skin. Her pajamas were soaking, her bottoms drenched with cum. She stared at her knees, still trembling from the orgasm. She had never felt anything so intense like that. Not with Mike. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the after image of her fantasy fading back into her mind. She flushed bright red. She could believe she just masturbated over her best friend, to a satisfying conclusion too. She hurriedly changed into a new set of pajamas and climbed under the covers, curling up to go to sleep agonizing over what it meant for the rest of the night.

The next day she swore she wouldn’t do anything like that again. Mike was her boyfriend, it didn’t feel right to be fantasizing about someone else. She carried on her day as normal, vowing not to tell anybody about this. She didn’t mention it in her letters. Didn’t talk about it with Joyce or Will. She let herself forget about it and move on. And she did.

At least, until the next time she failed to get herself off masturbating over Mike. Each time that happened she reluctantly allowed her thoughts to drift to Max, which brought her great satisfaction every time. Over the next month or so she would make her best friend her imaginary subject, her own guilty fantasy. Over time it got easier to imagine. And over time she felt more guilty about those thoughts. But true to her vow, she never mentioned it to anyone.

So when Mike finally came to visit her and Will for the summer, she threw herself into their time together determined to make up for lost time. And to hide the guilt she was feeling about what might be misconstrued as cheating, if only in her own imagination. It was easy to just put on a smile and not tell Mike. Having him here would help her prove he was the person she liked most. It would all work out.

Chapter 5

It was strange hiding inside a memory. To be honest, all this running around inside her mind from Vecna was strange. But no stranger than everything else she’d been through. But it was the most unnerving. She was used to having her life in danger now, but this was the first time she was being targeted by a telepathic psychopath from an alternate dimension, or rather this dimension sent to the upside down and now trying to open a portal to come back to theirs. It was even to make her already troubled mind spin. Their plan seemed to be working though. She’d lured Vecna into her head and hidden herself in the happiest memory she had, the school ball when she danced with Lucas. Since Vecna uses her trauma against her, she figured she had bought enough time for the others to find his body in the Upside Down. And she trusted Lucas to break her physical body out of her trance at the first sign of trouble.

It was strange seeing the school hall so empty with the winter decorations. It brought back a lot of memories. Happy memories. She looked across the dance floor to the spot where she kissed Lucas. Not their first kiss, but it felt like their first. The kiss that cemented their relationship. She was glad. For a moment she was worried which memory she might call upon to hide in. But this came to her immediately, without question. In her darkest moment, Lucas is her safe haven. She wished she’d realized that ages ago, instead of struggling on her own. She sat at one of the tables and took a deep breath, settling in to wait. She hoped they found Vecna before he found her.

She didn’t know how long she had been there. Time worked a little weirdly in here. It felt like almost an hour. It’s probably only been a minute. The silence was unnerving, but every so often she’d hear something outside the hall. It sounded like thunder. She tensed at every rumble, sensing Vecna closing in. She rose from her chair and stepped onto the dance floor, peering out of the dark windows into the inky void outside. The lights in the hall suddenly went dim making her jump, Turing around with her head on a swivel. He was getting closer.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she screamed, whirling around in a panic only to find an equally startled young woman screaming back. “Sorry” the young woman with a shaved head and weird pajamas said as she stood in front of Max. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Max gasped, staring in disbelief at finding her best friend here with her.

“Are you okay?” Eleven repeated.

She blinked at her looking up and down. “Yeah?” She said, reaching out to touch the girl. She stared and touched her clothes, her hair, her face, confusion in her expression. “Are you…are you real? Did I make you?” She asked.

Eleven took Max’s hand, squeezing it tightly looking into her eyes. “I’m real” she told her.

Max looked at her and saw it. She was really here. “How?” She gasped. Last she saw Eleven she didn’t have her powers and she was in California.

Eleven took a deep breath and explained “I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer.”

Max blinked, now even more confused. “What?” But before Eleven could elaborate she shrugged it off and threw her arms around the girl. “Never mind” she said in relief. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

Eleven hugged her back tightly, replying “I missed you too.” They heard a rumble from outside, prompting both of them to glance up at the available windows to check the dark clouds. “It’s okay. He doesn’t know where we are” El assured her.

“Good” Max nodded, holding onto Eleven’s arms feeling safer already. Her tension eased up when the lights came back on and the rumbling faded. As if Vecna stopped looking, or was distracted. Maybe the others got to him and she was safe. She waited a moment to see if Lucas woke her up, but when she didn’t she turned back to El. “What now?”

“I don’t know. But I’m staying with you” she replied. Max nodded, relieved to hear that.

It had been ages since the two of them had seen each other and it was like they’d never been apart. But they had and the ache Max had been feeling came back as she stared at her best friend. She’d changed a lot but she could feel things were the same. Including how she had felt when they last saw each other. She felt the same butterflies in her stomach.

Eleven looked back at her, and then down at their hands which were still clinging to each other. She cleared her throat and told her “don’t worry. As soon as it’s safe we’ll…”

Her thought was interrupted when Max leaned in and caught her lips in a kiss. Eleven’s eyes widened as she stared at her, freezing briefly until Max realized what she’d done. “Shit, sorry” she gulped, stepping back turning bright red. It was an impulse, spur of the moment. Must’ve been the adrenaline. Her eyes fell to the ground suddenly unable to meet El’s gaze as she sheepishly said “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Eleven interrupted her by cupping her face with a hand, gently coaxing her gaze back to her before leaning in to kiss her back. Max blinked in surprise as she felt their lips connect, staring at the girl dumbfounded. Eleven smiled shakily. “I missed you” she repeated.

“I missed you too” Max echoed, gazing at El’s lips feeling that urge to kiss them again. El felt the same, just like they did the day Eleven left. That longing, that attraction they’d been struggling with for months. Their eyes met and sparks flew. They felt their faces drift closer, their eyes closing as they met in another kiss, this one longer and speaking everything they’d been holding back.

Everything else seemed to suddenly melt away in that moment. They couldn’t explain what this was. They didn’t care. They were together and they needed each other. The two girls embraced and the kiss became deeper, passionate, desirable. It felt incredible and perfect, even if it was in their head.

The thought made Max’s eyes snap open and pull away suddenly. “Wait, what are we doing?” She gasped, glancing around. “Is this real?”

“Yes” Eleven replied. What she felt was real. The kiss was real.

Max felt it too, but her eyes were darting around. Her physical body was in a trace with Lucas. Eleven was in a…a pizza dough freezer with Mike. “Can…can they hear us?” Max asked. She didn’t why that was the question she asked. Not we shouldn’t be doing this? What about our boyfriends! Is this cheating? Should we be doing this?

Eleven glanced around at their surroundings. Sometimes her words would carry to her physical body, but she could disconnect if she wanted to. “No, they can’t hear us” she answered. She’d never kissed anyone during her travels through the mindscape before, she she wasn’t sure what Mike and the others were seeing. Ideally she was just lying in that freezer floating in water. She took Max’s hands and squeezed them. She sensed what Max was thinking, worrying about Lucas. Eleven couldn’t help but think about Mike too, but a part of her had wanted this for ages. She realized that now, this nights she stayed awake fantasizing about her. She liked her. Liked liked her. She didn’t want to ignore that anymore. “Do you want to stop?”

Max looked at her, biting her bottom lip nervously before taking a deep breath. She shook her head, throwing herself at her grabbing her head and kissing her aggressively. She was done denying her feelings towards El too. She liked her. She wanted to be with her, right now. Weirdness be damned, she won’t let her go again.

Eleven stumbled back against one of the tables as Max vigorously made out with her. She caught the redhead and kissed her back, their desire for each other taking over their senses. Their arms embraced each other as their lips mashed together, their bodies rocking back and forth in the school hall. Max had El pinned against the table until the girl pushed herself onto it, sitting on the edge pulling Max closer. Max gasped as she felt her hips grind between Eleven’s legs, which wrapped around her waist tightly, her arms around her neck, their lips interlocked allowing their tongues to explore each other. “You’ve gotten better at this” Max remarked quietly as her jacket fell from her shoulders, dropping to the floor behind her.

“I’ve learnt a lot” Eleven said with a shrug.

Max grinned. “I can’t wait to see. I’ve got some things to show you too” she said playfully. Eleven giggled as Max leant in and kissed her neck, teasing her skin while her hands caressed her thighs. El hooked her fingers into Max’s Jean pockets, the ones on her butt, pulling her closer to recapture her lips and make out with her deeply. Max’s hands reached up to caress her scalp, her fingers combing over her shaved head. She missed the long hair but liked this new look better.

The passion they felt was intense, and growing stronger by the second. All the stress and trouble and pain they had gone through faded away as they melted into each others arms. Arms that encircled and explored their bodies feverishly making their flesh tingle with excitement. Max was delighted to discover how much Eleven had grown up since they last saw each other, her hands feeling up her boobs and stroking her waistline. Eleven explored too, cupping her backside untucking her shirt to reach up and caress her back. Max shivered feeling her cold hands against her skin, goosebumps everywhere she touched her. Her retaliated by running her mouth over Eleven’s neck, pulling her collar open to nuzzle the top of her chest. El gasped softly, cradling her scalp weaving her fingers through her red hair. It felt incredible to be with her at last.

Max was the first to take the initiative, hooking her fingers under Eleven’s top and lifting it over her head revealing the girl’s torso. El hadn’t had time to change out of the outfit Brenner put her in so she didn’t have just underwear on. Which left her without a bra and gave Max a perfect view of her boobs. Her eyes fell upon them and her pupils dilated, automatically reaching down to fondle them and kiss them. Eleven moaned as she had her breasts played with the first time by some else. They felt so soft and ticklish in Max’s palms. When Max kissed her nipple it began as hard as a pebble, a soft gasp escaping her mouth each time her lips pressed against it. Max looked up at her trembling friend and experimentally ran her tongue around it before putting it in her mouth and gently sucking. Eleven whimpered in pleasure she hadn’t anticipating, her groin becoming damp in response.

After a few moments alternating between her breasts Max pulled herself away, leaving Eleven thirsty for more. “Why did you stop?” She asked.

“You’re so adorable” Max smiled, lifting her own shirt up over her head. Eleven watched as Max undressed in front of her, removing her jeans slowly pushing them down her slim legs and stepping out of them, leaving herself in her underwear. Her bra framed her modest bust very nicely and El had to resist the temptation to pounce on her and rip it off. Her form fitting boxers matched her bra in color, but didn’t match the socks she left on. Eleven might not have noticed she was barefoot but Max still felt how cold the floor was. Being as naked as she was made her chilly. She stepped back up to Eleven and let her arms wrap around her, eager to warm the girl back up. Their lips met in a soft kiss as their hands roamed the exposed flesh affectionately. “El, I need to tell you something” Max whispered, pausing the kiss but not her exploration of her body. “I kept thinking about that afternoon, when we made out a Will’s place just before you left. I’d dream about it. Fantasize about you. I’ve wanted this for so long, ever since…”

“Sleepover” Eleven guessed. Max blushed and nodded. Eleven cupped her cheek and grinned. “I dreamed about you too” she confessed. Both girls looked at each other and smiled, confirming they’d been on the same page for months. This wasn’t a mistake. They both wanted this. They both needed this.

And now Max was eager for more as she took hold of Eleven’s waistband and helped her out of her pants. She pulled them over El’s smooth legs, along with her underwear, removing them and tossing them aside to gaze at her best friend in her naked glory. Eleven discovered she wasn’t as shy around Max as she expected to me, not after the way she worshiped her breasts earlier. She watched excitedly as Max put her hands on her knees and gently opened her thigh to see the one part of her body not even Mike had been lucky enough to see yet. (She had hoped to take Mike to third base during this visit, until the incident with Angela happened.) now that she felt Max’s gaze upon her, the butterflies in her stomach started doing somersaults as goosebumps grew on her thighs when Max’s hands stroked them. She caught Max’s nervous eye as the girl lowered to her knees in front of her. This was going to be her first time having sex with another girl too. She shuffled closer, gently kissing the inside of El’s thighs as she worked her way up to her pussy. Eleven leaned back biting her bottom lip as her fingers tentatively reached out and stroked her lower lips. She shivered to her touch, her heart skipping a beat realizing she was about to have sex for the first time.

“Do you want me to stop?” Max asked, as if sensing her trepidation.

Eleven swallowed back her nerves and looked down, locking eyes with her answering “no.”

Max nodded, taking her own nervous breath before planting her lips onto Eleven’s pussy. She hoped she got this right. The only resource she had to learn this was the stories she was told from her friends, the advice her aunt once gave and the time Lucas attempted it on her (it was a cute attempt but it didn’t end well).

For Eleven’s first oral experience, she found it very exhilarating. As soon as Max planted her lips on her clit she was hooked. By the time she found the courage to try licking her with her tongue she was gasping shallowly, her hips quivering with pleasure. She tried to watch as much as possible, but it was hard to focus as pleasure shot up her spine in waves. Max glanced up occasionally, to make sure she was doing it right and also to she her reaction. She looked really hot every time she released a moan, her expression priceless. And the way her body writhed each time she licked her, she was like a belly dancer. It made her chuckle. She resumed licking and tried extending her tongue into her pussy not just licking her folds. They were her back arched indicated that was the right move, and the sound Eleven released made Max’s loins ache. “You’re really good at this” Eleven muttered as she slumped to her elbows, her arms struggling to hold herself up. It felt like her whole body was shaking.

“Thanks” Max grinned, enough though all she was really doing was making it up as she went along. She fell into a rhythm of licking and thrusting that seemed to work. And when she brought her fingers up to try them too. Eleven swooned in awe. But it was the clit action she knew would make the different. Luckily she’d practiced a lot with herself to know how to stimulate it with her hand. Her other hand reached up to fondle Eleven’s breast, teasing her nipple to enhance the experience. El bit her bottom lip and mirrored he with the other breast as she gave up trying to watch and fell onto her back. Her moaned loader, enraptured by the pleasure she was feeling. Max drove her wild sucking on her clit, sending sensations through her whole body she’d never felt before. She became addicted to it, pressing her hand against Max’s head to push her deeper, her legs curling around her shoulders. Her hips rubbed Max’s face as she made love to her pussy, determined to bring her to a satisfying conclusion. She didn’t even realize she was about to orgasm until she screamed Max’s name. At which point it felt like everything exploded around her.

Which actually seemed to happen. Her telekinetic powers erupted with her climax sending a shockwave outwards knocking chair and tables over. The table they were on shuddered as the ceiling lights flickered. Max felt the room shake as Eleven shuddered against her, her juices flushing out of her body in a gushing wave drenching her fingers. She felt them spill onto her tongue so she lapped it up, riding her through her orgasm and getting her first taste of a woman. It was intoxicating. But not as stimulating as the shockwave that rippled over her own body thanks to Eleven’s powers. She didn’t even realize she was doing it but her powers stimulated every nerve in Max’s body for a moment and made the girl climax spontaneously. Max gasped in stunned bliss as her knees quaked, feeling her underwear become soaked. She recalled Eleven doing something similar when they first kissed, but this was way more intense. She pulled away from her friend to catch her breath, wiping her face smearing cum over her cheeks.

She looked up at El watching her tremble in the aftershocks, waiting until they passed before climbing up to her feet and leaning over the raspy young woman. “Well, that looked fun” she teased.

Eleven couldn’t find the words to express how amazing that felt. She looked up at Max, glistening from her cum, and stared wordlessly. She tried to talk but nothing seemed to come out. Luckily Max wasn’t interesting in talking as she leaned down and made out with her instead. El kissed her deeply, tasting herself on her friends tongue. She hummed in pleasure, inadvertently using her powers to stimulate Max again, to a lesser degree.

The girl shivered as another wave passed over her, looking down at her telekinetic friend. “I forgot you could do that” she whispered. El finally realized what she was doing and apologized. “Don’t. It feels really nice.”

“It does?” She asked. She never considered using her powers that way before. She looked over Max’s body and tested it, mentally fondling her boobs. Max sighed feeling ghostly hands palming her breasts through the bra, until the clasp came undone by a mental command from El. Her bra fell away leaving her boobs free to be played with. Eleven returned the favor, rolling a giggling Max onto her back kissing her sucking on her nipples. Max laid back and sighed letting Eleven ravish her. She was inexperienced but she didn’t care. Her fantasies were coming true.

Eleven put all the research and practice she’d taken to good use for the sole purpose of make Max feel good. Even if she wasn’t sure what she was going exactly she thought about all the things she liked and tried them first. She sucked on Max’s nipples gently, squeezed her mounds and caressed her skin, kissed her collar and the side of her neck and brought her hand up against her groin. All the while she used her powers to stimulate her, listening to the moans and gasps as Max trembled against the table, her arms wrapped around her lover as she pressed up against her. She looked down excitedly as El’s hand rubbed between her legs, her underwear soaking wet with arousal. She bit her bottom lip and assisted her in removing them, kicking them away leaving her naked and vulnerable. She looked up at Eleven nervously as she reached down and cupped her pussy, rubbing her palm against it. “Oh fuck me” she whispered as her thumb found her sensitive clit, her spine arching as Eleven began fingering her.

Eleven had never seen Max come so undone before. Her eyes rolled into her head and her expression contorted as her arms began to flail wildly. She kept her hand firming between her shaking thighs and gently inserted a finger into her pussy, watching her intently as she clung to her shoulders and moaned. One of Max’s hands reached up to massage the back of her scalp, trying to grip the short hair for purchase and failing. Her other hand gripped the edge of the table as her eyes snapped up to look at her, desperation in her face. Eleven instinctively leaned down to kiss her, stifling her moans as they make out passionately, her hand continuing to thrust into Max’s cunt sliding a second finger inside.

“Oh fuck. Fuck me! Jane fuck me!” Max screamed, her voice increasing in pitch as she started to clench El’s fingers.

Eleven kept going until Max screamed and gushed all over her hand, her hips jerking wildly against her palm crushing her fingers. She felt her nails dig into her scalp but rode her through the orgasm until she collapsed against the table breathlessly. Her body was trembling so much she had to pry El’s hand out of her sensitive pussy before she lost it again. “Are you okay?” Eleven asked her, looking over her friend in concern cradling her comfortingly.

It took Max a minute to get her breath back, her eyes struggling to focus as she looked up at the ceiling. Was it her imagination or had the lights blinked out again. Maybe she was just disorientated. “Holy shit!” Max muttered in amazement. She had never cum that hard before. Especially not with Lucas. Thinking of Lucas made her chuckle. “Are you sure they can’t hear us up there?” She asked El again, referring to their friends. Eleven shook her head. “Good. I’d hate to think how weirded out they’d be if they heard us screaming each others name while in a trance” she laughed. She pictured El in that pizza dough freezer moaning and humping the air while they fucked. God knows how she’d look kneeling in that attic. Does her “O” face look the same as her “possessed” face? She looked up at Eleven, who was stroking her cheek fondly making sure she was alright. She could feel her cum smeared over her flesh, which made her blush. “Speaking of names…I didn’t realize I was using your…it just happened.”

“It okay” Eleven smiled. She’d gotten used to using her real name over her number. Hearing it like this made her appreciate it even more. “I liked hearing you say it” she whispered.

Max blushed again, smiling broadly as they kissed each other. “Jane” she whispered.

“Yes Max” Jane replied.

“Stay with me” she asked. Jane nodded, kissing her deeply as they folded into their embrace again.

They made out on the table, making deep ravenous love with each other as both sets of lips met. They became entangled in many ways until Max got on top of the young woman, pinning her down and attacking her neck with kisses. Jane gasped and moaned as her hips jerked up to grind against her, their pussies kissing as Max hooked her knee around her hip to scissor her. She recalled seeing this position somewhere once and was glad she remembered. Pleasure assaulted them both as their pussies rubbed together, their hips rocking rhythmically. Jane clawed at her back as she moaned, already feeling a build up of pressure in her loins. She sucked on Max’s shoulder as the red haired girl humped her, moaning in her ear feeling a similar build up. “Oh Max, I feel so good” Jane whimpered.

“Cum with me Jane” Max begged, grabbing her face looking deep into her eyes. Jane nodded, willing to do anything with her. Their lips met in a powerful kiss as they clung to each other tightly. They groped each others breasts and asses, pulled on their hair and lightly scratched their skin. Max gasped as Jane tugged her braids, prompting her to grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Jane felt her heart-rate increase as Max’s fingers interlocked with hers, her body rocking against her more insistently sensing the impending climax. They ground against each other harder, both driving the other to cum. It was a race to see how long they could hold it together. It appeared not long at all.

“Max!” Eleven Screamed.

“Jane!” Max replied louder.

The orgasm they shared was beyond anything either of them ever felt before. It lit up something inside both of them that they were sure could be felt across dimensions. In fact it was so powerful it made their physical bodies tremble and exhale, something Will and Mike noticed and mistook for concern. Lucas failed to notice, his attention diverted elsewhere.

In the school hall, Max collapsed on top of a panting Eleven as their bodies buzzed in the afterglow. The girls never realized sex could be so satisfying until this very moment. They panted heavily as cum leaked freely between their legs, their knees wobbly making it hard to stay up. As a result Max slumped onto her side beside Jane, who rolled with her to snuggle up against her warm body. They cradled each other, kissing lazily as they basked in the euphoria, feeling so comfortable lying on a cold table holding their naked bodies. Neither had felt so content before. All the angst was gone and this glorious feeling was left.

“I love you Max” Eleven impulsively muttered before she could stop herself.

Max opened her eyes and looked at her in stunned silence. Then after admiring the blushing redness of her cheeks she whispered back “I love you too.” The two friends gazed at each other, a warm glow passing between them as they shared an adoring kiss once more.

“There you are” a gravely voice called, interrupting the affectionate moment shattering the peace they had. Instantly both girls became alert and sat up on the table, looking up to see the towering figure of Vecna, aka Henry, aka One, dropping down into the dark school hall glaring at the two of them. If he was surprised to find them naked in this mindscape, it was concealed by the shock and content he showed as seeing Eleven again.

Eleven leapt off the table and stepped protectively in front of Max, prepared to fight this monster once more and save her friends. Max stayed behind her, showing her support by slipping her hand into Jane’s and squeezing it. Whatever happened next, they would face it together.

Notes:

I don’t know why I found myself on a Stranger Things train lately, but I’m glad.
Technically this is the last chapter until the next season drops, so until further notice this is the story my brain created for reasons I can’t explain.

Although strictly speaking I do have one final chapter in the tank, but I don’t know if it’s relevant in this story as it involves more than a little bit of Vecna with guest appearances from Nancy, Robin and Steve…
Nah, I’m sure nobody is interested.

Thanks for reading audience!

Chapter 6: Vecna's Assault

Summary:

The epic rematch between Eleven and Vecna has arrived, but he is more powerful than ever as he overpowers her and her friends across multiple realms.

Notes:

Formerly a Patreon/blog exclusive.

I was going to make this a stand alone work like the Will/Eleven story I posted recently. But whereas that one was completely separated, this one follows the little narrative I’ve been working with for this run.
It sort of acts like the finale for the story until Season 5 drops.

CONTENT WARNING: invokes a lot of Non-consensual elements in this story across multiple characters. It’s the darkest chapter to date.

Vecna was too powerful. Eleven could feel it. The man who was once Henry, the original test subject of Doctor Brenner’s experiments, had grown even more powerful since the last time she fought him and cast him into another dimension. Now he controlled the upside down and it’s life forms like a hive mind, connected to everything across two realities. And even with his attention divided, she couldn’t stop him.

Their battle through the school hall ended with the young woman being thrown into the monster’s twisted mind where he keeps his victims as trophies. She looked up and saw the hollow husks of its three other victims trapped in vines. To think this is the fate Vecna has for Max…the thought made Eleven sick and angry.

Speaking of Max, she heard her best friend scream as she was pulled into this place by a pair of those ugly, slimy vines. She struggled and kicked at them while Vecna stalked towards Eleven, who was leaping to her feet to save her friend. With a simple hand gesture he tossed her backwards against a brick wall where an ornate door was stationed, the chimes of a grand father clock echoing across the realm. Eleven gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, pinned to the wall by Vecna’s powers. She strained to move but he held her in place, tilting his head in a sneer as a set of vines slithered down the wall to coil around her wrists and waist, trapping her against the wall. Two more wrapped around her ankles to stop her kicking, restraining the girl until she could move.

“You could’ve joined me Eleven” Henry told her, standing before the defiant and struggling girl who he once saw as his potential equal. The only one who’d proved powerful enough to stop him. He looked down at the young woman, no longer the little girl he watched over, and scoffed. “You could’ve stopped this” he remarked, knowing this statement cut deep into her resolve.

Eleven sent him to this realm. She was the reason he’d grown this powerful. She should’ve killed him. But she didn’t and now he’s more powerful than ever. And soon he’ll be able to return to Hawkins, thanks to her friend.

Max fought at the vines holding her leg, trying to pry them off until she saw Vecna standing over her. With a flick of his head she was thrown against a pillar, vines lashing around her wrists pulling her arms back, another slithering around her neck choking her as more wove around her legs and waist. She tried to break free but it was no use. He had her again. She heard Eleven calling her name, looking over to see her friend just as trapped as she was. They both struggled against Vecna’s grasp as he stalked over to the red haired girl like a predator. Max stared at him fearfully. Damn it Lucas, where are you! She thought.

***

In the physical world, her body was still in her trance, kneeling in the attic of Henry’s old home where he murdered his family. Lucas was meant to be watching over her, ready with the music player to snap her out of her trance. Except his job as protector got even more complicated when his basket ball captain showed up with a gun, convinced his D&D club were responsible for killing his girlfriend through satanic worship. Finding his teammate in an abandoned house, in a dark attic with a young woman locked in a possessed state, surrounded by candles, didn’t help Lucas argue his case. The young man was forced to engage the madman with the gun in a desperate act of giving his friends more time before his interference could put Max in any more danger.

It’s during this struggle her music player was smashed to pieces accidentally, which left Max alone in her mental struggle against Vecna with no means of escape.

***

Vecna stepped up to his young captive, taking great pleasure in watching her struggle against the vines. Every living thing in this world was an extension of himself, so he could feel the strain they were putting themselves through in their attempt to escape.

And as extensions, he could sense them everywhere. Including those guarding his physical body in the Upside Down where Nancy, Steve and Robin were attempting to infiltrate his lair and destroy him. He sensed their presence through his vines and had they catch the three intruders, disarming their weapons and yanking them off their feet to the walls and ceiling. Within moments, the group were helpless and at his mercy, just like Max and Eleven. He wordlessly commanded those extensions to tighten their grasp, the vines slithering further up their bodies as they squeezed a little tighter.

***

Max whimpered as the vine around her neck started to choke her, staring up at the monster desperately, on the verge of begging him to let her go.

“Stop it!” Eleven screamed with tears in her eyes. She was watching from the wall and could sense the malice in Vecna’s mind. She struggled against her restraints but they tightened in response too, pinning her to the wall wrapping around her further.

Vecna glanced over to the young woman, contempt and hate filling his gaze as he glared at her. He still sought to punish her for turning against him all those years ago. Perhaps watching her friend die wouldn’t be enough. His eyes examined the young woman she had grown into, a sneer drawn across his face as he looked from Eleven to Max. There was time for a little pleasure too.

The one thing Eleven had forgotten when she had begun her battle with Vecna was he had also interrupted her and Max during a compromising and intimate situation. As such, her entire fight with him she had been done completely naked, something neither she or he noticed. Max had been naked too, but by the time she was tied to the pillar she had managed to pull her jacket back on in and attempt to cover herself up in a hurry. This meant when those vines were wrapping themselves around their bodies, they were slithering over the naked flesh of the two girls too, with access to very sensitive places.

Max could feel the vines slipping under her jacket as they coiled up her torso, trying not to freak out as they reached her chest and encircled her boobs. She felt more writhing around her legs, along with something brushing the underside of her sex. She looked up and saw Vecna gazing down at her, gulping at the predatory gaze he gave her before his hand came up to hover over her face. She inhaled as the claw like fingers spread out, hovering inches over her face as the monster growled.

***

In the physical world, her head lifted up as her body began to levitate, unnoticed by either of the boys struggling with each other.

***

As she floated into the air in one world, in the other she stiffened in fear as the vines holding her kept her still, their slimy flesh pulsing irregularly. Vecna tilted his palm, extending a thick tentacle from his wrist which drifted over to Max’s terrified face. She stared at it anxiously until the vine around her neck lessened it’s grip, her body instinctively inhaling a gulp full of air. In that moment the tentacle shot forward and, before Max could stop it, the slimy extension invaded her mouth and forced its way down her throat. Max’s eyes widened as she started choking on it, feeling it shoving down her gullet towards her stomach. Vecna grinned as he forced her to suck on his tentacle, taking great delight in how her throat muscles constricted around it. He violated her further by driving the slick vine hovering below her pussy up into her entrance, watching her gasp and scream around his tentacle as she was forced to accept him inside her from both ends. Her eyes watered as he began to assault her, his tentacles sliding in and out of her while more held her still so she could move.

Eleven saw her friend in great trouble and tried to save her. However her situation got just as problematic as another tentacle slithered up her leg and plunged into her own vulnerable cunt. She gasped in alarm, looking down to see the intruder forcing itself inside of her, her expression contorting into one of pain as she felt it squirm around inside her making its way to her cervix. It found it and then pulled out, only to thrust back inside and begin fucking the young woman. Eleven opened her mouth to scream but a vine whipped around her mouth and throat, muffling her cries, yanking her head against the wall stunning her long enough to miss the second tentacle lining up for her butt until it too was violating her. She released a muffled whine as she was double penetrated and pounded in both her ass and pussy, the vines around her legs helping it piston in and out of her body relentlessly. More tentacles molested her body, Vecna taking a sadist pride in abusing the girl as he groped her hips and breasts and butt. She bit into the vine to make it let go, but it constricted around her throat tighter until she saw black spots in he eyes.

***

In the pizza dough freezer, her physical body shuddered in the water as she let out a series of strangled moans, the lights flickering above her. Mike and Will knelt over her looking at each other in concern. “El? Are you okay? What’s happening?” Mike called out, becoming concerned sensing something was wrong. He and Will called out her name as she remained in the tank, locked in a struggle they couldn’t perceive.

***

Only then it let go, giving her a moment to breath before hooking around her jaw to tilt her head up so she could watch Max get raped in front of her. She whimpered painfully as the tentacles continued to fuck her, unable to escape or stop the monster from hurting either of them.

***

Max and Eleven weren’t the only ones Vecna took his aggression out on. He had three other captives in his web to play with.

In the upside down Robin, Steve and Nancy were discovering just how effective this hive can be at multitasking. And how it punishes trespassers. Normally it would settle for simply strangling or crushing them on the stairs they were ensnared, but Vecna fed of fear. And nothing brought greater fear than separating the trio so none of them could see what befell the others.

First to disappear was Steve, who was dropped to the landing floor only to be dragged away. Nancy and Robin screamed for him until he vanished into a dark room. He fought against the vines valiantly but they overwhelmed the young man, his flailing limbs getting tangled up until he found his hands tied behind his back as he knelt on the floor. He tried to keep a defiant façade, looking the slithering vines directly as they wrapped around him and tugged at his jacket and jeans. He squirmed and struggled, calling out to Nancy promising he’ll save her. His calls were silenced by a thick tentacle wrapping around his throat choking him, pulling his head back to look up and see another dripping tentacle lowering from the ceiling. He grit his teeth once more trying not to show how scared he was, not even as his clothes were torn open so more vines could infiltrate his outfit and slither over his slim build. He grimaced when he felt a tentacle find his penis and balls, coiling around them uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure what these pervy vines were trying to do but it wasn’t going to work.

It turned out what these pervy vines wanted was to violate this man through any available hole. And his most vulnerable became his anus as a tentacle found his back door and used it. Steve gasped in horror at the unnatural intrusion (not that this was the first time he had something shoved up his ass) which gave the tentacle above him an opening to shove itself into his mouth. His eyes widened as he got two tentacles stuffed into him and a third wrapped around his cock trying to coax it to grow. This was worse than he could’ve imagined, twisting his head biting down on the vine to try and get it out. But it ignored his attempts to force it out and proceeded to pound the man’s ass and mouth violently, using him as its own personal plaything much to his dissatisfaction.

Yet, to some perverse degree, Steve’s body found something favorable about it because his cock stiffened into an erection the tentacles could wrap around and squeeze, which made the young man groan louder. He closed his eyes and felt tentacles tickling his balls, maybe ready to crush them, as the tip of another flicked at his urethra. He prayed they didn’t try anything he was thinking. But he also refused to scream or beg. If he had to suffer through this obscene torture to get to Vecna, then he’ll fuck whatever they threw at him.

Robin, in comparison, wasn’t as inclined. But she didn’t get as much as a choice either as she was pulled back down the stairs they came up. The last thing she saw was Nancy, who was staring back in fear as the second of their team vanished before her eyes.

Robin expected her trip down the steps to be bumpy, but the vines covering the staircase made it more of a slide with all the slimy textures. She still yelped as vines caught her along the way, scratching her skin as her jacket and shirt was caught. She didn’t realize anything was wrong until her ride changed course as vines yanked her up by the ankles, suspending her from the ceiling like a pendulum. She gasped at the sudden shift in gravity, her jacket falling from her arms along with her torn top leaving her torso exposed. She looked down (up) at her chest and squeaked. The one day I forget to put a bra on. She quickly cast an eye around, hoping Steve didn’t get a glimpse at her. She scrambled to her pants, still on but oddly bunched above her bum. She failed to pull them back into place and instead pulled herself up to claw at the vines around her ankles.

That proved to be a mistake as more vines extended to her wrists, trapping her hands with her feet leaving her hanging from the ceiling. It turned out the reason for her pants being where they were wasn’t an accident. It left her ass and pussy open for intrusion. Something Robin discovered when a pair of tentacles slithered down and around her arms and legs to approach her vulnerable sex. She snapped at them to back off, even remarking she wasn’t into cock shaped things in her pussy. They ignored her, both probing her sex brushing her entrance. Robin grit her teeth as she felt them stroke her folds, hissing as one penetrated her pussy roughly. Then she winced as the second followed it’s twin inside, stretching her cunt wider. Two tentacles in one hole.

More tentacles slithered down from the ceiling to explore Robin’s body, running down her bare back and arms while she suppressed the moans of being fucked by these two tentacles. They thrust in and out alternatively, ensuring she remained full at all times. She tried not to enjoy it. She was gay and this was not on her agenda. But if this is what having a cock, a pair of cocks, felt like, maybe she should take Steve up on his offer someday.

More tentacles wrapped around her body, two finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly. That was more up her alley and she moaned accordingly. A third tentacle slithered over her stomach and began thrusting between her breasts, which was a weird sensation. She expected one of these to go for her mouth, but they never did.

Her ass, on the other hand, was wide open. She didn’t see it, but she soon felt a tentacle thicker than any of the others push against her anus making her tense up. After some thrusting it managed to squeeze its way inside her body, making the girl cry out in discomfort and alarm. It thrust roughly, fucking her in the ass while the two in her pussy sped up. She screamed and moaned as she swung from the ceiling, unable to figure out if she was repulsed or turned on by her ordeal. Possibly a little of both.

Nancy’s experience was much, much more different that her friends. For you see, she had history with Vecna. She just never realized it. He soon helped her remember as the vines wrapped around her. She heard him in her head again. At least she was sure he was in her head. Maybe she was imagining it, her adrenaline making her hallucinate. She heard him whisper to her, asking if she remembered him. Remembered this.

She was taken from the wall after Steve and Robin disappeared, suspended in the air by dozens of vines. She watched them wrap around her, explore under her clothes. She struggled against them, but her body betrayed her. She tried not to relax but the tentacles, as rough as they were, stimulated her in ways Jonathan couldn’t. Do you remember this? Vecna asked her as she whimpered, trying not to remember. Not even as her fighting spirit faded and her clothes were removed, her trousers pulled down her legs and her top lifted over her head, her underwear torn away. She closed her eyes to resist. But when she opened them, she was tied up, her wrists bound above her head, her legs spread, vines around her waist and thighs and shoulders, a slim one around her neck. They held tightly enough to hold her up, but not to restrict her as her body rocked against the tentacles caressing her skin. Do you remember? the voice in her head echoed.

She did remember, and she wished she didn’t.

She remembered the first time she stumbled into the Upside Down, looking for Will and crawling through a tree. She remembered it was the first time she saw the Demogorgan, as they called it. She remembered the story she told Jonathan after he helped get her back.

What she didn’t tell him, however, was that she was caught near the portal by vines just like these. They snared her feet, sent her to the ground, and then attacked her. Before she could do anything she was pinned to the ground, vines around her wrists, her waist and neck. She was terrified. Then they got into her clothes, found her breasts, her pussy, and it got worse. They raped her while Jonathan was calling her name. But she remembered it felt…good. Somewhere, in the fear, she enjoyed it. Her screams became moans and she was rocking her hips against the tentacle in her cunt to drive it deeper. She couldn’t explain why but it turned her on, so much so she had wet dreams about it weeks after. She wondered if she actually managed to escape that trap or of the vines let her go. Whatever the truth, she repressed the memory and never told anyone.

It came back to her as, once more, her pussy was penetrated by the same vines. She gasped at the intrusion, but she didn’t scream. She moaned, her body swallowing it deeply, welcoming the intrusion. You do remember? that voice growled.

“Yes” she mumbled under her breath as more tentacles ensnared her. She felt her boobs being molested, her nipples teased as they became hard as rocks. She arched her spine as the tentacle inside her found her cervix, brushing against it trying to coax it open. Another tentacle slipped into her rear and thrust into her anus as deep as it could go. She cried out in pleasure, clinging to the vines holding her hands. Her body rocked in their grasp, need and unholy desire overcoming her. She felt a tentacle brush her bottom lip so she let it in, opening her mouth wide to suck on the slimy extension. Out of the three of them, Nancy became the only one to consent to the violation Vecna brought upon her.

Yet somewhere, in his twisted mind, that made it all the sweeter. It meant he could have his way with her however he pleased and she’d let him. He could manifest inside her thoughts like he did when he showed her his past, claim her body like he had wanted to when she was tied to that chair watching his origin. She would close her eyes and feel his pretenses, his body hovering over her as he ravished her, and her broken mind would crave it. He raped her mind, body and soul and fed on her fear and arousal as she climaxed to his twisted advances.

***

Vecna closed his eyes and savored the agony, pleasure and torment from his captives as he violated and abused their minds and bodies. Raping the three intruders on his doorstep was enjoyable, but dominating the teenagers in his domain was even better. He enjoyed the anguish of Eleven’ face as she watched him overwhelm Max before her eyes, her body suffering his brutal revenge as he brought it upon her. Max lost all sense of resistance as he engulfed her, his vines encasing her slowly while he inserted his tentacles into her through her young pussy and mouth. Her eyes rolled into her skull as she swallowed him, her body trembling uncontrollably.

***

In the physical world, Max’s body mirrored her mental one as he shuddered and shook in mid air, the smallest noise from her throat indicating she was choking on something. Lucas was still fighting his captain, so he wasn’t there to save her as Vecna’s powers overtook her and began twisting her limbs unnaturally.

***

Mike and Will were watching Eleven, growing more and more concerned. She was shaking uncontrollably too, her breathing becoming heavy pants as she remained locked in her trance. They could tell something was wrong, but short of calling to her and offering emotional support they couldn’t do anything else.

***

It turned out emotional support was what El needed. She heard them across the mindscape, their connection fueling her resolve as she reached inside, pushed through the pain and pressure and drew on her powers for strength. She used them and managed to break free of the restraints holding her back, letting out a bellowing scream as she threw her hands out towards Vecna.

He turned in surprise to witness this before being thrown backwards through a nearby pillar. He was yanked away from Max, who slumped against the vines which suddenly retracted out of her in response. Vecna slammed into the wall, the world around them rippling before it shattered entirely. Eleven watched the monster disappear as the connection was lost.

***

In the physical world, Max fell back down to the ground to be caught by Lucas, having finally defeated his opponent and preventing him for harming either of them.

***

Thousands of miles away, Eleven breathed a little easier, putting Mike and Will at ease.

***

In the upside down, the vines released the trio in the halls. For Robin and Steve it was a welcome relief as they hurried to get their clothes back on and rush back to each other. Nancy took a moment longer to recover, a little disappointed her impending orgasm was interrupted as she collapsed to the floor. She heard Steve calling her name and scrambled to get dressed, just managing to compose herself by the time he and Robin reached her. She convinced them she was alright, relieved they were okay to. The retrieved their weapons and advanced on the recovering Vecna, delivering some payback to try and destroy him once and for all.

***

In the end it all proved in vain. Vecna got away and Max ended up succumbing to her injuries, her death opening the gateway between Hawkins and the Upside Down. Eleven fell to her knees next to Lucas through her telepathic link, weeping for her friend. Unwilling to give up on her, she used everything she had to try and save her, to bring her back. She was able to help get her heart beating, leaving her in intensive care by the time she, Mike, Will and Jonathan returned to Hawkins. She came to her bedside, once again using her powers to try and reach her. But it was like she wasn’t there. She promised she’ll get her back, that she’ll save her, waiting until she was alone before kissing Max on the forehead with tears in her eyes.

Whatever happened, she will get her back.

 

Notes:

I’m going to put a TO BE CONTINUED…
But we'll all have to wait until we see where Season 5 takes us.

Thanks for reading audience.

Chapter 7: Door Two

Summary:

Max recounts her story to Holly as they remain hidden inside their prison.

Max was really happy to finally have someone to talk to. After who knows how long stuck in Vecna’s mind by herself, she was going crazy. But now Holly was here too. She would take anyone else to talk to instead of the blank echoes she’d come to rely on when she wasn’t running away from Henry.

She gave the young girl a tour of her cave, which she’d outfitted with all manner of furnishings from other memories. It wasn’t too bad. The only thing she couldn’t smuggle through the entrance of the cave was a bed so she had to sleep on the most comfortble rock she could find. “So you’ve been here all this time” Holly asked in disbelief. She didn’t blame the girl’s confusion. In the real world she was lying in a coma.

“Near enough” she nodded. “Before that I was trying to map this labyrinth of a maze. I got pretty could at tracking down all the shortcuts. I don’t get to go out too often lately, knowing Henry is keeping an eye on me. But he won’t come in here. Not sure why. I stopped caring after a while. But he keeps the path through my memories guarded pretty tight.”

“Your memories? I thought you said this was his mind” she asked.

“It is” she nodded, gesturing to one of the chairs while she perched herself on a rock. Once Holly was seated she explained “when I first got here, I was in his memories. I didn’t realize it was a memory at first. But considering I didn’t recognize the room I was in, I knew it wasn’t good.”

*

The first room she woke up in she figured out was Hawkin’s lab. She recalled the descriptions from her friends of how it looked. The children’s play area in a sterile Enviroment was eerie, even without the dead kids in hospital gowns. She saw the numbers on their arms and deduced this was where Eleven had been raised. She didn’t want to imagine her growing up in such a horrible place.

She ran for the exits immediately, only to find herself in a school next. Not just any school, however. She was in the past. At least thirty years in the past. She walked the halls and heard students calling out names including Joyce Byers and Harrington (Steve’s dad, she assumed). It was surreal walking the halls next to the teenage versions of adults. She never saw Henry hear though. He must be in a different part of the school.

She checked each of the classrooms and doors along her way, looking for the exit. She figured out the actual exit doors weren’t going to cut it in this maze, so she went exploring. She found a young Jim Hopper smoking a joint in a science room. She was half tempted to snap it from his lips just to get a reaction. But she figured out nobody here would notice her. She was invisible to them, intangible even. She could interact with objects, but any contact with the people would phase through them like they were fog. She still walked around them out of habit though.

*

Holly listened to Max’s account of the school. “Wait, so…were my parents there too?”

“Sure” she nodded.

“what were they doing” she asked curiously.

*

Max stood in the doorway of the room that would become the AV club, staring with mild curiosity as a young Mr Wheeler felt up a young Mrs Wheeler while thrusting between her legs rocking the table they were sitting on. Her moans echoed around the room and Max glanced out into the hall wondering how nobody heard the girl’s screams as she came over the boy’s dick.

*

She hesitated before answering. “Just…hanging out. You know, like you would with your friends” she said vaguely.

Holly nodded, appearing satisfied with that answer. “So how did you find your way out?”

“Well, after…I’m not sure how long, I had just about circled back around to where I started” she explained, recalling how she ended up back in the lap. “But then I heard her.”

“Who?”

“Kate Bush.”

“Is she a friend of yours?”

Max smirked. “Oh yes. A very good friend. I followed her voice and I found a path had hadn’t before. It took me through my memories. Or rather, my memories from the moment Henry made contact with my mind. When he attacked me, like he did with you.”

*

Max remembered how she found her way into the classroom when she first started getting nosebleeds, realising this was when Henry chose her. It was just before she started getting the headaches, weeks before she realized Vecna had cursed her. She looked up from herself, sitting at that desk, and glimpsed him in the window watching her. She clenched her fist and marched over to him, but he was gone. So she turned and followed the music out of the room.

*

“Henry only sees the bad memories” Max explained. “But if you look hard enough, you can find the good ones too.

*

Max had been walking through echo after echo, facing her trauma with every step. But she clung onto hope as she followed the sound of her favorite song, charming her broken life as she retraced her steps.

But each bad memory had an echo of a good one lingering somewhere. She crossed through a doorway and found herself in her trailer. She looked outside when she heard the dog barking and found her past self feeding the dog. She knew this moment because she looked across the park and saw Eddie leading Chrissie into his trailer. This was just before Vecna killed her. She didn’t realize she was going to be one of the last people to see Chrissie alive.

She turned away from the window, following the music. But along the way, she saw the narrow corridor leading to her bedroom. There was doors either side of her, one to her mom’s room and the other the bathroom. It was a small trailer.

She walked long and heard voices coming from the room on her left. She peered inside and found herself looking into another memory. This one came later. It wasn’t one of her finest, but it made the red haired girl smile. It was after she was saved from the curse the first time. It was Mike’s basement, where they had regrouped following the cemetery incident. Everyone had been super worried about her and been taking shifts to watch her all night. She got so frustrated she crawled into Eleven’s old sleeping area where Lucas had joined her. Then Dustin had caught them and she agreed to let him join them. She watched herself let the boys spit roast her while she wore those headphones, music blasting in her ears. Listening to the boys babble and grunt and whimper while they had sex with her, it turned out that was for the best. “Gross” she muttered, but couldn’t help the smile or the tears falling down her cheek.

A gasp escaped the gap in the room on her right. She turned and curiously poked her head into that room. This was seemed to be an outlier. She recalled this memory immediately, but it was months earlier. But then it counted as a bad memory because it was days following Billy’s death. She had been a mess. She had been crying while pretending to be fine in front of her friends. Then she had found El in Will’s old room reading a letter Hopper had written her. She found her crying, so they wept together.

Only this moment wasn’t the crying so much as the comforting. She saw the two of them on the bed, naked and kissing, their bodies entangled intimately. Tears flowed from their eyes while they made out, sobbing between kisses. Max remembered it was an emotional time for them both. They were saying goodbye. This was the last time I saw her, she recalled.

No, not the last time.

She stepped away from the door, closing it to give the two girls some privacy. She continued down the corridor to her bedroom where Kate Bush was still leading her. She looked around, wondering where she was going next. Her eyes fell on the mirror above the desk. She walked over and found it was cracked, like it had been fore. The glass was split in two.

When she sat down, however, she found two reflections looking back at her. In one half she saw a replay of one of her nights having sex with Lucas. She immediately felt guilty because she was so emotionally distant by that point it wasn’t passion or love she was feeling. She had been numb, using him to escape her own head. And yet he was always there for her, making love to her while she ran away inside herself. But her guilt intensified when she saw the other reflection, the other half of the mirror showing her that last time she saw El. She had found her in her mind, inside a memory she when she was happiest (her first kiss with Lucas). She had found her and they had kissed and then they were fucking at the snow ball. Full on having sex inside a memory until Vecna showed up to interrupt.

Seeing those two moments side by side suddenly brought to light what had been weighing on her for so long. On one side there was Lucas. On the other there was Jane. Two people she care so much about. One was her boyfriend. The other was her best friend. And yet her heart ached for them both and was breaking because of them both.

*

Holly noticed Max had zoned out in the middle of telling her story. “Are you okay” she asked with concern.

Max lifted her head. She was still wrestling with that moment she’d been confronted with in that memory. At the time she felt guilty. She had cheated on Lucas with El, after all. But then she wasn’t sure if she felt the same about her. But it didn’t stop hurting. She had missed her chance to escape and now she was trapped. And every night she was tormented by that ache in her chest. She missed them. Both of them. She would toss and turn in her sleep wondering if she’d ever see them again. Then she’d walk to the opening next to her and scream in anguish and rage, despair and grief.

She was alone. She and a boyfriend and a best friend once. Now she was alone.

It finally hit her that night when she screamed and cried herself into a whimpering ball. She loved them. She loved them both and she was never going to see either of them again. Not even in her memories now that Henry had blocked them from her.

She wiped her cheek and composed herself. She looked Holly dead in the eye. “I had resigned myself to door two. But now that you’re here, door three is back on the table again” she said reassuringly.

She wasn’t sure if that was true. But she had to believe there was a chance. A chance to find her way back to her body. Back to Lucas. Back to Eleven. Back home.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 13 of 2022 Exclusives
• Part 2 of Tales from Hawkins