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The Dark Path (Rock bottom Ch 4)

6k | Corey x Michael, Michael x Reader. NSFW

Something for everyone! Pt. 1: Beefcake Corey pumps iron. Pt. 2: Corey & Michael kill Mulaney. Michael on Corey. Pt. 3: Michael fucks (Y/N). Corey can't contain himself.

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Ch 4 Part 1

Outside (Y/N)’s house, Corey walks around to the backyard. He bends down to pick up his heavy wrench from the dying grass. The cold metal slides and clinks into place as he moves. He imagines what it would have been like to kill the sad sack if Michael hadn't gotten to him first.

He goes to collect his backpack and sees a shape in the woods. His heart skips a beat. It feels like Michael is close. The shape walks in the opposite direction.

Corey gets on his motorcycle. His huge hands make it look like a toy bike from certain angles. He cranks the gas with a twist of his thick wrist. It’s a cold ride, and his large knuckles turn red and white.

Instead of going home, he rides to the Allen family’s abandoned mansion. He keeps some things hidden there for whenever he needs to get away from Joan. He puts on clean underclothes and takes a nap before work.

His day goes by in a haze of want. His clothes are clean, but he can still feel the essence of Michael and (Y/N) enrobing his cock.

At work, he's distracted and lets the hood of a Buick slam on his masculine hand. It doesn’t hurt, but the shock of it makes him yell. Ronald is worried about him - he's barely been coming home lately.

Corey is assigned scrap duty for the rest of the day. He heads behind the shop to their secondary scrapyard with a clipboard. He trudges through a sea of cars, most of them with no tires, parked on white granite rocks that gleam and blind him and crunch under his boots. Hoods are open, doors are off. A lot of models are from the 90s or 00s but some are older. He updates the part inventory as he walks. It’s boring.

Corey prefers challenging manual labor to tedious paperwork. Being a mechanic lets him use his engineering knowledge and curiosity while getting to touch and explore and fix things. He’s very good with his hands, and his hands are made for the job.

Doing inventory is mind-numbing. He has too much pent up energy and has to pass the time. At the back of the scrapyard, there's a bumper leaning against a 90s Saturn. He puts his clipboard down on the seat of a picnic table in the shade and takes his sleeves off, tying them around his waist. His nipples say it's too cold for this, but he doesn't feel it.

He hauls the bumper on his sculpted shoulder with one massive hand bracing it. He mounts the table, ass-first and his thighs and groin press up into the fabric of his jumpsuit as he scoots back and stretches out into place. He lays back and rests the car part on his sturdy chest. He spreads his thick fingers to get a good grip, then bench presses it.

His stamina is impressive and it takes a minute to even feel the burn. It starts in his hard pecs and spreads to his thick arms. As the bumper grows heavier, he breathes harder, winces, and his feet start to move. His white undershirt rides up and he can feel the air on his lower abs and V. He pauses at the top to steady his arms and breathe, his cheeks puffing out with air. He does a few more reps and discards the bumper.

His biceps bulge out of his white sleeves. The sleeves have ridden up to show his paler skin. He takes a rest then grabs a tire. The veins in his hands pump.

He firmly plants his feet in the gravel and sticks his glutes out for proper form. He holds the tire in front, bracing it with his large hands on each side, his hard triceps flexing. His empty jumpsuit sleeves loosen around his hips as he squats, but the pants are held up by his ass. His quads burn as he digs his boots into ground for leverage and continues squatting.

From the shop, he hears, "Corey! Lunch is here!" He sets down the tire with a thud and lets it roll away. It comes to rest against a Ford Bronco.

Corey pulls on his sleeves and goes to the office. He devours a footlong meatball sub, holding it with both hands, bracing his elbows on the break room table, his forearms flexing, mouth full, jaw and Adam's Apple moving with each bite.

He spends the rest of his break in the garage. He sits with his big legs spread, an elbow braced against his knee and curls a heavy tool box with just three fingers because the handle isn't big enough. He squints with every bulge of his bicep as he pumps, until he realizes his glasses are fogged and his armpits are damp all the way down the sides of his jumpsuit.

After lunch, at the back of the scrapyard, he does lunges, holding a tire. He lunge-walks down a row of cars, turns the corner and comes back through another row. His jumpsuit strains at the seat each time he comes down. He keeps going until he feels his lower back sticking to his jumpsuit with cold sweat, potentially drawing attention to his prominent glutes.

His face is hot. His curls are damp and matted to his forehead. A bead of sweat rolls down his thick, tan neck. He catches his breath and picks up the clipboard again.

After work, Corey goes home and instantly regrets it. A few days ago when he didn't come home, Joan was beside herself. This time, she's unhinged. Her northern accent intensifies into a monologue that doesn't end until Corey leaves.

"Who's been taking advantage of my baby boy?! Who?! I can smell her on you, Corey. She doesn't love you! You know none of them care about you, Corey. You're handsome. You're sensitive. They should be so lucky. Your mother loves you, Corey! Come home to your mother! What's happening to my baby boy?!"

His deep, gruff voice interrupts her painful whine. "I'M FINE, MA," is all he says.

"OH MY GOD, COREY, YOUR NECK!"

Corey opens the fridge.

"OH, COREY, I'm so sorry. Let me go buy you some chocolate milk! I’ll be right back, you stay right here." She grabs her wallet and nods to herself like that’s going to fix everything. Then she remembers, "Oh, you know what? Do you want some custard? There's some custard in the fridge!" She puts her arms on his hulking back and arms.

So now boys who keep secrets get custard. Too little too late. “No thanks, Ma.” She grabs her keys off the wall, distressed.

Corey goes upstairs to wash. He plugs the drain and turns on the water. He looks in the mirror as the bath fills. His jumpsuit hugs his broad shoulders and chest. He peels it off, followed by his soaked undershirt. His muscles are still pumped up. His neck is still red from Michael choking him.

His large fingers graze the marks on his neck. It turns him on, but he's saving himself, and he can't relax with Joan like this. (Y/N) hadn't even mentioned his neck. She must have known. His eyes well up as her essence fades away in the bath. Being inside her felt like being sucked by an angel. They’ve barely explored each other. The things they could do.

When Corey pulls the plug to drain the bath, Joan yells right outside the door, "COREY?! Are you alright?!"

“I’M FINE, MA,” he says again. He changes into jeans and a button-up shirt. The stairs rumble as he lets his weight carry him down.

"I've gotta go, Ma." Joan grabs him and forcefully kisses him on the lips as he leaves. It's like she's afraid it's the last time she'll see him. Maybe it will be, he thinks.

Corey picks Allyson up on his motorcycle. Her small arms wrap around his ample torso. Part of him would rather feel Michael’s bulky arms, just to know what it’s like to feel small.

Corey didn’t have a dad growing up. By the time Joan met Ronald, Corey was becoming a man. It was all handshakes and pats on the back, an occasional brief hug if he needed one. He’s never known the true embrace of a man’s strong arms.

Being close to Allyson reminds Corey of what he likes so much about her. She has the energy of someone who has lived through hell. She's experienced Michael Myers in spree killer mode. It's clear she came away changed in some way. She must have a dark streak, Corey knows it. He just has to tease it out. The tinder is there. He just needs to light the match.

Allyson's arms feel good around him. He wants to have her as his own, but he also wants to feel understood. It’s not possible for Allyson to understand him the way (Y/N) does. The way he thinks Michael might. If Corey can tempt Allyson onto the dark path, she’ll understand. Then he can have it both ways - someone of his own, and someone who understands.

He longs to bring Allyson over, but the notion also feels dangerous for Michael, and therefore Corey, thanks to Laurie Strode. Laurie is Michael's most dangerous predator.

At the diner, Corey pretends to study the menu, but he always gets a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake. What he's really doing is weighing his options with Allyson.

Aside from the threat of Laurie, monogamy is Corey's other point of hesitation. He assumes Allyson would expect it. A few days ago, he would have expected it. He would have embraced it, loved it. It was his natural inclination. But now, he doesn't know if he can help himself.

It's not just Michael that he wants to stay open to. The idea of not being with (Y/N) again is physically painful. He's thinking about her more than he expected. Corey still wants Michael to own him – if that's what it takes. But Corey loves pussy, too. Why can't he have it all?

Corey wasn’t like this before, or if he was, he didn’t realize it. He certainly didn’t act on it. This uninhibited appetite all started with Michael's hands around his neck.

When Corey first met (Y/N) in 2019, that was almost a year after the botched transfer from Smith’s Grove, so she already knew Michael. Michael already knew her. For all Corey knows, she was a choir girl before Michael let her survive.

Corey decides he'll give Allyson a tour of the dark path, and whether she stays on it is up to her. He starts by baring his soul as they eat. He shares enough of his darkness to intrigue her and be truly vulnerable. His dark eyes fill with genuine tears.

He devours his burger, grease dripping down both of his strong, sculpted hands. He listens to Allyson, and she seems to feel the same. He sinks his teeth into the despair that underpins her story. Haddonfield has chewed them up and spit them out. As he slurps the last of his chocolate milkshake, things seem to be coming together.

They each have their own reasons, but it seems like he and Allyson want the same thing, in principle: to burn it all down. Destroy the town that destroyed them. She may not realize what this looks like to Corey, but it’ll come with time. He’ll make a bad girl out of her.

When Doug Mulaney tries to start some shit at the diner, Corey knows what he has to do, but he’s tempted to take him on man-to-man right there.

Corey’s always been equipped to handle himself, but there was a terrible irony. Before the accident, he never really needed to defend himself. Afterwards, he did, but he couldn’t risk appearing aggressive or even capable of harm.

Post-accident, he would cower all the time, and when he got bullied or roughed up, he’d take it like a punching bag. He was afraid of hurting anyone. It would feel bad and also be the talk of the town. Things would get even worse for him.

Physically though, he was always more than capable. God gave him a sturdy frame, and on top of that, he works out.

For as long as he can remember, he's been starting his morning with push-ups just to feel the burn in his pecs, then he flips over and brings his fingers to his curly hair and does crunches.

He has a pull-up bar on his bedroom door. He can watch an entire episode of the Regular Show while doing pull-ups and chin-ups. He doesn’t even keep count.

He likes to feel his shoulders and triceps harden; his biceps and forearms bulge. He bends his knees and crosses his ankles behind himself to fit in the door frame. Then, for a different burn in his ample thighs, he brings his legs in front.

He spends his downtime working out, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it. It feels good and it's an escape.

Doug Mulaney, on the other hand, looks like he probably sits in his patrol car all day. While Mulaney is eating donuts and writing tickets, Corey spends his work day lifting heavy objects and using industrial sized tools. His hands and arms are so powerful that he can lift a tire overhand, palm-down, like a tote bag. Doug needs a gun to protect himself. Pussy.

Corey could absolutely take Doug Mulaney one-on-one, but he has to resist. He’s been looking for prey to bring Michael, and he found it.

He drops Allyson off at home. They share a steamy kiss that makes Corey hard. She’s obviously keen to get him into bed, but Corey is too focused. Another dose of the warm and fuzzy hormones will help bring her over where she needs to be, but not right now.

Ch 4 Part 2

Mulaney makes it too easy by tailing Corey on his way home. It will take no effort at all to bait him into the lair. At the very least, Corey will get to watch Michael even closer. If Corey is really lucky, maybe he'll get the (Y/N) treatment - pinned to the wall by Michael's most precious weapon.

Corey is still trying to wrap his head around Michael as a sexual entity. If the kill is what turns him on, Corey needs to be the closest person in vicinity when he kills. He parks his bike under the overpass.

Corey baits Mulaney through the encampment and toward the drain and visualizes what the kill will be like. He reflects on Michael’s last kill - the one he witnessed - and realizes Michael never even stabbed the guy. It was boss the way he strangled him with the floor lamp, but when he finished him off from arm’s length with a single slash, Michael almost looked bored.

Watching Michael kill was exhilarating, but watching him really come to life and stab someone, blood splattering on Corey’s neck – the thought of it hardens him more. With Corey bringing the prey, surely Michael will let him participate in the kill.

Mulaney follows Corey through the sewer, into the cavern, searching with his flashlight and taunting Corey out loud. The bright light lands on devious Corey.

Michael emerges from the shadows but doesn’t pounce. He looks feeble, almost confused, like Corey is interrupting his nap. Or maybe, he's letting Corey take the lead.

Corey has never felt so alive as he prepares to slash with Michael. He weakens and disorients Mulaney, incurring only a bloody nose and mouth in the process. He’s tempted to go all-in, but it's Michael’s turn. Michael moves slowly. Corey can’t wait to see him work.

Michael’s shrunken posture makes Corey look even larger. He urges, "Get up, get up, GET UP!" Michael pulls a rusted knife from the wall and Corey's body tingles with anticipation from his nipples to his groin. "Show me how," he says. "I need you to show me!" There are so many things he wants Michael to show him.

Michael swings. Mulaney stumbles back against Corey's broad chest. They fall to the ground, Mulaney’s weight spread across Corey’s sturdy body. Michael lunges toward them. Corey curls his big arms under Mulaney's, which are thin in comparison. He braces for impact, breathing heavily as he watches the Shape’s every move.

Michael wields the old rusted knife like a dagger. He raises the blade then plunges it into Mulaney's chest. Corey feels the tense body relax into dead weight in his arms. Corey breathes heavily and rapidly, spellbound. He doesn't take his eyes off Michael as the blood drains from their prey. Michael yanks out the knife, splattering blood across Corey's face. His arousal swells.

Something comes over Michael. He tenses and adjusts his grip on the knife. The black holes of the mask seem to look into Corey like the first time they met. Corey understands.

He braces Mulaney against his chest, and Michael thrusts the blade into him again. And again. Corey's eyes follow the blade. He savors the vantage point of Michael shafting into him. It has the same energy as Michael’s final thrusts into (Y/N). Every time Michael plunges the blade into Mulaney, Corey's solar plexus shoots rays of pleasure into his whole body. He could not imagine a more erotic experience.

Michael takes one step back and slowly stands up straight. Corey lets go of Mulaney and the dead weight slumps to the ground. Corey's jeans tighten with desire. His ass tingles. His chest heaves and he wipes saliva and blood from the corners of his mouth as he watches Michael. Corey's cock is throbbing.

Michael rolls his shoulders back and seems to reach an even darker frequency. Corey's eyes gravitate to Michael's crotch, which appears to bulge, just as Corey expected. It's not just his crotch, though. His muscles appear to pump, too.

Michael's arms and shoulders flex and he begins to quiver with energy. The tired old man from moments ago is a distant memory. Corey takes in Michael's entire form. His sculpted arms are visible through his sleeves. The stabbing has reanimated his truest self.

Corey aches to be filled. There's a space deep in his core that can only be filled by Michael. He flattens his massive hand against his clothed erection and winces while he waits for Michael's next move. The base of his shaft contracts and a wave of pleasure blooms deep in his core. He's afraid he might come in his pants, but he's not ready.

The last time Corey was in the sewer, the mask penetrated his eyes. Michael injected something intangible and indescribable into him that day. Corey, who was on the verge of disappearing, was transformed instead. Now he’s dying for Michael to penetrate him deeper. Turn him darker, freer. He can almost feel it happening.

Michael turns his head slightly. The fingers of his free hand twitch. Corey tries not to take his eyes off Michael as he begins to unfasten his own belt, thrusting into his own wide wrist as he does it. He's so hard.

Michael steps closer. His breath is loud behind the mask. He raises the knife. Corey reflexively scrambles to his feet and backs away until his back is flat against the wall. His unbuttoned jeans are held up only by the excruciating swell in his briefs. Michael raises the knife to Corey's sculpted throat and closes the distance between them.

Michael presses the side of the cold metal blade against Corey's thick neck, from his Adam's Apple to his jaw. It’s angled upward, with Michael’s large, leathered hand near Corey’s ear. The blade follows the hickey-like bruises from Michael's fingers. Michael takes a final step, and his foot is between Corey's feet.

Michael's sturdy thigh presses into Corey’s rock-hard, pulsating arousal. Corey can't help but thrust against him. Michael presses the knife harder against Corey’s throat, making him cough.

Corey feels something move against the bottom right edge of his abs. He's overcome with arousal to realize it’s Michael's cock, straining the leg of his jumpsuit, spanning from Corey’s lower abs to his thigh. It's thick and hard, like a warm lead pipe. Corey thrusts his aching bulge into Michael's thigh and Michael further presses the blade.

Corey feels a sharp pang of pleasure in his taint. He dares to grind his hip into Michael's engorged length, but Michael presses his own hip swiftly and firmly against Corey so he can no longer move. Corey is aching for relief. If he hadn't come so much in the past day or so, he's certain the sight of Michael's bulging jumpsuit would have made him come already.

Michael shows no signs of wanting his own release. Maybe it’s true what she said, that Michael loves pussy, but that doesn’t mean anything, because so does Corey. And what’s more, here’s Michael pressing an enormous erection into Corey’s body.

Corey tries again to press his body into Michael’s arousal. He wants to feel its warmth, feel it move. Michael’s hardness grows and his body stiffens further. Corey tilts his pelvis in a few small pulses to create friction and stimulate himself. His pre-cum soaks through Michael's jumpsuit.

A car horn blares outside. Michael looks down and away then relaxes the knife slightly, but keeps it against Corey’s skin. With the knife relaxed, Corey gasps and catches his breath.

Michael steps back, separating his jumpsuit from Corey's jeans and observes the wet spots on both of them. Then Michael looks away slightly. Something is distracting him. He sniffs the air.

Dread sets in. What was Corey thinking? Michael let him live and was letting him get close. He trusted Corey, and Corey betrayed him. He must know it. Michael growls almost imperceptibly, as though in agreement, and steps back into him.

Corey feels the blade of the knife rotate and dig in beneath his jaw. Michael could kill him with the flick of his wrist, but he holds it steady. Then, the sharp blade begins to drag slowly, very slowly, but lightly, along Corey's jaw. Corey feels a hot, thin line of blood separate into multiple narrow streams and stream down his neck. This is real.

Corey pleads "no, no, no, not yet" and grinds into Michael’s hard-on as though to show what he can offer. He wants to become one with Michael before he dies.

Michael pauses.

A knock on the drain pipe echoes through the cavern. Michael jerks the blade, slicing Corey's neck as he flings the knife across the cave. Blood oozes out of the slit. It's more than a trickle but doesn't gush. It missed the jugular.

(Y/N)’s voice echoes through the drain pipe. “Are you in there?”

Michael releases him. Without looking back, Michael walks with a purposeful, upright stride to the drainage pipe, then drops to his knees and gets in. It’s the first time he’s seen Michael on his knees, which does something to him. Michael’s lumberjack body fills the drain more than Corey’s, despite Corey’s broad, muscular stature.

Corey suddenly feels cold and unclothed without Michael against him. He listens to the echo of huge, heavy knees on the metal as Michael exits the drain.

Ch 4 Part 3

Rather than follow Michael out of the drain, Corey quickly fastens his belt and tiptoes across the cavern. He hides in a crevasse. Water plinks down from the ceiling. His hard-on is still raging. He’s so high on the kill that he wonders if he’s dead. He can’t believe how well this night has gone, even with blood running down his neck.

Corey killed with Michael. He awakened a higher energy in Michael. It’s nothing compared to the transformation Michael gave Corey, but returning the favor to some small degree makes Corey feel even closer to Michael. Michael not only choked him tonight, but sliced him. Then, astoundingly, pressed his warm, lethal cock against his body.

Corey was lucky. Michael may not have sensed his betrayal after all. The sense of relief dissuades him from pressing his luck any further tonight. He shouldn’t have gotten greedy. He can always see if things escalate next time. Before things go south, he needs to leave.

Corey can’t exit through the main pipe or he might run into them. He doesn’t know what (Y/N) would do or say. He’s almost more afraid of her reaction than Michael’s. If she can’t play it cool, Michael will know.

Corey surveys the dark cave for any sign of another exit and makes his way down the main hall, pressing his wrist against his zipper against his aching want. He considers stopping to jerk off but doesn’t.

He walks quietly but briskly to the end of the cave. He approaches the area with Mulaney on the ground. It looks like a dead end, but once he’s all the way at the wall, a very faint, dusty beam of light catches his eye to the right. He goes through the crevasse with the soft blue light, and sees that it’s a grate up above, not an exit.

Moonlight shines down through the squares above, illuminating a round room. There’s a fire pit and a huge, iron spit in the middle. Bones are stacked up around the edge of the room. It’s like a catacomb. Many of them look old, almost dry, but a few look fresh with bits of tendon clinging onto them. Corey walks around the perimeter. There’s a bone saw against the rock wall and a tin of matchbooks.

He approaches the middle of the room. The fire pit is round and made of smooth, pale stones. The spit has scraps of burned meat stuck to it. Corey steps closer. It smells like barbecue. He looks down into the fire pit. Those aren’t rocks, they’re human skulls. The blood drains from Corey’s face. His heart races and he stumbles backwards but catches himself. This is Michael’s Ossuary and Grill.

Thumping and dragging noises begin to echo from the drain pipe. The thumps are irregular. A faint light begins to bounce around the cave. Corey scrambles to find somewhere to hide as the thumps get louder. He finds a nook between the ossuary and another room in the cavern. He can still see into the ossuary. He hopes the ossuary can’t see into him. The echoing thumps stop.

The artificial light brightens. Footsteps start, and the light moves in rhythm with the steps. There are two sets of footsteps. She asks, “Should I call it in?” Silence. Footsteps. Her voice is getting closer. “Okay. Hey, it’s okay. I just wish I knew who killed Nelson.” The vagabond, Corey realizes. He’s lying dead with a flashlight right outside the tent. That was part of his trap for Mulaney.

The lighter footsteps stop. “Wait, there’s already someone here,” she says. Corey’s heart races and he holds his breath. He can’t see them. He doesn’t know how she knows. Maybe she heard him breathing. Shoes scuff the ground and there’s a rustling sound.

“DOUG MULANEY? Jesus Christ, Michael.” Michael never stops walking. “I don’t even know what to say.” Corey exhales. The lighter footsteps quicken to catch up. "Did he find you?" They're very close.

Corey can see two shapes enter the ossuary, the huge one carrying another figure over its shoulder. Michael's breath is audible. There's a rustling and a loud thump. Duct tape rips off loudly, echoing through the cavern. Corey tries not to look, lest their light catch the reflection of his eyes. The light turns off.

He hears the snap of a match and the wind of a flame. A whoosh followed by crackling. The ossuary is gradually illuminated with a warm, flickering, orange light. It’s quiet for a minute. Too quiet for Corey to move. The warmth of the fire barely reaches Corey but is welcome. The room starts to smell like barbecue.

***

(Y/N) is sitting on the ground against the wall, catching her breath. Out of view, there’s a drag of metal on rock, probably the bone saw. She groans in disgust. "Yeah, think you’ve got this,” she says. “I should get going.”

The saw clatters to the ground. Heavy footsteps cross the room. Michael bends down and grabs her by the throat, then drops to his knees in front of her. He still towers over her, even with his knees spread over her legs. He doesn’t pick her up. Instead, he uses his other hand to jerk her toward him. With the hand around her throat, he forces her back onto the ground.

She chokes as he drags her closer, by the throat. Her torso comes to a stop between Michael’s knees. She manages to sit up on her elbows. She reaches out hesitantly, like she’s trying to catch a wild animal. Michael lets her touch his chest. His grip loosens and she gasps for air.

He sits back on his gargantuan haunches, which puts his clothed erection against her yoga pants. She gasps and looks straight ahead. The blood drains from her face. She reaches for his crotch as if her eyes deceive her. She runs her hand down the fabric, feeling his entire length. It must be the size of her forearm.

“Holy shit,” she says. Corey wonders if he's responsible for Michael's enhanced arousal. Blood rushes to his groin.

Michael cages her to the ground and yanks down her yoga pants. She looks apprehensive. She reaches for Michael’s chest. His hand snatches hers and brings it just below his upturned collar.

He slowly pulls down his zipper with her little hand. Corey's heart races. She tries to stop it but is no match for his strength. He grabs the sides of his upturned collar and thrusts his massive chest forward. The collar and jumpsuit fall back and a more precise silhouette of his back and arms emerge. He lets the long sleeves hang to his sides.

The firelight isn’t great, and the angle isn’t perfect, but from what Corey can see, Michael wears a dark, almost too-small t-shirt. His muscles are utterly unreasonable. His arms are the size of her thighs.

Corey looks around frantically but doesn’t find a better view. He desperately wants to see everything, but this is also his best chance to escape.

Michael's expansive back and empty sleeves obstruct the view of his crotch, but his back in itself is a vision, even under the dark t-shirt. He yanks the rest of her pants off and nudges her legs open with a giant knee, making space for himself.

Finally, Corey catches a glimpse of that monster cock. It’s commanding. Michael lowers himself over her before he can see it in more detail. She moans at the feeling of his naked girth hard against her. She rolls her hips. She must be so wet. But as Michael begins to position himself for entry, she begs, “please," she squirms, "it’s too much.”

Corey reaches for his pants and palms himself desperately with his massive hand. He shifts slightly toward the exit of his nook just in time to see her back arch as Michael shoves himself into her. She groans loudly and his enormous hand grabs her throat. His hulking muscles move gracefully under his shirt as he begins to fuck her. Corey can’t pull himself away.

Michael pushes slowly at first, like he’s letting her accommodate his even larger-than-usual size. She cries and paws at his chest. Every thrust is so powerful. Her legs are spread wide with her knees up. Michael never takes off his mask.

Her face hotly twists in pain. He persists. With time, her cries turn into soft moans and occasional gasps. She reaches up to his chest as she stares into the mask holes. His large hand swallows hers. They’re both sweating by the fireside as Michael's hips powerfully meet hers again and again.

Corey tries to ground himself. If he has any hope of moving things forward, he must make it out of this cave tonight. He backs away slowly. His arousal aches terribly, but he can’t indulge it, not right now. He needs his wits about him.

Michael just barely grunts, and it stops Corey in his tracks. It’s the hottest sound he never thought he’d hear. He steps back to where he was. He has to watch, come what may. He makes himself a deal. He can stay a few minutes if he doesn’t touch himself. Corey wants Michael, but he also wants to be Michael inside of her.

Michael grabs her hips and pulls her into him harder. Her feet come into the air and wrap loosely around him. Her legs are so small against Michael’s body. His rhythm quickens and he leans down closer.

Michael’s arms glisten and bulge out of his short sleeves. His strong forearms slide under her. With an emphatic thrust, he pulls her against him and scoops her up. He sits back on his haunches and holds her tight against himself. He grips her by the waist with her legs draped over his hips and continues to pound into her cunt.

He moves her rhythmically against his lap, jamming her down around his cock every time he thrusts. Her feet stick out behind him and bounce in the air each time she comes down on his shaft. She gasps throatily. Michael’s hands dwarf her. She looks like a doll getting bounced around. Michael breathes heavily and wraps his arms tighter.

Corey wants to fuck her like that. He also wants Michael to wrap his arms around him like that. He feels pre-cum seeping into his jeans. His cock twitches desperately.

Michael moves his hands to her ass and she hangs on around his broad neck, her arms grazing the bottom of his mask. He pulls back his speed, fucking her slower but with just as much power and pipe. After a minute, he slides his hands up her sides to her armpits. His thumbs cross her nipples, palms engulfing her breasts. He brings her down hard on his cock and Michael Myers audibly moans.

It’s too much for Corey. He brings his wrist down to his pants, unsure if he’s trying to stop it or get it over with. At the slightest friction, his cock empties itself in dramatic pulses. It feels like it happens in slow motion. A small gasp escapes his mouth.

She looks in Corey’s direction and her eyes widen just as he steps out of view. Michael keeps fucking her, unaware. Corey's heart pounds. His briefs feel full and warm.

It’s a challenge for Corey to move quietly. He's a big, burly guy. Every step he takes is heavy. He tries his best to silently slink toward the drain pipe. Sounds of animalistic fucking echoing through the cavern, masking his footsteps.

He hears breathing. Groaning. Rubber soles squeaking against wet rock. Fabric scraping the ground. She wails, he grunts.

Corey reaches the pipe and gently crawls into it. He goes very slowly, one big knee at a time, his large, filthy hands spread out in front of him. His knuckles are white. Moonlight is visible ahead. In the distance, behind him, he hears a whine, a choke, a slap, and a scream.

Then, he hears traffic from the overpass and feels cool, fresh air against his face. Just a little further and he steps out of the tunnel and collects himself. He uses his massive palms to brush off his knees. He jogs out of view of the drain. He sees the red truck, and has the passing urge to get inside and wait for (Y/N). But after such a close call, he's committed to not sabotaging himself, at least for now. She'll be sore anyway.

Continue with CHAPTER 5

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BECHLOE WEEK 2023 - Day 7 AND 8

Day 7 (Mafia) and Day 8 ("Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be ok.")

I've decided to combine these two prompts into one. I hope you like what I did with them.

Summary: The FBI has tried to take down Mafia Don Vincenzo "Vinny" Di Papa for several years. It is decided the best way to get close to him is to have someone get close to his daughter, Chloe.

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FBI Field Agent Beca Mitchell sat in the briefing room with several colleagues. Their Team Leader, Supervisory Special Agent Jesse Swanson, has just outlined the plan to put an agent on Chloe resulting in them getting close enough to her father to get the evidence needed to bring him down.

"Think you can handle it, Walp?" SSA Swanson asked.

"I know I can," Agent Chicago Walp said, smirking.

Beca scoffed, and Chicago glared at her.

"You got something to say, Mitchell?" Chicago asked.

"Yes, I do," Beca said, looking at Jesse. "I don't think the plan is going to work."

"Oh," Jesse said. "And why do you think that?"

"I've been studying the daughter, and I don't think she's into men," Beca said. "I know she frequents a number of popular lesbian bars, and I've seen her leaving with women. I think we need a female agent to approach her."

Chicago laughed and said, "I've seen pictures of her, and there is no doubt in my mind that she will go for me. I mean, look at me. She won't be able to resist me."

Beca smirked and shook her head. "Wanna bet on that?"

"You think you're her type?" Chicago asked, laughing again.

"Yes, I do," Beca said. "Why don't we both try and see which one she goes for? Either way, we'll have someone on the inside."

"I got fifty bucks that says she goes for Beca," Agent Stacie Conrad shouted.

"I got fifty that says you're wrong," Agent Bumper Allen said. "And she'll belong to Chicago before the night ends."

Jesse stood shaking his head. "Alright, settle down. We'll do it Beca's way. And I got fifty that says she'll be our inside man."

Beca sat back, smirking as the rest of the team made bets on her and Chicago. It didn't surprise her that the bets were split, with the female agents betting on her and the males, except for Jesse, betting on Chicago.

Jesse stood in front of the team once more and got them quiet.

"The plan starts tonight," Jesse said. "DiPapa's daughter goes by her mother's maiden name, so she's known as Chloe Beale. Remember that because that's the only name she'll answer to."

Jesse picked up folders from the table and handed them to the team. "We have intel that Chloe will be at the Pink Flamingo Lounge tonight at eight with a small group of friends. This will be the best time to approach her and get her interested in one of you. Once one of you has formed a relationship with her, we can bring down her Mafia Don father. This will ultimately disband a drug ring that has taken over the Eastern seaboard. Not to mention getting thousands of guns off the street and closing about a dozen open murder cases."

"Are we going to have other agents in the Lounge?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Jesse said. "Mitchell, you and Walp will go in on your own. Stacie, you and I will be one couple; Bumper, you and Amy will be another. Jessica and Ashley, you'll be in the surveillance van to keep tabs on everything. Everyone watch everything and keep it low profile. Any questions?"

"No," Beca said.

"None here," Chicago said.

"Okay, let's go so we can get ready," Jesse said.

"You got it, boss," Stacie said, winking. "Pick me up at seven, and don't keep me waiting."

Beca and the team laughed.

"Get out of here," Jesse said, chuckling.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Beca arrived at the Pink Flamingo Lounge just before eight. She saw Chloe Beale standing at the door, waiting for her friends. She angled her rearview mirror down and adjusted her hair to ensure her earpiece couldn't be seen. Looking down, she unbuttoned another button on her blouse and plumped her breasts before leaving her car.

"I'm going in," Beca said as she started across the parking lot.

"Roger that," Ashley's voice said in her ear.

"Go get your girl, Beca," Jessica said. "We're rooting for you."

"Don't you girls start counting your money yet," Chicago's voice said.

Beca chuckled. When she looked up, Beca noticed Chloe checking her out. Chloe smiled when she caught Beca's eye; Beca returned the smile, then looked away and continued to the door. She nodded slightly as she walked past Chloe and entered.

Beca went to the bar, took a stool, and ordered a beer. She casually looked around and noticed Chicago sitting near the door, watching her. She raised her glass toward him and smirked. He did the same.

They both turned toward the door when it opened. Chloe came in with three other women and was immediately shown to a table. Beca checked them out as they sat. To Chloe's right was an attractive blonde who looked slightly uptight to Beca. To the left was a tall brunette who looked a couple of years younger than the other women. Across from Chloe was a darker-haired woman who looked like a mean girl. Beca chuckled when she realized that the four could be the cast from the movie "Mean Girls."

Just then, Chicago made his move and walked over to Chloe's table, where he stood for a moment. The girls stared at him.

"May we help you with something?" Beca heard the blonde say.

"I was just wondering if I could buy you ladies a drink," Chicago said.

"No thanks," Chloe said. "We're good."

"Oh, come on, beautiful," Chicago said, putting his hand on the back of Chloe's chair and leaning toward her. "It's just a drink."

"And I said, we're good," Chloe said, pushing Chicago's arm from her chair.

Beca could tell from Chloe's voice that she was already done with whatever Chicago was doing. She asked the bartender where the restrooms were. He pointed them out, and Beca asked for another beer.

"I'll be right back," Beca told him; he nodded, and Beca stood.

She could tell from the conversation that Chicago was getting nowhere with Chloe. Timing it just right, Beca walked behind Chloe as she pushed her chair back to stand. The chair hit Beca, and Chloe turned to apologize immediately.

"Oh, my gosh," Chloe said, taking Beca's arm. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Beca said. "Honestly, no harm done."

"Let me buy you a drink as an apology," Chloe said.

"That's not necessary," Beca said.

"I insist," Chloe said, taking Beca's hand and leading her toward the bar.

Beca looked over her shoulder to see Chicago standing with his mouth agape. She chuckled when she heard the blonde say to him, "You can go now, big fella. You never stood a chance."

"What would you like?" Chloe asked as they reached the bar.

"I actually just ordered a fresh drink," Beca said, holding it up to show Chloe.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?" Chloe asked, looking back at her table. "I want that guy to go away so my friends and I can enjoy our dinner in peace."

Beca saw Chicago look at them, knowing he heard what Chloe said.

"How can I deny a beautiful damsel in distress," Beca said, smiling as she pulled the stool out for Chloe.

They both sat, and Chloe ordered a beer for herself.

"I'm Beca," Beca said, holding her hand out to Chloe.

"Chloe," Chloe said, shaking Beca's hand. "Thank you for this."

"No problem," Beca said as Chicago approached them.

He put his hand on the bar between the two women. Beca looked down at Chicago's hand and then up to his face.

"Dude, what is your issue?" Beca asked.

Chicago ignored Beca and looked at Chloe.

"I thought you didn't need a drink," Chicago said.

"I didn't need a drink from you," Chloe said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to get to know my new friend, Beca."

Chicago looked at Beca; Beca smirked, saying, "I think she just told you to fuck off."

Chicago pushed away from the bar, growling, "Fine."

"Byee," Beca said, waving as he stomped off.

"Pay up, suckers," Amy said, causing a cacophony of cheers and "way to go, Beca" in Beca's ear.

"Quiet down, everyone," Jesse ordered.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but would you like to go out with me sometime?" Chloe asked, biting her lip.

"I'd love to," Beca said, pulling out her phone. "Put your number in here, and I'll call you to set something up."

Chloe took the phone and added her contact info. As she handed Beca her phone, she noticed her friends watching them.

"I should get back to my table," Chloe said.

"Okay," Beca said. "It was nice to meet you. I'll call you."

"Be sure you do," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek before returning to her friends.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

The next day, during the debrief of the night before, everyone was ragging on Chicago for "losing" Chloe to Beca. The team joked and exchanged money to settle their bets.

"Good work last night, Beca," Jesse said.

"Thanks, boss," Beca said. "Um, I plan to call Chloe tonight to set up our first date."

"That's good," Jesse said. "We won't have you wired this time, but we will have agents around if something goes south. Just keep it casual and make sure there's a second date."

"No problem," Beca said, smirking. "The way she looked down my shirt, I'm pretty sure we'll be fast friends."

"I know you'll do whatever you need to do to get evidence against DiPapa," Jesse said. "But be careful you don't fall for Chloe. She's your type, and from everything we've learned about her, she's really a good person despite who her father is. I don't want you or Chloe to get hurt when all this ends."

Beca nodded solemnly. "I hear you, boss."

"Okay," Jesse said. "Ashley, what has DiPapa been up to lately?"

"Things have been unusually quiet," Ashley said. "Although we did intercept a phone call from him to another man, talking about a big score coming up. We haven't identified the other guy yet. And there was insufficient information to determine whether the score is guns or drugs."

"We did put other agents on the wiretaps to listen in 24/7 to see if we can get anything more on it," Jessica said.

"Good," Jesse said. "Keep me updated."

"Yes, sir," Jessica and Ashley said.

"Is there anything else we need to talk about?" Jesse asked, looking around the room to see heads shaking. "Okay then, let's get out of here and get some real work done."

The agents all nodded and started leaving.

"Beca, let me know when and where your date is," Jesse said as Beca was leaving.

"You got it, Jesse," Beca said.

An hour later, Beca sat at her desk, looking at her phone. She had pulled it out to call Chloe when Stacie asked her what she was doing.

"I'm calling Chloe to set up our date."

"No," Bumper interrupted. "You should wait two or three days before you call her."

"I'm supposed to schedule the date as soon as possible."

"But, it's like an unwritten rule to wait," Bumper said.

"No, it's not," Stacie said. "That's something you guys say because you're afraid of rejection."

"No, it's not," Bumper scoffed.

"I don't care what you say," Beca said. "I'm calling her."

Beca pulled up Chloe's contact and placed the call.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Four months later, after getting nothing from their investigation, Beca was shocked by what was happening.

"What exactly is this?" Beca asked, standing before Chloe and holding a jump drive.

"It's a record of all my father's illegal operations," Chloe said, shrugging. "Records of drug and gun smuggling. All the whens and wheres both past and present."

Beca's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are you giving me this?" Beca asked.

"I'm not stupid, Agent Mitchell," Chloe said, causing Beca's eyes to widen more. "Don't look so surprised. I knew who you were two weeks after we met."

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "Your father is a bad guy, and we couldn't figure out another way to bring him down."

"Oh, spare me," Chloe said. "I know what he is and what he's done. That's why I legally changed my name to Beale. I didn't want to be associated with him and his business, but that didn't really help me, did it? You and the FBI are using me, just like my father uses me. For the longest time, I thought I was the family he cared about. But in reality, it was just a smokescreen to hide his Mafia family and the ones he really cared about."

Chloe wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I'll have to take this to my boss," Beca said.

"I figured as much," Chloe said.

"And I want you to come with me," Beca added.

Chloe's head shot up in surprise.

"Why?"

"I think if you testify about what's on here, we'll have a better shot at putting him away for a long time. And you can live your life as Chloe Beale. And not as Chloe DiPapa, daughter of a Mafia kingpin."

Chloe stood quietly for a moment as more tears escaped. She finally nodded.

"I'll testify," Chloe said.

"You will?" Beca asked. Chloe nodded, and Beca said, "Thank you. Would you come with me now?"

Chloe nodded, and Beca reached for her hand; Chloe snatched it away. Beca inhaled sharply and clenched her teeth. She turned and made her way to the door; Chloe followed.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

After securing visitor credentials for Chloe, Beca silently led her to the seventh floor, where her team was housed. Everyone did a double-take when Beca walked in with Chloe. Beca's face was emotionless as she passed by Stacie and approached Jessica; Chloe stopped a few feet behind her.

"Jessica," Beca said, handing her the jump drive. "I need you and Ashley to work with Chloe and go through this to verify its authenticity. I'll get Jesse and the rest of the team together and meet you in the conference room in a few minutes."

"Okay," Jessica said. "Ashley, Miss Beale, please come with me."

Chloe followed Jessica and Ashley. Beca watched her go.

"Beca?" Stacie said, reaching for Beca.

"Don't," Beca said, holding up her hand.

Beca knocked on Jesse's door and entered.

"Chloe Beale has agreed to testify against her father," Beca said, surprising Jesse. "Jessica and Ashley are going through a jump drive she gave me with records of all DiPapa's illegal dealings. I told them we'd meet them in the conference room."

Beca quickly wiped her eyes so Jesse wouldn't see the tears.

"Great work, Beca," Jesse said. "Let's go see the evidence."

Beca slowly stood and followed Jesse. Beca yelped when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled to the side.

"We'll be with you in a minute, boss," Stacie said when Jesse turned back.

Jesse nodded and called out for the rest of the team to follow him to the conference room. Stacie waited until they entered the conference room before turning to Beca. Beca was staring down at the floor.

"Hey," Stacie said, causing Beca to look up. "Are you okay?"

Beca shook her head and wiped her eyes. "Chloe hates me."

"Oh, Beca," Stacie said sadly. "You fell in love with her."

It was a statement, not a question. Beca could only nod.

"I'm sorry," Stacie said. "Why don't you go splash some water on your face, and I'll tell Jesse you'll join us shortly, okay?"

Beca swallowed and nodded. Stacie watched as Beca moved toward the restroom. She sighed and entered the conference room.

"...it looks legit," Jessica said as Stacie entered the conference room and sat. "We should be able to catch his people in the act at one of two locations marked here and here."

Jessica used a laser to point out the two locations on a map.

"He'll have extra men on hand at both those locations," Chloe said quietly. "You'll have to be extremely cautious because he'll start a gunfight to protect his interests."

"Stacie, where's Beca?" Jesse asked.

"She went to the restroom," Stacie said. "She'll be here in a few minutes."

"Okay," Jesse said, turning to Chloe. "I heard you are willing to testify against your father; is that true?"

"Yes," Chloe said.

"Okay, then we're going to put you in protective custody," Jesse said. "I'll have Beca and-"

"No," Chloe said quickly. "Not Beca."

Having heard what Jesse said, Beca walked in as Chloe was speaking.

"She's right," Beca said, sitting as far from Chloe as possible. "It shouldn't be me."

"Are you sure?"

Beca nodded. "Honestly, Jesse, it's best if you assign someone else."

Jesse nodded and turned to Stacie.

"Stacie, you and Chicago will take Chloe into protective custody," Jesse said. "I'll give you the info on the safe house once we're done here. I don't want any leaks from anyone in the department. The three of us will be the only ones to know her location. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Stacie said.

"Understood," Chicago said.

The team reviewed the remaining items on the jump drive for the next hour and developed a plan to take down Vicenzo DiPapa.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

After getting directions to the safe house, Chicago and Stacie escorted Chloe from Jesse's office. The two agents grabbed their "go" bags and headed to the elevator. Chicago used the security key to take them straight to the underground parking garage.

"We'll take you by your place to pack some of your things," Stacie told Chloe. "We'll be at the safe house for a few days, so pack accordingly."

Chloe nodded as they exited the elevator. Chicago led them to a black SUV with darkened windows and got behind the wheel. Stacie got in the back with Chloe. Chloe sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window.

"Whatever you're thinking about Beca, you're wrong," Stacie said.

"You don't know what I'm thinking about Beca," Chloe said as she continued to stare out the window.

"Then enlighten me," Stacie said. "Because the Beca we left upstairs is not the Beca I've known for the past five years. She's in love with you and thinks you hate her."

"I know," Chloe said sadly, finally looking at Stacie. "But it has to be this way so she'll be safe."

"Why wouldn't she be safe?" Chicago asked, looking at Chloe in the rearview mirror.

"Because I know my father better than anyone," Chloe said. "He knew Beca and I were dating and found out she was with the FBI. So he had one of his men tell me she was an agent and to be careful around her. But I already had strong feelings for her and didn't care about her job. And when I discovered she was looking for evidence to use against my father, I knew I had to give Beca what I had to keep her safe because I knew he'd go after everyone I cared about once he learned I intended to be a witness against him. So, I'd rather Beca think I hate her so she'd stay away from me than for him to hurt or kill her."

Chloe wiped a tear from her cheek and continued staring out the window.

"Beca can take care of herself," Stacie said.

"As I said," Chloe said, looking at Stacie. "I know my father and what he's capable of."

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Four days later, Chicago and Stacie were on high alert. Today was the day the FBI would be raiding several of Vinny DiPapa's known properties looking for guns, drugs, and any other evidence that would put him away for good.

"Is Beca a part of the raids?" Chloe asked nervously.

"Yes," Stacie replied.

"Well, if you want to take my father into custody, you should tell your boss that he'll probably be at his home in Atlanta," Chloe said.

"Are you sure about that?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Chloe said. "He can monitor everything that's going on from there. He'll be more vulnerable as he'll send his most trusted men to receive any goods being smuggled in."

"Thanks," Stacie said, pulling out her phone.

Stacie put together a text and sent it.

Beca's phone pinged with a text. She read it and showed it to Jesse.

"Okay," Jesse said. "You're with me. Bumper, you and Amy follow us. We're going in silent. The rest of you have your orders. Let's go."

"On it," Bumper said as he and Amy entered their SUV.

Beca got into another SUV with Jesse. They took off with Bumper following closely behind them. Jesse pulled to the curb about a quarter of a mile from DiPapa's house. Bumper parked behind him, and he and Amy met Jesse and Beca at the back of their vehicle.

"Here, you'll need these," Jesse said as he handed each a silencer for their weapons and earpieces to communicate once they separated.

They attached the silencers and placed their earpieces. They then looked to Jesse for further instructions.

"Based on Chloe's info, there won't be too many guards around," Jesse said. "Bumper, you and Amy take the back; Beca and I will take the front. Keep your eyes peeled and quietly take down as many guards as possible. We have the element of surprise on our side, and I'd like to keep it that way until we have DiPapa in custody. Understood?"

"Yes, boss," Amy said.

"Understood," Bumper said.

"Let's move," Jesse said, and they all approached the house.

When they reached the corner of the property, Bumper and Amy veered to the right to go to the back of the house. Beca and Jesse continued on to the front.

Beca suddenly fired two shots, sending a man over the side of the porch. Jesse nodded, and they continued forward, eliminating two more armed guards.

"We've eliminated a couple of guys and are at the back door," Bumper's voice came through the earpieces.

"Hold until I give the okay," Jesse responded. "Beca and I are just getting to the front door."

Beca and Jesse were now standing on either side of the door. At Jesse's nod, Beca reached for the doorknob and tried to turn it; it slowly turned, and she nodded at Jesse.

"On my count, we breach," Jesse said.

"Roger that," Bumper said.

"Three, two, one," Jesse said.

Beca held her gun up and pushed the door open, sweeping the gun from side to side as she entered.

"Clear," Beca said as Jesse turned left and walked down a short hallway.

Jesse stopped and looked into a room, calling out "clear" when he didn't see anyone.

"Bumper, you and Amy continue on and check every room on the first floor," Jesse instructed. "Beca and I are going up to the second level."

"Roger that," Amy and Bumper said.

Beca stood ready at the foot of the stairs and nodded at Jesse. Jesse raised his gun and went up, stopping to look through the railing to ensure it was clear.

"Clear," he said, and Beca made her way to him.

"Clear," they heard Bumper say.

Sporadic "clear" came through as the four agents made their way through the house.

When she and Jesse reached the last door, Beca placed an ear to the door and listened. She heard a voice and pointed to her ear and then the door.

"Bumper, you and Amy get up here now," Jesse said.

"On our way, boss," Amy said.

"What do we have?" Bumper asked.

"I heard someone talking," Beca responded. "I think it's DiPapa. It sounds like he may be talking on the phone."

Bumper and Amy cleared the staircase and went to Beca and Jesse.

"Based on the floor plans, this is the Master Bedroom," Jesse said quietly. "It covers the length of the house. Beca and Amy, you two go left, and Bumper and I will go right when we enter."

"Roger that," three voices said simultaneously.

At Jesse's count, Beca turned the knob and opened the door. She raised her gun as soon as there was space, and the four agents rushed into the room.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

One year later, Beca picked up her cane and met Stacie outside her apartment. They were headed to the Court House to watch Vincenzo DiPapa's sentencing hearing. DiPapa had made a deal to plead guilty to all charges so the death penalty would be removed from consideration, and he'd be sentenced to life in prison. They didn't know that he did it so Chloe wouldn't have to testify against him.

Stacie parked, and the two women exited the vehicle. They then went toward the Court Room where the final sentencing hearing would occur. Beca looked at the ground as she walked, still getting used to having a cane.

"Beca?" Chloe's voice caused Beca to stop and look up.

Beca couldn't say anything; she could only stare at the woman she hadn't seen in almost a year.

"You're looking much better than the last time I saw you," Chloe said with a small smile.

Beca's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You didn't know it," Stacie said. "But Chloe came to the hospital almost every day to see you."

"I thought you went into Witness Protection," Beca said, still staring at Chloe.

"I was going to," Chloe responded. "But then my father decided to work out a plea deal where if the death penalty were removed, he would plead guilty, so I opted out."

Stacie quietly slipped away and went into the courtroom.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed me to be okay," Chloe said. "And knowing that my father was the one who shot you, I wasn't. And then I needed you to be okay. So, I went to the hospital to see for myself."

"I thought you hated me," Beca said, looking down.

"I didn't hate you," Chloe said. "I fell in love with you and acted as if I hated you so you'd walk away, and my father wouldn't hurt you."

Beca scoffed.

"It's true," Chloe said. "In the short time we were together, I fell in love with you" She paused and took a step forward. "I'm still in love with you."

Beca stood silently, watching Chloe. Chloe smiled and took another step toward Beca. Beca didn't move, so Chloe took another. She kept moving forward until she could wrap her arms around Beca. Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe and held her tightly. She buried her face in Chloe's neck, mumbling, "I love you, too."

Chloe smiled and hugged Beca tighter

"Hey, you two," Stacie called out, causing them to pull apart. "They're ready to start."

"Can we pick this up later?" Chloe asked.

"Of course," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand and leading her into the courtroom.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Eighteen months later, Beca stirred when she felt Chloe moving beside her. Beca smiled and turned so she was facing Chloe.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Chloe said, kissing Beca.

"We're not married, so what anniversary are we celebrating?" Beca asked.

"It was a year ago today that you finally saw things my way and moved in with me," Chloe said.

"Oh, right," Beca said, pulling Chloe to her. "Best decision I ever made."

"I agree," Chloe said, pushing Beca onto her back.

Beca smiled as Chloe straddled her thighs.

"Mmm," Beca said when Chloe leaned down and kissed her.

Chloe pulled back and said, "I've got something for you."

"I didn't know it was tradition to give a gift for a moving-in together anniversary," Beca said, chuckling.

"There isn't," Chloe said, rolling off Beca.

Beca sat up and watched as Chloe went into their closet. She then heard Chloe rummaging around as if searching for something.

"Is everything okay in there?" Beca called out. "Did you forget where you hid my moving-in anniversary gift?"

"Shut up and close your eyes," Chloe said.

Beca laughed but did as Chloe instructed. Chloe peeked out of the closet and ensured Beca's eyes were closed. She then tiptoed over to the bed and got down on one knee.

"You can open your eyes now," Chloe said.

Beca opened her eyes and sat up straighter when she saw the ring Chloe held in front of her.

"Oh, my god," Beca said as tears sprang to her eyes.

Chloe cleared her throat. "Beca, I know we had some ups and downs at the start of our relationship, but I knew early on that you would be someone very special to me. Everything that happened happened for a reason. And that reason brought us to this point. I love you with everything I am, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Beca, will you marry me?"

Beca wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled Chloe into a kiss. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's shoulders and kissed her back.

Beca broke the kiss and looked into Chloe's eyes.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," Chloe said, giggling. "But, you haven't answered the question."

Beca laughed and said, "Yes! A million times yes, I'll marry you."

Chloe smiled and placed the ring on Beca's finger. Her smile widened as she captured Beca's lips in another kiss.

This time, Chloe broke the kiss and stared into Beca's eyes.

"I can't believe we actually engaged," Chloe said, smiling.

#bechloe week 2018 #bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloeislegit #two prompts in one

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