We Belong

The Hellfire Club Part 2

Here we are with another installment in this story of mine. Yes, I know it's taken me a few weeks to update but work and the holidays plus a lingering illness kicked my butt. I'm still not well and I struggled with this to get it out but it is complete and by far my longest chapter to make up for the lack of updates.

This chapter is dived into two parts, the first half of which is Stranger Things related as we catch up some more with Mike and El, and their friends (new and old.) We get a bit more insight into the people watching both Mike and El with ties to the Hellfire Club, plus we get to see what Steve and Robin are up to as well as Dustin's interaction with the pair.

The Soviets are part of this story line, too and I had a bitch of a time finding certain information (the FBI probably watches me now because of it... I kid... maybe) but the operation Fleta(flute) was a KGB version of MKUltra and a real thing as well. What do they want with one of our protagonists? That will be shown later on of course!

As for the other half of the chapter...See the gif above all this? Then rejoice! Those of you who live for Fillie moments in my story will be treated to some epic (and kind of kinky) naughty time for our favorite pair.  Speaking of which,

WARNING: Graphic sexual content dominates the last part of this chapter, which includes dirty talk and descriptions of a sexual nature. If such things offend you, skip the last part. For those who like such things, enjoy!

Onto the story!

So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind

I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you girl
That makes me sweat

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December 15, 1987 Hawkins High School PE office

"Sit down, son."

Mike did as he was told, pulling out the chair to plop down.

Mr. Anderson slowly sat down opposite of the teen. He pulled off his green baseball cap with the Hawkins Tiger Logo and dropped it onto the desk. The older male ran a scarred left hand through his light brown hair before letting out a breath and lowering his arm to rest it above the stack of papers that littered the surface of his desk.

The man leaned forward, his right arm following to rest beside his left, fingers interlocking as he spoke, "Son, I admire your tenacity in defending people weaker than you, but what you just did will have consequences, you know that right?"

Mike tilted his head, expecting his teacher to yell at him but instead he was calm and even... rational in his words. Still, his brow furrowing as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Anderson sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Kid, you're not stupid, you know what I mean."

The teen looked away. "I can handle myself, Mr. Anderson."

"Yeah, you can. But nasty bastards like McKenzie don't wait to retaliate. You've humiliated him in front of the entire class. He's going to take that personal. He'll be gunning for you at the earliest opportunity he can so be mindful of where you're at and your surroundings."

Mike shifted his gaze back to his teacher, eyes narrowed a bit as he replied, "You sound like you've had some practice at it, sir."

If the older male took offense to the insinuation he gave no indication. "I know predators, Wheeler. I know how they think and how they operate. You still ride your bike to school. He'll be looking to ambush you on the way home. It would be best for your parents to come and get you after school."