Summary: William knows his co-workers well. Too well. And if there's one thing he knows about Jeremy, is the kid doesn't know how to say 'no'. [WilliamxJeremy] DARK

Warnings: noncon, minor

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William watched Jeremy like a hawk the rare times they worked together.

The kid was new; barely over a week, but most of them were surprised he'd lasted this long. Most mornings when they came in, the boy was a trembling mess and barely able to form a sentence but he still stuck it all out. Most of the time he took pity on the kid and took him out to eat and dropped him off at home, and that made it so easy to read him.

Jeremy was sixteen. Not old enough to work, but William certainly wasn't going to be telling anyone. He had neglectful parents since he usually clammed up when talking about them and his apartment was so small and empty. And more than that, the kid was shy. Awkward, like most kids were at that age. He had a defiance to him, but not the self courage to really pull it through to the surface.

William had tested him. Bought him breakfast, bought him clothes, offered things that the kid was so clearly uncomfortable with. But he couldn't say no. He didn't know how to turn these things down. He knew Scott was on to him. The man kept trying to butt in when he saw the two together by themselves, but he also thought Jeremy was of age. The most he could do was give William a look and continue on his way.

Grinning, the man watched Jeremy try to deal with an upset mother from the office. The kid was flailing, trying to hold his own. From those angry green eyes, Jeremy hadn't done anything wrong and knew it but couldn't stand up for himself. William tapped his fingers on the desk as he watched, a fleeting thought going through his head. The kid needed to learn; and he'd once been an excellent teacher to his own kids.

He pushed himself up and headed out, hearing them before seeing them. Jeremy was trying desperately to explain whatever had happened but kept getting talked over. A small boy was clinging to his mom's hand, watching the scene with wide and tear-filled eyes. His smile fell; one of those kind of parents. His jaw tightened, forcing himself to remain calm as he walked over.

"Is there a problem?"

Jeremy looked like he might pass out from relief when her attention was finally off of him. "This brat of yours put his hands on my son!"

"I helped the kid with the skeeball, and promised that if I missed I'd get him more tokens." Jeremy tried to explain himself. If William hadn't been trying to listen to him, he would've gotten talked over.

William tapped his chin before turning his attention to the small boy that was cowering next to his mother. She had a tight grip on his wrist that was beginning to turn red. "Ah, you're Tommy aren't ya? One of our best regulars."

The kid managed to smile. "H-hi Mr. Afton."

"Did Jeremy make ya feel bad at all?" He asked softly, kneeling down. "Ya can tell me."

"N-no, he, he managed to get the m-middle shot for me." Tommy showed the amount of Fazbear tokens in his hand.

"Are ya gettin' another toy? You're going to run out of room in your house if ya keep this up. Or better yet, we might run out of toys!" The kid laughed. Grinning, William got back up and dusted himself off. "Miss, with all due respect, your son is fine."

"You don't know-"

"If someone came over and manhandled my kids, I assure ya, I'd be upset too. But your son said nothing happened, if It had, ya'd certainly know about it. Our animatronics are programmed to step in if they see a child in any kind of trouble." He paused, glancing down at where she was holding him. "If anything, I'm tempted myself to call child protective services from the bruises I'm seeing."

She looked down, seeing the redness of her son's wrist and promptly began apologizing to the poor kid. Knowing they were likely forgotten, William grabbed Jeremy by the arm and began dragging him off towards the security room, waving cheerfully at Tommy.

"Thanks, I had-"

"We aren't to touch the customers. I'm pretty sure we go over that, and especially with what's been happening in the restaurant lately." William cut him off easily.

Jeremy flinched slightly, eyes still angry even if he cowered slightly. "I know, but...I wasn't...thinking."

He finally let go once they entered the room. Jeremy sighed, removing his hat and putting it on the table. William watched him carefully, making sure the boy caught him staring. He then sighed, hands on his hips as he grinned on the inside; he finally had his chance to play his cards.

"Kid, you're makin' it very hard for me to make sure no one knows you're underage."

His reaction was everything he'd hoped. Jeremy froze, eyes wide as he stared at him. He then looked around wildly, trying to see if anyone overheard before he finally seemed to get angry.

"You can't tell anyone! I need this job!" He then seemed to realize how he was acting and deflated, looking scared. "Does...anyone else know?"

"Nah. Not yet, anyway."

Jeremy swallowed, wringing his hands together as he tried to keep his cool. "You, you aren't going to tell anyone are you? I need this job as much as it sucks. Bad enough we're on the verge of closing, but I can't get fired."

The black haired man hummed, pretending to look like he was thinking it over. Jeremy was gritting his teeth in aggravation; the kid would fight of course. But that's where his testing, his abilities came into play. He knew how to lure kids away from their beloved parents and he certainly knew how to play Jeremy into his hands.

"I dunno, newbie...I'll be liable if anythin' happens to ya." He mused slowly.

"I'll tell them you didn't know I swear!"

"And I'm not exactly gettin' outta this." William went on.

At this, Jeremy paused, thrown off balance. Taking his chance, the older man grabbed him, pressing the boy against the table. He heard him yelp as he was forced on his back, green eyes wide as he stared up at William in surprise and fear. Carefully, William backed off slightly, making sure he had Jeremy trapped but letting him breathe.

"What's wrong, newbie? Aren't we just actin' like you're of age?"

Jeremy's face went red. "D-don't joke around like-"

"Who's jokin here? Nothin makes the time pass by better right?"

The blond pressed his hands against his chest to push him off. But William was far taller, larger, than tiny little underdeveloped Jeremy and it made it easy to grab his wrists and pull them away, leaving him sprawled out beneath him. William grinned easily, trying not to enjoy the sight too much; he couldn't have Jeremy freaking out on him after all.

"D-don't touch m-"

"Newbie, you're makin this difficult. Or is it that ya don't like me?" He forced his grin off his face. "I thought since we both were spendin' all that time together..."

Jeremy flinched at that, looking embarrassed and now guilty. His eyes searched his coworker's face rapidly as he seemed to think back on the many times William had taken him out and was beginning to look panicked. Carefully, slowly, William moved closer, a leg parting the boy's that made him jump.

"Doesn't have to mean nothin' hm? Just something quick and I'll be keepin' my mouth shut." He was met by silence. "Speak up newbie or else I take it as a yes."

He wanted to say no so badly. It looked like it was physically paining him. But Jeremy could only let out a whine, fingers trying to dig into the wood table as he stared down at where they were touching. His mouth opened and closed for a few moments and knowing that nothing would come from it, William pressed forward and forced their mouths together.

Jeremy yelped into his mouth, but didn't move otherwise. His eyes clamped shut, body tense as he let the older man do what he wanted. William couldn't keep his grin off his face now as he pulled away, teeth biting down on the others neck. He wasn't a fan of kissing himself, finding the whole thing rather boring, but he knew that it was pretty useful when you needed to shut someone up.

The blond jumped at the sudden pain, green eyes snapping open. He stared at him, not sure what to say or if he should push him away. Chuckling, the older guard grabbed Jeremy's belt and snapped it, making him jump at the noise before he watched the other throw it to the floor. Something seemed to click in his head at that moment because he tried to grab William's arms, panting and nearing a panic attack.

"W-wait, you can't, not here, wait-"

"What's wrong, kid?" He let the boy stop him, raising an eyebrow. "Ya actin' like I'm doin it wrong. Calm down and breath."

He caught the tears in Jeremy's eyes. He couldn't help but gape slightly, taken aback at how gorgeous the boy looked when he cried. His already green eyes were sparkling, bigger, and his red face made them stand out more. He wanted so badly to push the other boy down and stare him in the eye as he forced himself in, but no. No he had to be careful. Jeremy wasn't some little brat he'd grabbed from the crowd.

"If ya want me to stop, fine. Guess I was misreading some signals." He went on, slowly and reluctantly pulling away.

Jeremy looked confused and amazed that he'd stopped. He stared at him a moment before the guilt set in again. Kids were so easy, William mused. They thought everything was their fault, that they had done something wrong. And right now, the poor kid thought he must've messed up the signs; thought that all those dinners and clothes and coffees were meant to be something else and that he'd been leading William on this whole time without realizing it.

"It's not, I mean..." Jeremy looked torn, chest heaving as he laid there. "Not here, please, I can't stand this place,"

"Ya really that picky?" William went to cut him off but Jeremy kept going.

"I hate being here and it's bad enough that I have to keep coming back but not my first time okay? Please, I'll do something..."

He froze. He hadn't thought of that...little Jeremy was at that age after all, but he seemed to spend most of his time here at work. It was a struggle to keep the smile off his face; he could have him all to himself then. Heat was in his veins, spreading, and he wanted so badly flip him over and continue. But he was a patient man. And he was trying to teach him still; poor kid didn't seem to understand when you should stop talking.

"First time?" He paused, and saw the red in Jeremy's face darkened. "Ya shoulda said somethin' kid. Course we can't do somethin' so special in this place then."

Jeremy gave a near sob of relief, going limp. His entire body was shaking. William couldn't help but run his hands down the boy's sides, causing him to tense up again as his thumb ran over his ribs. An unseen wrench in his plans, of course, but if it meant waiting for something even better then...well, he could wait. And in the mean time...

"Shit, newbie, wish ya woulda spoken up sooner." He tried to looked the littlest bit sheepish as he pressed his pelvis against the boy's, making sure Jeremy felt the hardness in his pants.

The poor kid looked like he was going to pass out as he jumped, eyes wide when he realized what exactly that was. He swallowed, glancing up at him nervously. "You can't...work with that..." He mumbled mostly to himself.

"Finally get to touch ya, what would ya expect?" He drawled lightly.

He almost laughed at the guilt that came back again. If this wasn't working out so perfectly for him, he'd want to have a long conversation about some of the issues Jeremy obviously had. They couldn't have someone else taking advantage of him now could they? And the boy was quite easily taken advantage of...

"Guess I'll need to take care of it, but..." He paused, glancing at the others red face. "Unless ya wanna help me."

Jeremy's eyes widened at that, swallowing hard. When he didn't argue, William smirked and flipped them, making Jeremy yelp as he found their bodies pressed together. Before he could say anything, the older man then quickly shoved him down to his knees, unable to help a grin when he felt Jeremy reach out and grab his legs to keep himself upright.

"I, I've never…!" Jeremy began stammering nervously, hands tightening on his pant legs. "I mean, we shouldn't…"

"Newbie, no one ever comes back here, 'cept Scott. And he's not here at all today. Ya got nothing to worry about, unless that's not why your stalling." William teased him, grabbing the boy's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes.

He watched the boy glance around, obviously trying to find another excuse. He chuckled, his thumb reaching out and running over the blond boy's lips. Jeremy flinched at the touch, face turning a deeper shade of red when he saw the way his boss was staring down at him. He couldn't help but press it into the other's mouth, making Jeremy whine and try to turn his head away.

"Shh, don't be so nervous. Ya got nothing to worry about, I'll go slow." He promised him softly, keeping eye contact with him as a hand went to his fly and began unzipping his pants.

Jeremy's large, green eyes widened when he heard the noise, and the older man could feel him swallow in response. Using one hang to keep Jeremy in place, the other pulled down his workpants slightly until his dick was free. It was still hard from previously grinding against the other's form. Jeremy's eyes slid closed as he seemed to try and calm down, and he took advantage of that to pull him forward until his cock brushed against the boy's lips.

Jeremy's eyes clenched shut in response but didn't struggle. William grinned, trying not to seem smug when the boy finally opened his mouth. Though he had to keep a grip on him, since the kids first instinct was to apparently deep throat him and that wouldn't have gone well. He rolled his eyes as he eased Jeremy's mouth over his dick, hissing through clenched teeth.

"Slow down there, Newbie. As flattered as I am, ya do that and you'll hurt yourself." He mumbled, grinning as he moved his hand up into the boy's hair.

Jeremy finally opened his eyes. He glanced up uneasily, seeing William staring at him and swallowed. The older man groaned, fingertips digging into his skin slightly. Jeremy whined. William moaned in response, feeling the vibrations going through his throat as he felt the boy giving a hesitant suck. Slowly the blond began moving on his own.

He felt Jeremy's hands trembling as they moved and grabbed his hips. He began lightly bobbing his head, green eyes refusing to meet his, face pink, as he continued sucking. William couldn't stop himself from breathing hard. He gripped the back of the table with his free hand, fighting the urge to thrust his hips. He would've loved to see the boy's reaction. But he had a feeling that would permanently scare him off and he couldn't have that.

"Shit, kid…" He moaned as Jeremy's tongue suddenly brushed against his cock. "You're pretty good at this. Though if ya keep acting scared, we'll both be here for a while."

He grinned when Jeremy glared up at him, his dick falling from his mouth. "You're an asshole."

"That's not how ya talk to your boss who's dick you're suckin." He pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how you talk to someone willing to suck it either." Jeremy grumbled mostly to himself.

He rolled his eyes. "The longer ya take, longer ya gotta sit there on your knees ya know."

The boy grimaced at that. He was shifting slightly, trying to adjust the weight on his knees. Raising an eyebrow, William glanced down and noticed a large bulge in the front of his pants. He almost grinned, leaning back against the table as he pulled Jeremy forward; the blond didn't resist and began bobbing his head again once his dick was in his mouth.

William watched him, biting his lip as he began finally moving. He thrusted his hips, making Jeremy whine and flinch slightly but he didn't choke. He seemed to take the hint and began running his tongue against the underside of his cock, hesitantly at first until he realized it wasn't going to bite him. He moved faster, hands tightening on William's hips as he glanced up at him. He smirked back. He groaned when Jeremy swallowed, throat closing around his dick briefly and noticed the boy gave him a look. In retaliation, the older man thrusted his hips maybe a bit too hard at the same time his grip tightened on Jeremy's hair, hissing when he felt the tip rubbing against the back of his throat.

Jeremy whimpered but didn't pull away. He did it again, cock sliding down his throat this time. He noticed the boy's face turning red, and there was a hint of tears at the corner of his eyes but still he didn't fight. Licking his lips, William began slowly moving on his own, watching careful for a reaction as he began fucking the boy's mouth. The only real reaction he got was Jeremy's hands moving again, gripping his thigh desperately as his eyes closed.

He moved faster, breathing hard and knuckles turning white as he yanked on the boy's hair. He barely noticed when one of Jeremy's hands left, too busy focusing on the tight, hot wetness of his throat and how easily it'd been, getting him here. His movements were turning erratic and jerky as he felt himself getting close, wanting to know how the other would react when he finally released into his mouth, or how angry he'd be if he marked up his face. He'd likely have to wait on the latter, he still needed Jeremy to be able to get to work afterwards, but there was always next time.

"Almost, kid…" He panted, nails digging into the boy's scalp. Jeremy groaned around him and he hissed sharply.

With a grunt, he pulled Jeremy's head forward and came down throat, not noticing or caring the other trying to pull away. He heard him make a noise of discomfort and eased up slightly, letting him breathe. Panting, William watched him struggle with swallowing, some leaking from the corners of his mouth, and noticed a hand was rubbing at the front of his own pants even as he struggled. He grinned and pulled him off his cock, kneeling as Jeremy hastily swallowed the rest and wiped his mouth.

He smacked his hand away, ignoring the blond hiss something at him and quickly got a hand down his pants. Jeremy stiffened, eyes wide as he grabbed his dick and carefully began pumping it. "W-William I…"

"So ya liked havin my dick in your mouth more than ya thought huh?" He teased, unable to keep the wide smile off his face. "Well aren't I flattered."

Jeremy whined in response. He stared down at where he was roughly jerking his dick, eyes wide as he panted and twitched. His hips moved, wanting to thrust up into his hand, but William's other hand kept them in place. His thumb pressed into the tip, smearing his precum and slicking up his hand as he moved faster. The blond suddenly reached out, clinging to the other's shoulders and breathing heavily into his neck.

"Cum for me, Newbie." He whispered in his ear and with a cry, Jeremy did so all over his hand.

He pulled it from Jeremy's pants, careful not to touch either of them as he let the boy catch his breath. He pulled himself out of his grip, finding some napkins on the table and wiping his hand off before offering them. Jeremy refused to meet his eyes as he took them, cleaning up the mess in his pants as William zipped up his and made sure he didn't have any evidence showing.

"Do I at least get a raise out of this…" Jeremy grumbled, obviously not meant to be heard as he tried to pick himself up on wobbly legs.

"I'll take ya out to eat after your shift." William offered, smirking when the blond looked at him akin to panic.

"No, that's fine! I just…" He glanced around the room, trying to find an excuse to leave. "I, I should…get back to work…?"

He snorted and threw an arm around his shoulders despite the obvious discomfort. "Newbie, don't start actin' shy on me now. We aren't anywhere near done."

Jeremy pulled away, face red as he mumbled something along the lines of work. Grinning, William watched him go before taking his place behind the table, using the cameras to watch Jeremy as he went back on the floor. He almost immediately was jumped on by Scott, who began talking about something, and noticed the boy was glaring up at the camera. William almost pouted. He'd been hoping Scott would walk in on them…

Even so, now he had to plan for getting his chance to get Jeremy to invite him into his apartment or convincing him to come over to his place. Maybe if he could get him tired enough…but now that he knew what he was after, Jeremy would be less likely to lower his guard. He'd have to be careful, maybe tip things in his favor.

At least for now, he felt content and kicked his legs up on the table, leaning back in his chair and began pretending to work.