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From:

heatmetal

[ he wants to sample that sound. Mix it into every song he ever plays. Let's both thumbs brush over perky pink nipples, admires the flush against sunkissed golden skin.

A ringed fingers make their way down slowly, knuckles gently brushing along the length of him before shootming his hands away to take over. Free arm wrapping around him, soft praise mindlessly murmured. ]

From:

camarod

[It might be the praise that does it. Balancing his hands on the bed, hips twitching into Eddie’s hand, forehead to forehead - it could be all of that, sure, but the praise has his eyes stinging. It has his moans coming out short and high pitched, has him trying to hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder when it becomes too much.

He’s not sure which one sends him over the edge, but he’s a little wrecked, trembling with the effort to stay up right, eyes wet and mind blissfully empty. the noise wrought out of him is somewhere between a sob and a hiccup, slightly pathetic and raw.]

From:

heatmetal

[ he peppers kisses to the crown of that curly head, more praise at how lovely he is as he comes undone. working him through it until he's too sensitive to touch- not at all minding the mess.

He guides Billy down with his free hand, urging him to lay against his good sifr. Once he's settled, cleans then both off with the wet towel and then eased himself back down. ]

From:

camarod

[He's all shallow breaths as he goes down to Eddie's good side, bigger and warmer with an arm around him. He's a goner, honestly. He feels - hmm. Slightly parasitic in that yeah, he kind of wants to sink his teeth into Eddie and not give him up.

It's his fault, really. He should've been mean. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ he's a little in love. Perhaps it's just the trauma bond. Perhaps it's because Billy is built like an angel, people should be writing sonnets about him.. hard not to want to hold, to keep.

He curls close, lets his fingers play with those golden curls. ]

You good, angel?

From:

camarod

Yeah, I’m great.

[This is said against Eddie’s neck. He feels unwound for the first time in a long, long time. He feels real - feels tangible. ]

I’m gonna have to bleed you soon, [this is a complaint, because he is very comfortable where he is.]

From:

heatmetal

We can nap a little before we get down to business.

[ god knows billy deserved the breather. ]

From:

camarod

[The lull of sleep takes him fairly fast. Billy doesn't dream much, anymore. At least he hadn't in the Upside Down. His mind wanders vaguely through memories: flashes of nightmares, of things that his body has done in the absence of himself. There's always blood. A drip, a smell. It keeps him hungry, keeps him sharp.

He wakes in periods: forty minutes, then an hour. He wakes easy, finds himself wrapped around Eddie Munson, naked and cold. This is isn't even the strangest thing he's woken up to, but it is the nicest. It is the most comforting. He likes the way Eddie smells: faintly of weed, and sweat and blood. He likes the way Eddie looks when he sleeps, likes the way his hair fans out and tangles, how his chest rises and falls with the effort of breathing. Maybe it is the trauma bonding, and maybe it's the intimacy of knowing what Eddie Munson's last human breath felt like. Billy falls a little in love too, so damn fast that it's terrifying.

He can be scared of that and work, though. Reminds himself of the plan: that he needs Jason's blood fast, needs to get enough evidence to make this shit work. He's probably going to have to rough Eddie up a bit, he realises. Knows he's going to have to provoke Neil into roughing him up.

He's all nerves and agitation. All hesitance and insecurity. He hates his father, yeah, and he's superhuman now, sure, but - he's still Billy. He's still terrified of disobedience, no matter how much he just wants to live.

Carefully, he detaches himself from Eddie. Rummages for something vaguely tupperware looking - something with a lid. Finds an old pot and it's iron top, figures that'll do. He doesn't need a knife, though. Quietly he crouches down, murmurs softly: ] This is gonna sting a little, but you can stay sleeping - [ while he takes an arm and kisses the inside of Eddie's wrist. Then he bites, deep and hard, and carefully holds Eddie's arm over the pot, licking his lips. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ it's not the nicest awakening he's ever had. eddie comes into awareness with a yowl, his clawed hand shooting out fast and fierce for his attacker, grabbing the side of billy's face.

relaxing only when he recognizes who it is. those enormous brown eyes flicker uncertainly from his face to the pot, and then he remembers. ]

Jesus, Hargrove. Warn a guy.

From:

camarod

[Hmmm, yes. He will examine exactly how much he likes that later, when they're not busy, and Eddie is not in fight or flight mode. ] I did.

[You were sleeping, is the obvious end of that. There's a little bit of pressure he puts on the arm, encouraging the blood flow. ] You sleep like the dead, by the way.

From:

heatmetal

That'd be the opioids.

[ He sighs, letting go to scrub at his eyes with the hand not currently donating to their escape plan. ]

From:

camarod

No offence, but you did look like you needed the sleep.

[Like he can talk, really.

The blood starts to clot, and with a soft sorry, Billy digs a claw into the wound - forces a few more minutes of it gushing until the pot has at least enough to cause a real scene. Then he press his mouth against it, licks over it until it stops. It's always kind of messy, is this thing. A little gross, maybe too intimate.

The pot he puts in the fridge, tries not to think about how stupid they're going to look sneaking into Neil's basement with a goddamn soup pot full of blood. Less stupid, probably, than how they look with the hats. But, speaking of: he also should get dressed. ]

- You might start going into a real bad mood. With the blood loss. You can bite, but if you start sulking I'm putting you in the car trunk.

From:

heatmetal

We're gonna need a little Vamp 101 class pretty soon.

[ But maybe after he gets done admiring Billy's ass as he walks away, thinking about that mouth on his arm and how heavenly it felt around him. He feels lightheaded and...

hungry.

Painfully hungry. ]

From:

camarod

You ever been real horny and hungry at the same time it makes you snap at everyone? Kind of like that. Except, you know, [he's glancing over his shoulder as he slips his boxers on. ] You might actually kill somebody.

[Billy has killed at least twenty Demo-things. The blood is real bad. ] This sunny disposition is all you, baby.

From:

heatmetal

[ great. so... avoid the kids. until he's refilled his fuel tank.

and never let them know what it takes to do that. ]

How often do we need to... eat?

From:

camarod

[He's quiet. He doesn't really have an answer, is the thing. Monster blood isn't the same, and if he's honest, it's probably fucked him up real good. He's always kind of hungry, and he's not sure if that will pass with access to the blood his body needs, or if it'll just be him balancing precariously between sane hungry, and ravenous hungry.

He rubs a knuckle over an eye, sighs. ] I ate whatever I could, when I could. It's not really a reliable way to tell.

[He's looking away. ] I could have ate you whole when I found you. Probably wanted to. I felt that way when I saw Jason - felt it more when I could smell all those fucking people. I don't know, man. Maybe it's all self control. Maybe it's a breakfast, lunch, dinner kind of deal.

From:

heatmetal

[ maybe it's good that he's a leg down, then. that all the frustration and anger that sometimes bubbles and bubbles within him never -- pops.

Eddie knows what kind of man his father could be when the world got too much. And he's already done so much to follow in his footsteps - he never wants to fully walk that path. ]

Then we're gonna need to find some donors so we aren't clearing my name and giving you a new shot at life for nothing.

[ he licks his lips. tries to think. ]

From:

camarod

[He doesn't say that it feels good to give into the bloodlust. Doesn't say that there's a kind of euphoria in not caring: in being cruel. He doesn't say any of that, because when he's good - when he's sane, there's a guilt. He thinks he probably turn it off, if he wanted. If he really, really wanted.

He nods, still looking away. ] Then we should tell someone. [He means Eddie, because - because who does Billy have, really? ]

Temporary. At the hospital it'll be easier to get blood. [He wants to give up his dad like a sacrificial lamb, but he knows if he's bled out they'll ask questions. ] It's that or I hunt, Eddie. There's a whole bunch of basketball players left. A whole team.

From:

heatmetal

[ Harrington. Harrington and his friends. ]

We will, okay?

[ There's a half-hearted effort to get up and go to him, but the bloodloss keeps him where he is. ]

But if you start killing basketball players, they're going to pin it on me. If the killings continue after your old man takes the fall then...

[ there's no saving him. ]

Don't... Don't get me wrong here, B. I feel it. Right now. How much I wanna just... [ he clenches a fist, holds it up - it shakes ] give this town a taste of all the shit they gave me over the years. Just a fraction of the Munson experience. Might as well be everything they say I am, right?

But fuck, I have bigger dreams than a prison cell.

From:

camarod

[He's pulling his jeans back on, nodding, and nodding, and he gets it. Doesn't at the same time because they're not - they're human. Would a prison even hold them? Would they even make it to one?

He does up the zip as he walks over, bends for Eddie's shirt and sits next to him with it in his hands. ] I know. I know.

[He wants to live so fucking bad. ] We'll figure it out. Shit, animals if we have to.

From:

heatmetal

[ Billy getting dressed slowly spurs him to trying to get himself in order. pulling his pants up and... leaning bodily into billy, resting his head against his shoulder. ]

Always did like raw steak.

From:

camarod

I could probably take a cow.

[It's fine. They'll be fine. ] Talk me through our time frame. It should keep your mind off it for the next twenty minutes.

[He's reaching across himself, knuckle stroking against his cheek. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ he shuts those big brown eyes, inhaling deeply. ]

So... you survived the fire. [ he gestures lightly to the scars. ] You're gonna need to fill in the details between how things went down between you and your dad. But the important bits are: he kept you out of the house until he threw Max and her mom out, and then he moved you into the basement. Was planning on splitting and taking you with him, clean start.

[ his hands seeks Billy's, threading together. squeezing tight. ]

Maybe you let it slip I was selling you drugs. Or... hears a rumor we were friendly around town, and he flips the fuck out. [ he shrugs. ] Either way, the night... the night Chrissy dies, your old man comes to my house to punish the town queer for getting friendly with his son. He goes after Chrissy because he thinks she's... [ he presses his lips together ] that she's here to slum it, too, and blacks out. Next thing he knows she's dead, I'm not. Hauls me off through the woods so nobody sees, and then eventually brings me back to the car.

[ his thumb rubs along the side of billy's hand, smoothing calming circles. ]

He finds Fred walking through the woods following the same path. Bumps him off too. Real malicious. Fred's... [ he licks his lips ] Fred's got the same shitty rumors flying around. So Jason -- Jason's out of his mind with grief, convinced I'm some kind of Satanic overlord. He's seeing things. When Patrick gets taken out that night, he just blacks out and convinces himself he's seeing some shit. Tells the town that, but then he starts... doubting it. Remembers he saw your dad right before things got messed up.

The whole time, me and you are in the basement. Your dad's... torturing me. Drawing it out, 'cause this is personal. And sickos get like that.

So when Jason goes around to the house to ask some questions. Hears us in the basement. Heads down - and your dad kills him right in front of us. Your dad goes to dump the body - we don't know where, it's never gonna be found - and when he comes back, you've had enough. He didn't tie you up well enough after he left to deal with Jason, so you're loose by the time he gets out. Worried I'm gonna die unless you do something, or just pissed, so you fight back.

Self-defense. You call 911. They're gonna find us in the basement. I'm gonna be tied up - gonna need to be pretty mauled - and there are gonna need to be some restraints.

From:

camarod

[It’s real methodical. Smart. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, visualises the events as best he can, working through the details as he goes.

He exhales, feels tightly wound again.] Maybe we keep you hungry. Keep you from healing up too fast. [There’s a nose against Eddie’s hair; a kiss that follows.] I’m gonna need you to - to let him fuck me up a little.

[It stings a little, to say this. ] Enough that they’ll believe it.