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From:

camarod

[and Billy is - conspicuously absent, for the moment. Quietly rifling through some of his belongings that Susan brought and maybe, actually talking to that lawyer. He'll be round, eventually, definitely less tense.

but, probably it's a good idea to let Eddie sweet talk Steve for a bit, before he comes in and decides to make a fuss about not being able to crawl into Eddie's bed while they have company.]

From:

retromix

[ Having mentally prepared himself for some deviant Nosferatu scene he's more than relieved to find Eddie simply waving from the bed, looking much better. ]

Munson. Got you something, we're gonna strike up a deal.

[ Steve sets his bag down on the end of the bed, pulling out the DND magazine (well, it has DND in it and Dustin reassured him it was the latest issue of whatever Hellfire obsessed over). He rolls it up and waggles it, hand on a hip. ]

You want to hear it?

From:

heatmetal

[ his eyes are on the magazine, staring at it hungrily. there's not much entertainment in here when visiting hours are often, and billy can't just live in this room with him. ]

Not like I have a lot of choice here. What am I selling my soul for now, Harrington?

From:

retromix

I did some reading. If you bite into the wrong tendon in my wrist you're gonna fuck up my hand for good. So you, [ pointing to Eddie with the magazine, ] get to eat from here, [ Steve points to his own neck, ] and if you behave you get to read [ dropping the magazine from a corner, it hangs with the front cover swinging from between his thumb and forefinger, ] this.

Deal?

From:

heatmetal

Oh, we're getting right to it. No banter, no foreplay, just you begging for a little penetration.

[ he feels his mouth go dry, something else beyond the hunger living in his skin suddenly stirring as he sets his eyes on that pretty throat. ]

... Deal.

From:

retromix

Hilarious. Vampires are supposed to be good with throats. Or, practiced, I figure. Better you ride that instinct than chew up my damn arm like a rogue Pomeranian.

[ For now, the magazine is slid back in the bag. Steve wanders around the bed to sit close, easing off his coat and trying to lighten the mood. ]

I made sure not to wear my best shirt.

From:

heatmetal

You know real monsters aren't exactly like the D&D ones, right? Feels like I shouldn't be the one having to tell you that.

[ hiding nerd shit from him. eddie sits up a little straighter, unable to stop himself from leaning in a little to admire how nice steve smells. all those ridiculous hair care products at work, no doubt. ]

From:

retromix

Yeah, well, they're close enough that a bunch of little shitheads use the exact same descriptions from their dorky rulebook.

[ His heartbeat is back to normal, strong and steady. Before the hospital he ate a breakfast of pancakes and a milkshake from a drive-thru, the scent of it on his skin and in his sweat, salt-thick veins on display when he drags his collar down to expose his pulse.

What a dumb thing to do, honestly. ]

Here, vampire, vampire, vampire.

From:

heatmetal

[ jesus fucking christ. fuck. god fucking damn it. steve harrington is gorgeous and he wants to kiss every single mole and freckle on his lovely throat. ]

Coming. [ he sing-songs, leaning in to press his lips to his throat. allowing himself to try to lean in on those instincts. seeking out the safest place to bite down and suck. the anesthesia in his saliva works to numb the area, turning the sharp bite of his teeth into something pleasurable rather than painful. ]

From:

retromix

[ Steve expected pain. Severe shoulder cramps. He even brought painkillers with a bottle of orange juice in his bag in case he needed to take the edge off any accidental harm, but what he feels is Eddie's mouth and lips and — ]

Oh, God. Oh ...

[ It's like getting a hickey he can't pull away from, a hand burying in Eddie's hair for somewhere to hold on as he makes Steve twitch and moan, restless in mild alarm (but not enough to want to stop). It feels — ]

E-Eddie, holy shit.

[ It feels so good and that's probably what a vampire's prey is supposed to think and OhOhOhhh. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ he tastes like heaven.

not like jason did. soured at the edges with fear and hate. there's trust and love, so much love, in steve's veins. its the ambrosia of the gods, literally warming his skin like the sun. and that moan sends all that brand new blood flowing straight to his dick.

but he minds his hands. thinks of how billy would feel if he blew their chance at getting somewhere safe because he couldn't stop himself from feeling up steve harrington.

and so he drinks deep, but keeps it short. laving his tongue over the wound to coax the skin to close - and unable to stop himself from chasing stray droplets with his tongue, pulling back.]

Jesus, Harrington... you're something else.

From:

retromix

I ... what?

[ He's half-hard and disorientated, flopping to an elbow without fangs there to hold him up. It leaves him laid across Eddie's lap but he doesn't care or immediately register it.

Panting shakily, he sucks down as much oxygen as he can, needing to think again. ]

I'm, um, wow ...

From:

heatmetal

[ he wipes his mouth, trying to ignore the press of steve on his lap, trying to shift so his interest isn't plainly obvious - hands dropping to support steve in case he falls. ]

Pretty good, huh?

[ christ. he wants to kiss him. to go back to that moment outside the trailer, their last conversation where eddie was as alive as steve was, and kiss him then. ]

Rocked your world a little.

From:

retromix

S'not funny.

[ He leans forward and rests his face in the curve of Eddie's neck. ]

... Maybe a little.

From:

heatmetal

[ oh.

oh fuck.

eddie's arms come up, wrapping around him. turning his face to bury it in steve's hair. ]

It's a little funny.

From:

retromix

[ Cuddled close as he sloughs off the drowsiness, he looks up and finds himself closer than he expected somehow. His fingertips trace Eddie's lower lip, then the upper, gently pushing to see a canine. ]

Show me.

From:

heatmetal

[ he hesitates. but, after a moment, obliges. opening his mouth wide to show off his new teeth.

the top and bottoms canines are more pointed, pronounced, more clearly what one would expect from a vampire. but all of his teeth are sharper than a typical human's. slicker, smoother, stronger, too, if steve feels bold enough to press a finger to them. ]

From:

retromix

[ The pad of his thumb presses to a lower canine as Steve looks between those fangs and Eddie's eyes. He's still breathing heavy when he digs his skin against the sharp jut and lets him taste his blood again, just a drop. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ fuck.

he isn't expecting it, moaning shakily as steve's blood hits his tongue. closing his mouth around the finger to gently suck it. ]

From:

retromix

[ Resting his forehead against Eddie's temple, Steve lets him feed. Catches his breath. It's nothing like the bite on his neck and he wants to help.

If Steve is good for eating, fine. Weird flex by reality but okay. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ it's crossing some kind of line, he's sure. you don't just suck on your friend's finger and have that not be some kind of sexual. especially when you can taste the spike of arousal in their blood, when you're trying very hard not to will your dick down before it gets you into trouble.

eventually steve seems to have settled. he licks the wound closed and keeps an arm around him, shutting his eyes. ]

Missed you, Harrington.

From:

retromix

[ His thumb is annoyingly numb when he rubs it against his leg, he can't feel it. Tucks it in his fist.

Steve sighs deeply, reluctant to move. ]

That was noooot how they bit people in the movies, man.

From:

heatmetal

You have not been watching the right vampire movies, dude.

[ he rubs his back. ]

I dunno exactly how all this works. We're... alive. Obviously. But it changed us... evolved us, I guess... To survive.

From:

retromix

Are you guys together?

[ Certain parts of this feel incredibly lucid and obvious, even as he pushes his nose against a cheek and speaks there, lips moving. It bears checking for sure, apparently, if any of that was a hint. ]

The kissing kind of friends?