eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[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. ]

[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.

[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 ...

[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.

[retromix]

S'not funny.

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

... Maybe a little.

[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.

[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.

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

[heatmetal]

[ he licks his lips, steve's blood still lingers. ]

Yeah.

[ ... ]

We haven't really talked about what that means.

[retromix]

Means I should get off your bed, buddy.

[ Steve levies himself up with a sway, eyeing the bedside chair. He's gonna dump himself in that and fold his legs, super subtle. ]

[heatmetal]

[ so...

maybe he wasn't imagining the... the thing, between them. steve must have felt it too because he was really feeling it now.

he shifts the blanket up over his hips. ]

Well. I know what'll kill the mood... I didn't get a chance to ask... [ max is still alive, so he's guessing that things must have turned out okay in the end. she's been in and out of his room, holding hands with lucas, looking happier than he's ever seen her. ] Did you make him pay?

[retromix]

[ That's one way to settle his blood, talking about Vecna. Steve nods, hand settling halfway through raking back his hair. ]

Me and Robin lit him up, Nance fired off a few rounds and blasted him out the window. He was gone when we got down there ... and then we heard the chimes.

He ripped his gates open, just like he had planned. [ Because technically, Max did die. ] The Upside-Down's starting to bleed through at the crossroads.

[heatmetal]

Shit.

[ he scrubs a hand down his face. ]

Hargrove and I must've gotten out just in time.

[retromix]

Glad he didn't gobble you up, he seems less ... human, than you.

[ More time as the undead will do that to a man. ]

[heatmetal]

[ unsurprising. he thinks about billy. how billy had been in the upside down for nearly a year but was still, somehow, himself. just... number. that doesn't feel supernatural. that feels fueled by a need to survive. ]

The Upside Down... keeps you alive, man. [ he doesn't know how else to explain it, absently picking at the bedsheets. ] I should've been dead when Hargrove found me, but I wasn't... Lived for a good day or so after Dustin ran to get help. [ he shakes his head. if he'd been brought out, he'd probably have died instantly. he gets that now. ] It was hell, man. Pure hell. If it wasn't for Billy, I...

[ would still be there. begging for death. being twisted up by all that emotion, the toxins in the atmosphere.

and then he thinks about the two of them. the bare minimum to their own mutations. the lack of connection to the rest of the upside down. only vecna, because he's professor x on crack. ]

I don't think he ever died. Vecna's probably just one giant, mutated wound at this point.

[retromix]

Mmm.

[ That's a good description of that place; he remembers demogorgons, the screams of the bats as they descended on him, the fear of mere vines even. Everything was hellish and Vecna most of all.

Billy by all rights should be far more twisted than he is.

Steve reaches out a hand for Eddie's, missing some of the contact from before. Holding hands is okay, right? He never got a chance to talk to him properly. ]

I'm gonna fix your leg, man.

[heatmetal]

[ he offers it easily, giving a solid squeeze. feels warmth build in his chest, painful fondness for this man. ]

... You're a really good dude, Steve Harrington. You know that?

[retromix]

Says the guy who not only played a Metallica concert in hell but also took on an army of evil bats all by himself.

[ He arches a brow, lips twitching. ]

Thank you for that, by the way.