eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[retromix]

You think my smile's charming?

[ Like no one's ever said that before. ]

[heatmetal]

Oh, come off it. You ooze charm.

[retromix]

I do?

[ Eyes twinkling, he sounds genuinely interested. Teasing Eddie is a lot easier than he anticipated (not that he thought about this, not ever). ]

Am I about to hear I'm pretty, too?

[heatmetal]

Drop dead gorgeous.

[ he cocks his head to the side, eyes bright and mischievous. ]

I get it. That why you're donating blood. You need someone to puff your ego with pretty words.

[retromix]

Maybe I'm just a good samaritan trying to help you absorb some of these gorgeous looks, you want to keep an eye on your hair or it'll start defying gravity. Kinda dangerous with all of yours.

[ It's playground taunting, fond as he tests which buttons he can push. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he grabs a handful of his curly locks, twisting them skyward. ]

Guess I'd better start investing in whatever glue you use to keep your hair perfect.

[retromix]

Yep, it's glue. You're right on the money.

[ Only his adopted son gets to know the truth about Farrah Fawcett!! ]

Buuut I guess it looks okay as it is. Maybe.

[heatmetal]

It's damn hot is what it is.

[ it's a frizzy mess because he's in dire need of a proper shower. ]

[retromix]

[ Steve leans forward on the bed, reaching up to brush those frizzy curls over Eddie's shoulder with fingertips gliding down the back of his neck. ]

You look good, Munson. [ And then, so it doesn't get too heavy, ] Glad I can help speed along your recovery toward an actual shower.

[heatmetal]

[ ah. ahhhhhh. there's definitely a shiver running down his spine. his laugh comes out breathy. ]

Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated.

[camarod]

[the door opened at least a thirty seconds ago: a quiet creak without much of the noise that the other wards have. there’s perks to being both temporary celebrity and pariah: no one wants to be near them when vulnerable. he’s leaning against the door for those thirty seconds, arms folded, watching Steve’s hand sit comfortably on Eddie’s neck, watching Eddie’s face light up. a passing nurse catches his eye and he smiles, all charm, before he pushes from the door and slips inside, closing it just as quietly.

Billy’s not stupid, even with all the knocks on the head. even if he couldn’t smell lingering arousal and blood, he’d know - he’d have to be blind not to see this. something feral and possessive unfurls in his chest, jealous and insecure about how well they seem to fit together. there’s something else, too, sad and lonely, a thing that remembers pining after Steve Harrington in their senior year and having to swallow it down, focusing it into his fists instead.

he’s going to have to unpack this, probably. the way he wants to crawl between them and whisper me, me, me.

for now he’s - dressed. showered, changed thanks to Susan. tight jeans, shirt half open with his scar faded pink, open, maybe proud. he’s behind Steve fast, a knuckle tracing the back of his neck like a mimic, eyes meeting Eddie’d over his shoulder. ] Aren’t you two sweet.

[Steve was right: Billy is a little less human. Probably.]

[heatmetal]

Baby.

[ eddie doesn't jerk back. doesn't twist away, doesn't act like he's doing anything wrong - because that would only confirm whatever worst case scenario is running through billy's head. eddie knows he likes steve. and up until several moments ago, thought that was an impossible, stupid want.

and here steve is, flirting with him. expressing... upset, even, that eddie had found someone else in the scant week they'd been separated. but he had.

instead he reaches, making patient grabby hands for his -

( boyfriend? partner in crime and death? neither feels like what they are. soulbound, maybe, tied together forever. )

his billy. smiling up at him like he put the stars in the skies. ]

Now I remember why I gave you all those discounts on my wares.

[retromix]

[ A hissed Jesus catches in his throat as a finger is suddenly running down his neck and he reacts on instinct, vacating the chair to move away, to the end of the bed as his pulse hammers in alarm. Billy definitely hadn't been in the room a moment before, he's ... faster. Steve swallows and itches the back of his neck where he stands, feeling a lot like he just shared a significant look with Nancy in a dirty RV and then Jonathan rolled in to sweep her up. ]

H-Hey, man.

[ He must have been dropped down the stairs several times as a baby, this keeps happening. Inserting himself where he doesn't belong, isn't wanted, keeps imagining friendship is something else. Watching Eddie light up with Billy in the room, reaching for him, Steve looks down and busies himself taking the magazine out of the bag. ]

Here, you didn't rip my throat out.

[ It's tossed to Eddie's side. ]

[camarod]

[that feral, possessive thing wants to lunge; to catch Steve before he can escape, dig his claws into his hips and sink his teeth into his neck and -

there’s a slow blink, grounded by baby and Billy bends, a little. reaches for that hand, turns to sit at the edge of the bed, thighs wide and his mouth kissing sweetly against Eddie’s knuckles. ] You smell - [and there’s a look, knowing, that he casts to Eddie, over his shoulder, before he turns his eyes back to Steve, pinning him in place with a slow, easy smirk.

he looks more like Billy Hargrove now, is the thing.] I missed the Steve Harrington tasting session?

[heatmetal]

If you stop lookin' like you want to beat his face in,

[ he squeezes billy's fingers, holding fast. he knows what he smells like and he won't bother hiding it, just leans in to press a quick kiss to billy's lips.

billy's spent longer in hell. and billy is frightened, insecure, terrified of being abandoned - the least he can do is show his affection as blatantly and openly as possible. ]

he might let you have a nip.

[retromix]

Still in the room, weirdly enough. Hi.

[ He hitches up a smile that veers anywhere but the two of them being couple-y. Anxiety over his reaction to being bitten at the neck starts to creep in, he would never have let himself be that vulnerable around Billy when he was alive let alone a monster that apparently moves at the goddamn speed of light and is shooting him daggers for flirting with his boyfriend (which Steve deserves, sure). ]

I said you could last time.

[camarod]

This is just how I look -

[it’s not very Billy like the way he lets himself be shut up by Eddie’s mouth, or how the kiss seems to soothe the rattled parts of him until his smirk is nicer, more loose. it helps that Eddie tastes good, smells even better, like Billy wants to get his hands on him irregardless of them having an audience.

then he’s back to reality, leaning back against Eddie’s legs, and - not grinning, but close.] C’mere, Harrington. Let me see.

[heatmetal]

Mm-mm. This is how you look.

[ he's looping an arm around billy, nice and easy, shooting steve a slightly apologetic look for what just happened there. he's equally to blame. should be minding himself. shouldn't be intoxicated by steve harrington now that, against all fucking odds, he's committed to billy hargrove.

especially when he knows billy has less of a problem killing people than he does. better that he doesn't add steve to the list of potential victims. ]

You're way generous, man. I'll say it so he doesn't have to.

[retromix]

Dunno if generosity has anything to do with not letting people die.

[ Steve shies Eddie's gaze, finding it easier to look at Billy as he takes a few steps closer. His throat bobs as he hooks his collar down, exposing his throat where Eddie's raw red marks are under Steve's moles there.

He feels a lot more like a strip of bacon dropped in a dog's bowl, right now. ]

[camarod]

I’m nice, shitheads. So fucking nice you wouldn’t believe.

[is it his fault? that Steve Harrington brings out his inner peacock? no.

that throat, though. the bob, the lingering smell of blood. Billy’s hand reaches for Steve’s hip, the other untangling from Eddie’s to lift, thumb brushing oh so gently over the almost-healed wound. he imagines Eddie was real sweet about it, all tongue and apologetic spit. the way Billy had been that first time.

he wets his lips, carefully pulls Steve close by his hips, leans up to nose against that throat, lips hovering over the punctures before he hums, low, and tugs the collar on the opposite side, and moved, pressing lips and tongue against the unmarred skin, numbing. Steve Harrington still smells good: like fresh soap, like orange juice and sunshine. He smells like guilty arousal and pure, unaffected affection, and Billy wants it, very suddenly, on him. just for a moment. he’s thorough, the way he had been for Eddie. makes sure that pulse is racing, knows it’s more in fear from Steve than it had been with Eddie. there’s something in that too, that his groaning a little before he sinks his teeth down.

Steve tastes - he tastes like the purest kind of person. so untainted by the same hate as Jason; so full of lifelifelife. it’s the kind of thing you could get addicted to, has Billy clutching tighter, moaning against the gush on his tongue, has him wanting to bite every other part of Steve that’s been unmarked. it’s dangerous, hypocritical.]

[heatmetal]

[ jealousy isn't... a new feeling. but this brand of it is a hot iron, burning him as he swallows. one eddie doesn't entirely know how to handle, this, watching, feels an odd sense of... insecurity that billy wants to leave his own, separate mark on steve.

but he pushes it down. watching instead, ready to intervene if billy can't reign himself in. if billy loses it and takes more than steve can handle giving. ]

[retromix]

[ There's a lot more fear than there was with Eddie, the last time Billy was this close his fists were rearranging the meat of Steve's eyeball and lip. He tries to keep his eyes on the ceiling as the other man's mouth skids up the other side of his neck, wetting his lips nervously a moment before fangs break skin and he gasps, neck arching as it did for Eddie with Steve's body confused between the should-be pain and numbing pleasure that hooks a direct line to his groin. He bows forward with a buckle of knees and fists one hand in Billy's shirt, the other rising with a twitch at Steve's side, uncertain where to hold on or if he even should.

Fingers flex and tremble with every pull at his veins that sucks him dryer.

Steve pants open-mouthed, a groan whining free against his will. ]

[camarod]

[Billy wasn’t a monster, then. he’d been an angry, terrified kid, but he doesn’t expect anyone to care about that. Steve’s blood had smelled sickening then, though: had turned Billy’s stomach with every punch. now? well, now it shoots straight to his dick, which isn’t a new experience for being near Steve, sure, but Eddie’s still hot at his back and Billy feels a little lost in it.

he feels Steve bow forward, gives him easier access, feels the twist of his shirt and moans lower, like a cat purring. he blindly reaches for the other hand, holds it out until it finds Eddie’s shoulder, keeps Steve balanced when he pulls his teeth out, tongue lapping, mouth and saliva urging the wound to clot and close. his dead heart is racing, lips aching to stay on Steve’s neck, but he bows his head forehead onto Steve’s shoulder, panting, a hand still curled on his hip, his head spinning.]

- Fuck, [he has self control, okay. ] Fuck, you taste so good.

[heatmetal]

He does, doesn't he.

[ he leans forward, hooking his chin on billy's shoulder. he presses a chaste kiss to billy's now warm cheek, looping both arms around him and holding him close. ]

You okay, Harrington?

[retromix]

Uh huh.

[ He's weaker than he was after Eddie fed, having lost enough blood that he's light-headed like he stayed out in the summer sun too long. He slumps harder against Billy's hand on his hip, cheek in his hair. Balance shot. Too out of it to even be bothered by their fawning over each other right under his nose. ]