eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[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. ]

[camarod]

[this is a new thing: the feelings of having Eddie's chin hooked on his shoulder, of having Steve's cheek pressed to his hair. he swallows, curls an arm around Steve's waist to keep half-upright, and turns, just enough, to murmur against Eddie's cheek: ] He needs to lie down, baby.

[probably eat something - he can do that, in a moment. he hums, low, and stands slowly, takes Steve gently in his arms and turns him round, gets him on the bed for Eddie to rearrange more comfortably. he catches Eddie's eye, sighs and leans in and over, presses his mouth to Eddie's and murmurs, lower: ] We need to talk, [but first, this sleepy, anaemic mess at Eddie's side. ] Harrington, you hear me? I'm gonna get you a Reesce's cup.

[heatmetal]

[ that's not going to be a good conversation, but it's necessary. eddie runs from a great many things but he won't run if he causes someone else distress. that's not metal.

and so he nods and arranges steve beside him, pulling the blankets up to cover him and scooting off to the side. ]

[retromix]

[ Meanwhile, Steve is burbling to himself as he's laid down. ]

Ohhh, hello bed. Oof.

[ Thankfully he's off his feet because he gets the sensation he's falling when vertical. Horizontal is better, yes. Steve arches his back against the lingering threads of pain travelling through his shoulders and chest where numbing lips never touched, the ache of the bites like a throbbing heartbeat over his own.

He keeps his eyes closed, licking his dry lips. ]

You guys always have the biggest slushies at the mall, huh? Biiiig shakes. I could go for a shake too. [ Gasp, wait! ] Am I the shake?

[camarod]

[that catches him unaware: just how cute Steve Harrington is, completely out of it. his face does something that looks like a fond smile, eyes rolling as he kisses Eddie's cheek. ]

Yeah, you're the prettiest shake in Hawkins. [god help him, he's screwed. off he goes to raid a vending machine - maybe grab the PB&J Susan brought him earlier. maybe a cold coke, if he can find a nice nurse to flirt with.]

[heatmetal]

[ okay...

okay. maybe less bad than he thought. he catches that look. tracks it from billy to steve, sucking on his teeth as he considers that he might not be the only man head over heels for the former king.

he doesn't dare lay down next to him, but he does smooth that ridiculous hair. ]

You are the sweetest shake I've ever tasted, big boy. You even got that big old sourpuss smiling.

[retromix]

Pss, pss, pss! Oh, my bad, he's gone. I'm just gonna ...

[ Arms curling up on his chest, he rolls over and takes some deep, steadying breaths to try and calm his fluttering heartrate. ]

... have a nnnnnn. Mmm.

[ Little power nap, next to Eddie. ]

[camarod]

[he comes back armed with the PB&J, some chocolate and that nice, cold coke. he's grinning out the door at a sweet nurse, calling a charming thanks, sweetheart before he's in, closing the door with his heel. inside, the grin softens as he rounds back on them, dumping the snacks on the chair.

he sighs, running a hand through the curls, dragging the spare chair back over to slump into it. ]

So, [he says, voice quiet. ] Harrington.

[heatmetal]

... yeah. [ he looks down at the unconscious man, perhaps a touch guiltily. Then back to Billy, eyebrows slightly raised. It's not an accusation. Just an acknowledgement. ] Harrington.


[ billy is more his type than Steve. He likes them mean and bratty, likes them dangerous. ]

I didn't know he was interested in men until today. Doesn't change a thing, unless you want it to.

[camarod]

Yeah. Harrington.

[he could laugh. it's been a year, though. been a year on his own, eating monsters and trying to piece the parts of Billy Hargrove back together the right away. then there'd been Eddie, bright like sunlight, and now there's Steve Harrington again, who he's always been a little jealous of. always wanted, just a little.

it's going to get complicated, he knows. maybe fast. ] The blood's easy. This is - this is weirder. Right? The whole time I was pulling his pigtails and he only had eyes for Wheeler. I walk in and he's - he's into you, E. Like you were the only thing in the world.

[heatmetal]

He's still got eyes for Wheeler. [ six little nuggets. He remembers that speech, remembers making gagging motions and Dustin alternating between laughing and elbowing him to shut up. ]

He was a prick to me all through highschool. Or if he wasn't, one of his buddies was and he'd laugh about it. But Henderson convinced him I was innocent and we kinda bonded while sorting out the whole Vecna thing.

[camarod]

I was a prick to you in high school, baby.

[he gets it, Eddie, that's your type. ] I was a prick to him, too. [much worse than he was to Eddie, in the end. ] What do you wanna do about him.

[retromix]

[ Steve snores softly. ♥ ]

[heatmetal]

For like a year. And that was only because you found me sooo hot.

[ he flutters his eyelashes, clearly teasing.

But he looks back to Steve, quiet for a moment. ]

I like him. And I like you.. and you like him. [ he glances to billy. ] He's scared shitless of you right now, but he doesn't know you yet, baby. I just met the real you.

I'm not doing anything without you... We're in this together. Maybe forever, if vampire lore is true.