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Steve was staring at his lips. Steve was staring. At. His lips. Eddie felt like his mental fog cleared up immediately.
“I thought I made you promise not to drink my blood if you were going to stay here.” Steve whispered.
“I thought I told you no promises.” Eddie blurted, unsure exactly what to do with himself. Is he dreaming? Since when was Steve–
“Do you..want to?” Steve asked with extreme hesitation. Eddie felt like his jaw was going to hit the floor. His mouth flooded with saliva again at the thought of getting to sink his teeth into Steve’s neck. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure where this was coming from.
“Thats– I mean are you sure? S’ kinda a big deal. I think.” Eddie whispered back. He felt
like if he whispered he would break whatever spell was happening.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Steve chuckled, smiling beside himself. Eddie
felt like his heart was in his throat as he tried to calm his rising nerves. He nodded his head as confirmation. Steve moved then, maneuvering so he was laid flat on his back on the bed. Eddie watched with uncertainty. Eddie positioned himself above him, both arms bracing himself next to Steve’s head.
“Where do you want me?” Eddie asked, humor once again being used to diffuse the tension. Steve laughed, grimacing at the double entendre.
“Just– I don’t know. You’re a vampire so my neck?”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Eddie lowered himself then just until he was right above Steve’s neck, their bodies incidentally pressing together. From here, the scent was overwhelming; intoxicating him again. He thought back to the shower. “Tell me when to stop, okay?”
Steve nodded stiffly. Eddie, trying and failing not to be weird, pressed his mouth down, placing a chaste kiss where he planned to bite. Steve shivered, letting out a complaint, something like ‘just do it already’ but Eddie wasn’t listening anymore. He licked a stripe up Steve’s neck, savoring the slightly salty taste, feeling the pushing of his pulse like a kick drum. Finally, positioned right below Steve’s ear, Eddie bit down.
Steve expected it to hurt worse in his opinion. A quick spike of two needles piercing his skin had him flinching, but just as quickly he settled down. It definitely felt…odd. His limps became lax and heavy and he fell sleepy, his eyes hanging a bit.
He let out a slightly strangled groan and Eddie began to pull harder. He felt, for all intents and purposes, blissful– incredible, even. The high from before was nothing compared to right now. He rose his arm to run through Eddie’s rat nest, tugging gently and pressing down causing Eddie to bite harder. He thought he heard a moan rumble from Eddie but he couldn’t be quite sure.
The bite was beginning to have a certain effect on him if his pants becoming tighter were any indication. This should probably weird him out more than it was but all he could focus on was the gentle pulling and biting on his neck. He hadn’t felt this good in…he can’t even remember. Nancy? Maybe.
If the blood from the other day was a 4 course meal, what he was experiencing now was better than any Michelin star restaurant. His eyes rolled back into his head as he bit down, an almost animalistic instinct took over him as he fought off the urge to keep biting, keep seeking.
Steve was becoming so pliant under him, he would swear to anyone that would listen that he could die again very happily. As he sucked harder, chasing the taste and feeling, Steve groaned, pulling at his hair. He had to be dreaming right now. He had to be. He moaned in kind, biting hard. Eddie’s hands began to move then, keeping his right where it was to make sure he wouldn’t collapse onto Steve. The left tentatively moved to cradle Steve’s waist, stroking up and down mindlessly.
His ministrations caused Steve’s shirt to begin to ride up, causing Eddie to touch a small sliver of his skin. It was soft and pliant and he wanted to chew on it. Steve’s hips bucked up a little as Eddie’s hand slipped under Steve’s shirt, feeling up and down his torso. He felt light headed and dizzy and only a little bit slightly just a wee bit rock hard.
Mindlessly he ground down against Steve’s hip. Steve’s hand flew up to grab Eddie’s hip. At first Eddie thought he’d done something wrong, but then Steve tugged his hip down again, encouraging him. Eddie shimmied his thigh between Steve’s legs to find better footing and almost immediately Steve copied his movements.
He thrust upward, moaning loudly. Eddie groaned around his neck. They stayed like this for a few moments longer between Eddie disconnected himself from Steve. He licked at the wound to stop it from continuing to bleed.
He looked like a monster…a hot monster? Yeah, no, definitely a hot monster. Steve was learning a lot about himself in the past hour, like that he thought Eddie, whose mouth and chin were covered with HIS blood was the hottest thing he’d ever bore witness to. Eddie plonked his forehead against Steve’s, hesitating his previous motions. Steve would claim that he most definitely didn’t whine at the slowing of contact.
“Wait okay are we, is this, are we doing this?” Eddie prattled.
“Yeah, yeah we’re doing this.” Steve affirmed with an uptick of his hips. Eddie let out a goddamn whimper.
“Okay but just— are you sure you’re not just—“
“Eddie, shut the fuck up.”
“Right, yeah okay.” Eddie dug his hips down hard, the both of them groaning at the contact. Steve shimmied to get his shirt off, leaving his chest bare. Eddie swooped down to lick and nip at his collar bones. Steve moaned, humping up in earnest now, pulling and tugging at Eddie’s hair. Eddie was using both hands to explore Steve’s body now, running them up and down his waist and chest, occasionally playing with his nipples.
“C’mon, take these off.” Steve muttered, tugging at Eddie’s jeans. Eddie gently placed a hand on Steve’s throat, squeezing carefully.
“And who are you to be making demands?” Eddie’s eyes were dark, headspace spiraling dangerously close to shit he knew Steve definitely wasn’t ready for.
“Please.” Steve groaned. And, well, goddamn it, he didn’t need to be told twice, ripping off his jeans as fast as he could before continuing with his previous activity. The sensation was cranked to 11 and once again he felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Steve was writhing under him. He went back to exploring, his hands dipping past the waistband of Steve’s sweatpants to get two handfuls of his ass. They both moaned, spitting out profanities into each other's air, their lips never quite touching.
“You gonna come?” Steve ground out.
“Mhm, yeah…”
“Good me too.”
…
And then Dustin walked in.
DUSTIN??
“Hey guys we might have cracked— AHHH!” Dustin was screaming. The two men were screaming. Everyone was screaming. Eddie rolled off the bed, throwing a blanket over Steve to preserve his modesty. Eddie scrambled to get his jeans back on, and more importantly hide the very obvious hard on he was rocking with the matching wet spot.
“Get out of my room Henderson!” Steve screamed, throwing pillows at the kid. Dustin hadn’t stopped screaming as he left, slamming the door and running back down the stairs.
***
“…So how long has that been going on for?” Dustin pressed, not quite meeting their eyes. The two men were sat on the couch with Dustin sitting across from them, newly clothed and very very embarrassed.
“What time is it?” Eddie asked Steve.
“Just about 4 o’clock.” He muttered.
“About 2 hours and 17 minutes.” Eddie affirmed, though attempting a joking tone it just came off awkward. No one laughed.
“Did he…did you.. bite—“
“I asked him to.” Steve punched out. The kid looked like his eyes were going burst out of his head looking at the freshly purple and blue bruise that had formed around the already healed over bite mark.
“Did you even THINK to consider that maybe you could have given him the virus by biting him??” No actually. No one thought of that. They both appeared panicked now, the lack of response answering Dustin's question. “You’re so lucky that’s not how the virus is passed on. SO LUCKY. Jesus, just next time lock the door.”
“Next time don’t barge into my house without knocking?!” Steve bellowed.
“It’s never been an issue until now!!” Dustin yelled back. Eddie rubbed a hand over his face as the two continued to bicker. Next time— hopefully there would be one. Steve was ushering the child out the door, slamming it in his face. Dustin continued to yell about having important information about Eddie but Steve dismissed him, yelling back that there would be other times to tell him. He locked it and clicked the deadbolt for good measure.
“Jesus Christ…” Steve shook his head, annoyed and blue balled. He hadn’t been blue balled since he was a freshman in High School for fucks sake. He grabbed Eddie by the wrist, pulling him back up the stairs and back to his bedroom. He didn’t seem in the mood to continue fooling around though.
“Wanna take a nap?” Eddie posed. Steve nodded his head, pulling Eddie up onto the bed. Steve shucked his shirt back off, Eddie now following his lead, along with his jeans. He collapsed on top of Steve, his head rested on his chest so he could listen to his heart beat. Quietly,
“Should we talk about this?” Eddie asked, unsure of himself completely. Steve shook his head.
“Not right now.” His eyes already closed. Eddie drifted to the thought of something like this persisting in the future.
* * *
When Steve woke up, it was already beginning to become dark out. The clock on the table read 7:04pm. He hadn’t felt the weight of Eddie on his chest anymore. Looking over his shoulder he saw Eddie sitting up, his back straight and tight. He was taking in short, gasping breaths.
“Eddie?” Steve was trying not to be concerned. “Eddie, are you okay?” He tried to shake Eddie by the shoulder but he wouldn’t budge. Steve got up so he could look at Eddie’s face. He stumbled back, fear gripping his throat. “EDDIE!” Steve shook Eddie by the shoulders harder this time. He grabbed his jaw, inspecting his face with fear. But nothing, no response. Steve scrambled for his walkie talkie.
“Code Black, I have a code black, get to my house now!” Steve yelled into the walkie, not entirely sure if he was even understood. Steve could do nothing but stare.
Eddie’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head, bloodshot and glowing a diminished orange. He sucked in short, staccato breaths, unaware of his surroundings. His jaw was locked closed, tight but the rest of his face relatively relaxed. Steve tore his room apart trying to find his walkman. He knew Vecna was dead, and maybe this was just a nightmare, but he threw the headset on regardless. Eddie had brought a few cassettes back with him when he originally gathered his things. Eddie fumbled to get a black sabbath tape locked in before playing the music.
He held his breath, waiting for Eddie to come back to him, but nothing happened. He waited and waited, before ripping the headphones off. 15 minutes passed before Steve heard the hurried steps of Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike. They ran through the doorway to find Steve cradling Eddie’s face, slapping him gently. Lucas and Max looked frozen and a little green with remembrance. Mike hurried to Steve’s side yelling about what was going on. Dustin tried the headphones again but nothing. In short, it was chaos.
“I just woke up and he was like this I don’t know what’s going on!”
“Why isn’t the music working!”
“It can't be Vecna, we killed him.”
“Did we??” Max watched in horror, a thousand yard stare gracing her features. Nancy and Robin were next, running into the room on high alert. Suddenly, Eddie took a deep, desperate gasp, screaming in horror. He scrambled back, hitting the headrest before processing the room around him. Steve looked like he was ready to fight god, Nancy and Robin too. Dustin had tears in his eyes and Mike stood with his jaw on the floor.
Lucas held Max, turning her away.
“Why are you all looking at me?” Eddie whispered.