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On nights out, Luke and Adrian usually went head to head on who drank the most, Henry amusingly the more responsible of the trio, aware of his limits. The two boys always tried to egg him on, get him to continue, but he'd never relented. It usually signified the end of the night, the pair quickly losing steam without their third. They didn't lose the want, or need, still addicts in their own right, but with the shared encouragement and joy taken out of it, shame would creep in. Anything more could be done in private.
Adrian, as was usual, settled their tab and then the trio slowly headed for the exit, Luke slinging an arm around the pureblood's neck and giving him a kiss on the face in thanks as they stumbled around other patrons, making sure to avoid the cut on his head, unable to properly express his gratitude. He couldn't afford to pay for his own share let alone all three of them. It was incredible and he'd be forever in Adrian's debt. Just as they made it to the door, his friend peeled off, though Luke didn't hear the reason why, Adrian's words consumed by the music. Toilet, probably. With a shrug, he and Henry continued through the doors, feeling immediate relief as the cool air hit them. They waited for Adrian, of course, debriefing on the night until a figure approached them.
With the alcohol pumping through his veins, Luke was relaxed and far more approachable than he'd normally be. Henry, however, was always world weary no matter his state of sobriety, so Luke was the first to greet the stranger, smile on his face. It didn't feel like something they needed to be concerned about, especially considering how much socialising they'd just done inside the club.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Following his question, he nodded, making up for Henry's silence. "Yeah, we are. I'm Luke." He still didn't put the dots together, hadn't found the questions strange, but then came the name. Henry placed him first, but Luke's sluggish mind eventually caught up, and his eyebrows raised in realisation, forgetting Eddie's questions. "Ohhhh. You're Eddie? The Eddie? Wow, dude. You're bigger than I imagined. It's - that's crazy," he shook his head in wonder. "So good to meet you. We've heard a lot - it's a lot. Right? There's a lot to... to understand," he looked to Henry for help, quickly losing his train of thought.
Thankfully, Henry's head had felt pretty clear the whole day, able to enjoy the night out with the lads and remain entirely present. That didn't mean he wanted to tempt fate though, so he went easy on the drinks, letting the other two pick up his slack. It made looking out for them an easier task, and whilst the general mood from all three of them was surprisingly cheerful that night, Henry could still sense some tension. Luke was always hugging a drink and Adrian seemed more fretful than usual, not to mention he was sporting a very obvious head wound. They'd only gotten a few shots in before they'd been told that story, and the cause of anxiety for the pureblood became clear.
Adrian had needed a little bit of space after his unintentional confession at the infirmary, unsure where he and his guardian now stood. Henry didn't understand all the ins and outs of their dynamic, nor did he understand the complexities of Alicante's laws and traditions, but in his eyes, none of that really mattered. Communication was at the heart of their issues, just like any other regular couple. Regardless of how it came about, Henry was proud of Adrian for saying how he really felt, in the moment that he felt it. As a man who constantly slipped through time, if there was one thing Henry had come to learn, it was that nobody got a lot of it. Why waste it hiding in shame, dawdling in fear, looking the other way? The present was all they tangibly had, and it was something that could be taken away in an instant. It was why he'd become entangled in Amy so quickly, and why the three of them had become such fast friends — they were all incredibly impulsive, but it stemmed from feeling everything with such a great intensity that they had no place to hide.
With the night winding down, Henry pushed his way through the writhing bodies and followed the pair to the exit, noticing Adrian split off before they'd made it, heading for the toilets. Enjoying the fresh air while they waited, Henry laughed with Luke about one of the guys they'd met that night, though the noise died in his throat when he noticed someone approach. Just because he was impulsive didn't mean he wasn't wary, Henry certainly the least approachable and forgiving out of the trio. Something else he'd learnt in all of his travels were that people were usually assholes. But the man quickly introduced himself and Henry instantly pieced it together, relaxing. He might not have been Eddie's biggest fan, dubious about how he was handling his dynamic with Adrian, but he supposed he should give him the benefit of the doubt. They'd never met before — or at least, current Henry hadn't ever had the pleasure. He let Luke take point, but his friend's train of thought quickly deteriorated, impaired by the night's drinks.
Henry wrapped his arm around Luke's shoulders then, steadying them both. "There is a lot, buddy, you're absolutely right. Maybe, one day, it'll all make sense." He shot Eddie a knowing smile then, unable to help the hint of passive aggression, alcohol emboldening him. He may as well test the waters without Adrian around. "He was with us, yeah. But it sounds like you don't believe him?"
The quickest way to thin out Eddie’s patience was fear, but a close second was anger, irritation, and whilst he’d been entirely prepared to look after his very drunk charge that evening, handling two other drunk men he’d never met before was an entirely different game, one he was very clearly losing. They were all on the same side, they were all Adrian’s friends, yet they were both making it difficult for Eddie to remember that. Despite his warm reception, frustratingly, Luke didn’t answer his most important question and nearly threw Eddie off course entirely with his comments. 'The Eddie’? They’d heard ‘a lot’?
The dhampir’s smile tightened, only nodding stiffly in response. He knew better than anyone Adrian had a tendency to run his mouth when inebriated, often playing up, exaggerating — their recent trip to the infirmary was more than proof of that. Irritation began hurtling towards fear, Eddie now concerned about what Adrian might be telling other people. Albeit, there wasn’t much to tell, Eddie downplaying everything they’d done for the sake of his own feelings, but if anything ever got out, became exaggerated, they’d be completely fucked. Feeling his cheeks begin to warm, Eddie tried his best to waylay his worry, figuring the comments could still be applied to a guardian and charge dynamic. He was certainly very present in Adrian’s life, anyone could see that. Plus, Adrian was a known flirt. It could all be explained. Eddie was still working on convincing himself of that when Henry finally spoke up.
Considering how kindly Luke had responded, and how highly Adrian spoke of him, Henry’s apparent attitude was unexpected. He didn’t know the man enough to confirm if he was being goaded, but it certainly felt like it, Eddie’s pretense of a smile falling completely as their gazes met. It confirmed his fears. Adrian had been talking. But Eddie still couldn’t be sure of the context, of the details, and it certainly wasn’t the place, nor the people, to confirm anything with. Better to talk it it out privately.
Eddie cleared his throat, attempting to calm down. He’d only approached the pair for help, but he’d been sent nothing but curve balls and he was still no closer to finding Adrian. Now Henry was challenging his own relationship? Questioning their trust in one another? It didn’t register to the guardian that Henry had actually made a good point — Eddie wouldn’t hear it, not when it came from someone he didn’t know, not when it was thrown at him like some kind of accusation of failure. “Right,” the blonde nodded, glancing around them again in hopes of spotting Adrian, finding it difficult to maintain his cool. “Well, to me, it sounds like you’re getting involved in something you don’t know anything about. I believe what I see, and I don’t see Adrian. So, where is he?”
After an extensive round of training, Mason was practically hollow with hunger, eager to attend his dinner plans with Eddie. Once he'd seen Neville off at the training centre's entrance, and dismissing the worry that settled over him at leaving his charge alone, Mason began to wait for his best friend, eyes flickering between the corridor and the clock. It was unlike Eddie to be late, usually Adrian's lack of interest in regards to their sessions lead them into being the first pair out. Perhaps they'd lost track of time. With that idea in mind, Mason made way to their private room instead, his desperation for a meal triggering his impatience. His eyebrows rose with surprise when he made it there moments later, thrown off by the faint moans coming from behind the door. Adrian must've been in a better mood today if they were still sparring. Shaking his head in amusement, Mason pushed on through, clasping his hands together. He went to praise them for the overtime, until his vision focused, and he noticed what they were doing. "Oh — shit." He was stunted in disbelief, mouth agape as he watched Eddie quite literally pull himself out of Adrian. Neither of them had a single item of clothing on, and they were both dishevelled, breathless, with Adrian's body pressed against the wall. It left no room for uncertainty, although Mason was certainly confused on the why, and the how, and the when. Knowing he should never have witnessed this, and flushing with embarrassment, Mason turned away, almost choking on his next statement. "Sorry, I'll... I'm — I'm gonna' wait outside. What the fuck —"
With the Angel as his witness, nobody could say Eddie hadn't tried. He'd tried to keep them on task, tried to keep the training session to what it was supposed to be about — actually training. But all resistance became futile once Adrian went to his knees. His charge just wouldn't leave him alone, and how was Eddie supposed to compete with that? Needy hands always on him, his shorts had been tugged off before he'd even come up with a meagre excuse, and seconds later, he was groaning, Adrian taking him into his mouth. They'd made some progress in sparring, he supposed. It hadn't all been for nothing. They could afford to take a few minutes off. Eddie reasoned with himself until his mind clouded over with want, suddenly unable to think of anything else but Adrian's touch, his hands, his mouth. "Fuck, Adrian," he moaned, trying to keep quiet but caring less and less the longer it went on. Right then, the guardian didn't care if the whole world knew what they were doing, so long as it didn't stop.
Feeling his own breath quicken, Eddie suddenly moved, pushing Adrian back to release him. He didn't want to go too early, not before he'd had him. "Come here," the dhampir ordered, holding onto Adrian's elbow as he guided him from the floor to the wall. His charge's back now pressed against the wall, Eddie made quick work of their clothes, tugging them all off until they were both stark naked. Breaths heavy, finally, he kissed him, ravenous and unthinking. Eddie was convinced both of them were insatiable. They'd been sleeping together constantly for two months, and yet, each time still felt like the first, though also underlined with an anxiety that it might be their last, and that they couldn't have each other fast enough for what if it were to be taken away?
They'd shared a few times far more tender than this, but neither of them were in that headspace right then, Eddie turning his charge a minute later, front flush against the wall. This was about want, about need, about power. Lately, Eddie was always irritated and frustrated during training. He was desperate to prove himself, constantly worried what the others thought of him, and always stressed by the never-ending game of keeping Adrian's mood balanced somewhere between happy and focused. All of those feelings compounded with lust, and suddenly, he could think of no better way to get his charge to comply, to listen, and each time he did so, Eddie felt a satisfaction like he'd never experienced. In those moments, when they were truly connected, he felt respected, he felt safe, and he felt worthy. It was addictive, Adrian was addictive, and Eddie lost himself in the motion, pushing into him again and again, a hand finding the back of the blonde's head, keeping him steady. "Stay still —" his voice was gruff, breathless. Every now and then, he glanced at the expression on Adrian's face, at the bruising scattered across the base of his neck, at where their bodies met, and he'd smile, mind whirring from the high of it all, in the confirmation that Adrian was his.
The scent of their sweat became too much, and Eddie found himself wanting his blood again, knowing it would complete them both. "I want you —" he grunted, removing his hand so his lips could find his charge's neck instead, trailing along until he found a recent bruise. But no sooner had he started to kiss the tender spot did the doors fly open, and the world came crashing down upon them. Eddie met his best friend's gaze, and in a rush, all breath left him. The guardian pulled back so fast that both of them staggered, unbalanced. Suddenly so far from the synchronised harmony they'd just been, Eddie gasped, trying to find some air but getting none. He didn't hear Mason apologise, didn't hear anything, his ears ringing. Then, suddenly, his best friend was gone again, and as if his body was unlocking itself, Eddie hunched over, the hand that had fisted Adrian's hair moments ago now finding his chest, rubbing at his lungs, trying to inhale through the seizing panic. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. What... what just... fuck —" His stomach turned, body reeling from the sudden change in emotion, feeling the urge to vomit. "No," he gagged. "Fuck —"

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Mason rolled his eyes as he caught the end of Eddie’s brief interaction with the stranger, already knowing exactly which friend he’d been waiting for. “I’ve been looking for you. It’s almost one in the morning, Eds, and we have training tomorrow.” Mason enjoyed clubbing, but he wasn’t willing to compromise his progress for it. Since the Steele’s had returned, he’d actually been doing well. “Neville was home by nine. He —” Mason gestured to the entrance of Barcelo, making it evident he was about to slate Adrian. “Is taking the piss. It’s not fair, and you know it isn’t. If you don’t go in there and drag him out, I will.”
Gesturing in apology to the stranger, Eddie moved to find purchase further along the wall, checking his phone with a heavy sigh. Still nothing. The voice nearly made him jump, blinking away from the bright screen to find his best friend. “— It is?” Despite constantly checking his phone, he hadn’t once glanced at the time. He did so now, and let out yet another sigh.
“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling embarrassed amongst everything else. “Well, what are you doing back out then? You had the place all to yourself, you could’ve snored it down by now. Or braided Rose’s hair.” Whilst the jokes were normal for the pair, Eddie was trying to deflect from being caught out, feeling sheepish. Mason was someone he’d always looked up to, as a person and as a guardian. The job came far more naturally to him, and he’d landed on a great pairing, one that he’d handled with ease. Eddie, on the other hand, seemed to feel his way through every encounter with Adrian, fiercely determined but very out of his depth.
Mason’s comment and irritation was valid, and if their roles had been reversed, Eddie would be thinking the exact same thing. But he still felt protective of his charge, defensive despite the behaviour frustrating him too. He couldn’t help it. “I guess. But I doubt he knows the time either, man, he probably lost his fucking phone altogether.” At least that would explain why his texts and calls were being ignored, something that was very much grating on his nerves. “Look, I’ll try him a few more times. He’s usually out by one anyway. Or two. Just depends,” he shrugged, lifting the phone to his ear once again. It was pointless, really, considering the noise level, but if he did still have his phone on him, maybe he’d get the point. Anything Eddie could do to avoid Mason running in there, he would. “Dude, you don’t have to stick around for my sake. No point in us both being fucked for tomorrow. Go get your beauty sleep. I’ve got this.”

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