Run. And Live.

Summary:

Raised to be the warrior that will bring his homeland to victory, Steve Harrington razes any enemy he faces, leaving nothing except blood and ash. Burning bright as the sun, there is nothing that can stop him.

Until Eddie Munson.

Who faced the full force of what Steve could bring to bear, and survived. Who, after taken prisoner, tempts Steve with the answers he's wanted his entire life: of his origins, of his powers, and who exactly he is supposed to be—if not a living weapon.

OR, the fantasy enemies to lovers fic where Steve is the sun and Eddie is the moon

And now, fucking mistletoe kept appearing around Eddie like Christmas herpes, and Steve was the one who basically gave it to him.

It wouldn’t go away. Not really a matter of trying, it couldn’t go away unless Steve avoided Eddie until January or…

Kissed him.

Some kind of cosmic joke, when his little bit of magic decided to rear its head for the whole idea of true love’s kiss bullshit. It wasn’t true love. Just…Steve’s love.

Because Eddie Munson would never love him.

And avoiding him might have worked, with Steve holed up in his room for the rest of the holidays.

He blamed Dustin.

The kid just showed up whenever he wanted, now that the gremlins were all on winter break, determined to find some way of getting Steve into playing their fantasy dragons game. It didn’t matter if Steve didn’t pick him up.

Because if Steve wasn’t the one driving Dustin around—Eddie was.

So, when Dustin burst through Steve’s front door, arms laden with notebooks and tiny action figures, Eddie strolled in right behind him.

And as soon as Steve saw him, cheeks bright pink and wearing a haphazard scarf El made for him, it happened.

Mistletoe, with spiked green leave and vibrant gem berries, bloomed in an instant. One on the banister, on at Eddie’s feet, and one on the damn ceiling right over their heads.

Subtle.

Eddie hadn’t noticed three plants appear out of thin air.

But Steve couldn’t snatch them before Eddie saw them, either.

He furrowed his brows at the one at his feet, and then scoffed when his gaze traveled to the stairs. Eddie plucked it off to examine, and Steve dug his nails into his palms to keep from asking Eddie’s thought about what Steve had—unintentionally—made for him.

“Jesus, this stuff is everywhere lately. Like a little plant stalker.”

Steve offered a dry chuckle. He could work with that.

“The kids must’ve—”

“Oh, that’s probably Steve.”

Dustin fucking…materialized beside him. Eddie, just as startled, clenched his fingers around the mistletoe, slight crushing it.

“What?”

Steve shoved Dustin’s should hard enough to pull a wince, glaring in his best way of silently shouting, What the fuck, Henderson?

Eddie’s eyes flicked between them. “This is that whole—?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded.

He knew about Steve, already. His magic wasn’t as strong then as right now, but it had been enough to function as a walking ice pack once Eddie was out of the hospital.

That hadn’t helped Steve’s stupid feelings either. Easing Eddie’s aches, the deep pain from his scars.

Dustin flapped his hands at them, vibrating with his excitement to continue blabbing all of Steve’s secrets. “Did he tell you, last years, he made it snow an extra day so we’d get off school!”

Eddie’s gaze slid to Steve.

“You…made it snow.”

Voice soft, dark eyes taking Steve in. Curious, not doubting.

Steve wanted Eddie to know it was true. That, somewhere in him too, was the kind of wonder that emanated from Eddie.

It wasn’t much, so it happened rather quickly.

The room cooled ten degrees—and Steve hardly felt it, but Eddie shivered—his fingers tingling with residual frost spreading up his hand at his side, then into the air until a burst of crystalline snowflakes fluttered down around them.

Steve let it go on for a minute, watching Eddie put out his free hand—because the other was still holding the damn mistletoe—to catch snowflakes on his palm. As his dark hair sparkled slightly silver with each soft crystal that landed on his curls, even a few on his lashes.

Steve’s breath escaped him. Mistletoe bloomed across the ceiling.

And then Eddie…looked at him.

And Steve…

Turned tail to the kitchen.

“Steve?” Eddie called after him, but Steve couldn’t.

He’d messed up this time. Eddie had to have figured out Steve felt something for him, and even if he didn’t kick Steve completely out of his life, he couldn’t go back to how it was. Not if Eddie knew.

Steve stumbled into the kitchen, but their were footsteps just behind. And he turned, hoping—but knowing…

“Hey there, Ice Princess.”

The snow had melted from his hair, but Eddie’s cheeks were still pink, one dimpled from a teasing smile. All bravado.

“Funny,” Steve huffed.

Eddie kept grinning, lifting his hand to present Steve’s mistake to him once again. “This was you, then.”

Steve wiped his hands on his thighs, coming up blank for any viable excuse. “I just…It’s not what you think, alright?”

“What I think?”

Steve sighed, “It’ll stop by January, I swear.”

Eddie dropped the mistletoe to the floor, and in three long strides, backed Steve up against the counter. Their thighs, their chests touched and a flush flared across Steve’s body with Eddie close, so close.

“You don’t know what I think, Steve.”

Steve’s gaze dropped to Eddie’s lips. Eddie pressed the tip of his canine into pink flesh.

Mistletoe rained down from the ceiling, bouncing off their heads and onto the floor.

“I knew it,” Eddie breathed.

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“Nope. Got double-booked with Hagen and didn’t win the coin toss.” The guy’s mouth pulled at the corner, confirming what Eddie was suspecting. “Shoot’s canceled.”

Eddie slumped into the cushions. “Well, shit.”

“Director said you can go home. We’ll let you know when it’ll happen.” The PA shrugged, and turned away from the door, already running down the schedule for his next stop.

It wasn’t the end of the world. Eddie had another shoot scheduled in a couple days, but with everything else he was doing, this one likely wouldn’t happen for another month.

He’d been excited about it.

Usually, his videos played better to the male crowd, with Eddie’s tattoos, his lean and strong frame, and silver rings framed in shots where he held pretty boys mouths open for his cock—so he wasn’t often paired with the girls. But of any of them, only his videos with Chrissy Cunningham did anywhere close to as good as his own. She wasn’t anything like it outside of a shoot—but ever since their video as cheerleader and metalhead, the masses wanted more.

She had this deceptive sort of dominance, matching Eddie play for play without it seeming like an act before submission. Eddie was pretty sure neither of them really ever submitted.

Freakin’ Hagen wasn’t even doing anything exciting…some casting couch thing.

With a sigh, Eddie let himself linger in the feel of Steve’s mouth, his tongue stroking on the underside of his dick before he sat up, pulling out from between his pinkened lips. “You can stop now, baby.”

Steve’s exhale traveled over Eddie’s spit-slick cock, before his lashes fluttered and he gazed up at Eddie with dark, dark eyes, the pupils so round and wide their normal whiskey amber was reduced to a sliver. The sight of them alone could get Eddie ready for a shoot without the need for Steve’s mouth on him.

He’d been hired just over a month ago as one of their fluffers. Eddie had been the third actor he’d worked on. And then his last.

Steve had become exclusively Eddie’s at this point. In and outside their respective bedrooms.

Not exactly company policy, but nobody stopped them.

Eddie ran his thumb over Steve’s swollen bottom lip, considering whether or not to use such a willing partner while Steve was already on his knees. He could really let Steve give it his all instead of toeing the line between keeping Eddie camera-ready and ready to cum. Take him all the way to the back of his throat.

Then again, he already pushed it with commandeering Steve all for himself. Fucking in the dressing room might not go over so well.

“Go rest for a bit while I get ready,” Eddie said to him, punctuating his decision by covering his fading erection with his robe.

“M’kay,” Steve nodded, pushing into Eddie’s hand against his cheek as he stood. Eddie followed suit, and Steve dropped into the space he vacated on the couch, sprawled across the length of it. He knew not to touch the clear bulge of his own cock in his jeans, though he kept his arms above his head just to be sure.

Eddie went to his locker to gather his things and change, but it wasn’t long before there was a knock at his door.

He wasn’t surprised much to find Chrissy standing there, already dressed in jeans and a tight sweater, hair up in her ponytail. Unfortunately, it would not be coming undone for a video today.

“Heard the news?” he asked, slipping on his boxers.

She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Freakin’ Hagen. He never reads the schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, undoing his robe. Not like anyone in the room hadn’t seen literally of it before.

“His videos don’t do half as well as either of ours, and he knows it Boring, repetitive. He’d got to put twice as much out to keep up.”

Chrissy hummed in agreement, strangely quiet when it came to badmouthing the one guy who was absolutely lucky to be at the studio with his track record. Eddie glanced over his shoulder, and on second thought, he should have known.

Chrissy looked at Steve, head cocked thoughtfully.

He still lounged on the couch, one of his long legs hung over the back of the cushion, eyes shut as he waited. Steve hadn’t been assigned to Chrissy before Eddie called eternal dibs, but Eddie was still surprised she hadn’t met him yet.

“He’s cute,” she said, stepping into the room. She approached the couch, a question in her eyes to Eddie that he nodded to. Carefully, she ran her fingers through Steve’s hair, and he arched into it immediately, opening his eyes for her.

It was devastating and Eddie knew it. Chrissy’s eyes gleamed in interest.

“You don’t do any videos?”

Steve shook his head, pliant and quiet while Chrissy massaged his scalp.

“Harrington prefers the behind the scenes work. So, he’s all mine,” Eddie answered, recalling how Steve looked in his bed while Eddie took him apart as he slipped into his jeans.

Part of him had considered putting Steve in front of a camera—with Eddie, of course—but besides Steve’s hesitance to do so, he’d only had Steve to himself for a few weeks.

“And the site would crash after a few seconds of his fucked-out face,” he added.

Steve flicked his eyes toward Eddie in a glared at belied the loose sprawl of his body. Eddie winked at him, doing up his belt.

Chrissy went quiet again until Eddie had finished dressing. A flare of arousal at the base of Eddie’s spine hinted that he might not be leaving as disappointed as he would have five minutes before.

“You know, my apartment’s not far from here,” Chrissy said, even and sweet. Eddie bit back a grin as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. “There might not be any cameras, but it’d be a shame to let the day go to waste.”

“Inviting me over, Chris?”

She nodded, easing her hand into the perfect place to pull on Steve’s hair and force him to arch his back, eyes on her. She peered down at him, hungrily eyeing a precious prize. “And this sweet boy here, of course.”

Eddie’s cock twitched in the confines of his jeans. Still, he held back his resounding agreement to call over, “Steve?”

“Yeah.” He did his best to make eye contact with Eddie as he answered, then back to Chrissy to say it again. “Yes.”

~*~*~*~

“Shit, Eddie,” Chrissy gasped, hands clutched onto the headboard. She rocked her hips down against the slick tongue licking into her, shuddering when Steve’s moan wracked through her. “I see why you don’t share him.”

Eddie chuckled as he watched her face, quite familiar with the feeling of Steve’s not just expertise with his mouth, but his enthusiasm. Steve had been born for something like this, and Eddie happily reaped the rewards.

Chrissy was fit and lean, a swimmer, and the muscles in her thighs rippled as she rode Steve’s face. His hands, large and rough, dug in to keep her close, his bare cock hung heavy against his inner thigh. On their own, each was beautiful—especially when Chrissy had put Steve on his knees for her in her bedroom.

And the two of them together…Eddie could die happy right that second.

But then he wouldn’t get to have any fun, and that would not do.

He shuffled up the mattress on his knees, straddling Steve’s thighs behind Chrissy. She didn’t break her rhythm even when Eddie started rubbing his dripping cock against her back and cupped his hands over her tits. She moaned softly, the touch not quite enough to take her attention away from Steve.

He took one of her nipples between his fingers and tugged, twisting until Chrissy arched her back into it, and then he let go. Chrissy panted, but refused to give, dropping one hand to thread into Steve’s hair and shove his tongue as deep as it could go.

Eddie tapped on one of Steve’s hands, a quick check-in. He tapped back, good to continue.

“You always make me work for it, huh, Chris?” Eddie growled, tugging at both her tits.

“Don’t want you getting lazy on me, Munson,” she said, the barest hint of a whimper leaving her lips.

Eddie chuckled and pressed two fingers against her lips, the other reaching down to ease her hand off Steve’s hair to give him a break. She let him, grabbing tight to the headboard again.

But where Steve would have opened easy and wanton for Eddie, Chrissy did what Eddie loved best about her. She fit her teeth around the first knuckle of each finger, just over the line of gentle, her tongue teasing his fingertips.

“I might not be able to make you,” he said to her, drawing close. She narrowed her eyes at him, but Eddie didn’t relent. “But I can make him.”

Steve might be playing pet for both Eddie and Chrissy right then, but Steve was his always. And if Eddie ordered him to stop, Steve would.

Chrissy’s eyes examined Eddie’s face, considering his willpower to hers. Considering the cost of being stubborn over quite nothing at all.

After a moment, she released her teeth and let Eddie’s fingers into her mouth. She stared hard at him while he thrust them slowly between her lips, pink and plump, and he decided that making her choke on them could wait for another time.

Satisfied that he had made his point, Eddie slipped his fingers out and reached between Chrissy’s legs, finding her pussy soaked and dripping from Steve’s tongue.

He hadn’t needed to work so hard with Chrissy’s mouth, but the win had been worth the waste. Two of his fingers slid inside easily, and Chrissy spread her legs wider to make room. He added a third before she had to ask, bullying Steve’s tongue out of the way.

His knuckles hit Steve’s chin as he crooked them deeper and thrust into Chrissy, practiced already with the necessary angle. Steve moaned and shifted somewhere new—though Eddie had a decent idea where when Chrissy bit hard onto her bottom lip.

“He find your clit?” he murmured into Chrissy’s ear.

“Oh, immediately.”

Eddie gave a pleased hum and raised his voice loud enough for Steve to hear. “Keep right there, Stevie, yeah?”

With his mouth preoccupied, Steve tapped Eddie’s thigh twice for his answer. Eddie hummed into Chrissy’s hair, and shoved his fingers deep inside her. She sighed at the fullness, and Eddie knew four would be even better, but from behind it was difficult.

So he crooked his fingers over and over, feeling Steve’s jaw working alongside him, and fucked Chrissy’s pussy with short, rough thrusts. He wasn’t going to hit her g-spot, not yet. He wanted her to tell him she wanted it this time—that she wanted him to make her cum.

“C’mon, Eddie,” Chrissy growled, staring down at Steve below her. “Make a mess of that pretty face.”

And fuck, Eddie hadn’t even thought of that. Caught up in his battle of dominance with Chrissy, when Steve was going to get the best humiliation of his and Eddie’s relationship yet.

Eddie huffed and growled in return, angling his shoulder to fuck all three fingers into Chrissy fast and rough, her pussy so drenched and slick it was sliding down Eddie’s wrist even before she was finished. Steve had taken hold of her hips, holding her in place while he sucked on her clit and Eddie pounded the perfect spot inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Chrissy clenched hard around Eddie’s fingers, finally letting her cries and whine free with her release. Eddie let his fingers be forced out, grabbing his cock at the base to keep from coming as he sat back and watched Chrissy squirt onto Steve’s face, drenching his mouth, his chin, and even down to his chest before she finally stopped squirming with the aftershocks.

Steve—sweet, sweet Steve—kissed her inner thighs with his slick lips.

Eddie released his hold on his cock, shutting his eyes with a sigh as he stroked himself. He replayed it over in his mind, how Chrissy had writhed on his fingers and Steve had happily taken it all and more.

“Oh, we’re not done,” Chrissy said, voice annoyingly steady as she smacked Eddie’s hand away from his cock.

He opened his mouth to bitch, but Chrissy was already clamoring into his lap and shoving him onto the mattress by his shoulders, settling her full weight on his chest. Her skin was shining with sweat, and Eddie fucking hoped she was about to ride him into oblivion with her pussy wet and ready with release.

Instead, she bent forward, nipping hard at Eddie’s bottom lip.

She laughed at his scowl, and said, “We’re not done, until you and I fuck Steve just as hard you did me.”

Eddie had already been drawn in by the costumes, examining them with his eyes wide and bright with glee. He managed to pull his attention back to Steve, who had better resistance to this place and stood in the middle of a rack of props with his hands on his hips.

“Where else are you going to find a rubber machete and a…” He paused, unhooking a costume from its spot and bounded over to Steve to wave it in his face. “nerd girl with orange sweater costume right next to each other?”

Steve eased the thick plastic-wrapped costume away from his face, unimpressed.

Eddie was entirely unbothered, his mind already several thoughts beyond what he last said as his gaze laved over the bounty before him. They caught sharply on something, and Eddie darted off again with only a “Ooh, vamp fangs” to explain where he’d gone.

Leaving Steve holding a costume he definitely wasn’t buying.

He placed it back on a hook, probably not the right one, and tried to follow Eddie as he meandered through aisles, picking up whatever looked interesting even if he put it right back down.

“And they just show up every year?” Steve asked.

“It’s the inevitable fate of the abandoned storefront to eventually become…” Eddie turned, raising a ghoulish mask to his face and putting on a goofy voice. “Spirit Halloween.”

And Steve laughed. Because Eddie maybe looked as though he belonged on the one of the shelves, but really he was a ridiculous man who made Steve feel ridiculous things deep in his chest.

“Well,” Steve said, pulling the mask down only to find Eddie making his best impression of it. “I can see why you like it.”

Eddie dropped the contortion of his face for a genuine smile, stepping into Steve’s space for just a moment to slip his fingers under Steve’s shirt and run them across his stomach. They couldn’t do more, not in public like they were, but it was enough.

Then, Eddie was right back to it, eyes flitting over Steve’s shoulder before his hand immediately followed.

“What about these?” he said, settling something on his head.

They were just large enough to peek out over the wildness of Eddie’s dark curls, looking all the more as though there was a real pair of cat ears, fuzzy and black, instead of a headband. It was different, for Eddie. Soft and cuddly and maybe if he’d picked out one with cow ears, he’d match his big brown eyes a little bit more.

And then Eddie let out this little noise.

“Meow.”

And it wasn’t anything different than he’d ever done. Just as random and dramatic and silly as usual, but  it came out of Eddie’s mouth and Steve went still. He had to, because maybe if he didn’t move and Eddie didn’t make that sound again, he wouldn’t be…turned on.

Jesus fuck, he was hard because Eddie meowed at him.

And maybe because of the ears, but still.

“Steve?”

“Uh,” Steve came back to find Eddie staring at him with a frown, and he fought not to bring attention to the fucking blatant giveaway in his jeans by adjusting himself. Eddie was still wearing the damn ears. “Yeah. Looks…cute.”

Brow furrowing, Eddie removed the ears.

Steve wasn’t sure what he felt more: relief or disappointment.

“If you don’t like it, that’s okay,” Eddie said, setting the ears on the rack.

“No, I just—” Steve shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. That only made him glance at the ears again and he forced his gaze away. He forced a soft laugh and asked, “What ever happened to a sexy nurse?”

Something flickered in Eddie’s eyes, interest or humor, but he stopped frowning at least.

“I could do both,’ he said with a wink. He hooked his fingers with Steve’s and tugged him toward an unexplored section of the store. “Come on, wandering’s half the fun.”

~*~*~*~

Steve figured that was that.

Eddie found a costume he liked—something from one of his horror movies and not a cat—and they left. Eddie put the bag in his room to be untouched until Halloween, and if Steve got a flush down his neck whenever he was over and noticed the bag in the corner, that was his business.

It wasn’t that strange. It was just Eddie. Eddie made Steve’s brain go haywire most of the time anyway.

He didn’t even mention it to Robin, mostly because he had no idea what had really happened.

So he didn’t think about it.

And he was pretty sure Eddie hadn’t either.

Until he walked into the trailer, date night movie rental and homemade beans and rice in hand, and discovered that Eddie had absolutely noticed his weird behavior that day and had definitely been thinking about it.

“Hey.”

There were no words. Steve had none whatsoever, standing awkwardly with his hands full and mouth half-open because Steve’s brain was focused completely on…ears. And…tail.

Not the same ears from the halloween store. No, these were bigger and fluffier. They didn’t get lost in Eddie’s curls, and the shiny black fur matched a long tail the curved from the arch of Eddie’s butt all the way down to his ankles. He was otherwise completely naked, all his tattoos on display. Soft, with an edge—all Eddie.

“Ed—Eddie?”

He bit his lip. strolling forward until he was nose to nose with Steve. He hummed, low and deep in his chest.

No, fuck. It was a purr.

“God, you’re…you’re so…”

“Pretty?” Eddie offered.

Steve nearly whined, but the shock still hadn’t left him and he was just standing there like an idiot with his mouth hung open.

“Am I your pretty kitty?” Eddie laid his hands on Steve’s chest, rising up on his toes to nuzzle the side Steve’s cheek and make that low purring sound again.

“Eds, please…”

He continued rubbing against Steve, but he must have just shaved because his skin was soft where Steve’s had slight stubble. And as he pressed his whole body into him, Steve could feel the line of his cock, hard, against his thigh.

“Bedroom,” Eddie whispered, drawing a line up the side of Steve’s throat with his tongue.

And Steve nodded on autopilot, dropping what was in his hands onto the table and following behind. Eddie ran his hand along the length of his tail, flicking it against his bare legs, and Steve nearly sprinted into the bedroom.

He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s middle, careful not to step on the tail. Eddie laughed, bright and surprised, a slight break from his sultry acting. The fur of the tail brushed against Steve’s legs, and even through his jeans, it made him shudder and moan into Eddie’s ear.

Fuck, he was hard.

He’d been hard in the store when Eddie meowed at him. And he was hard now.

“Lie there,” Eddie said, pointing to his mattress.

Steve shook his head, running his hands across Eddie’s chest, his stomach. Grinding his dick against Eddie, doing his best not to shove his hands in Eddie’s hair and knock the ears loose.

Eddie had no such restrictions.

He reached back and grabbed ahold of Steve’s hair at the crown of his head. He pulled, hard enough until Steve gasped and stopped what he was doing to pay attention.

“You’re not supposed to be the naughty one here,” Eddie chastised, swatting Steve’s thigh with his free hand. He released Steve’s hair, jutting his chin toward the bed once more. “ Go.”

Steve slunk onto the mattress, kicking off his shoes and setting up against the pillows.

He’d barely laid back when Eddie fucking…pounced on him like a real damn cat. The mattress creaked under their combined weight, but Steve had a lap-full of Eddie nuzzling into the crook of his neck again, his chest rumbling against Steve’s with that purring sound.

All Steve could do was put his hands wherever they could reach, wherever he could explore the expanse of bare skin Eddie had put on display for him.

Well, almost completely bare.

Steve hadn’t even clocked the jock-strap Eddie was wearing, or why he was wearing it at all.

Not until his hands curved over Eddie’s hips toward the slight swell of his ass and found the thin straps, following them to Eddie’s tailbone. He must have bought them just for this. Bought everything, to surprise Steve with a kink he had been willing to ignore.

He thought…he thought that was where the tail would have been attached.

But the straps were separate, nudged slightly out of the way, not by Steve’s fingers, but the tail itself. Resting snugly between Eddie’s cheeks, connected to something solid and weighty that Steve gripped with his fingers.

If his head hadn’t been so frazzled, he would have recognized it.

But then he wouldn’t have gotten to hear the plaintive whine Eddie let out when Steve tugged at the base of the tail—at the base of the plug stretching out Eddie’s hole and keeping the tail in place.

“Holy fuck, Eddie,” Steve gasped, shifting to better settle Eddie between his legs and fix his grip on the plug. With one arm slung around Eddie’s middle, Steve fucked the plug in and out of Eddie’s hole using the widest part, the slick sound of lube filling the spaces between Eddie’s moans. “You really are my kitty, huh?”

“Meow,” Eddie managed through a few gasping breaths.

Steve shut his eyes tight, groaning through gritted teeth as hot arousal shot through him, straight down to his cock.

“Do that again,” Steve begged.

And even if he was ready for it this time, Steve had to fit his teeth to Eddie’s bare shoulder to fight back the flare of pleasure again. Fight it so he could shove the plug in deep, right against the nerves deep inside Eddie so that his meow cut off with a sharp cry, wriggling in Steve’s hold.

Steve went back to his kinder thrusts for a moment, letting Eddie rest his weight against him with soft little noises falling from his lips. Fuck, Eddie must have used so much fucking lube for the thing, the sound of it still squelching as Steve fucked him.

“Going to make you cum like this,” Steve told him, and Eddie nodded frantically. “And then I want you to lick my cock. You’re going to be a nice kitty for me and lick it all over.”

Maybe Steve could cum from that. Or he’d make Eddie try until he couldn’t take it anymore and fucked him for real.

“Yes, yes.”

Steve let out a ragged noise, hiking Eddie up for the best angle to fuck the plug into that spot, over and over. Eddie thrust his hips against Steve’s chest, the jockstrap straining and growing damp where Eddie leaked into the fabric.

He should have taken off his shirt, the sudden image of Eddie licking his own cum off Steve’s body bright in his head. But Eddie was shaking and whining, digging his nails into Steve’s shoulders, and he might murder Steve if he stopped now.

“Let me see,” he said, sitting back into the pillows. He meant let me see your ears, but it was all Steve could get out in his desperation.

Eddie was quick to obey, bracing against Steve’s pecs so his flushed and fucked-out face was on display. Half-ready to start begging if Steve didn’t finish him off.

Steve shoved the plug deep and kept it there with his fingers.

Pressing and rubbing directly against the nerves that had Eddie arching his back, practically crying to the ceiling. His cock twitched and spilled into the jockstrap, some of it spilling out anyway, rocking his hips into the plug even as it pushed past feeling good.

He let his grip go, and Eddie whined even when his shoulders sagged in relief.

“Good kitty.”

The words fell from his lips, unbidden. Steve stared at Eddie’s fuzzy ears and stroked along his tail, several more ideas coming to mind as to what to do with his new kitty.

He flexed his hands, testing the give of the bandana Eddie had tied around his wrists. The same one he usually wore in his back pocket, carefully encircling Steve’s wrists behind the back of the chair. He’d needed to use real rope to pin Steve’s legs against the chair’s, thighs spread in an enticing position.

It hadn’t been long. Maybe five minutes since Eddie had checked his knots and then gone downstairs, leaving Steve in a chair in the middle of his bedroom.

Just long enough for Steve to start getting bored, zoning out in front of his blank door.

Just long enough that his heart picked up in surprise when the door opened and Eddie strode through.

He stared silently at Steve as he shut the door, taking in how Steve had fared in his short absence. Eddie had worked quick before, so this was the first time he really saw the full picture of Steve, all tied up and waiting for him.

Steve swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. It drew Eddie’s attention, and he walked forward.

He reached out a hand once he was close enough, cradling Steve’s jaw to tip his face up into a slow kiss. Steve shifted his shoulders, forgetting he couldn’t touch back until his hands pulled at the fabric around his wrists.

Eddie must have noticed him shifting around. He pulled back, keeping his hand at the side of Steve’s face.

“Hi, baby.”

Steve exhaled, relaxing his arms. Eddie stroke his cheek with his thumb, and Steve preened with an answering, “Hi.”

Eddie tamped down what would have been a smile by biting into his lip and lowered his hand. Steve reminded himself not to miss its warmth, because he knew what was coming.

“You know why you’re here?” Eddie asked, soft and sweet, though his eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of significance.

Getting right into it, then.

Steve took a readying breath, much like the ones before his races at a swim meet or confronting the kids about their late video fees.

Then, he cocked his head just slightly.

“I seem to remember somebody tying me up.”

“Cute,” Eddie said, bracing his hand on one of the arms of the chair, bringing his face a hairsbreadth from Steve’s. “But not what I meant.”

Heat flashed across his cheeks and all the way down his neck to his chest. A pleasant buzz began to thrum in the back of Steve’s head, urging him to play along. To push, even. Just a little.

“Yeah?”

Interest gleamed in the deep brown of Eddie’s eyes, and he was so close Steve could almost lean forward and touch his lips to Eddie’s.

“You’ve got a secret,” Eddie said, a light hum in his voice.

Steve flicked his gaze down Eddie’s body, coy and playful. “Who told you that?”

“I could see it written across this pretty boy face of yours,” Eddie said like an obvious fact, darting forward that last bit to nip at Steve’s bottom lip. When he pulled back, his eyes were fully alight with that mischievous gleam. “You’re an open book to me, baby.”

The breath Steve let out was practically ragged.

Eddie had barely touched him yet.

“Please, Eds.”

With a pleased sound in the back of his throat, Eddie straightened and rounded the chair to stand at Steve’s back. Steve tried to follow with his head until he couldn’t, sighing when all he could do again was wait.

This time, he knew Eddie was there.

Knew it was only a matter of time.

Eddie’s hand was a warn brand on the side of his throat that had Steve gasping until Eddie had a light hold under his chin. He tipped Steve’s head back, keeping his thumb on Steve’s lip to hold his mouth open.

Steve stared up at Eddie, his curls falling down around his bare shoulders. Wearing a band tee cut into a tank top for the summer, as though it was any other day and he wasn’t doing exactly he was doing right now.

“You’re going to tell me what it is,” Eddie said.

Steve made a noise in the back of his throat.

With his mouth open, Steve couldn’t speak. Not until Eddie let him.

Dragging his thumb around the circle of his lips first, Eddie released his hold on Steve’s words, slthough he kept his hand on his chin and Steve’s eyes directly on him.

Steve worked his jaw, and gave a remark fitting the slight ache.

“Am I?”

Eddie chuckled, his hand flexing on Steve’s face. He gave a long lookover of Steve’s current predicament. “You don’t have much of a choice.”

A hot flash of lust ran down his spine, and Steve shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He flexed his wrists and his shoulders, and felt Eddie reach down to check the ties for himself, able to fit two fingers between the bandana and Steve’s wrists.

Found safe and secure, Eddie dragged his nose up the side of Steve’s face, lips grazing his ear.

“Tell me, Steve. Don’t make this hard on yourself,” he whispered.

Steve huffed a breath through his nose. “Best you got?”

A low chuckle rumbled in Eddie’s chest where it pressed against Steve’s shoulder. He heard a soft flick from the direction of Eddie’s free hand and then the soft press of an edge on the delicate skin where his shoulders met his neck.

Pocketknife, then.

A whine escaped him. And if he hadn’t been half-hard already…now, he was straining at the zipper of his jeans.

“You have such a pretty little outfit on. Bet you wanted to be doted on in it.” Eddie mused, guiding the little knife down along Steve’s collarbones where the open vee of Steve’s shirt started with a little white button. “Run my hands over your chest, your stomach, your thighs…with this cool silk against your hot skin. Wanted me to make your cock leak in your panties.”

That actually surprised him.

Eddie was dressed just like any other day, but Steve…Steve had dressed for the occasion in a pale silk shirt and navy blue jeans, complete underneath with the soft pink panties Eddie had bought him weeks ago.

Had he noticed they weren’t in their drawer?

Or had Steve shifted in the chair while Eddie was tying him up, and revealed a conspicuous flash of pink fabric?

“Yeah, I know all about those, Steve.” Eddie’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “You want to show them off for me, don’t you? Not get left waiting and wanting for a release.”

Steve struggled through a few breaths to get his thoughts under control. Between his blood rushing down to his dick and Eddie slowly picking him apart, Steve could barely remember that he was supposed to avoid giving in right away.

“Maybe,” he said, long and slow. Like he could actually go without if he tried.

“Be a shame if I had to ruin my baby’s pretty outfit just because you won’t tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Eddie,” Steve panted, his pounding heartbeat building in his ears.

“Don’t lie to me, baby.” He pressed the knife against the first button, his voice trailing across Steve’s cheek. “I’ll give you one more chance. Just tell me, and I won’t have to ruin your special clothes.”

He could. It would be so easy. So simple.

And he knew it would so good if he did. He’s get what he wanted, what Eddie wanted, with just a few words. He could do something about his dick straining against his jeans, pleading to be touched and stroked and finished off. He might even convince Eddie to leave his rings on when he touched Steve.

All of it within his reach. And yet…

“No.”

Eddie’s huffed breath sent a strand of Steve’s hair onto the side of his cheek, ticking the skin.

“You’re sure, Steve?” he asked, voice in a whisper as though speaking too loud would break the scene. He eased the knife away from Steve’s throat, even though it wasn’t real. Some plastic thing from Halloween.

Eddie had been buzzing since Steve brought it up. He always did, since he still had it in his head that Steve wasn’t supposed to be into the same kinds of things Eddie was. That Steve might finally book it at the wrong kinky suggestion.

And now he was all worried about tearing up Steve’s clothes when that was the whole point.

To take this certain image of Steve that wasn’t half of who he really was anymore and ruining it. Stripping Steve bare and marking him in every way that meant he was Eddie’s and not “The Hair” or “King Steve.”

Steve had spent all of eighteen bucks at the thrift store on the whole set, even with the silk shirt missing a few buttons. Definitely worth the side-eye from the lady at the register who must have assumed Steve was cheaping out on a gift for a girlfriend.

She was probably better off not knowing the truth.

But Steve could tell Eddie as many times he needed that he wanted it as much as Eddie did. He turned his head toward Eddie, the only part of him he could move with his bindings, until their noses brushed.

“Yeah, Eds. I promise,” he said.

Eddie let out a soft, shaky breath, the both of them otherwise steady and still.

Then, Eddie pressed a kiss onto Steve’s mouth and pulled away, taking a new spot in front of the chair. He still had the knife in his hand, but in quick succession flipped it closed and stuffed the whole thing into his back pocket.

Steve panted just watching him, and the air completely left his lungs when Eddie strode forward, fitting his hands to the two sides of the open vee of Steve’s shirt and yanked.

Fabric ribbed and buttons popped off to hit Steve underneath his chin before tumbling to the carpet.

He didn’t know what exactly made Eddie as strong as he was. Deceptively lanky, but he’d been able to pin Steve to the mattress several times and keep Steve right where he put him. The first time had been a fucking revelation and left Steve wanting Eddie to keep using that strength against him.

To take him apart.

His body burned so hot that the air of his bedroom was a cold shock on his skin, but Eddie didn’t bother to stop. He knelt in the space between Steve’s forcibly splayed legs, running his hands over Steve’s thighs until Steve whined softly and tried to buck his hips against the ropes.

Eddie lifted one hand away for long enough that Steve presumed he was reaching underneath the chair for whatever he’d stashed there earlier.

There was the sound of a soft shick before Steve saw what was in Eddie’s hand.

A pair of metal scissors, heavy-duty enough for denim. Eddie didn’t hold them up for Steve to see, simply fitting them to the bottom cuff of his left leg.

Steve let his head fall back and closed his eyes so he could imagine that the cool metal and bit of an edge against his skin was the knife.

“Just tell me, Steve.”

He shook his head, his blood and his nerves thrumming so intensely Steve wondered if he might simply vibrate out of the chair.

“Have it your way,” Eddie said, voice almost shuddering with poorly restrained excitement.

Steve’s jeans were so old he’d worn holes in the pockets, behind the knees, and where his thighs rubbed the fabric together. But that didn’t matter, when Eddie cut straight up the denim around his calves, before switching to his bare hands against to tear them further up to the inside of Steve’s thighs/

He repeated the same process with the other leg, offering no reprieve whether or not Steve wanted to give the answer to his freedom.

Eddie tossed the scissors aside and then tested the give of the rope now around Steve’s bare ankles. Steve still hadn’t let his head fall forward again, biting down on his lip so hard to keep from shifting too much while Eddie was cutting.

He nearly jumped when Eddie laid his hands on Steve’s bared legs, trailing through the fine hairs the closer he drew toward Steve’s cock, hard and leaking into the panties still underneath intact denim.

“Such a shame with these,” Eddie mused, folding up the loose fabric he’d cut. “They make your ass so…delectable. I just want to bite.”

Steve realized too late, half out of his mind, and shouted his surprise toward the ceiling as Eddie fit his teeth to the thick, sensitive skin of Steve’s thigh. With his teeth as sharp points, Eddie licked and sucked on the skin to the up and down of Steve’s whines.

He released his grip with a sharp pop and what was surely a dark, prominent mark left behind.

“Tell me the secret, Steve.”

Steve groaned and flexed his legs hard enough the chair creaked under the strain. He’d nearly cum from Eddie’s mouth on him, and had been saved because Eddie had decided to stop.

He still refused.

Eddie simply made a matching mark on Steve’s other thigh, pressing his thigh into the other.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, please,” he begged.

The pain eased on his skin, Eddie’s lips brushing the tender, ruined as he replied, “You know what I want, baby.”

He kissed at the mark, sweet while Steve knew he was just waiting to be vicious again. The sight he might have made—shirt in tatters on his shoulders, jeans cut open to the groin with purpling marks collecting whatever Eddie’s mouth traveled.

And Eddie…even without Steve’s hand in them, his curls would be wild around his face, his eyes so dark would be black instead of brown. And right between Steve’s legs, all of Steve available to anything Eddie could possibly want to do for him.

Steve finally dropped his head and looked, just to be sure.

Yeah. Even better than he’d imagined.

“Fuck.”

His voice was ragged and Eddie hadn’t even made Steve suck him off yet. But he couldn’t keep it up anymore.

He had to tell.

“I know who saw your DM notes.”

Eddie paused, his lips hovering just above the muscle of Steve’s thigh. He glanced up through his lashes, partially obscured by Steve’s legs and his own curls. Steve held the gaze.

“Who?”

Steve huffed and fought back his scowl. God, he just wanted to cum. “Please, I already told you—”

“Who, Steve?” Eddie repeated, fitting his hand to Steve’s cock. Untouched until that moment, Eddie’s secret weapon to forced Steve to give him what he wanted. He ground his palm against the straining buldge, giving the friction Steve had been gagging for. One, two, three strokes…

Then, he stopped.

Eddie didn’t even have to ask.

“Mike,” Steve blurted.

He expected Eddie to start back up again, to rub Steve off through his jeans and panties as a bit more punishment for holding out for so long. To make even more of a mess that was still a reward.

Steve should have known better.

“I knew they beat that boss way too easy.” Eddie muttered to himself, removing his hand and rising to his feet. He ignored Steve’s plaintive whine, but only to comb his fingers through Steve’s hair and urge him to look up.

He hadn’t noticed until then that he’d been near tears from it all.

“Did so good for me,” Eddie said, leaning down for a kiss onto Steve’s forehead.

Steve waited until Eddie had his fill and pulled away. “Untie me now?”

He would have stayed that way if Eddie really wanted, but Steve had gone too long without touching Eddie. Without holding onto him tight enough to leave marks of his own.

“Sure, baby,” Eddie smiled and slid his fingers from Steve’s hair. He moved to the back of the chain, starting on the ties on Steve’s wrists, though not without a soft reminder whispered in his ear. “But we’re not done, either.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said back.

It’s an old story.

Where the son of a muse, Orpheus, loved and lost a human girl named Eurydice to the Underworld. And to get her back, all he had to do was lead her out without turning to see that she followed. He failed.

Steve, long ago, was Orpheus. He knows Eddie Munson, a young boy with nothing but dreams to sustain him, is not Eurydice. But it has been a long time since being in love, and he knows now the mistakes not to make. He won’t put Eddie in the same tragedy that haunts Steve’s past.

But sometimes a story must be told. Again.

Fic by paceprompting

Art by @littlemartianfox

Sue him for getting distracted by a half-naked Steve Harrington.

His next attempt removes a few variables from the equation. Focuses instead on Steve’s attention.

Eddie leaves his rings off one day when it’s only him and Steve, lest someone else point out their absence.

It takes, maybe, ten minutes before Steve’s brows furrow and he asks Eddie where his rings are.

Eddie nearly bites through his lip restraining his smile when he says he must have forgotten them.

For his last test…he wants Steve to admit it.

And when he has Steve pinned against the wall, lips swollen pink and panting, Eddie makes his move. He’s not quite ambidextrous, but he’s not too shabby using his ringed left hand for…certain activities.

Steve doesn’t notice that Eddie’s dipped his left hand down the front of his boxers—not until the colder metal of the rings touches the blood-hot skin of his dick.

“Ed…Eds, your…” he gasps, eyes snapping open.

Eddie meets his gaze, teasing with his fingertips. “You really want them off?”

“I—”

Steve’s brows twitch, questioning, and Eddie gives him a hail mary.

“I don’t think you do. Huh, baby?” Eddie hums softly, and leans in just shy of a kiss. He slowly wraps his hand around Steve, rings and all.

“No,” Steve whines.

“You like them?”

Steve nods, but Eddie hasn’t done all this hard work just for a little nod. He strokes down the length in his hand, slow, so Steve can feel every ring on every finger. He clutches onto Eddie’s shoulders, giving a low moan.

“Say it, baby,” Eddie whispers, and stops his hand. The implication hangs between them.

And Steve can’t stand it, the words bursting from him with pure relief at the end when Eddie goes back to touching him the way he wants.

“Yes, Eddie. I fucking like your rings. Fuck.”

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Square Completed: Inspired by Another Fanwork

Love, Magic and Arson

E | oneshot | 4K | Merthur

Arthur finds his manservant gone.

When he learns that Merlin’s been kidnapped and put up for auction, nothing will stop him from getting him back.

But what if Merlin didn’t even know he was missing?

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Square Completed: New Author

The Succubus and the Wolf

NR | 6/? chapters | 6.3K | Geraskier

A new contract finds Jaskier and Geralt in a wayward village where Jaskier finds a toy of an otherwise mostly forgotten childhood icon, and Geralt is brought to wonder of his own childhood. Not everything, however, is as innocent and simple as it seems.

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Square Completed: Fan Art

genius loci

E | 12/12 chapters | 90K | Steddie

It’s 1986, and Steve falls in love with a boy who is leaving. It’s 1990, and Eddie comes back home.

Steve spends a month alone in the Upside Down and comes back changed. He’s quieter and all he wants is to tend to the land with his new powers… and to tend to Eddie, if he’ll let him. [Description by tolkeintrash. Alternating POV and timelines, (mostly) canon-compliant, includes tarot-inspired art and recipes.]

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Square Completed: Unfinished

Let me be me (just in your arms)

E | 5/? | 31K | Levi/Erwin/Eren

Bills don't pay themselves and pride doesn't mean much when compared with survival. Spend enough time selling the important parts of yourself and you tell yourself it doesn't hurt anymore- but, oh, it does.

You know better, when they ask you for your company and you don't tell them your flesh has a price tag. You know better, but you don't say a word, because for once, you want to feel wanted for a choice you made on your own.

(You get what you pay for, but the best things in life are free, isn't that how the saying goes?)