#stmonstermay

A burning hatred ran through him, sizzling through the exhaustion and lightheadedness he’d been pushing down since being attacked by the demobats. Before he realized he’d moved, he was sprinting towards the hideous hanging figure with a roar. Ignoring the girls’ cries from behind him, he leaped higher than he’d ever done during a basketball game, catching a vine in his hand before his open mouth closed over Henry Creel’s throat.

The hot thick blood shot down his throat, gagging and choking him but he held on. Taking multiple swallows of the bitter sludge automatically, he forced his jaw harder into the spasming muscle. Spindly fingers scratched across his back and legs, trying ineffectually to tear him off. The spurting of blood into his mouth slowed and he allowed himself to suck in a breath, yanking the vine in his hand.

Coming back to himself on the floor, he didn’t think he had been out very long. He could hear Dustin again on the walkie, Robin trying to get him to slow down to try to understand his loud rapid cries.

“They! Are! Coming!” Dustin’s staticky voice echoed through the empty room.

“Who?” Steve rasped. But then he felt it. In the back of his mind, a scurrying almost slippery feeling that was getting stronger. “The bats. They’re coming for us.”

“What? Steve, what the hell is going on?” Nancy’s no nonsense tone made him try to rethink what he had said.

“I don’t know. But we gotta get out of here.”

Scrambling to sit, he was pushed back down to the ground by Nancy and then Robin.

“Settle down. If the bats are really coming, we’re better off inside.” Robin made sense, but something was telling him they needed out of this house. Out of this room.

He looked around, and saw Vecna’s body. It was essentially ripped to shreds, his head barely connected to his neck and several bones poking out in cruel angles.

“Um, yeah, there’s that question, too. But I think I’m just going to erase that from my memory,” Robin winced.

Getting out of the upside down after that was a blur. The bats circled them, screaming wildly and zooming over their heads as they ran towards the trailer park, but none of them touched the group.

Eddie was a mess. Nearly grey, almost as torn to shreds as Vecna. But Steve was able to feel a very slow pulse, so he quickly slung him over his shoulder and they somehow got everyone hoisted into the correct dimension.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Steve’s head popped up from where it had slumped into his chest. He’d not left Eddie’s bedside once he’d been released from his own hospital bed more than a week ago. Nancy was propped against the doorway with a wry grin.

“Talk about what?” But Steve couldn’t meet her eyes.

Nancy hummed and pulled a chair over next to him.

“You can’t hide it from me, Steve. I’ve been on the receiving end of your overbearing self.”

Steve groaned, looking immediately at Eddie’s face. But just like every other day he’d spent looking at him, his eyes remained closed.

“I’m not sure I have words. Even to myself. Yet. But you’ll be one of the first ones to know, I promise,” he huffed.

“After Robin,” Nancy nodded.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, I mean, probably. And, uh, hopefully someone else is ahead of both of you in line.” He rubbed at his face, then raked a hand through his disgusting hair with a grimace.

“Go home, Steve. I’ll stay. I know your number. You need to take care of yourself before you can take care of the rest of us.”

After he showered, he flopped across his bed in just his towel and was asleep before he had another thought.

He stood above Eddie, the taste of blood in his mouth again. The bitter thick sludge that had come from Vecna. When he’d killed Vecna.

Eddie was wailing below him, fighting against him. He leaned down, catching his flailing hands with his own and felt his face split into sections, opening impossibly wide as he bit hard into Eddie’s neck.

He woke up sweating in his bed, tangled in his sheets. He ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, feeling over his perfectly human face.

“What the fuck,” he breathed.

A quick call to the hospital confirmed that Eddie was fine. He chugged a glass of water, pacing unseeingly around his kitchen, still rubbing across his face.

For the next week, he would get these quick bursts of pain in his head, and pressure like a migraine but none of his normal tricks helped. He didn’t have a fever, actually his temperature seemed to be going down.

Finally he just pulled the curtains in his room, covered his head with a pillow because still the dimmed light felt like ice picks and went to sleep.

The shrill constant noise woke him, and at first he couldn’t place it at all, pressing his pillow over his ears more forcefully, sitting up with a curse as it echoed through his house.

“What??” He groused out into the phone.

Thankfully not reacting at all to his grumpiness, Dustin cried out, “Steve! It’s Eddie. He woke up!”

The nurses were insistent they go into Eddie’s room in small groups, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes at the huge congregation of people who were adamant about seeing their friend.

Steve, Robin and Nancy stood surrounding his tiny frame in the hospital bed, somehow this sleep looking more peaceful than the last. Steve shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the nauseousness from the hospital smell.

“Eddie?” Nancy whispered, unable to help it.

Their friend twitched, his eyes flicking open quickly before closing again. “Why’s it so bright?”

Steve chuckled, thinking the exact same thing, and went to turn the lights off in the room.

“Thanks,” Eddie grumbled. The lack of use showed in his voice. Robin held out a cup with a straw and helped him take a few deep gulps. “Fuck, can you give me the Reader’s Digest version? Did I get hit by a train? A UFO? Did I eat the mystery meat in the cafeteria?”

They all snickered, Nancy sobering first. “You don’t remember at all? What’s the last thing you can think of?”

Eddie frowned, looking down. After a few moments of thinking hard, he looked up, shocked. “Chrissy, oh god. Chrissy is… and then Patrick in the lake. Fucking hell. Okay, I’m getting pieces now. The bats- is Dustin?”

Steve interjected quickly, unable to take the look on his face, “Dustin’s fine. You saved him.”

Eddie nodded, pulling in deep breaths. Steve reached out, taking his hand and breathed his own small breath of relief when Eddie held onto it.

“Everyone else?” Eddie grimaced.

“Banged up, stitched up, but alive and well. Well, uh, except for Jason.”

“No loss there,” Robin and Eddie said at the same time, grinning sardonically at each other afterwards.

The nurse came in the room and explained the teens were not waiting very patiently in the waiting room, and they agreed to swap out.

“Going straight to hand holding, huh? King Steve and his kindergarten moves,” Robin elbowed him.

Even more weeks later, Eddie was finally released from the hospital and Steve helped him up the steps to their new and improved government issued trailer. They’d offered them a house but both Eddie and Wayne had quickly declined. They were used to the trailer and the trailer park, but they could use another bedroom.

“Home sweet trailer,” Eddie laughed as he bounced on his new bed. Steve winced, worrying about his stitches still. “Don’t give me that look, mother hen. I’m fine.”

Steve sighed and waved him off, plopping his meager bag of stuff down on top of the dresser.

“Hungry?”

Eddie grinned at him. “Always.”

“Come in Eddie, helloooo? EDDIE COME IN, over.” Dustin’s loud voice echoed around his nearly empty room. Groaning, he sat on the edge of his bed for a second while the stars cleared from his vision.

“I’m here, Dustin,” he sighed.

“You’re supposed to say over. Over.”

Rolling his eyes, he laid back down with the walkie. “I’m over this conversation, Dustin. What was the voluminous emergency?”

“OH! Have you seen Steve? No one’s been able to get a hold of him for more than a week, and we just got to his house and it’s… weird. Even for us. Over.”

Eddie frowned. He actually hadn’t seen Steve in a while, which was not like him. After Eddie had been discharged from the hospital, Steve seemed to take over his watch, volunteering to get him back and forth to all of his appointments and therapies. Standing now, nerves quickening and his stomach tightening, he looked down at the walkie.

“Weird how? Over.” Ah shit, the kid had gotten to him.

“He’s built like a creepy nest, with leaves and sticks, but, uh-“

The silence hung heavy in the dark of his room, and Eddie shivered. He pulled back his curtains to peer out the window, suddenly feeling like he was being watched.

“Spit it out, Dustin,” he grumbled.

“Alright, but you asked. There’s a lot of your stuff in the mess… like a few of your shirts a-and the vest you gave him? It’s like he’s been sleeping with them. Over.”

As his eyebrows shot up at this news, something moved in the shadows outside the window. There was a flash of reflective eyes, too far off the ground to be the stray cat that he fed. Human’s eyes don’t reflect.

“O-okay Dustin, thanks for the nightmare fuel. Get home, it’s already almost dark. I’ll let you know if I hear from him. Over and out.”

He nearly dropped the walkie when the shadow moved again, closer to his window and he got a flash of jeans and brown hair. Thinking quickly but somehow not at all, he shoved the walkie into his back pocket and rushed out the front door.

Not allowing himself to call out to him, clearly he didn’t want to be found if he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a week, he tried to sneak as quietly as possible around the side of the trailer.

A noise a few feet away had him pausing, opening his eyes wider to try to see in the darkness towards the woods. It was eerily quiet, usually the trailer park was full of noise, even at night, car doors and people laughing and chatting, dogs and birds going on and on. All Eddie could hear now was his own heart beating in his ears.

His eyes jumped to follow the next quick movement, just inside the edge of the woods. Another flash of that perfect hair. Like Steve was beckoning him to follow. And Eddie was dumb enough to be lead.

Inside the tree line, Eddie couldn’t see much. But he could follow the small noises and what was surely intentionally snapped twigs under Steve’s feet.

Panting, he stopped to lean against a tree, “Fuck, where are we going, man?” He was getting irritated. Steve would know that he’d graduated from PT but he still couldn’t be walking miles through the woods.

There was a small huff that sounded close, almost sarcastic. Very like Steve. Then a cold hand was pushing his hair away from his face, resting on his sweaty forehead.

A stream of moonlight or a stray streetlight fell across the face in front of him, and he almost screamed. Steve’s eyes piercing into his own and that attractive mess of hair on his head compensated well for the rest of it, the petaled mouth and rows of teeth that appeared as he was apparently breathing in Eddie’s scent.

“Steve? Wh-what happened?” Eddie was proud of himself for not bolting away, seeming frozen to the spot at Steve continued breathing him in, the clawed hands running through his hair and grasping his hip.

One shoulder was raised and lowered, like the world’s most apathetic shrug. As if his newly transformed self wasn’t even worth discussing. But the way Steve was looking at him and touching him was sending warm buzzing down his spine, tightening his belly. And his own jeans.

Steve seemed to figure this out quickly as well. Could he smell it? Eddie groaned and then gasped when his giant wet mouth descended onto his neck, grazing those dangerously wicked teeth down his skin.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Why is that so hot? I should be like running for my life. Ah!” His hips bucked forward as sharp claws ran down his chest, instantly shredding his already hole filled shirt. He could only pant and throw his head back against the tree as the assault continued down his front, then as he felt the cold hands approach his jeans he gasped out, “Hey, okay, let me do that, huh? My favorite jeans, you know.”

The salacious look he received in response could only be from one Steve Harrington. He almost laughed but instead moaned as the gaze went down to follow his hands, the shaking hands fighting against the button and zipper of his jeans. Maybe he should have let him rip them to shreds.

An inhuman growl left Steve when the jeans and his plaid boxers were kicked off his bare feet. Unable to help himself, Eddie wrapped a hand around his dripping cock as he watched the terrifying mouth open, saliva running off the petals and rows of teeth.

“God I am a freak, after all,” Eddie chuckled. “I’d apparently feed my dick to a wood chipper if it was attached to Steve Harrington.”

A vaguely appreciative noise rumbled out of the mouth in question, and Eddie couldn’t believe this was real as the monster in front of him lowered slowly to his knees, looking up under his still gorgeous eyelashes to peer at his hard length.

“If you kill me, can you make sure no one finds my body? I don’t want Uncle Wayne thinking I got myself into even weirder shit than usual.”

His train of thought quickly evaporated as a rough tongue came to slide up the underside of his cock. Trying his best to hold completely still, wary of all the teeth, he just watched as Steve wriggled closer.

“Don’t judge me if I come or pass out instantly please. I, um, I’m not the most experienced. And this is, well, this is a whole lot to take in.” He knew he was rambling, filling the uncomfortable silence between them and the woods.

The eyes staring up at him seemed unbearably patient and forgiving, however.

“How much of you is in there,” he wondered aloud.

Steve blinked at him and what could’ve been a smirk passed over his features before his cock was enveloped by the petaled mouth. His own mouth flew open, ready to scream at the pain he expected. But he only gasped as he realized the teeth were only just grazing him, creating an almost pleasant scratching tingly feeling, and the tongue was able to keep sliding under and around the head.

“Oh my god, Steve,” Eddie panted, unaware as his hands slid into the feathery locks. “Oh, oh sorry!” Yanking them away, he received the first actually scary noise and look.

The mouth left him and an indignant huff resounded from it. “Want it,” Steve growled.

Eddie nodded quickly, holding back the laugh at the petulant frown and statement. “You got it, Stevie. Just please keep going.”

With another small grumble, Steve waited for the shaking hands to return back to his hair before he allowed his mouth to wrap around his cock again.

He was glad the tree was there to hold him up, since it seemed Steve was going to give everything he had to this supernatural blowjob. Eddie didn’t direct him with his hands so much as just hold on for dear life, while moaning and gasping along.

“Please, gunna-“ Eddie almost screamed as the mouth was instantly pulled back.

“Not yet,” Steve rasped. “Turn around.”

Clawed hands assisted him pivoting to push his forearms against the rough tree, widening his stance to allow the wicked mouth behind him to — “Holy mother of Zeus!”

The rough tongue circled his hole as a wet hand wrapped around his cock, the other pulling at his thigh to encourage him to rut back and forth. He whimpered, unable to collect enough brain cells to form a sentence now.

“P- oh, please. Steve!” Everything stopped and a soft questioning noise came from behind him. “Can I come on your cock instead? Or, uh, next time? Sorry, didn’t mean to, uh-“

What could only be described as a giggle left the terrifying mouth behind him, and Eddie’s hand was pulled from the tree and licked.

“Yours.”

The hand was then pulled back towards his own hole and he tried to nod his understanding. He did not want the claws inside of him either, thank you.

“Jesus Criminy,” Eddie whispered as Steve used his own fingers to push into him, licking around the digits to encourage him to open up. The feeling of the rough clawed hands around his wrist as he fucked his own hand into himself was almost too much. Finally when he thought his brain was going to leak out of his ears, his hand was pulled back and released.

Then a blunt object was pushing against him and he saw stars. “Slow, oh my god, a little slower, baby.”

The name didn’t seem to phase him at all, but he got a soft noise and the cold hands held onto his hips as he pressed forward.

“Want it hard, but just- ah, once it’s in. God you’re big. Is that, like, a monster thing? Or just you?”

The cocky laugh he received didn’t exactly answer the question, but then he was pressing further in and he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He wrapped his own sweaty hand around his leaking cock, whining and crying out as Steve fucked him hard yet holding him so gently with his clawed hands. As he got closer to coming, he leaned his head back onto Steve’s shoulder. He came spectacularly just as he bit into his neck.

When he could breathe and see again, jumping into his jeans, he found the walkie still shoved into his pocket. With a simpering look at demo!Steve sitting naked against their well-used tree, he pushed down the button.

“Hey, uh, Henderson. I f-found Steve. But, well, he’s a lot different now. Over.”

It’s a running joke on the channel and their listeners eat it up. The true stories segments are often listener provided and one grabs the Party’s attention:

“Have you ever met a being that left you questioning how human they really are? Maybe you catch a glimpse of something you convince yourself was a trick of the light?

I've met someone like that. Stories in our town claim him to be a Satanist- but I think he might be something far darker. Demonic maybe, or just maybe things that go bump in the night are real.”

The caller goes on to recount a tale of a drug deal gone sideways and how the amicable, laid-back dealer, flashed fangs and put three guys twice his size in the hospital. It was colorful and well told, it didn’t prove shit but the Party had sunk their blunt very human teeth into it.

It spiraled with Will wheedling, “Steve the listener said it was a college town, the way they described it seemed not too far from here, maybe Robin’s heard the rumors?”

Dustin had combed the internet for fragments of information, no mention of drug involvement but there was a blip of an article in the college town Robin did in fact live about three delinquent townies who were brought to swift justice by an unnamed citizen.

Vigilantism at it’s finest.

More stories cropped up in deeper searches about missing persons, often with ties to hate groups and unforgivable crimes, that never reappear. The local PD not caring one bit with a good riddance attitude about it all. It spanned out from a radius with the epicenter being awfully close to the town Robin resided.

Farm animals drained of blood and other spooky occurrences. Notices put out in message boards to avoid certain areas after nightfall. Whispers through the ethers of the internet about sightings that seemed a step off from human.

Steve called Robin at the nagging persistence of the Party. Even Max, who was arguably more skeptical than Steve, had pressured him to ask. Dustin had gathered all the info he could get his hands on and had made his case.

And Robin rambled out the stories on campus. The names that came up. How the only common denominator was some regular drug slinging nerd named Eddie of all things. She laughed her ass off at the idea of Eddie the pot dealer being something more than human.

Robin believed in ghosts and aliens and bigfoot- but vampires? Life isn’t a teen girl romance novel, dingus.

Steve had laughed with her but was ever so curious about this Eddie. He made a mental note to seek him out the next time he visited Robin, he’d blame it on appeasing the kids.

The week before Steve had planned to visit Robin had called him in the veil between tipsy and drunk, “Dingus! Love of my life, I went with Chris who’s so pretty and friendly with that dealer to buy a few ounces, he listens to the podcast! He said he loves babysitter Steve! That’s you Stevie!”

Now Steve had heard Robin speak sonnets over Chrissy but he wondered what her uninhibited mouth poured out to Eddie.

“He wants to meet you when you visit! Crazy, right? Said he listens to every show…Thinks of himself as somewhat of a connoisseur of the supernatural., can't understand why he wants to meet your nonbeliever ass.”

“Yeah, Robs, crazy.” He answered as he mulled it over.

People were just people.

And rumors were just rumors.

So what? This Eddie guy dealt skunked pot to college kids and a garden variety of party drugs- didn’t make him the same guy who took down a group of goons at lightning speed or had red glowing eyes or some shit.

Dustin was practically vibrating out of his skin as Steve got into his car to drive the few hours to visit Robin.

“Remember talk to the farmers! Look around town! Ask good questions! We need intel Steve.”

Steve had rolled his eyes.

He closed his door and unrolled the window, “I’ve got your intel right here-“ He flicked Dustin off and peeled out of the driveway.

The college town was the same it always was. A cute historic downtown area with breweries and antique shops and then you got to the variations of housing. Robin now resided off campus not far from the historic part of town.

She squeezed him tight in a hug as her other roommates said their hellos in passing. He’d stayed a permanent fixture in Rob’s life, even with the few hours of distance between them.

He tossed his stuff on Robin’s queen sized mattress. Her one roommate was sitting infront of the TV something streaming in the background as she played on her phone, “Look Rob, another report of a deer found exsanguinated in the woods not too far off from campus.”

“Blood drained?” Steve asked.

Her roomie sat up taller, “Yeah multiple cases like this have been reported, animals don’t do shit like that to other animals.”

A few friends stopped by and the stories and sightings started pouring from them as they passed the bottles of wine between the growing group. Steve tried to keep his drinking to a minimum because most stories found their way back to the name Eddie.

Chrissy showed up and Robin bolted from her seat on the couch to hug the other girl. Chrissy was pink cheeked and giggling as she hugged back.

The night devolved from there as Robin, Chrissy, and Steve decided to head to some dive bar on the outskirts of the main road to meet up with Chrissy’s other friend-

They walked into the dimly lit establishment and a long haired guy at the bar turned to look at them. Steve blamed the alcohol consumption and the lighting on what his brain thought it had seen. A flash of gold in the guy’s eyes and a toothy smile that looked sharper than natural. He caught Chrissy's eye as she stared at him and winked.

A chill worked it’s way down his spine.

He figured the Party must be getting to him.

The constant barrage of information he never asked for burrowing into his psyche.

He’d stepped foot into the Hawkins fucking murder house and hadn’t felt an ounce of apprehension.

It was an old dilapidated home but there were no vibes.

And this? This was just some guy in a bar.

He stood up to greet them, “Chrissy my queen, Robbie nice to cross paths again, and you must be babysitter Steve.”

He flashed that grin again, the dimples the only disarming thing Steve clocked this time. His teeth looked totally normal.

Steve gave him a softer smile. The alcohol warming him from his core, “Off duty tonight. Although Rob’s might require supervision.” He joked.

Robin elbowed him causing the group to laugh.

Eddie seemed to have a twinkle in his eye as he shot Chrissy a look, “Well aren’t you something? Everyone else on the podcast has an online presence, not you, and I don’t understand. A pretty, bright boy like you, seems downright unforgivable- sunshine.” He purred the nickname.

Steve snorted an unbecoming half laugh that Robin joined in on, “Sunshine? More like stormy, he’s the grumpiest gus I know.” She said as she patted Steve’s cheek.

They shared a round as Eddie contributed to the town rumors throwing in a few truly outlandish ones of his own before they settled their tab and walked to Eddie’s place.

The house was nice, way nicer than Steve was expecting from the guy with ripped jeans and a worn leather coat thrown on over a band tee. Chrissy kicked off her shoes and pulled the ponytail tie from her hair she rolled her neck.

“So all the paranormal exploration and you’re a non-believer?” Her tone inquisitive and playful.

She smirked as her canines elongated-

Robin jumped in, “Stevie, don’t freak out-“

He was looking between the three of them.

“Don’t…don’t freak out? Over what? Is this a prank Robs?” He squinted at his friend.

Eddie’s bright laughter cut through the tension.

“Um, you see, Eddie and Chrissy are vampires. They exist Steve.” She gestured to the two others in the room.

Steve nodded, “Okay, sure, sure, and I’m a werewolf? And you-“ He pointed at Robin, “You’re a cousin of mothman, great, right?”

Eddie laughed harder, “Oh I really do like him.”

“Me and Eds have been protecting the town from those thugs. They were targeting college kids, specifically drunk girls- we’re harmless.” She put her hands up.

“You’re— fucking with me.” Steve looked between them again.

Chrissy walked up behind Robin and wrapped her arms around her waist as she stood on tip toes. She flittered her eyes shut as she flicked her pink tongue over then bit down on a point of Robin’s neck.

Steve’s eyes shot to Eddie. He was twisting his hair infront of his face, “Chris, cut it out, I feel like I’m watching your foreplay, hard pass for me.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh.

It was absurd, did someone slip something into his drink?

He knew what he was seeing but he was thankful for Eddie’s presence.

Chrissy pulled away and lapped at Robin’s throat before licking her reddened lips, “You’re no fun.” She pouted at Eddie.

Robin eyes seemed almost glazed as she leaned her weight back onto Chrissy.

“Slut.” Eddie said fondly.

“Prude.” Chrissy volleyed back.

Eddie shook his head and kept laughing.

Robin looked a little blissed out, “Bedroom?” She whispered to Chrissy.

“The fuck Robs, you’re just going to ditch me after dropping the ‘vampires are real’ bomb and you’re dating one-“

Robin cleared her throat, “Don’t be close minded, and me and Chris haven’t had the exclusivity talk yet.” She hissed out the last part.

Eddie patted the seat next to him, “We could watch Lost Boys, or uh, Hotel Transylvania?”

Steve chuckled again, “Seriously?”

“Or just Netflix?” Eddie offered.

Robin leaned in to hug him, “You okay?” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “don’t cock block me.”

Chrissy tittered a laugh.

Steve stepped back, “Uh, okay, vampires are real and I’m gonna watch Netflix with one, cool.”

Robin grinned, “Knew you’d be good with it, see Chris? I told you Stevie’s the best.”

Steve smiled at that, the pride swelling in his chest over his best friend’s approval. He made his way to the couch and sat with a respectful distance between him and Eddie.

“Demons are real too dude, ghosts for sure. Honestly aliens I dunno about but I wouldn’t rule it out- I mean Robin seems to be pretty set on the aliens one.” Eddie said with wide brown eyes honed in on Steve.

Without his coat on Steve got a glimpse of his tattoos. Eddie was undeniably hot.

“Demons? Seriously?”

“Mmhmm, I’m a bit of an anomaly, a freak even in the supes world, pops was a demon so I’ve got partial of that lineage and well- apparently when you’re half human you can in fact still be turned into a vampire too.”

“Like a hybrid? Like a labradoodle of supernatural things? A…dempire, or a, uh, vemon.” Steve suppressed his own grin at his horrible attempt at a joke.

Eddie groaned, “Awful, did you just compare me to some inbred dogs? Vemon, really? Sounds too close to vermin I can grow fucking horns and fork my tongue and you called me a dempire?”

Steve outright laughed then looked at Eddie curiously, “Can I see?”

A breathy moan made it’s way out from the bedroom as Eddie squirmed and Steve blanched, “I love Rob like a sister but-“

“Yeah dude, I’ve got super hearing, I get it. We can go to my room, if you’re comfortable.”

Steve paused for a beat, his self preservation skills had taken the night off apparently, and nodded.

“Babysitter Steve coming to my room, calling me a supernatural labradoodle.” He shook his head causing his hair to swish down his back in a cascade of movement Steve wanted to grab.

Eddie flicked the lights on and sat at the edge of his bed. Steve sat opposite on his gaming chair, “How old are you?”

“Not like centuries or some shit, I got turned about five years ago when I was twenty-four.” He answered honestly, “I’m not some…fucking Lestat or something.”

Steve looked him over his gaze heavy, he was aware of Interview with the Vampire, “Clearly.” He drawled out.

Eddie made an overdramatic motion throwing himself back onto his bed and clutched at his chest, “A kill shot from babysitter Steve! A metaphorical stake to my heart!” he crowed out before sitting back up.

It had happened like this, he had heard a scream in an alleyway and had sensed the kind of crackling energy footprint paranormal things tend to leave in their wake. He was already attuned to such things with his current DNA from dear ol’ dad. He came across a lifeless looking Chrissy, a stranger at the time as he put pressure on her gruesome neck wound, and then the same thing swooped down at him while he was distracted.

Here he was now, a pretty boy in his room, and him still with no game as his best friend got hot and heavy a few rooms over. Eddie’s life often felt mundane but it was far from normal.

“So, show me.” Steve said a hunger to his gaze.

Eddie felt like something wild in captivity, forced on display for the enjoyment of others. The only person to ever have seen his true form was Chrissy. She assured him it was kind of badass.

He cleared his throat, “You sure?” He felt self conscious, a crackling of anxiety over putting himself out there.

Eddie rarely drank from humans, and kept his sex life separate from his monster one- do you know how hard it was to hide your true form when coming your brains out? Very fucking hard.

Steve nodded.

He took in the way Steve was watching him. He didn’t know if he wanted to do this.

He took a deep breath anyway and closed his eyes.

Eddie felt the shimmer of change wash over him. He let his sharper canines pop through as well as he opened his eyes waiting for a look of abhorrent terror or disgust in return.

But what he saw wasn’t disgust painted over Steve’s features it was more awestruck.

He reached a hand out and froze immediately, “Whoa, rude of me, uh, can I touch?”

“You didn’t believe in anything supernatural like an hour ago.”

Steve nodded retracting his hand his expression closing off. Eddie grabbed his wrist his own fingers now elongated and darker at the tips, “I didn’t say no.”

The click in his throat was audible as he swallowed and let Eddie guide his hand to his textured and spiraling horns, they weren’t quite black, more a dark brown similar to the tones in his hair, they were striking, smooth in a way Steve hadn’t anticipated.

Steve let his other hand come up too and used his thumbs to stroke over Eddie’s horns. Eddie clamped his mouth shut, it felt good. No one had ever touched them before. When he became an age to magic and hide things away he rarely let himself let go of control over his everyday mask.

The regular guy he walked around as.

Steve rolled the chair closer getting caught on the carpet and ditching it all together. He stood in front of Eddie, who could hear every thrum of blood rushing through him, smell the subtle hint of arousal in the air- an arousal happening because of Eddie’s demonic features.

He felt his own body respond the hardness at the apex of his legs growing in kind over the way Steve smelled and the way he touched Eddie.

His hands trailed down Eddie’s face, over the hinge of his jaw. Steve’s thumb pad pressed at Eddie’s bottom lip, then gently pushed up the top on exposing his razor sharp canines.

Vampires don’t exist and aren’t some teen girl romance novel my ass, he thought, because Steve was unexpectedly turned on by this, by Eddie.

The prominent horns, the way his eyes turned an inky black that swallowed up the whites, the length of his fingers more appealing than creepy.

He let his thumb press into the sharpest point allowing the skin to just barely break causing a bead of blood to rise to the surface. It made Eddie furiously move his head back and ground his hand down on his now very apparent erection. He let out a strangled noise, “S-sorry, just it’s a lot. And- and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He'd never tested his control the way he was tonight.

Steve reached back out with one hand, holding the bleeding one away, and stroked over Eddie’s horns again, he pushed Eddie into a laying position causing the other man’s hand to shift away from his lap. His erection was prominent and noticeably large.

“You’re not making me uncomfortable, am I? Making you uncomfortable?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head.

“Good.” Steve replied evenly as he straddled Eddie’s lap.

He settled his weight on his thighs as Eddie let out a moan at the sensation.

Steve wiggled a little before leaning over Eddie, “Show me your tongue, c’mon Eddie, wanna see all of you.”

Eddie stuck out the muscle, longer than a human’s and split at the end,

“Is this okay?” Steve asked, knowing he was playing with something dangerous.

He held out his thumb, now with blood dripping down the digit, Eddie whined and whispered out a desperate, “Yes, yes please-“

As Steve slowly wiped the pad of his thumb over Eddie’s tongue.

The taste had Eddie thrusting up under Steve as Steve ground down to meet his hardness and pressed his thumb further into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s hands roamed under Steve’s shirt before breaking apart to push it over Steve’s head. The man on top of him was pleasantly and surprisingly hairy as Eddie let his hands explore.

He flipped their position effortlessly and dragged Steve further up the bed. He leaned in and kissed him, being almost able to taste the blood just below the surface. The taste of him not even remotely close enough to what Eddie’s body was begging for.

Steve sighed beneath him and let his legs fall wider to accommodate Eddie. He dipped his forked tongue into Steve’s mouth and deepened the kiss to something of fighting desperation. The man beneath him grinding up for their cocks to brush against each other. Eddie broke the kiss and left a bruising trail of nips and licks down onto Steve’s chest.

Steve writhed, “You can you know, I think I’d like if you broke skin.”

Eddie pulled back, “Think or want me to? C’mon big boy, if I start I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.” Eddie felt on the precipice of losing his mind.

Of losing control.

Steve moaned and grabbed a fistful of hair pulling him in for another searing kiss.

They panted in the air between them, “I want you to.”

Eddie shuffled lower and worshipped the man’s chest, the dip into his navel, the trail of hair that led to beneath his jeans. Eddie flicked the button open and worked Steve out of the rest of his clothing.

He nuzzled his cock, cut and enticingly thick as his forked tongue split around his shaft as he licked up his length. Steve grasped Eddie’s hair again as pearly pre-come dribbled from his crown.

Eddie licked it up greedily before he took the man into his mouth and swallowed around Steve. Letting his hands cup Steve’s heavy balls before nudging further back and teasing at his hole.

“Eddie please, fucking- fuck.” Steve whimpered as he grasped Eddie’s horns guiding his head off of his cock, “If you keep that up I’m gonna come quick.”

Eddie bucked into the mattress over being lead with his horns, the touch going directly to his cock, “Lemme get you nice and wet for me sunshine, gonna be so good to you, sink my tongue into you, and then my teeth into your neck as you come on my cock.”

Steve’s hands held more harshly at Eddie’s horns and shoved him back down, Eddie chuckled darkly, delighted in Steve’s insistence. He manhandled Steve’s legs up towards his chest as he dove in and flattened his tongue against Steve’s entrance.

He let the saliva gather before shoving his freak tongue into Steve’s tight center. The length and sensation sending Steve’s hips stuttering, feelings he’d never felt inside of himself. Eddie’s tongue long enough to brush at that bundle of nerves that had him biting back the scream of shock and pleasure building within him.

His words almost incoherent as Eddie pulled away leaving him bereft. Eddie scrambled out of his clothing, the button of his jeans popping off completely at his own desperation to be inside Steve.

Steve who was flushed down to his chest and watching Eddie divest with need, “Oh, my god, your cock.”

Without keeping up appearances Eddie’s natural cock was uncut but the head was flared and curved in a slightly unnatural way.

He pumped it slowly in his fist, “What about my cock?”

“I need it, in me, holy shit, next time I’m gonna make you come down my throat.” Steve said in awe as Eddie moaned and gripped the base of his dick.

“Jesus H. Christ, sweetheart, you might kill me.” Eddie replied almost pained as he spat down at his cock and lined it up to Steve.

He guided it in slowly, letting the other man adjust. He panted and grappled at Eddie’s shoulders.

Once fully seated Eddie pulled Steve into his lap. The other man’s thighs wrapped around Eddie’s torso as he experimentally fucked up into Steve. The movement delicious and torturous.

Steve sucked Eddie’s tongue into his mouth as Eddie set a rhythm that Steve arched his back to get the angle perfect.

The kissing a filthy mess of tongues and saliva as Steve got closer, he broke the meeting of their lips and exposed his neck, “Gonna come soon, Eddie, please.”

Eddie felt his own orgasm fast approaching as he licked a stripe up the column of Steve’s neck before sinking his fangs in at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He gripped Steve waist as he deeply thrust into him before retracting then slamming back in as he drank him down.

Steve cried out the sticky heat of his own release painting over Eddie’s stomach and chest. Steve gripped his horns one last time and held Eddie against him as Eddie drank from him pearls of blood dribbling from the sides of his mouth and down his own chin. The tugging at his horns as his fangs and cock were buried in Steve was almost too much.

His own orgasm ripping from him as he moaned around a mouthful of blood.

As they both came down slowly Eddie licked and laved over Steve’s punctured skin not letting one drop go to waste. The bite wounds tender but coagulating quickly as Steve pulled him in for another gentler kiss. He could taste the coppery essence of himself on Eddie’s tongue. It was surprisingly hot.

They broke apart slowly Eddie sliding out of Steve as his cock softened. He positioned them lying next to each other as they caught their breath.

“Vampires and demons are real.” Steve whispered out the statement.

“Ghosts for sure are too.” Eddie added with a giggle.

The two men starting to laugh in full, “Let me get you a wash cloth babysitter Steve.”

Steve groaned, “Please don’t call me that while your come is leaking from me, dude.”

Eddie scoffed, “Well then please don’t dude me when my come is leaking out of you, sunshine.”

He let his fingers wander to Steve’s hole and pushed some of his come back inside Steve as Steve’s breath drew in sharply.

“You said something about next times? Did you mean it?” Eddie asked as he toyed with him.

Steve nodded all loose limbed and sated, “Kinda don’t think I could go back to fucking someone…fully human.”

Eddie gave him a wolfish grin, “Skeptic Steve, a cumslut for a demonic vampire.”

“Vemon…or dempire.” Steve laughed out.

Eddie made an offended noise as he pushed himself up to fetch a wet towel. He smelled himself all over Steve. Fucking someone for the first time as himself had spiked a level of possessiveness he didn’t realize he had in him.

Or maybe it was just Steve.