The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen
You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Warnings: Smut (18+), drinking, drug use, mention of past assault, physical altercation, unprotected intercourse (p in v), swearing, possessive/toxic traits, rough sex.
Eddie slipped the final joint into line with its brothers then closed the cassette tape cover. Usually when he made the sojourn to the community college he would take an entire bag of product but this trip was social.
A friend of yours was performing in a concert this weekend and had invited you up for the night. You and Eddie had done a few day trips when you'd played a competition or needed a break from Hawkins but this was the first overnighter and Wayne felt compelled to be avuncular.
"Remember what I told you," he'd advised Eddie that morning when he'd returned from shift.
"I wont screw up," Eddie assured him.
Ever since the dinner date Wayne had been reminding Eddie to be smart with you. He didn't want to see a repeat of his brother's mistakes or a nephew with a broken heart.
The unmistakeable sound of the rusty Mustang in low gear came through the window so Eddie tossed the cassette tape into his duffel bag and headed for the door.
He was down the stairs before you had a chance to knock and twirled you in a hug.
"Ready to hit the road baby?" he asked enthusiastically after a kiss. "I brought the tunes."
"Robin's shotgun," you explained and started for the parked car, "so she picks the music. You can hang in the back with her friend."
Eddie peered through the rear window and identified the passenger by his hair.
"Is that Steve Harrington?"
"Yep. Robin says he's a good hang so I let him take the empty seat."
"I thought Red was coming?"
The original plan for the weekend was to include Max to show her the good things that came after high school. To prove the cliques and conformity she endured now would end after senior year.
"She was but her Mum heard 'community college' and said 'Hell No.' She thinks we'll be fornicating and getting high all weekend," you explained with some disappointment.
"Not all weekend surely?" Eddie quipped and smacked your arse playfully.
"I'll give you meal breaks," you said charitably and winked before opening the driver's door.
Eddie tossed his duffel in the boot smirking then jumped in the back seat.
"Hey man," Steve greeted him with a friendly nod and Eddie grunted in response.
From what he remembered of Harrington he was a popular jock working his way through the girls and tormenting the nerds. Not exactly someone he wanted to road trip with.
Still it was your Mustang so you made the rules.
"What's the plan baby?" Eddie asked so he didn't have to make small talk with Steve.
"We'll meet my pal then Robin wants to look over their Art program and it might be worth talking to their Intake Department for Steve," you ran through the loose itinerary as the car rolled past the neighbouring trailers.
"What about you?" Steve asked.
"She's going to Ivy League," Robin told him before putting on a pop tape that made Eddie cringe.
You laughed blithely at that remark before you replied.
"I'm a chess player, we don't go to college. We drink yourselves to death or blow our brains out before thirty."
"Which way are you leaning?" Steve asked a little unnerved by your morbidity.
"Maybe both."
"Seriously, you're not looking at any colleges?"
"The idea doesn't really appeal," you answered with honesty. "All I've ever done is school. It might be refreshing to do something different."
"Well minimum wage isn't fun is all I'm saying," Steve remarked and let the topic drop.
Eddie looked out the window so no one could see his little smile of triumph. Your lack of college plans was good news for him.
Since your wild night at the playground Eddie had been formulating his plan to leave Hawkins with you. He knew you were too logical to just hit the road without a map and the five hundred in his account wouldn't stretch far so he'd been brainstorming a sound strategy.
Corroded Coffin were dedicated to their Tuesdays at the Hideout but the other members were being ushered towards further study and employment by their parents. If the band was going to continue after this year it would be because Eddie used their homemade banner for a new formation in a bigger city.
He'd looked into chess tournaments too. Not all of them offered big prize money but most states held an annual one and if you both squeezed your pennies maybe you could fly on a budget airfare to compete internationally. You were good enough.
Some unskilled employment would be necessary until he cracked the music scene, no band ever got their break overnight, but Eddie was willing to endure it if it gave him a shot.
The alternative was playing it safe by staying in Hawkins and he'd seen what this town did to its lifetime residents. Slowly sucked the soul out of them until Tupperware parties and work picnics became social highlights.
He knew you'd have hesitations about leaving your dad but Eddie bargained if he could catch you in a good enough mind space you'd agree.
Someone with your overcalculating brain needed the excitement of a party, a joint and a decent bottle of wine to throw caution to the wind and jump on the Munson bandwagon.
So he needed this weekend to go without a hitch to prove the two of you could survive together.
You and Robin chatted for most of the ninety minute drive while the backseat boys lapsed into an easy chill. Having no common ground they didn't attempt conversation watching the passing landscape instead.
The Mustang slowed to suburban speeds as your destination neared and you peered at the house numbers until you found what you sought.
You parked outside an honest but unloved house and lead the group onto the veranda where you rang the bell.
A gorgeous Viking opened the door and crushed you against his naked torso so tightly your spine popped. He had an anvil for a jawline, long black hair tied in a ponytail and bulging muscles tattooed with rune symbols.
You both made noises of delight and animated chatter while the other three stared dumbfounded until you remembered they were there.
"Trav these are my friends Robin and Steve," you pointed to each in turn and Travis gave them both bone crunching hugs. "Guys this is my friend Travis."
You then put your hand in Eddie's and pulled him closer to your older friend like a child scared to approach a pony at the fair.
"This is my boyfriend Eddie," you introduced him and Eddie thrust his hand out before he could be hugged.
"Hello mate," Travis said jovially and shook Eddie's hand with an enthusiasm that wasn't returned.
Eddie took in the six and a half feet of sculpted muscles, perfect smile and bright blue eyes and decided he disapproved. Eddie didn't like being dwarfed, outmatched or upstaged and in under a minute Travis had done all three.
Your entire focus was on Travis as he invited his guests in and sat them in the kitchen while he prepared refreshments.
So you didn't notice Eddie's eyes studying your expression for any hint of amor or collusion as you chatted.
"Not to love ya and leave ya but I gotta throw a shirt on and get to class," Travis said after he'd prepped the hot drinks and passed around a pack of biscuits. "I'll leave a set of keys for you guys by the door, mi casa es su casa."
"Thanks Trav," you said and he patted your back before leaving the kitchen. "We'll see you at the concert."
It was decided after tea you'd walk to the campus and check out the art exhibition after nominating Steve to clear the dishes. The clean air and pleasant walk after the long drive supplied some natural endorphins and in your good mood you assumed Eddie's tight grip on your hand was affection.
"I thought you said Travis was a chess friend?" Eddie finally spoke when you were wandering around the student gallery half an hour later.
"No we met at a tournament his friend was playing at," you corrected absently and tilted your head at the canvas you were examining.
"Then what?" Eddie pushed.
His surliness was unusual so you peeled your eyes from the painting to give him a concerned look.
"You ok?"
"Fine. Tell me about Travis," Eddie demanded.
"I had some trouble and Trav helped me out," you said simply.
Had Eddie been thinking clearly he would have noticed your elusiveness but he wasn't.
He was jealous.
"Did he help you with his penis?"
A few feet away Steve and Robin ducked behind a sculpture like infantrymen sheltering from an incoming explosive.
Your eyes bulged in disbelief and rounded on Eddie like a dueller about to fire.
"What the fuck did you just say?" your low hiss was scarier than any shout could have been and Eddie knew he'd irrecoverably fucked up.
"I'm sorry," Eddie thought apologising quickly placate you. "I shouldn't have asked that."
"Too fucking right!" your voice was rising with outrage and a few gallery goers looked your way. "I don't ask where your genitals have been but you assume I whore around with my friends! Get fucked Munson!"
Eddie reached for you but you threw your hands up in warning and he withdrew.
"Do me a favour," you dropped your voice back to the angry hiss to avoid a spectacle. "Keep the fuck away from me."
You stormed off to the ceramics display and Eddie stayed rooted to the floor. Robin and Steve cautiously crept out of their shelter and after a second of surveying Robin followed you.
Steve hung back and looked at Eddie with an expression that articulated his predicament.
He was screwed.
"Give her a minute," Steve advised and Eddie obeyed. Listening to someone else might serve him better than his own judgement right now.
You shunned Eddie for the rest of the afternoon and whenever he got close he could feel an aura of rage radiating from your skin. Robin stuck to your side trying to distract you with campus highlights and light conversation but you'd always lapse back into brooding.
Steve didn't force Eddie to talk but kept a close orbit around the metalhead incase he had to prevent a doomed reconciliation attempt. No matter how repentant Eddie might be feeling, there would be no successful peace negotiations until you were in a gentler temper.
Travis' concert was held that night at the campus bar where the staff didn't ask Steve for an ID when he ordered a round of drinks. Travis found an empty table for your party then went backstage, if he'd seen the Berlin Wall erected between yourself and Eddie he didn't say so.
Much to everyone's surprise when Travis reappeared he was carrying a cello and followed by three other string musicians. Eddie and Steve swapped a look of dismay bracing themselves for a boring night of classical symphony when Eddie recognised the first few bars.
"Is that?" Steve asked in his ear.
"Ride the Lightning," Eddie answered as his interest perked.
He looked over and saw you watching the quartet with undivided attention as you sipped your wine. Your interest in metal music was only passing despite Eddie's attempts to covert you so friend or not, you wouldn't drive two hours to listen to Metallica covers.
Unless it was for someone else.
'Fuck,' Eddie groaned mentally realising the whole weekend had been set up for him.
While he'd been orchestrating his own plans to convince you into leaving Hawkins you'd been planning your own surprise. Remorse turned the beer in Eddie's throat bitter and he made a pinched face like someone had booted him in the guts.
Eddie reached for the hand resting in your lap and braced himself for a possible violent reaction.
You permitted the touch and squeezed his long fingers before letting them drop. You were mellowing but still bearing a grudge.
Still, Eddie thought as a little ember started to glow, there was hope.
Later that night Travis and his housemate Samantha brought half the bar back to the house to continue the music and libations. His cello rested in the living room corner while he chatted to you on the couch where you sipped a glass of red.
Eddie had passed around the joints from his cassette case then retreated to the kitchen where he could watch the party from the counter.
Robin was sitting on some beanbags with Samantha and her friends from the college's feminist group while Steve slipped in and out of groups.
Steve was at total ease, parties were one of the few settings he excelled in. He made his way around the living room pitching in on strangers' conversations here and there and making people laugh.
"You're like Norman Bates man," he said retrieving more beer from the fridge. "Stop spying and go talk to her."
"Do you think it's safe?" Eddie asked glumly. He had decided to stop hating Steve on the principal of being a popular jock.
"I don't think she'll kill you with so many witnesses," Steve answered in his unique brand of wisdom. "Though I can't for the life of me understand why you said what you did."
"I was jealous," Eddie confessed miserably and flicked a pretzel across the counter passive aggressively. "I took one look at Travis with his Calvin Klein good looks and freaked. I couldn't stand the idea she might want someone better than a weed dealing failure."
"Jealously is a powerful thing my man," Steve adopted a sage tone and clasped Eddie's shoulder. "One minute you're climbing in a girl's bedroom window and the next you're defacing a movie theatre with spray paint."
"Dude that sounds oddly specific," Eddie gave his mentor an odd look.
"Never mind," Steve said shaking his head. "My point is jealously makes you do dumb things. Just go and apologise before she realises she can do better."
"Maybe she has done better."
"Travis?" Steve asked with a little surprise. "Nah you're safe man."
"How do you know?"
"She and Robin were talking about it at the bar when they thought I couldn't hear," Steve opened the cutlery draw and dug around until he found a bottle opener. "After some big chess thing a bunch of players were partying and this creep from MIT couldn't take the hint to piss off. Travis caught the arsehole sleazing all over your girl and threw him out a closed window. It was a ground level apartment but still, pretty bad arse."
Eddie wasn't sure if he could loathe himself anymore than he did in that moment. Not only had he colossally screwed up with you but he'd spent the whole day hating a great guy.
He covered his face with his large hands and groaned into them to vent his humiliation. Steve was right, he had to apologise even if you didn't forgive him. It was the right thing to do.
Across the room you'd somehow gone from discussing Travis' pharmacology studies to Russians.
"All their athletes are pumped up on performance drugs, why do you think they boycotted the last Olympics?" Travis asked conspiratorially.
"Numerous political and cultural tensions with the rest of the world?" you suggested trying not smile at his conspiracy theories.
"Because their piss glows. Here I made you a sample for your next big match."
Travis pushed a tiny bottle full of white powder into your palm and you peered at it confused. Your house was full of your father's medications but none of them were unmarked or sold in doses this small.
"What is this?" you asked suspiciously.
"I don't have a name for it yet but I put it together from some old wartime amphetamine recipes," Travis said with pride. "This shit can get you off your back to charge a tank with six bullets in your chest, just rub some on your gums."
"This has what to do with chess exactly?" you asked with increasing concern.
"A bit of this and you'll be thinking faster than any super computer," Travis promised and tapped his nose.
"I can't caught with this shit!" you hissed pushing the untested substance back into his hand. "I'll be playing chess for smokes in prison!"
"Just keep it," Travis' massive hand closed around yours. "Payment for the joints your boyfriend brought. You just might need a boost next tournament."
"What joints?" you asked and suddenly the supplier appeared.
"Hey man," Travis held out his hand and this time Eddie took it amicably.
"Just wanted to say that was some bad arse playing tonight," he said with sincere respect. "I didn't think you would shred a cello like that."
"Mozart taught me to play but it was Metallica who taught me to rock," Travis said and stood up. "Take a seat buddy and I'll bring you a new one."
Eddie let him take the empty bottle from his hand and Travis wove his way through the crowd to the kitchen. You had found something in the opposite direction to look at and Eddie knew he was still in trouble.
"Can I sit?" he asked tentatively.
"Sure," you grumbled.
You were stuck with him until you got back to Hawkins so might as well keep it civil until then.
Eddie sat on the vacated couch cushion and kept a polite ten centimeter gap between you like a couple of church kids. He hated not being able to pull you under his arm like when you watched TV at his place but he couldn't force your forgiveness.
Desperate for a way in he looked over the strange wooden board on the coffee table. It was covered in tiny black and white tiles that made a pattern Eddie couldn't figure.
"This looks pretty cool, what is it?" he asked as he ran this fingers through a pot of small round tiles.
"Igo, ancient Asian game. It's about taking territory."
Your answer was snappy but at least you were talking to him.
"Is it as hard as chess?"
"Harder."
"Trav seems like a cool dude," Eddie took a bold leap into sensitive territory and braced himself.
He was afraid if you looked at him with the withering contempt you had in the gallery he'd melt from the inside out.
"You guys have a lot in common that's why I wanted you to meet," you said bluntly and finally looked at him.
Eddie could see you were tired, which could have been the wine, but he suspected you were drained from the fury you'd been carrying all day.
He hated being the cause of that. You'd been so relieved and upbeat to be free of Hawkins and your incumbrances for a little while and he'd set it all ablaze.
"You could have just told me about the creep trying to get into your pants," Eddie said gently.
"Gee, sorry I didn't want to recall attempted rape," you replied sarcastically as an old hurt burned. "It was kind of horrifying."
Just mentioning the experience made you smell the nauseating aftershave the fucker had lathered himself in and feel his bruising fingers ripping your tights.
When you'd robbed him of his championship title he'd tried to seduce you but when that failed he figured forcing you would prove his superiority.
"You're right, you're right I'm an arsehole, sorry," Eddie could see he was distancing you again and apologised to keep you close.
"You're not an arsehole Eddie you just don't think," you groaned exasperated and rubbed your forehead. "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you today. It's not like you to be so moody and nasty."
"Being in love with you makes me stupid."
Your neck nearly snapped it whipped around so fast.
"I can rephrase that!" Eddie blurted and poised himself to tackle you in case you ran.
"Don't. Don't say anything."
All you could do was stare horrified. Your brain was flying faster than a master's chess game as you tried to comprehend what Eddie had just told you. Maybe you'd misheard or his humour had degraded into poor taste?
No, he'd meant what he'd said. Eddie's eyes could never hide the truth.
"Can I top you up?"
Travis had returned holding a beer in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.
"Leave the bottle," you ordered without taking your eyes off Eddie.
"Ok," Travis said very slowly and retreated to the safety of other friends.
"I fucked up," Eddie just didn't have the good sense to stay quiet. "Tell me how I put this right baby."
The world had just tilted and you needed a crutch until you could untangle the mess in your brain. Something you could control.
"I want to play chess."
"Yep."
Eddie ran out to the car and got your travel board, you never left home without a chess set. His fingers fumbled the pieces multiple times when he tried to set them up so you snatched them away and arranged them like you were on autopilot.
You said nothing the rest of the night, not to Eddie, not to anyone. Your ruthless slaughter of Eddie and other unwitting opponents attracted a crowd but you hardly noticed your head was such a swirl.
At some point the liquor ran out and Travis' friends headed home leaving your travelling party to retire.
"Ok Steve you're on the couch, Robin you're sharing with Samantha and you two lovers can have the mattress in the laundry. Good night all."
Travis gave a yawn with an exhausted wave and your friends exchanged weary goodnights going their separate ways. Eddie took you under his arm guiding you towards the laundry where Travis had thrown some spare pillows and blankets on an old mattress.
You still hadn't spoken but your friends had assumed it was down to the long emotional day and booze. Eddie suspected you were too addled by his confession to construct anything sensible so let you be and started stripping once the door closed.
"How dare you," your sudden voice was low and full of accusation.
Eddie stopped mid undress and fixed on you like an animal cornered by a hunter.
"How dare you say I love you like that."
"Baby what's wrong?" Eddie let his shirt fall to the ground and stood straight to assess you. It wasn't like yourself to get aggressive without provocation.
"Isn't it enough to stay how we are?" you demanded and in a rush pinned him to the wall by his shoulders. "Why are you trying to ruin it all?"
Eddie caught your hands and flattened them against his chest so you couldn't gouge him.
"You selfish fucker!" you spat and tried to pull away but Eddie held you tight.
Your sudden violence scared him and had to stop before you woke the whole house. If the others saw you like this they'd call the paramedics to pump your stomach or sedate you.
Eddie dropped his knees on the mattress and tugged at your captive wrists. You resisted but he engaged a strength he never used making you fall forward.
"Cut this out!" Eddie growled as you tried to knock him sideways with your shoulder.
Using his long legs to his advantage Eddie straddled you using his weight to pin you in place.
"Cut it out now!" he repeated as you bucked against his pelvis and he pulled your wrists apart to pin them along your sides.
You felt like a beached fish with no limbs to help you escape. You grit your teeth and thrashed under his weight ignoring his pleas for calm.
Eddie was growing desperate, he would never hurt you but nothing he said was getting through. It was like you'd gone somewhere beyond reason and could only communicate with force.
He had to snap you out of this mania but he didn't have cold water to throw and refused to slap you. A primal solution came to Eddie and before thinking it through bit your neck with something close to a snarl.
You yelped and kicked your legs in response. Eddie had left hickeys on you before and you'd given him a fair share but the ferocity was new.
The million screaming thoughts firing through your brain like lubricated machine gun rounds suddenly silenced and your skin flushed hot as if his bite had injected a drug.
Your brilliant grandmaster mind devolved under the force of Eddie's teeth and a single undeniable need roared for fulfillment.
"Ravage me," you gasped with ferocity.
Eddie obeyed without hesitation.
He released the raw skin from between his teeth and let go of your wrists so he could pull your pants open. His cock had grown rock hard against your struggling arse and his stoked temper made his hands rough.
Your jeans and underwear came down in one pull and you spread your knees as Eddie hastily undid his belt. He hit the tumble drier with his foot in an attempt to kick his pants off then left them caught around his left foot.
The wine had made you wet and the beer made him sensitive so you both cried out when you connected. Who gave a fuck if everyone heard?
Without a latex shield you could feel every contour along the gentle curve of Eddie's cock. You held yourself tight to imprint his shape against your walls and heard him growl approvingly.
Eddie held you still for a few moments while you revelled in the sensation of fulfillment and he stayed in the bliss of you warm wetness. Without the condom he imagined you both blending together inside you as if your warm, sensitive skin was permeable.
What you were doing was reckless and beyond stupid but between the alcohol and emotional distress neither of you were thinking with your brains.
"Bad girl," Eddie grunted and reached under your shirt, his nails making red lines in your skin.
Your breasts comically fell out of their cups as Eddie unclipped the bra catch and roughly pushed your clothes over your head. His dry guitarist's hands squeezed the mounds possessively and you turned your head to nip a tattoo on his arm.
Eddie's right hand abandoned your breast and pulled your hair hard making you loosen your bite. A slight trepidation passed over you at his unusual roughness and you tried to reclaim control by disconnecting.
But Eddie wasn't having it.
You felt his palms move to your hips and he pulled you back against him hard. Your slickness lubricated the thrust but the sudden slam yanked a startled gasp out of you.
"You're not going anywhere," Eddie commanded in a dark voice.
His hand found your hair again and he wound the strands around his fingers like reins before thrusting into you again. You fell onto your forearms and the new angle allowed both of you to slip a fraction deeper into bliss.
Eddie pounded into you hard and fast holding you prisoner by your hair. Your mouth hung open in silent exclamation as you locked your lungs to stop the screams that would wake the house.
Eddie's face was contorted into a mad mix of anger and delight. Biting a corner of his lip his eyes narrowed on your swinging breasts like hypnotic bells. Sensually he was alive with pleasure but the anguish of your rejection and the long day of extreme emotions had him furious.
You were holding your lower abdomen tight but being so wet you practically had no control over Eddie's cock. Not that you cared, you needed every inch of his length to pound the chaos out your brain and the brutalness of his grip to ground you in the moment.
Eddie knew he wasn't going to last. Your wet pussy and absence of protection were living up to his most erotic dreams but even in his most carnal state he was still a gentleman.
You had to come first.
His hold on your hips vanished and he slipped an arm under you before forcing you flat on the mattress. You made a noise of surprise and tried to look around but Eddie's cheek flattened against yours before you could see an explanation.
You could smell the beer and pretzels on his breath and feel rough stubble along his jawline. Under you his hand was moving into your wet folds while his cock piledrived you from behind.
His weight was crushing and you nearly protested when his finger found your bud and you started to whine.
The double sensation in your vagina was overpowering and the alcohol in you system had every nerve alight to receive the pleasure.
You started making the noise Eddie had come to know and he threw the last of what he had into you as you came.
"I love you so much and I just want you to fucking love me back!" Eddie panted on his final thrusts then pulled out without warning.
You felt something warm spill down your thigh then Eddie collapsed on top of you. An inelegant groan escaped as his weight pushed the air out your lungs and you used your elbow to shift him just enough to breathe.
His long arms enveloped you and you intertwined your fingers with his. Until your facilities recovered touch was the only form of expression you had.
Eddie's long hair was sticking to your sweaty skin and his breath felt hot against your neck but you were comforted by the wild thudding you could feel in his chest.
Sometimes you needed to abandon intellect to communicate clearly.
"I know you don't feel the same way but I had to say it, I was going crazy," Eddie finally mumbled into your shoulder and he kissed the salty skin there.
"It's all right. I love you too."
Eddie stiffened against you when you said that and you were equally surprised. The words had come to you as easily as saying, "Checkmate."
"Don't say it if it's not true," Eddie's voice was kind but there was a warning to it.
"It's true," you affirmed and squeezed his hand a little tighter. "It terrifies me but it's true."
"Don't be scared baby I'm gonna look after you," Eddie promised and kissed your temple before sliding off you.
He dug around in a laundry hamper for a second then pulled out a towel and inelegantly clean his mess off your leg. He'd never done that on anyone before and was glad you hadn't freaked.
The sex had been amazing, no wonder everyone hated wearing condoms but he couldn't shake a nagging in the back of his mind. One that wouldn't fully go away until the next time he made you a hot water bottle and a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
The sweat on your skin was drying and made you shiver. Eddie pulled up the covers and held you against him tightly.
The buzz of orgasm was fading but he felt a new elation as he stroked the plastered hair from your forehead and kissed you goodnight.
The weight of his secret was vanquished and he'd been restored by your words.
You loved him. You, a sexy, intelligent, foul mouthed, fiesty chess queen loved him. Fuck whatever happened next.
You loved him.