Sequel ficlet to Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter feat. fanart by Penny00dreadful
For @penny00dreadful 🖤
So-um... haha, funny story? 😅
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👀 🙈 No, I will not explain 🤣🤣🤣
It wasn’t often that Steve slept while the sun was down these days.
Ever since he’d asked Eddie to mark him again, to make them one heart, one mind, one soul in two bodies, he kept to a more nocturnal schedule than ever, preferring the company of the creatures of the city, their people, as well as the dedicated few who kept the world spinning while most of polite society snoozed in their beds.
He was already used to the graveyard shift, literally, even if he didn’t spend much time raising the dead lately unless he was helping to train the new hires with Wayne at the Animating firm they’d started together, or testing out the full strength of his magical abilities during his own unique training, with Jane as his guide.
But, naturally, as the official human servant of the Master of the City—servant in name only, mind you… and perhaps sometimes in the bedroom—occasionally it fell on Steve to take care of daylight business for his vampire lover, leaving him no choice but to find his rest while Eddie was up and about for the night.
Steve wasn’t sure how he could have forgotten the far-reaching implications of their joining, what them being connected in this way allowed Eddie to do while he slept, but color him pleasantly surprised when one evening, after having to sit through countless exhausting meetings with everyone from the mayor, to the loathsome head of the Order of the Eternal, Jason Carver, he fell into bed and quickly landed in a dream that gave him the most titillating case of déjà vu.
A familiar, throbbing beat pounded through Steve’s chest like a second pulse as he gradually became aware of his surroundings. He was sitting on a velvet upholstered high back chair in the middle of a large empty space, dark save for a line of scarlet light that glowed in the near distance, illuminating the black and burgundy backdrop on a low stage that had a single brightly polished pole running through its center.
Of course, Guilty Pleasures.
He was at the club.
The lights, dim at first, raised up as the extended introduction of a song Steve knew oh-so-well continued to play, gradually growing louder. He was already breathless, his heart hammering and his fingers clenching the edges of his seat even before the first words of the song came purring out of unseen speakers.
You let me violate you
On musical cue, and in typical dramatic fashion, the pale vision of otherworldly beauty better known to Steve now as his adoring other half—Eddie, prowled out of the wings and onto the stage wearing extremely low-rise black leather pants that hugged his body as if they’d been painted on, his favorite pair of shiny patent fuck-me boots, and absolutely nothing else.
And Steve was practically ruined before the show had even started.
The pale skin of Eddie’s upper body shone with a luminous glow in the half shadow as he made his way to the pole, each step deliberate, his hips swaying with the ease of someone who knew exactly how sinful he looked.
All of his long curly hair was pulled back, loosely piled in a wild yet artful tangle on top of his head, leaving his lovely delicate throat bare, and his pretty face wide open to be gazed upon. Everything about him screamed—desire me, watch me. As if Steve could ever look away. As if he’d ever want to.
You let me desecrate you.
When Eddie finally reached center stage, gripping the pole with long slender fingers, his eyes locked on Steve’s own for the first time, his mouth curving into a feral grin full of heat and promise. There was a hunger to it.
A knowing.
Steve was instantly transported back in time, back to the days where he’d let his prejudice overrun his attraction, and worse than that, his compassion, his morals, and his good sense. He’d come such a long way since then, and though he still felt a twinge of guilt whenever he remembered what he’d done, what fate had almost befallen all those he cared about most due to his own stubbornness, he’d never been happier.
With one hand on the pole Eddie leaned away, arching his back with an inhuman grace, and as he made a slow drop into a full split, Steve continued to recall the last time he’d been sucked into this very same dream.
You let me penetrate you
Back then he’d been sure it was only a dream, and had let himself play into his secret desires for that reason alone, able to hide behind the lie that he would have never have offered himself up to Eddie in his right mind during wakeful hours. The difference now was that he knew exactly what it felt like to give in, to trail his tongue along the dark line of hair that ran down Eddie’s lower stomach. He’d explored and worshiped what lay beyond the waistband of those pants countless times with hands and mouth, taken the long hard length of Eddie’s cock down his throat and into his body with all the reverence of a parishioner taking the sacrament. This time, as he watched the vampire begin his dance for an audience of one, Steve felt that same attraction as before, yes, but also intense and boundless love.
You let me complicate you
In a move as smooth as his descent had been, Eddie brought his legs together again and rose to his feet. He rounded the pole like a predator circling its prey, his body rolling and undulating in a dizzying display. Every movement he made flowed into the next. Fluid, seductive, sharp like a blade yet soft as a kiss. He wasn’t just dancing, he was making love to the pole, the air, the room.
And it was all for Steve.
Warmth bloomed in his chest, joining with the fiery heat that had been building in his groin since the moment Eddie stepped out into the open. It crawled up his neck, raw desire taking hold of his mind, and not just from the sheer visual stimulation of Eddie’s body in motion, but from the absolute knowing that Eddie was his, and he was Eddie’s.
Help me
Help me indeed.
It took all of Steve’s willpower to stay put, not to rush the stage and throw his arms around his boyfriend, begging to be taken. Such a silly word, boyfriend. Much too simple a concept for what they were to each other really. Partner was a little better but it still didn’t come anywhere close to describing how Steve felt.
Husband had a certain… ring to it though.
He didn’t want to interrupt the show, and whatever else Eddie might have planned, but, maybe he could at least watch from a much closer vantage point, without ruining the carefully fabricated recreation.
With hard won ease, Steve concentrated on what he wanted to change, knowing he had just as much influence over the dream they were in as Eddie did, probably more so if anything with his growing control over his magical abilities. Between one blink and the next he was no longer yards away watching Eddie dance from a nice safe distance. He was there, on the stage, right behind the pole, still lounging in his fancy chair having hardly missed a beat of the performance.
Eddie didn’t seem to notice the change at first, too far gone in his dance and the music, until suddenly, he was airborne, flipping upside down and slowly rotating as his legs straddled the pole above him. His head tipped back, sending his hair falling free from its bounds, cascading down like an inky curtain, almost brushing the floor.
Eddie flashed him a quick, wide grin when he spotted his new position on the stage, the vampire’s fangs briefly catching the lights. Just a glimpse. A reminder.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
His.
Steve pulled his lower lip between his teeth, fighting not to palm himself through his jeans.
And then Eddie was on him.
Flexing his own control no doubt, Eddie vanished before Steve’s eyes, reappearing behind him. Which he only knew by feel, the delicate touch of Eddie’s fingertips trailing across his shoulders and the back of his neck. He’d done more than merely transport himself too, Steve discovered, when Eddie twirled around to the front of the chair, the small twin globes of his pale pert ass on full display in a delicate black lace thong.
Steve groaned, his mouth watering at the tempting sight of even more suddenly bare flesh.
One more elegant turn and Eddie was straddling his lap in a smooth, teasing motion, his rigid cock barely contained within the skimpy undergarment as his hips rolled in perfect time with the heavy beat.
Their eyes met again, so close now, and Eddie’s hand came down to caress his cheek, a gentle touch, underlining the love beneath the show of seduction, a fierce tenderness wrapped up in every bob and sway. His dance never stopped, but became a slow intoxicating grind as he rode Steve deeper and harder into the chair.
“Touch me,” Eddie purred, his voice thick as honey and rough like smoke, a clear sign that he was as affected by all of this as Steve was. And when he didn’t obey quickly enough, lost in the delicious friction, Eddie grabbed him hard by his wrists, pulling his arms back and settling his hands firmly on his ass. “This is all yours.”
Steve’s breath caught, the chill of Eddie’s skin biting like a shock as his hands automatically kneaded the familiar mounds of supple flesh, though he was mostly used to it now. Loved it, even. The contrast between the vampire’s icy skin and his own flushed heat only added another layer to their unique intimacy.
God, how had he gotten so lucky?
His fingers moved on, brushing up the smooth line of Eddie’s back, running softly over his ribs and the flat plane of his stomach, digging in at the dip of his hips as they rolled down again and again. Eddie leaned in, his mouth all at once just inches away, his full lips half-parted, and his burning ember eyes alight with need.
Steve surged forward to answer that need with his own. Even in desperation, crashing together without regard for technique, their mouths slotted together perfectly, as they always had, like they were made for each other, and for each other alone.
“And you are mine, Steve,” Eddie whispered, pulling back from the kiss far too soon for Steve’s liking. A transgression he was happy to forgive for now, in favor of watching Eddie slide down his body to land on the floor at his feet.
“Every inch,” Eddie went on, his eyes growing even more luminescent as he pushed Steve’s knees apart, opening his legs wide, allowing the vampire plenty of space to rub his cheek against Steve’s clothed inner thigh, for all the world like a great cat scent marking his territory.
Steve’s entire body shuddered in anticipation, his thoughts slow, mind drunk on the very idea of what was about to happen. He could only nod, offering up a breathless, “always,” as Eddie undid his fly, working his pants down around his ankles with an adoring smile.
“You know, I may have lived for a long time before you, sweetheart, but I did not truly feel alive until you came along.”
“I love you,” Steve gasped softly, breath hitching as Eddie finally took him in hand, fingers trailing gentle, teasing strokes along his length.
Eddie’s long lashes fluttered, his wide eyes looking up to lock with Steve’s, and with something like reverence, pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his cock, showing the same care and affection reserved for his mouth only moments ago.
“I love you, too.”
Words fell away after that, with Eddie wasting no more time in wrapping his plush lips around the head of him, mindful even here in a dream, to keep his sharp fangs from nicking what was most sensitive.
Steve moaned at the feel of it, winding both of his hands into the mess of Eddie’s tangled hair to pull it back from his face, while fighting to keep his hips carefully still. Eddie always lamented the fact that he couldn’t deep throat without drawing blood. Steve wasn’t sure he’d mind it at this point, but it was something they had yet to try. What Eddie didn’t realize was how much Steve adored his talented tongue, the way it laved over the velvet-soft skin of his shaft, wet and slick, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. And when he swirled that sinful tongue in slow, deliberate circles around Steve's reddening tip, it wasn’t just pleasure, it was perfect bliss. The sensation was dizzying, each motion drawing out a helpless tremor in Steve’s thighs, and forcing low, broken sounds from his throat.
Time lost all meaning once he had Eddie bobbing between his legs, but Steve knew it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at most when he felt that coil inside begin to tighten. He just needed a little something more.
“Eddie, please,” Steve begged, not even knowing what he pleaded for but sure that Eddie would figure it out for him.
And of course, he did.
Eddie slowly backed himself off of Steve’s now throbbing cock, dipping into the slit with the tip of his tongue to catch a bead of precum before pulling his mouth away altogether. Steve whined at the loss, even as Eddie took him back in hand and stroked him at a feverish pace, a desperate pathetic sound that he knew got the vampire off like nothing else. Proven by the way Eddie growled into the hollow of Steve’s groin, while nosing along the sensitive skin there, until he found what he was looking for. A place where Steve knew his pulse thrummed near the surface, racing as it waited to be set free.
The pain was sharp and immediate.
Then it was gone, swallowed by something electric that crashed through his nerves like lightning. Exquisite pleasure, but not the kind you could name, like an orgasm. This was deeper, something primal that pulled at his soul, devouring and worshipping in one. That mere thought would have sent his past self running for the hills, had he managed to get this far, but the Steve of today, of now, the one that was so in love with the vampire—the man at his feet—could only fist Eddie’s hair harder and coax him on.
As much as Steve wanted to live in this moment, letting it stretch on forever, he had no hope of lasting once Eddie started to feed. He’d had no hope of lasting anyway, not after all the buildup, watching Eddie work the pole, and that heady lap dance.
A few more strokes and Steve was ecstasy, the physical embodiment of pleasure trapped in a body made of flesh and bone and blood, and he screamed Eddie’s name to the sky like a prayer to a god he hoped would forgive them both, as he spilled in a hot torrent over his lover’s fist.
Steve woke, his mouth still hanging wide open in a silent scream, unsurprised to feel a still warm wet spot where his silk sleep shorts were stretched right over his thigh. He blinked his eyes open, still riding the last trickling wave of euphoria, to find Eddie lounging in their bed next to him, trailing his fingers up and down his bare chest.
“Hello, Sweetheart,” Eddie said softly, his mouth pulling into a wide, cheshire grin. “Sleep well?”
Steve yawned, stretching his arms high above his head, and let out a contented sigh, rolling over to press a tender kiss to Eddie's cheek. “Never better.”
He knew in his heart that spinning upside down around a pole wearing a costume you could floss with definitely was not Art, and being painted lying on a bed wearing nothing but a smile and a small bunch of grapes was good solid Art, but putting your finger on why this was the case was a bit tricky.
Dont you think it's funny that pole dancing is framed as something only done for mens pleasure but just about every woman i know looked at it and went "shit thats lit i wanna do it" and it has absolutely nothing to do with men
