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A special to go along with From Hell and Back!

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🔞From Hell and Back Chapter 19

The 5 chapter tentacle scene is finally complete!!

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From Hell and Back Chapter 7 is out

“I thought you were gay?” Steve stated firmly. His irritation was clear. “Maybe I was just being too closed-minded. Heterophobic, if you will.” He smirked mischievously at Steve, a hint of daring in his stare.

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From Hell and Back Chapter 6 is out!!

He needed Robin’s help with this.

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From Hell and Back Chapter 5 | dormiendum

Explicit | 28k/160k | Demon Eddie

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Steve sat in the back of the shower, just letting the water flow over his face and body. That demon was driving him insane in every sense of the word. He’d never had to work this hard to get laid before. Why did he want it to be Eddie so badly, anyway? His mind wandered onto the night they had sex. Right… He groaned and hit the back of his head on the tiled wall. He needed to talk to Robin. He heaved himself to his feet in order to finish his shower and called it an early night.

Not that sleep came easy. He tossed, turned, whined, and groaned because he couldn’t focus on anything except the freeloading demon in his living room. He covered his face with a pillow and shouted into it in frustration.

Should I just give in already? The thought of Eddie’s smug expression quickly made him change his mind. No, he wanted Eddie to come to him. He wanted Eddie to beg and plead like he did in the beginning. If he hadn’t stubbornly pushed Eddie away, would they even be locked in this battle? Every time he considered just being forward, the image of Eddie’s smug face made him take it back immediately.

Eventually, he managed to relax and started getting tired. He let his mind go where it wanted to and, of course, it chose to relive fucking Eddie stupid, watching him masturbate, and the feeling of Eddie’s intense eyes piercing into him as he pleasured himself. The hardest part was ignoring the erection growing in his briefs.

That train of thought didn’t last too long before his mind wandered back to when Eddie was alive. A sharp electricity coursed over him when he recalled Eddie pinning him to the wall, threatening him with a broken bottle. He only now recognized the feeling he got that night. There really is something wrong with me, isn’t there? He let out a sigh and rolled onto his side.

Steve closed his eyes and reluctantly let the scene play in his mind. This time, they were alone in the boathouse. Eddie held the bottle to his throat with a pissed-off expression as they scanned each other’s faces. He shoved Steve harder against the wall by the collar of his jacket, making his heart thump in his chest. Steve gasped as the sharp edge of the glass was pressed to the underside of his chin.

By the stinging pain, he was certain it was drawing blood. He swallowed nervously, his neck flexing and causing the glass to dig slightly deeper, making him wince. Slowly, Eddie started to drag the glass shard up his chin. Steve tensed and hissed at the slicing pain.

His lack of desire to fight back made him uneasy, but the fact that he was enjoying the abuse straight up concerned him. When Eddie flicked the bottle off his chin, it got a squeak from Steve, both at the sudden movement and the corresponding pain.

A malicious smile crept over Eddie’s face that sent a chill down Steve’s spine. He winced and groaned as Eddie grabbed the hair on the back of his head in a tight fist, forcing his head back and exposing the fresh, bleeding cut. Eddie tossed the bottle aside, letting it shatter wherever it landed. The loud, piercing sound of the crashing glass made Steve dramatically flinch and close his eyes.

When he felt Eddie’s tongue on his neck, slowly licking up the sliced skin, Steve shuddered and opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the night sky. They were rocking rhythmically in the bottom of a boat on Lover’s Lake. How he knew that, he wasn’t sure, but he did.

The sounds that came from Steve’s throat were not those of pain, and he felt a deep shame for it. He clenched his face and flexed his neck at the faint sting from Eddie licking the wound. Once Eddie reached the end of his chin and the last of the cut, he puppeteered Steve’s head so they were eye to eye, revealing he was in his demon form. Steve’s heart skipped. He could see the dark red streak of his blood on Eddie’s chin, and watched in awe as the slender, inhuman tongue licked it off.

An indescribable feeling flooded him when he met Eddie’s glowing eyes. The way they blazed felt like a visual representation of whatever was building in his chest. Eddie tightened his grip on Steve’s hair, causing a small flinch. He stared intently as he placed a claw on the tip of Steve’s chin and slowly, but firmly, dragged it down the cut.

Steve whimpered at the sharp sting. Even still, he didn’t have the urge to fight it. He grasped for the chains on Eddie’s waist and tugged, his body involuntarily tensing with the steady pain. He heaved a sigh of relief when Eddie’s claw reached the end of the cut. The claw continued down his neck and chest until it hooked on the collar of his yellow sweater.

A sinister smile crept across Eddie's lips as he curled the claw and pulled, piercing it through the thick fabric. His smile intensified before he whipped his hand down, ripping the front of the sweater in half. Eddie's teeth flashed in a grin and Steve gasped at the feeling of a hand running up his now bare chest.

Relief hit him like a wave when their mouths finally locked together, strangely enhanced by the metallic flavor of his own blood on Eddie’s lips. The building desire in his chest exploded when Eddie shoved his tongue deep into his mouth. Steve pushed his elbows into the bottom of the boat, violently rocking it as he desperately pushed into the kiss. Fuck he’d missed Eddie’s mouth.

He grunted into it when he felt a hand slide onto his back and the grip in his hair loosen. A crash of lightning startled Steve out of the kiss. He flinched when he found himself staring up at Eddie’s human face as it was temporarily lit up with red light. He glanced around and saw they were in the Upside Down, in the dried basin of Lover’s Lake.

His vision shifted back to Eddie’s stunning doe eyes. The hand that had been gripping his hair was now gently cupping the back of his head. Meeting the tender stare of this version of Eddie filled him with an entirely new emotion. It was just as strong and magnetic as the desire he’d felt with his demon form, but this one almost hurt.

The hand on his back gently guided him to the cold ground and moved to caress his filthy, slimy chest. They stared at each other in silence as the red lightning flashed around them. A deep heaviness pulled at Steve’s chest until they mutually dove for each other.

Steve shoved his hands into Eddie’s messy, damp hair and put everything he had into kissing him. This kiss was more satisfying than igniting. The denseness in his chest only tightened, making him desperate for more.

Both of Eddie’s hands slid down his chest, tweaking his nipples in the process and making Steve gasp softly into their kiss. Eddie moved a hand around Steve’s waist and pushed between his shoulder blades, pressing their chests together. Steve gasped and broke the kiss when he was pulled up to straddle Eddie's lap. Seeing a vine-covered rock face behind Eddie was all he needed to know exactly where they were: Skull Rock in the Upside Down.

Eddie's hands slid down his sides until he felt them go over cloth. He looked down to see the blood-soaked, improvised bandages that Nancy had—

An intense earthquake made Steve fling his arms around Eddie's neck for support, placing their faces less than an inch apart. He stared in awe as the demon flashed like an afterimage over the almost sorrowful expression underneath. When the earthquake stopped, the demon's face disappeared as well, and he was left staring at the gentle longing expression of the Eddie he once knew.

The arms that were delicately holding him carefully wrapped around his bandaged waist, pressing their bodies flush. Steve didn’t hesitate taking his turn at initiating their next kiss. The soft moan of approval he received was beautiful, and the tightened grip on his wounded waist was painful, but welcome.

Without thinking, Steve began moving his hips, dragging his ass over Eddie's lap. A soft sigh flowed from Eddie's lips and he felt the hands around his waist clench painfully.

Steve grunted with their mouths still locked when he felt Eddie grip onto the bandages and flip them around, pinning his back to the rock face. The tongue in his mouth transformed into his demonic one, making Steve open his eyes and break out in goosebumps as he stared into Eddie’s blazing eyes.

He shuddered when he felt his clawed hands creep under his… sweater? Steve glanced around to see that they were still at Skull Rock, but it was the one in the real Hawkins, with no vines in sight. His attention was immediately brought back to Eddie once he felt a palm press against his groin and rub his erection through the loose cloth of his sweatpants. The hands he had in the long wavy hair gripped tightly, making Eddie softly groan with pleasure. A shiver crawled down Steve’s spine at the erotic sound and the stunning masochistic joy that lit up Eddie’s inhuman face.

He swallowed and pulled Eddie down, shoving their mouths back together. The hand on his groin tightened and wrapped around his dick, the claws piercing through the cloth in order to completely encompass the shaft. Steve sighed and panted, keeping his grip on Eddie tight.

The fabric rubbing on his dick was uncomfortable, but the fact that it was stimulation was all that he cared about. He tipped his head back and out of the kiss, flinching when he felt Eddie’s tongue slither over the cut on his chin. Eddie continued his path until their lips were locked once more.

Steve, more than eagerly, threw himself into the kiss, receiving a faint growl from the demon. While he was disappointed that Eddie removed his hand from his dick, he didn’t want to break their kiss for anything. He violently shivered as all ten claws firmly dragged up his back before roughly grabbing onto his shoulder blades.

The blunt tips digging into his skin hurt, but he wanted them deeper. He groaned as the claws did just that, inadvertently pressing their chests flush. He gasped when Eddie slowly stood, taking him along. Before he could get his feet planted, he was forcibly shoved against the trunk of a tree.

The demon placed a firm hand on his chest and took a step back. The infernal being looked out of place in a sunny forest, but the sultry glare that met Steve’s eyes made him unable to care about anything except the burning desire to throw himself at Eddie. Of course, the immovable hand on his chest made acting on that urge difficult.

He tensed and his heart raced when Eddie took a small step forward. The next step put them close enough that Steve could feel the heat radiating off of Eddie’s ashen body, and he shuddered at the difference in their heights. He didn’t know why, but Eddie’s height did something to him. It filled him with a strong desire to do whatever was asked of him.

Steve gasped and quivered as Eddie delicately crept a dull claw along his jawline. At Eddie’s guidance, he looked up to meet his seductive, blazing eyes and soft, knowing smile. Every part of Steve was silently begging to be touched intimately. He needed Eddie carnally and felt like he would lose his mind if it was denied.

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as the demon cupped his cheek in his large hand. There was no preventing himself from leaning his weight into the warm palm. He relaxed against it and was startled when he felt Eddie’s supple lips on his own. Without a thought, Steve lunged himself forward, shoving his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and clinging to his neck as if his sanity depended on it.

Eddie’s hollow laugh echoed around them, and Steve shuddered at feeling the claws slowly drag down his back. It was mildly painful and strangely arousing, urging him to put more force into the kiss, only increasing the strength behind the claws.

By the time the claws reached the hem of his sweatpants, Steve was nearly shouting in both pain and pleasure. He had to fight desperately to stay in the kiss and flinched when he felt Eddie’s slender fingers slide under his sweatpants to delicately graze the top of his ass. When he felt a teasing claw drag over the cleavage of his ass, he gasped and pulled back, staring up at Eddie’s glowing, hungry eyes.

A smile crept onto Eddie’s face as he lunged forward, locking their mouths together and crashing Steve against the tree. Eddie’s hands slid over his ass cheeks, getting a handful of each one. Steve shuddered at his force, both in fear and anticipation. He knew the hands on his ass might as well have been a threat, and sighed with relief when the touch became gentler and the tongue in his mouth reverted to a human’s.

Once he realized he was in the arms of the human version of Eddie, his body automatically relaxed. The hands on his ass were almost massaging, and Steve briefly tightened his grip around Eddie’s neck before leaning back and staring into his human eyes.

The warm smile that overtook Eddie’s face distracted him from the fact that they were back in the Upside Down. Even though he was basically the same size as Steve, in comparison to his demon form, Eddie felt small in his arms.

A wary desire loomed on Eddie’s face as he brought a hand to Steve’s cheek, guiding him into a gentle kiss. The hand on his ass slid closer to his crack, teasing the crest of it as if silently asking for permission. Steve clenched his eyes, uncertain if he should give him that permission. His first instinct was to fight it, but his desire for any form of sexual attention was much stronger. When the hand on his face slid to the back of his neck, Steve caved, pressing his tongue into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie shivered at Steve’s acceptance and held him tighter. Fear welled up in Steve as the hand on his ass gripped a little tighter, pressing their groins together. Eddie’s passion increased, holding him tightly as he slid a few fingers between the cleft of Steve’s ass.

The anxiety got the better of him and he pushed Eddie away, finding himself standing in the middle of the Upside Down version of the Wheeler’s living room. He turned his attention back to Eddie, who was looking at him with deep concern.

The softness on Eddie’s face made Steve feel a little bad for pushing him away. He sighed and brushed his hair back with his fingers, averting his eyes from the worried gaze. Eddie walked up to him and grabbed his hand, coaxing Steve to make eye contact with him.

A reassuring and comforting smile took over Eddie’s face as he slowly walked backward, taking Steve with him. When Eddie’s back hit a window, he slid an arm under the denim vest and around Steve’s bandaged waist, holding him close. Being pressed against him made Steve’s heart rate pick up again.

Steve gasped when Eddie quickly wrapped them in the yellow gingham curtain, closing out everything but them. He smiled at something so stupid actually making him feel a little more comfortable. They stared at each other, rapidly scanning every detail of the other’s face. As his eyes landed on Eddie’s lips, Steve leaned forward, sighing at the plush, tender feeling of their lips molding to the other’s. He tentatively pressed his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. He felt hands slide onto his back and hold him securely.

The fear and anxiety from before crept back up as a hand inched its way below his waistband. The one cradling his back was careful not to touch his wounds, resting directly above the bandages. He trembled and shuddered when he felt Eddie’s fingers return to the crack of his ass. Even though he was terrified, he wanted Eddie to continue.

He shoved his hands under Eddie’s leather jacket and gripped the back of his Hellfire shirt, putting more force into the kiss. He gasped when he felt Eddie push his fingers between his ass cheeks and hold him a little tighter. Steve trembled violently, bracing himself for what he expected to come next.

When Eddie pulled out of the kiss and nudged their foreheads together, Steve unclenched his face and looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. A soft smile spread across Eddie’s lips before they inaudibly formed the word ‘relax’ as the hand on his back gently caressed him. Steve took a deep breath and did just that. He pressed into another mutually passionate kiss. The hand on his back gently gripped him as the fingers between his cheeks traversed a little deeper. He pulled at Eddie’s shirt in anticipation.

A panic fell over him as the shirt in his hands disappeared. He grasped wildly, tangling his fingers in thin chains. He was borderline hyperventilating when he pulled back and saw the demon towering over him. The look in Eddie’s eyes calmed him, not with comfort, but with lust. The demon’s eyes were those of a predator sizing up its prey.

Steve hitched a gasp when he was quickly spun and pushed forward. He braced himself on the table in front of him, finding himself staring at the interior wall of Max’s kitchen. His hands slipped on something with a tearing sound. He looked down to see he was leaning on a phone book, ripping the page that had the ‘War Zone’ ad in half.

He unintentionally crushed the paper in his hand when Eddie grabbed his hip and ground against his ass. Eddie pulled at the knot of the bandage until it unraveled, loosening it enough for a hand to slide under the cloth and up over his chest, pulling him back. He gasped when his back bumped into Eddie’s chest.

Steve gripped the arm on his chest and tensed when Eddie ran a claw over the front of his sweats. A firm palm pressed on it, forcing his ass flush to Eddie’s pelvis. Eddie’s slender tongue licked the ridge of his ear, making him shiver. He rested his head back on Eddie’s collar, enjoying the feeling of the hand massaging his filthy chest, further loosening the bandage.

Steve sighed and bit his lip as Eddie rolled his hips, grinding against him. Both hands slid to the now exposed wounds on his waist and firmly gripped. Steve shouted in pain, not questioning why it also clouded his mind with lust.

He was spun again and braced himself on Eddie’s chained chest. He swallowed and scanned up the inhuman, rune covered body until his eyes landed on the demon’s face. A sadistic smile crept onto Eddie’s lips as he dragged his claws over the extreme grooves of his wounds. Steve groaned loudly and twisted his hands in the chains on Eddie’s chest.

Steve never considered pain a pleasurable feeling, but in that moment, they might as well have been interchangeable. He trembled and whimpered when Eddie stopped. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see Eddie examining the blood on his claws.

The ember eyes shifted to Steve’s, making him freeze. The grin on Eddie’s face intensified as, one by one, he sucked the blood off of every finger. Steve hated how much he loved the sight and how badly he wanted those lips back on his. He jumped when he saw the forked tongue lick what remained of the blood from the lips he craved.

He couldn’t resist Eddie’s magnetism and pulled on the chains in his hands, urging him into a kiss. Eddie growled as he leaned into it, running his hands over the wounds. Steve knew for a fact that Eddie had just smeared blood all over his back as he was held tightly in his arms.

Before Steve knew it, Eddie had lifted him by his waist and set him on the table, putting him at about eye level. The demon’s sultry stare broke Steve out in goosebumps and he gasped when their mouths were pressed back together. Steve grabbed the horns on the back of Eddie’s head, holding him in place. Eddie slammed his hands on the table behind Steve and leaned forward, pushing Steve back until the only thing keeping him from falling onto the table was his grip on the horns.

Steve trembled as he felt Eddie’s tongue slither around his, constricting it. He gripped the horns tighter, pressing their bodies as close as he could manage and shuddering when Eddie rubbed their groins together. Feeling Eddie grab his ass made Steve gasp into the kiss. He tensed further when Eddie gripped the waistband of his pants with both hands and whipped them down. When the table blocked Eddie from pulling them down any further, he pushed firmly on Steve’s chest. A loud gasp escaped Steve as he let go of Eddie’s horns and fell back.

Eddie moved too quickly for Steve to comprehend what was happening and before he knew it, he was pinned to the spongey surface of a mattress with a tongue being shoved into his mouth. As soon as Steve realized it was the human version of Eddie, a sense of relief fell over him and he tossed his arms around his neck, putting more passion into their kiss.

Steve was pushed away by a hand on his chest. Reluctantly, Steve released his grip around Eddie’s neck and gazed up at his face. The warm glow from the gate on the ceiling framed Eddie beautifully and told him they were in Eddie’s trailer in the Upside Down.

Eddie looked truly gorgeous. Steve smiled softly at him and caressed his cheek. His smile intensified when Eddie closed his eyes and nuzzled into his hand. When Eddie leaned down into a kiss, Steve eagerly pushed into it and whimpered at how brief it was.

Eddie redirected to kissing over his cheek and down his neck. Steve panted and wove his fingers into Eddie’s hair. Slowly, Eddie kissed across his collar and over his filthy chest, nudging the denim vest open a bit wider with his nose. Steve watched as Eddie bit part of the loose bandage around his waist and leaned back, pulling it off the rest of the way. The feeling of it sliding over the open wounds stung, making Steve hiss at the pain. Eddie took the bloodstained cloth from his mouth and tossed it aside before returning to kissing Steve’s stomach.

Eventually, Eddie made it to his navel and caressed his hands over Steve’s side, humming as Steve shuddered at the gentle, yet painful touch. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but Steve grabbed Eddie’s hands and pressed his palms against his wounds, arching his back and groaning at the painful pleasure.

As Steve had hoped, when he removed his hands, Eddie kept his in place and gently gripped, making Steve squirm and almost moan. He couldn’t wrap his brain around why he enjoyed the pain, but he wasn’t going to fight how good it felt.

He was almost disappointed when Eddie slid his hands down to his hips, removing the pressure from his wounds. His breath was heavy as he propped himself onto his elbows and watched Eddie kiss down past his belly button and push the sweatpants over his hips, leaving a tapering trail of blood from each wound.

Steve gasped and his heart punched him in the chest when Eddie shifted his vision so they were making eye contact. A second gasp escaped him when Eddie quickly pushed down on the waistband of his pants, freeing his erection.

Steve sighed as Eddie kissed over his dick and removed his pants the rest of the way, tossing them aside. After Eddie took a second to lick up the shaft, he lifted himself to his knees so he could pull out his own. It wasn’t Steve’s first time seeing Eddie’s cock, but this time, it felt like a threat or at the very least, a warning. Though, if it was with the human version, he felt he might be okay.

Eddie’s hand stroked along Steve’s dick as he crawled over him. The gentle expression on Eddie’s face helped Steve relax and allowed him to lean into the passionate kiss offered to him. He groaned softly at the feeling of Eddie’s hands sliding into his hair and onto his upper back, holding him affectionately.

Steve knew he was in good hands and gripped the back of Eddie’s Hellfire shirt under his leather jacket. He trembled and clenched his face tightly when he felt Eddie line up his hips, taking a minute to rub their dicks together.

Desperately, Steve pressed more into the kiss, shoving his tongue as far to the back of Eddie’s mouth as possible. The hand on his back caressed down and onto his thigh, lifting it up. Steve whimpered and firmly clenched the shirt in his hands in anticipation. Feeling Eddie’s dick rub against his balls only increased his nerves. He tensed and trembled as Eddie moved lower, pressing against his ass cheeks.

Slowly, threateningly, it pushed his cheeks apart. His hands were gripping Eddie’s shirt tight enough to test the fabric. Fuck it! He wanted it. He wanted Eddie inside him. Steve whined when he was gripped tighter, Eddie groaning with relief and pleasure as he pushed his hips forward.

What? To Steve’s horror, he felt nothing. Where was the penetration? Where was whatever Eddie had felt? He unclenched his face to see Eddie’s expression of ecstasy. Eddie was clearly feeling something, but all Steve could feel was Eddie’s body moving against his. Why?

The sensation of something rubbing between his ass cheeks was the closest he got. His grip on Eddie’s shirt released as he stared at his flushing face and listened to his pleasured sounds. Watching Eddie tenderly fuck him without feeling anything made his eyes water in disappointment. He wanted to feel Eddie fucking him and now that he had that chance, he couldn’t feel a damn thing.

Steve whined and returned to gripping Eddie’s shirt, burying his face in his neck. He whimpered a little louder when Eddie picked up his pace. His sounds were amazing and only made Steve want to feel it even more. The cloth in his grasp faded away and was replaced with chains as Eddie’s body enlarged.

Steve gasped when Eddie flipped them over, placing him on top. He pulled his arms out from under Eddie and slowly pushed himself up, gazing down at his stunning, demonic face. They were still in Eddie’s trailer, but it was the one in Hawkins. He rolled his hips and watched Eddie groan in pleasure while he felt nothing other than his balls rubbing against the warm pelvis. He bit his lip and trembled in frustration.

Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath and leaned back, flinching at something bumping into his back. It was the rope made of tied-together sheets. He looked up and through the gate. On the other side was him riding the human Eddie, moaning desperately with pleasure. That’s what he wanted, and it felt so close.

He silently cursed and grabbed the highest knot on the rope he could reach, keeping it behind him as he used it as leverage to ride Eddie. The literal fire in Eddie’s eyes intensified as he watched Steve’s body with a primal hunger. Every roll of his hips, every bounce, and every pleasured groan from Eddie just added to his frustration. He picked up his pace, slamming his ass against Eddie’s pelvis with everything he had, and all he felt was his ass cheeks hitting him. Eddie’s clawed hands ran up his thighs. He was clearly feeling Steve riding him. Steve needed to feel something, anything.

It was too much, he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of the rope and picked up Eddie’s hands, pressing them firmly to the wounds on his waist and shouted in pain-laced pleasure. At least it was something.

The sadistic smile that overtook Eddie’s face was chilling. Steve quickly wrapped the rope around his hands again and returned to riding him. He groaned and rolled his eyes up when Eddie dug his claws into the wounds. It may not have been the feeling he wanted, but it helped him add more vigor to his movements, which only made Eddie’s claws dig deeper.

Steve screamed and rolled his eyes up when Eddie dug his claws deep enough into his wounds to use them as handles to control his movements. Steve twisted his hands in the cloth rope and involuntarily pulled, nearly lifting himself off of Eddie entirely.

It hurt like a bitch, but felt amazing, and was the only thing coaxing him in the direction of release. He shouted and shuddered as Eddie slammed their hips together, growling with every thrust. The intense, primal, smirking sneer that twitched onto Eddie’s face was insane and covered Steve in goosebumps.

An extra hard thrust that felt like it could have left bruises on his ass made Steve gasp. It was cut short by a gag as Eddie shoved his blood-soaked middle finger to the back of Steve’s throat. Without thinking, he closed his lips around Eddie’s finger and sucked on it, filling his mouth with the metallic flavor of his own blood.

As he sucked, he rolled his hips, enjoying Eddie’s purr-like growls. Slowly, the claw dragged down the center of his tongue and out of his mouth, continuing its path over his lower lip and down to his chin. He moaned and writhed his hips as the claw scraped down his neck, reopening the cut.

Steve shouted when Eddie quickly scratched his claws down his chest. Out of everything, that was what brought him the closest to cumming, leaving him panting and barely able to keep his grip on the rope. He whimpered and released the makeshift rope, bracing himself on Eddie’s chest. After one more roll of his hips, he clenched his face and dug his fingers into Eddie’s pecs at the frustration of feeling nothing. It was pure torture, and he felt like he was on the brink of tears because of it.

He winced and whined when he felt a gentle hand on his face and Eddie move to a sitting position. Quickly, Steve threw his arms around Eddie and buried his face in his neck, surprised when he didn’t feel the chains. He leaned back to find himself straddling the lap of the human Eddie in the driver’s seat of the stolen RV.

A wave of relief cascaded over him as Eddie’s soft, warm smile widened. Delicately, Eddie’s hands moved to Steve’s back under the denim vest and gently pushed, suggesting they kiss. Steve swallowed and tenderly locked their mouths together.

As soon as their tongues met, Steve was filled with a pleasant desire that overtook his desperation. Even though he couldn’t feel Eddie inside him, the knowledge that he was almost felt like it was enough. He pushed deeper into the kiss and started riding him.

At least he could feel their bodies moving together, their chests heaving against each other, their hips repeatedly meeting, and Eddie’s fingers pressing into his shoulder blades. All of that topped with the feeling of Eddie’s passionate kiss was enough to continue creeping him closer to the orgasm he craved.

Steve shoved his hands into Eddie’s hair, gripping it as he lost himself in every sensation he could feel, even if it wasn’t the one he wanted. He shouted into the kiss when Eddie started stroking his dick.

Fuck! He was so focused on feeling Eddie inside him that he’d entirely forgotten about jerking off. It shot him onto the fast track to reaching his goal. He dove more desperately into the kiss and started moving his body with a newfound vigor. The hand on Steve’s back held him tighter and his dick was stroked faster. It was barely more than a couple of seconds before he was moaning in Eddie’s mouth, pulling his head back by his hair as he came on the Hellfire shirt between them.

It wasn’t the most satisfying orgasm, but he still needed to take a second to compose himself before he could continue riding Eddie. While he may not have been able to feel it, Eddie obviously could, and he wanted him to get off as well. He braced himself on Eddie’s shoulders and bounced on the cock he knew was there. They maintained eye contact as Eddie groaned with pleasure, his hands wandering the entirety of Steve’s back and hips.

When Eddie’s sounds got deeper and he was unable to keep himself from moving his hips, Steve bit his lip in anticipation. Eddie closed his eyes and gripped Steve’s ass, using it to guide his motions, quickening them. Steve panted and stared at Eddie’s face, watching it strain as he got closer. If he couldn’t feel him cum, he at least wanted to watch him.

He shivered when Eddie intentionally made eye contact. The dark irises of his eyes burst into flame and Steve felt as if he fell into them, entirely engulfed in their blaze. He shielded his eyes from the blinding light.

Cautiously, Steve opened his eyes, finding himself staring at the trailer park in the Upside Down. He stepped forward, confused as to why he was there.

“Hey, Steve.”

He turned to see Eddie take a step toward him from in front of the stairs to his trailer. It was just the two of them. No Robin, no Dustin, no Nancy, just him and Eddie. A strange feeling welled up inside him. It was as if longing, sorrow, anger, and passion were all fighting each other to the point that his chest wanted to rip apart.

“I—” Eddie started.

That wasn’t what he said before. Steve’s heart raced. He wasn’t going to let it play out the same as last time. He tossed his flashlight aside and deliberately walked up to Eddie, placing a hand on his waist and the other on the side of his neck.

“I lo—” Eddie’s words were cut off as their lips met.

Steve paid no mind to the clatter of Eddie’s equipment hitting the ground. His only focus was on the satisfactory warmth building in his chest as Eddie grabbed the sides of his jacket and pulled desperately, deepening their kiss. He leaned back with a smile and slowly opened his eyes.

A heaviness fell over him when he found himself staring at his bedroom ceiling. He groaned and rubbed his face. “What the fuck…” He placed a pillow over his face, wallowing in shame.

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From Hell and Back Chapter 5 is out!

He’d never had to work this hard to get laid before. Why did he want it to be Eddie so badly, anyway?

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A Being of Bad Luck Based on From Hell and Back

Teen+ | 824 | Demon Eddie

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Written for @batboysxprompts Friday the 13th prompt | Luck

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Contrary to popular belief, angels and demons weren’t enemies. In fact, they intrinsically required the other. Every demonic regiment had a direct angelic counterpart. One side thrived on creation, the other on consumption.

Where the angels of love created pure bonds of intimacy, the demons of lust altered them to a tainted desire, consuming the result. And where the demons of wrath created misfortune, the angels of patience consumed it to promote peace and order.

Typically, these jobs were done in the realm of the dead. Be it in Heaven or Hell, their tasks could be completed with ease without a physical form and without directly interacting with humans. How this was accomplished was an incomprehensible feat and contained knowledge that would be best left for the afterlife.

As a demon of Hell, Eddie was one of millions, and that was just within his own legion. Each demon and angel may have had their own look, just as humans did, but that didn’t make him particularly special. He had a job, as did everyone else. It wasn’t a hard job, and it brought him at least a little joy. Eddie was a Discord, also known as a bad luck demon, meaning it was his job to create minor misfortune.

When Steve summoned him into the realm of the living, that didn’t mean Eddie could take a break from his hereafter job, it just meant he had to get creative. Causing chaos and misfortune while being stuck in a physical body was a bit harder than Eddie had expected, especially when most of his time was spent in Steve’s tiny apartment.

From Hell, he could reach various parts of the globe with minimal effort. Here he was anchored. Thanks to his powers, though, he could make the most of his time by effecting what he could see from Steve’s windows.

One of the things ethereal and infernal beings had to contend with was freewill. Some found it an annoying hurdle, to others it was a stimulating challenge. They were unable to influence a human’s freewill up to a point, and things like possession were unavailable to those that weren't physically in the same realm. The person had to be willing or asleep to some degree in order for them to influence their actions directly, and if the person willed it hard enough, they could break any control. The more powerful the being, the more willpower it took to break the control. Demons like Eddie, well, they were of the weakest variety. Meaning him and his cohorts needed to get creative with their influence.

Bad luck was an interesting subsection of wrath. In and of itself, bad luck didn’t breed wrath, but it was commonly met with it. A puddle on the side of the road or a shine off of a mirror wouldn’t inspire anger by themselves, but if a blinding light encouraged someone to stop in their tracks, just in time for a car to run through a puddle beside them, the resulting splash on the outfit they wore for an interview would absolutely insight frustration, at the very least.

He couldn’t help but smile when there was clear intervention from an angel. Being a demon didn’t mean he was evil, and being an angel didn’t mean they were good. It was simply a case of morals. Eddie had no issues ruining someone’s day, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying when it was ultimately made better as a result.

As anger bubbled up in the man that was splashed, it was quelled when a waiter from a street-side restaurant came running up with some towels. The list of angel legions that could have encouraged that was long, and there’s always the chance that it was purely a human action.

“Ready to watch those movies I picked up?” Steve asked, towel drying his hair as he walked out of the shower.

Eddie spun away from the large window with a wide grin. “Did you get that Beetle-what’s-it movie?” he asked eagerly.

Could Eddie have made the tile under Steve’s foot slick enough for him to slip? Easily, but he didn’t enjoy causing Steve bad luck. Plus, he was stuck living with him. Even if Steve was hot when he was mad, he preferred him happy. Instead, he just caused mischief around him.

He quietly clicked his claws behind his back, and while you couldn’t hear the shout due to the thick walls of the apartment, Steve’s neighbor just fell in the tub while washing her dog.

“Beetlejuice?” Steve corrected with a laugh. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Sweet!” Eddie exclaimed, jumping into the air and staying there. “What about—”

“Ghostbusters Two?” Steve guessed. By Eddie’s bright eyes, he could assume he was right. “Yeah, I got that too.”

“I could kiss you,” Eddie beamed, swiftly flying up to Steve and doing just that.

Steve draped the towel around his neck and smiled into the kiss.

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From Hell and Back Chapter 4 | irritandum

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Steve paused at his apartment door. He knew there was a demon just on the other side of it waiting for him. If it wasn't for the demon part, it might have been nice to think someone was waiting for him. With a heavy sigh, he turned the handle and walked in.

Nothing immediately seemed out of place, so he could assume that Eddie didn't go on a boredom-fueled rampage. He set his keys on the kitchen counter and jumped when he saw Eddie on his couch, masturbating.

The demon smiled at him while continuing to casually jerk off. “Wanna join in?”

“I’ll pass,” Steve said, trying to sound unfazed. He forced his eyes away from Eddie and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. He only managed two steps past the couch before he was frozen in place. “What the hell?” He fought his invisible restraints as he was lifted off the ground and into the armchair facing Eddie.

“Then at least watch.” Eddie smiled coyly with a wink. “I do love an audience.”

“Eddie,” Steve grumbled as he tried to fight the restraint. “Let me go.”

“Not yet.” Eddie sighed erotically as he slowly stroked his dick.

Steve stared at Eddie's hand, caressing his obscene cock for a few seconds before shaking himself out of it. “Come on, I don't want to see this.” He tried to stand but couldn't budge.

“Then why are you hard?” Eddie teased.

Steve knew Eddie was right, but he’d been trying to ignore it. He glanced down, and sure enough, he had a barely noticeable bump in the front of his dress pants.

“Either you like watching me pleasure myself, or you enjoy being restrained.” He hummed and closed his eyes, stroking with a little more intent. “Or you could like both.”

Steve didn't want to admit that he was enjoying watching Eddie masturbate. He wasn't sure about the restraint thing, but at least the visual of Eddie's otherworldly, chain-draped hands stroking sensually over a disproportionately oversized dick was tantalizing. In this form, his dick looked as normal as the rest of him. It was the shape of a human’s, but with the same gray skin tone as the rest of him, and a line of black writing twisted around the shaft. The head was a darker gray that faded to black at the tip, just like on his fingers and tail. His heart thumped when he noticed that some of the chains weren’t from his hand, but that his dick was also decorated with piercings and chains.

Eddie smiled as he noticed Steve intently watching and had an idea. Steve flinched when Eddie morphed into his original form, hellfire shirt, ripped jeans, leather jacket, and denim vest included.

“Is this better?” Eddie asked.

“Uh, I—” Steve couldn't properly form words as he watched the ring-decorated hand fondle the dick he saw last night. He licked his lips as flashes of the prior night flooded his mind. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to experience that again, and he intended to do just that, lie.

Eddie smiled. Steve was so easy for him to read, and the growing erection in his pants was plenty of validation that Steve wanted him again. He decided to get a bit more dramatic and tilted his head back over the arm of the couch, moaning loudly as he increased his speed and grip. Steve watched in silence with a dumbfounded expression as Eddie stretched himself across his couch and arched his back. Eddie's moans only brought more memories of the prior night, making him swallow nervously.

Eddie's final shout was louder and higher than last time. His hips lifted up as his cum arched onto his shirt. He fell back to the couch, getting out the last few pumps before transforming back into his dickless demon form. The demon bit its lip, staring at the very obvious boner trapped in Steve's dress pants. He mindlessly played with the cum on his chest as he asked, “enjoy the show?”

“Can I go now?” Steve asked, not hiding his annoyance.

Eddie pursed a wide grin. “I let you go a long time ago.”

Steve stood, embarrassed. “Oh.” He froze for a second, not looking at Eddie, before walking off to his bathroom. “Not like you would have let me go, even if I tried,” Steve called back.

“I guess we'll never know, because you didn't try.” Eddie laughed when he heard the door slam. He toyed with the cum on his chest for a bit before wiping it out of existence.

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When Steve got in the shower, he had to face the fact that what he just saw made him rock hard. He placed a hand against the shower wall and stroked his dick. The warm water ran over his hair, face, and down his back. He tried not to think of anything in particular, but the previous night kept flashing in his mind.

He'd never been able to go that hard on someone, especially without worrying about their well-being. He was starting to think Robin was right and that he should take this astronomically rare chance he'd been given. If Eddie can transform, he could literally become anyone he wanted. He could sleep with any actress or supermodel. Something felt a little rude about that thought, but Eddie did say he'd become whatever Steve wanted him to be. He tried to replace Eddie with various actresses doing what they did last night. It worked, but only briefly. It didn’t take long for his mind to wander back to fucking Eddie.

When he finally got off, it was to Eddie clinging onto him with all his might while he moaned dramatically into their passionate kiss. What's wrong with me? Steve thought as he watched the cum on his hand get washed away and down the drain.

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Steve towel-dried his hair as he walked into the living room in a pair of sweatpants. What he saw when he draped the towel around his shoulders was strange, to say the least. A demon was perched on the back of his couch watching The Simpsons, spinning the TV remote on the tip of his claw.

“Have a good shower?” Eddie teased, catching the remote mid-spin.

Steve sighed and ignored him as he walked toward the kitchen. He gasped when Eddie appeared in front of him and ran a dull claw up the underside of his chin.

“Maybe next time I can join you.”

Steve swatted the hand away. “How about no?” he stated flatly, walking around the looming demon.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie chimed, wrapping his tail around Steve’s waist and reeling him in. “I know you want me, Harrington.” He stroked his claws gently over both of Steve’s cheeks.

Steve shivered at the delicate touch, almost caving to it, but caught himself and pushed away. “Eddie!” he snapped. “Stop!”

Eddie grinned and leaned forward.

“Please,” Steve added firmly. “Just stop touching me.”

Eddie froze in place and heaved a heavy sigh of disappointment. He stood back to his full height and slid the tail off of Steve’s waist. “Alright, have it your way.” He shrugged and dispersed into a cloud, returning to the couch.

Steve was surprised that Eddie obeyed. He raised his eyebrow at the surreal situation as he walked into the kitchen to make dinner. He kept half an eye on the demon as he cooked, waiting for him to pull something. To his surprise, Eddie just chuckled at the satirical show and paid no mind to him. He was able to finish eating and cleaning in peace.

Eddie didn’t fight him or try anything when Steve took the remote and changed the channel to something he preferred. Steve remained wary and sat in a chair instead of on the couch next to him. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or nervous about Eddie’s change in attitude. The show he put on faded into the background as he was highly distracted by Eddie’s sudden indifference. He was conscious of every move the demon made, positive he was just biding his time.

After an hour of not paying attention to the TV, he decided to head to bed early. Again, he was taken aback when Eddie passively said, “goodnight,” and changed the TV back to cartoons. Steve gave him a second glance before going into his bedroom. Something about Eddie being so compliant bothered Steve and made it hard for him to sleep. He tried to shake it off, knowing Eddie would bounce right back to his antics tomorrow.

Once Eddie was sure Steve was asleep, he walked through the closed bedroom door and leaned against the other side. He stared at Steve with a neutral gaze, eyes lingering on his sleeping face. With a heavy sigh, he walked back through the door and returned to the living room.

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The next morning, Eddie was the same. Entirely indifferent and it threw Steve off. He may not have known Eddie or this demon version of him for long, but he didn’t seem like the type to behave like this. He was a known rebel, a rule breaker by principal alone. In Steve’s distraction, he ended up overcooking his eggs.

While at work, Steve’s focus was nowhere near where he needed it to be. He’d hoped that being away from Eddie would help clear his mind, but it only seemed to make him hone in on it more. Eventually, he dragged Robin into his office.

“He’s up to something, I know it,” Steve said, pacing back and forth behind his desk.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Robin suggested, minorly annoyed about being taken away from her work.

“What if that’s what he’s waiting for?” Steve ran his hands over his slicked-back hair.

“What’s nefarious about talking?” She crossed her arms and leaned beside the door.

“I live with a fucking demon. What’s not nefarious?”

“I know it’s a weird situation, like really weird, but I honestly don’t think he’s up to anything. I mean, did you say anything to him that might make him want to back down?”

Steve stopped pacing and placed his hands on the back of his high-backed chair as he thought. After a heavy sigh, he said, “I did tell him to stop touching me.”

Robin looked at him flatly. “And you wonder why he stopped.”

“That never stopped him before,” he stressed.

“I don’t know.” She squinted. “I hear demons and such have a lot of complex rules. Maybe something’s stopping him.”

“If he had to do as told, he would have listened before, but he didn’t.”

Robin pursed her lips. “Maybe it’s a wording thing.”

“A what?” Steve looked at her, confused.

“I’m just going off of common tropes here,” she said, fanning out her hands without uncrossing her arms. “But typically, the way things are worded can make a big difference. Did you say anything different this time?”

“How the hell should I know?” Steve said harshly, shrugging. “I don’t remember my exact wording. I just told him to stop.”

Robin sighed. “You’ve never been very good at introspection. Talk to him.” She shook her head. “And why is this bothering you so much if it’s what you wanted in the first place?”

Before Steve could answer, the door to his office was opened quickly by an employee. “Ms. Buckley, the fax machine is broken. We need your help.”

“I’ll be right there,” she answered with a nod, and the man left. She turned back to Steve. “I need to work, and so do you. Shake it off for now and deal with it after work.” She gave him a sympathetic sigh and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her.

Steve groaned and heavily sat in his chair. He glanced around for his favorite pen but was unable to find it. Eventually, he saw it under his desk. He had to get on all fours and crawl in order to reach it, but he got it and attempted to return to work.

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He couldn’t bring himself to follow Robin’s advice about talking to Eddie when he got home. Instead, he kept a cautious eye on the demon and treated him like a passive roommate, barely speaking unless it was necessary or polite. Eddie spent most of his time watching TV, rarely in a normal sitting position. Typically, he was perched on the back of the couch like some weird bird, hanging from the ceiling, or levitating over the coffee table. He made sure not to get in Steve’s way, and only spoke when spoken to.

A few more days passed of Eddie being indifferent. Steve’s focus at work was slipping, and he kept misplacing or dropping things. Even the smallest inconveniences felt astronomical. He’d never noticed how often things acted up or broke around the office and it was making him pull his hair out. He also found himself masturbating more than he had since he was a teen.

Every shower, every night before bed, and even occasionally in the company bathroom. Regardless of how hard he tried, it was always accompanied by flashes of Eddie. While it was mainly Eddie in his original human form, sometimes he recalled making out with the demon he saw on a daily basis. Those thoughts were usually accompanied by imagining the things his tongue could do to him if he didn’t stop that blow job. The mental image of his inhuman eyes staring up at him from that angle gave him goosebumps. It got to the point that Steve could barely even look at Eddie without wanting him.

Why wasn’t Eddie doing anything? Had he lost interest? What was he up to? He even tried intentionally tempting him by walking around in just his boxers. He could feel Eddie’s eyes on him, but still, he did nothing. Steve knew for a fact that Eddie hadn’t lost interest, so why? Why wasn’t he throwing himself at his feet like before? What changed? But the biggest question Steve had was, why did it bother him so much?

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“You want to sleep with him again,” Robin said, plainly irritated in Steve’s office. “I don’t know how you haven’t come to that conclusion on your own.”

Steve groaned loudly and hit his head on the wall. “Don’t you think I know that?” He hit his head again. “I can’t even count the number of times I’ve jerked to him.”

Robin gagged. “T.M.I.”

“But seriously, I don’t know what to do.” Steve turned around and slid his back down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

Robin sighed in annoyance. “Sleep. With. Him.”

“He barely even talks to me.”

“So, you talk to him first?” she said, perplexed. “I’ve never seen you back down from hitting on someone.”

“On women. There’s a difference when it’s a man and a fucking demon!” Steve put his face in his hands.

“Steve,” she groaned. “You and I both need to work. You know how to fix this, so do it, and stop distracting me from keeping things running smoothly while you have your breakdown about not wanting to sleep with him.”

“Whatever, you’re no help.” Steve waved her out of the room.

Robin rolled her eyes and heaved a defeated sigh. She sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, linking their arms and holding his hand. “Look,” she started. “I know this is a weird fucking situation you’re in. Genuinely, I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes.” She chuckled and pressed her head into his shoulder. “I also know how hard it can be to accept that you’re not what other people call normal.”

Steve groaned, “Rob, I—”

“Shush,” she interrupted softly. “You find Eddie, a man, attractive. Something that, as far as you’re aware, has never happened before. I get it, it’s scary. It’s new territory.” She squeezed his hand. “But that can also be thrilling,” she urged supportively.

“I don’t know if thrilling is really what I’m looking for right now,” Steve grumbled.

“Maybe it’s not what you’re looking for, but it could be what you need.”

He huffed a sarcastic laugh. “What I need is stability.”

“Personally, I think you need the opposite.”

Steve raised his eyebrow at her, unconvinced.

“Your life has been dull as hell for years. Mainly due to having such stability with this job and all.”

“A stable job means a stable life,” Steve sighed.

“That’s your dad talking,” Robin urged, squeezing his hand. “What do you want?”

Steve closed his eyes and rested his head on Robin’s. He knew she was right. His dad had this annoying ability to weasel thoughts into his head. “You know damn well I don’t know what I want, Robin,” he admitted harshly.

“Then why not give this a go?”

Steve grunted.

Robin chuckled. “You’ve got this, Steve.” She rubbed her hands over Steve’s as if she was warming it up. She gave the back of his hand a quick kiss and stood. “I have to get back to work,” she stated, grabbing his shoulder. “But you’ll figure this out, and if you really can’t, you know I will for you.” She gave him a big, supportive smile.

Steve nodded at her with a sheepish smile of his own. With a small nod back, she left. He rested the back of his head on the wall and sighed, heaving himself back to his feet. Before he got to his chair, he noticed his pen on the ground again and picked it up before getting back to work.

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On his way home, Steve talked to himself as if he was talking to Eddie. “Why have you been ignoring me?” He groaned. “No… technically, he hasn’t been ignoring me.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he made his way through rush hour traffic. “Why haven’t you been hitting on—no.” He huffed a heavy sigh. The last time he had this much trouble trying to find words was when he went to apologize to Nancy. He still didn’t know what he was apologizing for. “Should I just jump into it?” Eddie seemed like the type that would enjoy him being forward.

A flower shop caught his eye, and he considered getting him a gift. “No, that’s dumb.” He cringed and shook his head.

Just the thought that he might get laid was enough for his body to start acting up. He sighed as he approached a red light, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. Robin was right. He needed to confront this. He needed to confront Eddie. A thought crossed his mind. “What if Eddie is trying to be considerate and has just been waiting for me to come to him?”

A honk shot him out of his thoughts, and he saw the light had changed. When he got home, he paced in front of his door, still debating on how to approach the situation. Should he be casual, or should he be forward? He took a deep breath and reminded himself it was Eddie. He may not have known Eddie very well, but he tried to recall when they were together. There was some kind of strange comfort around him, almost a magnetic pull. Since he’d been looking at Eddie as the demon, it was easy for him to forget who he actually was. He made up his mind and entered the apartment.

When he walked in, Eddie was in his usual spot, perched on the back of the couch. Steve got a wave of goosebumps when Eddie casually glanced at him with his fiery eyes. They only made eye contact briefly before Eddie turned back to the TV.

Steve set his keys and briefcase down on the counter, taking a deep breath before he turned to look at Eddie. It was hard to comprehend the strange being as his old friend when he was in his current form, but he knew it was. He took off his suit jacket, removed his tie, and untucked his shirt. He popped the top couple buttons on the shirt and sat on the couch directly in front of Eddie.

The sudden proximity made Eddie freeze and stare down at Steve with wide, shocked eyes. He swallowed, abandoning the show on TV as he’d found something much better to watch. He bit his lip when Steve casually leaned back, placing the back of his head between his legs.

Steve smiled to himself when he heard Eddie’s breathing pick up. He unbuttoned the shirt a little more and picked up the remote, flipping through the channels. Eddie’s eyes couldn’t fight the call of Steve’s cleavage. From his angle, he could stare clear down his shirt and into the lush valley of his pecs.

It was clear that he was wearing Eddie down just by being so close. Steve unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and unclasped the belt on his dress pants, smirking when he heard a faint gasp behind him. It took focus to keep himself from getting an obvious boner. Just the thought of what could potentially come from his taunting excited him. He went a little further with it by unzipping the front of his pants and casually leaning back, giving Eddie a clear look at the spread in front of him. He debated on how far to actually push things, and part of him was tempted to just start masturbating to see if Eddie could still resist.

They weren’t touching each other, but Steve could feel Eddie’s eyes molesting him. Just knowing how badly Eddie wanted him was enough for him to start getting hard. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to keep it down, or at least not get hard enough that it was noticeable. Neither of them could tell you what was playing on the TV if asked. They were far too conscious of the other to be aware of anything else around them. They were locked in a challenge that neither could back down from, but were desperate for the other to give in.

Unable to prevent it any longer, Steve took his dick out of his briefs. He heard a soft shuddered breath from Eddie. It was a confirmation that only made him harder. Steve sighed with relief as he gently stroked himself in clear view of Eddie. He didn’t bother stifling his sounds, if anything he slightly enhanced them. With a deep groan, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back so Eddie could see his face without making eye contact. He kept them closed as he continued to pleasure himself.

Eddie didn’t know how to handle what Steve was doing. He wanted to touch him, to assist him, but he was losing it over the visuals alone. Luckily, a part of him didn’t want to interrupt the rare sight. He knew Steve was laying out bait for him to take, and god was it tempting, but he was unable to make a move on him. Steve’s small writhes and dramatic sounds were killing him. There were so many things he wanted to do, and all of them would likely lead to another night of passion. He knew that if he said or did anything, no matter how small, it would be like setting off a bomb. Just one word or one passive caress would send them spiraling into each other’s arms. It was painfully tempting.

Steve was getting frustrated that Eddie was still just watching instead of joining in. He fully expected him to appear in front of him and beg for his cock like he did before. Where was the teasing, the taunting, the confidence? He knew Eddie was holding back, and he had no idea why, but to his surprise, he was enjoying being watched so intently. He was careful not to open his eyes, even though he wanted to see the face Eddie was making. If their eyes met, he knew it would come off as a direct invitation, meaning he would have been the one to give in. He was getting close to finishing and was so desperate for Eddie’s touch that if even a lock of hair inadvertently grazed him, he would cum on the spot.

It was clear as day that Steve wanted him to act, but Eddie was thoroughly enjoying the show. Sure, there were many things he wanted to do. Like kissing those luscious, gently parted lips or dragging his tail and hands over every exposed inch of his skin. He wanted the cock he was transfixed on inside him in any way, he didn’t care. But none of it would happen until Steve was direct or took it himself. Based on the speed of Steve’s breath, and the way he clenched his face, Eddie knew Steve wasn’t going to last long. He was bummed the show was almost over. He had ways to elongate it if he really wanted to, but that would still be a means of interacting with Steve.

A deep growl carried from Eddie as he watched Steve moan and cum on his chest. Steve kept his eyes closed as he let his body relax, catching his breath. Eddie continued to stare at Steve, watching his chest rapidly rise and fall. The streaks of cum were calling for Eddie to run his hand through them. Once Steve had caught his breath, he sighed and got up. He stripped quickly, making Eddie’s jaw drop, and stormed off to the shower.

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What was Eddie playing at?

Steve cleaned the cum from his chest while he tried to figure out what to do with the situation. Eddie was obviously just as desperate for him as he was for Eddie, so why didn't he do anything when it was literally laid out in front of him? He was honestly disappointed that Eddie didn't join in. Even if there was a strange thrill to being watched by him. He knew he had Eddie's full attention, even without looking at him. Something crossed his mind that both irritated and amused him. What if Eddie was treating this as a challenge? Was he just seeing how far Steve would go until he broke and begged? Well, two can play that game. He smirked. This might be fun.

When he got out of the shower, he loosely dried his hair and tied the towel around his waist. Eddie was still in the same position and had changed the TV back to cartoons. He gave Steve the same indifferent glance he did when he first got home and turned his attention back to the show. Steve subtly twitched and laid on the couch in front of him, bending one knee so that leg was entirely exposed, but his groin remained tastefully covered by the towel. A subtle sharp inhale from Eddie made him smirk as he watched whatever show was on. Even though he'd just gotten off, he could almost feel himself wanting a round two already. Feeling Eddie's eyes on him was like an inescapable aphrodisiac.

He forced himself to focus on the show and before he knew it, he was laughing at the same jokes Eddie was. When he wasn't hyper-conscious of Eddie's intent, he found he was surprisingly comfortable around him.

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The next morning, Steve decided to continue his own passive taunting. He went about his morning routine wearing just his dress shirt and could tell that Eddie had his eyes locked on him. Particularly the way the tail of it didn’t quite cover his ass. There was no way it was going to be enough to make him crack, but he found a deep satisfaction in flaunting himself.

When he walked into work, Robin met up with him on the way to her desk. “You seem to be in a better mood. Did you finally do it… or should I say him?”

“No, actually. He's being a stubborn asshole.” A sly smile spread across Steve's face before he walked into his office. “But I’ll break him by the end of the weekend.”

Robin raised an eyebrow at Steve as he disappeared into his office. She was just relieved that he might do his job today instead of moping.

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Steve got home and immediately got in the shower. He was tempted to jerk off, but decided against it. He’d hoped that nut could go to better use. Specifically, on or in Eddie. The thought alone made it harder for him to resist touching himself, but he managed.

When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror and chose to dry his hair properly before heading back out. He blow-dried and combed it back, separating a few front locks to give him a more casual look. Once he was satisfied with his hair, he walked out with only the towel around his waist and into the kitchen. He put on a plain blue apron and took off the towel, tossing it from the kitchen to the living room floor, making sure to land it in Eddie's eyeline.

Immediately, Eddie locked onto the towel, knowing exactly what Steve was telling him. He was naked. Out of the corner of his eye, he peeked into the kitchen and bit his lip at seeing Steve in nothing but an apron, ass on full display. He took a deep, bracing breath and turned to get a better view of Steve in the kitchen.

It was obvious that Steve was intentionally standing in places that would give Eddie the best view of him. The ties of the apron were in a small messy bow, with the loose ends resting at the crest of his ass crack. He audibly huffed when Steve bent down to pick up something he dropped. His everything was clearly visible.

Steve was getting a kick out of taunting Eddie, and it was giving him a slight chub. He pulled on his lip with his teeth as he thought of what he wanted Eddie to do to him. He imagined Eddie sliding his hands over his back and around his sides, slipping them under the apron. He thought of their bodies pressing flush as Eddie kissed his neck and whispered something dirty in his ear.

The fantasy was enough to increase his pulse. His breath got heavier, and he started losing focus on his cooking as his mind continued to wander. He thought of Eddie firmly grabbing his ass and stroking his dick right where he stood. He snapped himself out of it and continued cooking, now with the inconvenience of a full boner.

Eddie's jaw dropped when Steve turned to the side and he saw he was pitching a full tent with the apron. Is he a fucking exhibitionist? He couldn't help but find it adorable how hard Steve was trying to get him to give in. Eddie had no choice but to resist, and even if he didn’t, he had a natural advantage that would guarantee he would outlast Steve.

Demons weren't driven by instincts. If they wanted something, it was a pure desire, but acting on achieving said desire was a cognitive choice, not a reflex. In other words, Eddie could desire Steve with everything he had, but he could comfortably choose not to react. There was no way Steve was winning this battle. He smirked as he decided to speed things along a little.

Steve nearly dropped the knife in his hand when he turned around to see the human version of Eddie dressed exactly as he remembered him back at Rick’s. He was sitting with his legs sassily crossed on his coffee table, watching TV. What's he up to? Steve swallowed and returned to making his dinner.

Eddie’s smile widened when Steve turned away from him. Steve was tempted to continue looking at Eddie in his human form, but decided to just continue flaunting the body he knew the demon wanted. He dramatically bent over to put something low in the oven.

When he stood, he stole a glance at Eddie, only to quickly look away when he saw him removing his denim vest, tossing it aside, and letting it dissipate out of existence. He took a deep breath and set a small egg timer so his food didn't burn. The next time he glanced at Eddie, he was slowly removing his leather jacket. He swallowed as he watched the dark leather slide down Eddie’s broad shoulders. Before he caved himself, he snapped his eyes away and shook his head.

All he had left to do was wait for his food to cook, so he took off the apron and tossed it on the counter. Grumpily, he walked past Eddie and grabbed the towel on the way to his bedroom. Eddie raised an eyebrow as he watched the full bare ass bounce out of sight.

Steve had to step up his game, but how? The only things he could think of were wearing tempting clothing or masturbating in front of him. What else was there? He sighed and threw on a pair of his old high school gym shorts before heading back out. Eddie was leaning back on the palms of his hand, chuckling at the cartoon he was watching. He still had his hellfire shirt on, and it was just fitted enough to show off his narrow waist. Steve was reminded of holding that waist as he lost himself in the ecstasy of his body. Seeing him in this form made him much harder to resist, and he was certain that Eddie knew that.

Steve got the inkling that Eddie was starting to taunt him back. He steeled himself and sat on the couch behind him, taking the remote that was loosely pinned under his hand and changing the channel to whatever movie he could find. He leaned back and watched as he waited for the timer to go off. Eddie smiled and spun himself, so he was lengthwise on the table and turned onto his side, facing the TV. Steve tried not to pay attention to the curve of Eddie’s waist and the tightly clad ass he’d already felt the wonders of.

The timer couldn’t go off soon enough as he kept catching himself staring at the small of Eddie’s waist and tracing the curve of his slender hips. All Eddie was doing was existing, but it drove him insane to have him at his fingertips and not act. What pissed Steve off the most was that he was positive Eddie knew exactly what he was doing. He’d positioned himself like that because he knew Steve wouldn’t be able to stop staring at him. He’d transformed because he knew Steve had a weakness for his human body.

When the timer finally went off, Steve jumped up and hurried into the kitchen, removing his meal from the oven. He sat at his kitchen bar, facing away from Eddie and the TV to eat in some semblance of peace. While he ate, he tried to wrack his brain on ways to tempt Eddie into acting. He tried to think of the things he’d like, what would make him personally cave. The direct masturbation didn’t work. The apron didn’t work. He was certain that jerking off in front of him would be his breaking point. Didn’t he realize that was an invitation? He had to. What else could that have been construed as?

Steve glanced over at Eddie just in time to see him deliberately taking his shirt off, revealing his back. He stared at it for a few seconds before shaking his attention away. That was the answer he needed. Eddie had the same goal he did, and this little game had officially become a battle to Steve. One he wasn’t about to lose either.

Once he’d finished his meal, he cleaned up and considered how to temp the demon. He got himself a glass of water and opened the freezer to get some ice. A box of coconut popsicles Robin had left over caught his attention.

He stared at the box long enough for the freezer to kick in. Was he really going to stoop so low as to suck off a popsicle to get laid? Yes… yes he was.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled one out of the box. He tossed the wrapper before heading into the living room where he sat in one of the chairs. He made sure he was just in Eddie’s eyeline and tried not to pay attention to the fact that he was shirtless, or how badly he wanted to run his hands over his bare chest.

Once he was situated in the chair, he crossed his legs and turned his attention to the TV. Not that he processed what was on it. He was far too embarrassed and hyper-aware of Eddie’s side eye to pay any mind to his surroundings. Not really sure how to go about it, he started sucking on the popsicle like normal until his nerves fell enough to approach the plan. The idea of treating it like a dick was strange. He’d never thought about sucking dick before.

Just do it like I’d want it done to mine, right? Slowly, he pulled it out of his mouth and licked up its length. He tilted his head and wrapped his lips around the side of it and sucked up and down. Without looking, he knew Eddie was giving more than a side-eye. He took a deep breath and stuck out his tongue, sliding the ice pop over it and into his mouth. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he slowly pushed the popsicle as deep into his mouth as he comfortably could, rather embarrassed that it didn’t seem that deep. He pulled back and continued the motion while taking dramatic breaths to expand his chest.

Eddie watched the scene in awe. He truly would love to feel that in action, and had an inkling he would at some point, but not today. He passively observed the show with an amused smirk, quirking an eyebrow when he noticed Steve was starting to get hard.

Steve was surprised at how nice it felt to have something sliding in and out of his mouth like that. There’s no way a dick feels anywhere near this good, right? Shame washed over him as he felt himself getting a boner. He resisted touching it even though he wanted to. No, what he really wanted was Eddie on his knees in front of him, sucking it for him. He huffed a sigh when the thought made him even harder.

Steve continued to impress Eddie as he seemed to get more into blowing the shrinking popsicle. He audibly huffed when Steve sat up and a line of the creamy translucent liquid dripped down his chin and onto his chest.

Steve smirked. Got ya. He leaned back and opened his mouth, holding the melting popsicle by its stick over his face, letting it drip messily into his mouth and onto his lips and chin. He hated the feeling of the cold sticky drops sliding down his face and neck, but Eddie’s shuddered breaths and full attention were worth it.

Eddie bit his lip as he watched a drop slide past Steve’s Adam’s apple and between his pecs. Another drop joined it, making Eddie swallow. He froze and stared wide-eyed as Steve moved the ice pop so it was dripping directly onto his chest. A few of the drops landed on and near one of his nipples, his mouth watered, urging him to swallow. He wanted a taste.

Based on Eddie’s reactions, he had to be wearing him down, but he wasn’t quite there yet. He had to step it up. One of the drops slid down his stomach and under his shorts, giving him an idea. He ran a hand over his chest. Trying not to cringe at the awful feeling of smearing the sticky fluid through his chest hair was a challenge. Gradually, Steve slid his hand into his shorts. The deep growl that came from Eddie made him smirk as he pushed the shorts down, revealing his boner. Eddie’s jaw fell slack when Steve let a few of the drops land on the head of his dick and drip down the shaft.

Steve’s hand was under his dick, collecting the cold coconut-scented liquid as he continued to let it drip over his erection. To his surprise, it felt kind of nice. He ran his thumb over the head of his dick, huffing as he spread the creamy juice over it. A faint laugh escaped him as he realized he was about to jerk off in front of Eddie yet again.

He rolled his eyes and started stroking his dick, using the popsicle’s liquid as lube. When he figured there was enough juice on his cock to do the job, he returned to sucking on what remained of the popsicle. He was as dramatic as he could let himself be, arching his back and moaning around the ice pop. He’d already thrown his shame in the gutter at this point, so what was a little more?

Eddie was thoroughly enjoying the show, and he absolutely wanted that coconut-flavored dick in his mouth, but without the instinctual pull, it wasn’t much more than a bummer to simply watch. He felt like he was window shopping for something that he would eventually receive as a gift placed directly in his hands. In the meantime, he was going to enjoy Steve desperately trying to seduce him. Eddie smirked as an idea came to him. He repositioned himself at the edge of the coffee table to face Steve, leaning back on one hand.

The movement caught Steve’s attention, so he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Eddie. He minorly choked on the last of the popsicle when he noticed Eddie was taking his own dick out. Steve tossed the popsicle stick vaguely in the direction of the kitchen and upped his enthusiasm in his own masturbation. He knew Eddie was jerking off to him. He could see it out of the corner of his eye, and for some reason, that was making his own actions feel better. He moaned and groaned loudly, still exaggerated, but not as much as they were before. Eddie’s small sounds carried to his ears, further increasing his pleasure.

How Eddie could do just about anything, and Steve would be desperate for even the simplest touch, but he could do everything shy of begging and still barely get a response was truly pissing Steve off. Eddie made it pretty damn clear that he wanted Steve, so why wasn’t he acting on it? Steve tilted his head back and panted as he lost himself in his own pleasure. He hated that the idea of blowing Eddie was what his mind wandered to, and that Eddie’s deep groans of orgasm were what pushed him over his limit. He groaned loudly as his whole body flexed and twitched. His cum shot onto his chest and flowed over the back of his fingers. He laid there panting, stroking the last few spurts from his dick.

As he came down, the stickiness of his body became overbearingly obvious, making him cringe with every move. He made the mistake of looking over at Eddie. It was quite the sight. Eddie was staring at him with a cocky, sultry gaze, swirling his finger in little circles on his pale tattooed chest as he pushed around the pool of his own cum. Steve quickly looked away from the impressive sight and rushed to the shower. He could swear he heard a snicker from Eddie follow him.

Eddie laughed and let himself fall back onto the coffee table. He changed back to his demon form and continued to play with the cum on his chest with a pleased grin before wiping it out of existence.

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