You bring a handsome stranger back to your apartment for what you think is going to be a one night thing, but he has other plans.
Your back presses into the harsh brick wall of the damp alley, while the most handsome man you've ever seen is kissing you like his life depends on it.
His body crowds yours, as it shields you from the chilly night air. It's almost suffocating yet you want him even closer. You grip the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him back in when you get the slightest notion that he might pull away. He smiles against your lips as you're struggling to breathe. You try to kiss him again and he obliges but gives you a softer kiss instead. He notices how you're shivering in his arms and knows it isn't just from the cold.
"We should go somewhere a little warmer, don't you think?" He asks, while his thumb gently brushes your cheek.
You nod. "My place isn't that far," you offer, reaching for him again.
He already has you so desperate for him and his kiss and the night's still young.
"Lead the way," he breathes, against your lips, before indulging himself in another taste of your lips.
You drag him through the door of your apartment, stopping every few steps to kiss each other. Your hands pull at his jacket while he works to take off your dress, all while trying to navigate the narrow hallway that leads to your bedroom. Once there, your dress pools at your feet while you're both standing next to your bed. His eyes seem to darken, taking in the sight of your almost bare body. He slips his arms around your waist, pulling you close while you press your palms to his chest. You glide your fingertips across the sheer material of his shirt, practically salivating at how it clings to his strong chest. He's enthralled by your movements, loving the way you look at him.
He smirks before quickly spinning you around and pulling your back to his chest. A surprised gasp leaves your lips as he buries his face in your neck with a groan, with him intoxicated by the fragrance of your skin. His large hand moves to cup your breast while his lips leave little kisses and bites along your skin.
"You looked so gorgeous tonight..." he whispers into a kiss. "... couldn't take my eyes off you."
"I felt the same about you," you breathe, resting your head against his shoulder.
"Really? I had no idea," he teases before nipping at your skin a little harder.
You gasp his name, making him grin, while he kisses his way back up to your jaw. He turns your head towards his, with his index finger then glides it along your jawline, admiring you.
"You want me?" He softly asks.
"Yes," you whisper, with your lips almost quivering.
"You want to give yourself to me?" He continues, his tone soft yet serious.
You find his word choice odd, but nod anyway as he has your mind so clouded with desire that you'd agree to anything he asked.
"I wanna hear you say it, honey," he presses and your knees almost give out from his choice of pet name.
"Yes... I'm yours, Steve," you dreamily answer, pleasing him.
He pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss, while your body weakens for him even more. You barely take your next breath when he moves you to the bed, pinning you underneath him. He rips your bra from your chest, fully exposing yourself to him. He seems to growl in approval before lowering his head and pressing his lips to your breast. His teeth graze your nipple and you have a fleeting thought that they feel too sharp.
He's ravenous in his affections, as he wants you to feel how much he needs you. His lips are unlike any you've ever felt as he kisses his way down your stomach, with each kiss more disarming than the last. He pauses when he reaches the waist of your panties. Shimmering, amber eyes glance up at you to see your chest heaving and your eyes dazed. He smiles before pressing his mouth to your lace covered core. Your hips shift upward as he tastes you through the fabric. A deep groan reverberates through you as he keeps kissing you. Your hands grip and pull at his perfect hair, desperate to actually feel his mouth on you. Panting, he finally pulls away to leave more open mouth kisses across your inner thigh. You're practically chanting his name now, as if it's the only word you can still remember.
He grins, his hands holding your legs in place as he drags his teeth along your sensitive skin. You try to wriggle out of his hold, but he's too strong. He glances at you one last time, before sinking his fangs into your thigh. You cry out in pain at first, as the sting of his bite is almost unbearable. He's quick to soothe it with his tongue, as he drinks from you.
His moans are muffled as your eyes roll back, as pain morphs into pleasure. His grip on your leg tightens and you're pretty sure it's already starting to bruise. You're too euphoric to care as one hand clutches the sheets while the other is still buried in his hair.
"Fuck... you're perfect, honey," he breathes, glancing up at you, with blood soaked lips.
You think he's still just as gorgeous as he flashes a smile before licking the bite mark he left, with pride. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crawls back up to you. He hovers over you, gazing down at you so affectionately while you look up at him in awe.
You reach up and glide your thumb across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth just enough to let you see his fangs. You then cautiously try to touch them, and the intimacy of this moment has him reeling. You trace the edge of one and end up pricking your finger. With a wince, you go to pull your hand away, but he grabs your wrist and wraps his lips around your finger. He licks the tiny cut clean before releasing you. You just stare up at him in dreamy wonder.
He smiles, so handsome in the soft light, and asks, "You still wanna kiss me?"
You surprise him by pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. He moans into it as he's eager to reciprocate. A metallic taste lingers on his tongue as his kisses grow desperate.
"I knew you were the one..." he whispers, against your lips. "... fuckin' knew you'd be the girl for me."
You whimper into a kiss while writhing underneath him.
"I need you," you breathe between kisses.
" Yeah? You've needed me all night, haven't you, honey?" He teasingly asks, nuzzling his nose against yours.
You nod as he smiles. He kisses you again, so deep and passionate, it feels like his body is melting into yours. You glide your hands over his shoulders and feel his cool skin under your fingertips. His lack of body heat contrasts with how you're literally burning for him. Your mind is a mix of questions, of how he was able to undress without leaving the bed, of how he was able to kiss you like this and so many more that blur together. He kisses his way to your neck while you're panting above him. Your pulse echoes in his ears as he licks at your skin. He looks up at you and grins, his eyes hazy with lust and hunger.
"You're so beautiful like this," he breathes, before leaning up to kiss you again.
He reaches between you, and you instinctively spread your legs, helping him to ease himself inside you. A familiar euphoria washes over you again as he slowly pushes in until your hips meet. Little sighs and gasps, escapes you as he leans his forehead to yours.
"You're gonna be mine after tonight," he then whispers into a kiss.
You whine his name when he finally moves his hips. He presses wet kisses along your neck, groaning into you with every thrust. You then feel the sharp sting of his fangs pierce your skin again. Tears well in your eyes as the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelms you. Your nails claw at his shoulders, making him moan into you. You squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of how much more you can take, as tears now stream down your face.
"Steve... I don't think... it's too..." you breathe, daring to open your eyes.
"I know, but you can take it," he assures, lowly.
"Its too much," you persist, with a slight whine.
His eyes finally meet yours and he realizes he may have already pushed you too far.
"I'm sorry, honey," he apologizes, reaching up to caress your tear stained cheek with his thumb. "I just couldn't help myself. I'm gonna make it up to you, though."
He swipes his tongue across his lips before leaning over you again. You gaze up at him with pleading eyes. He sees how eager you are to please him and it makes him ache.
"You truly are perfect," he murmurs, against your lips before kissing you.
Your hands find his hair again, curling and pulling as you kiss him back. He groans, deep and guttural as he starts thrusting into you again, at a brutal pace. He pants into your mouth as he holds you in place, needing to look into your eyes as he makes you his.
He spends the next few hours earning your devotion, fucking you so rough then tender, making you scream and cry for him each time. You lay draped across his chest, completely exhausted while he gently runs his fingers through your hair and whispers how beautiful and good you are for him. Your eyelids feel so heavy as you fight to stay awake.
His voice then echoes in your mind, "Rest now and dream of me. I'm yours now, too."
An encounter with a handsome, intriguing stranger who has his eyes set on you. Are you prey... Or something more.
This will be a series of blurbs featuring Vampy Steve!
As always, my works are 18+ MDNI! This one does not contain any smut.
CW: This one is pretty mild. Smoking. Mentions feeding on humans/blood lust. Vampires. No use of Y/N.
WC: 1.6K
The chilled autumn breeze catches you off guard, as you tighten your coat around yourself. Early October winds stripped most of the reds and yellows from the trees, littering the sidewalk with its array of discarded foliage. A pity none crunch under your feet, dampened by the rain that seems to be never ending this week.
It's only another few blocks but the sudden drop in temperature wasn't what you expected today. Then again, you hardly ever caught the weather forecast.
Glancing at your watch, you picked up the pace, trying to avoid another earful from your boss for being late. It was just a shitty dive bar, you could easily pick up another shift at a handful of places around the city, but you’d just gotten the job a month ago and didn’t want to start looking again so soon.
Arriving just in time, you barreled through the door to avoid any backlash, but your spirits were immediately dashed when your boss told you the other waitress called out with no replacement, leaving you alone for the night.
It started out easy enough, a few regulars filtering in that were easy going but before long the place had gotten packed. You were making a mad dash around the place to keep up for the rest of the evening into the late night.
He had slipped in easily, going unnoticed, weaving through the crowd with sure and measured steps. Women took notice as he passed by, along with a few men, as he navigated to the dimly lit booth in the far corner of the bar making himself at home, spreading out and making himself more comfortable. His long legs stretched beneath the table, crossing as the ankle.
You were taking a couple's drink order, pausing mid-sentence when his eyes caught yours. He was shrouded by the dark, but for a moment you could have sworn his eyes were glowing amber before he looked away.
“Are you even listening to me?” The blonde bimbo squeaked, snapping her perfectly manicured fingers in front of your face pulling your attention back to her.
“Shit, yeah, sorry. That was a gin and tonic for him and a cosmopolitan for you, right?” Plastering your best fake smile across your face as you said it. She rolled her eyes replying with an annoyed “yeah.”
You nodded, eyes drifting back over to him as you walked away but he was gone. It had only been a mere few seconds and somehow, he had managed to sneak away. Quickly surveying the room, trying to catch a glimpse of this mystery man, you spot a head caramel highlighted tresses slipping out the door into the night.
Weird.
You checked the rest of your tables before telling your boss you were taking a smoke break, walking through the kitchen and out into the back alley.
-
He was walking downtown late one evening, making his usual rounds. Local dive bars, near the east side, frequented by vagrants and some homeless. They were easy prey, though he had to watch the addicts, their essence tasted like battery acid, burning the entire way down.
He looked for people that weren't believable. The ones that if his mind manipulation failed, no one would bat an eye at thinking an actual vampire lurked in the streets and shadows of Indy. His thoughts drifted to Eddie, how easily he could ease into someone's thoughts, simply by gazing into their eyes. He had always been so much better at making sure no one remembered his late night visits.
He was close to his usual spot, a small diner situated near an alley that was backed up to a row of abandoned warehouses when he caught a scent of someone intoxicating that hit him so hard and potent it stopped him in his tracks.
His body was on autopilot following his nose and blood lust to a small dive bar on the edge of town. He stepped in, eyes quickly searching everyone in the dimly lit bar, but no one stood out right away.
He grabbed a booth at the far end, half shrouded so he could watch the room without being noticed and that's when you stepped out from the back.
His senses were flooded, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Why you? Why were you so special?
When he allowed himself to look back up, you were staring directly at him. He knew his eyes were burning embers as his canines suddenly pierced his bottom lip, hissing to himself from losing control as he looked away.
You were distracted once he had regained composure, so he quickly moved to leave.
His cold, dead heart suddenly felt like it was pumping blood through his body again, coursing through his veins at a rapid pace. That nervous trepidation when meeting someone that made your stomach flip overtook him. He hadn’t felt like this in years, not since he was still alive.
He HAD to get out of there.
He turned the corner to take the alleyway to stay away from the crowds on the main strip and maybe snag a quick late night snack.
He was taking his time but then you walked out. He moved lightning fast, his back pressed up against the brick exterior of the adjacent building, silently watching you from the shadows.
Inhaling another deep breath, he willed his lungs to expand, relishing your scent this close and personal without the obstruction of other people.
He'd never smelled anything like it. It was sweet. Strawberries and honey, an alluring mixture that called to him like a siren's song, one that he couldn't ignore. It was too tempting to steer himself away before crashing into the rocks and letting you drown him.
He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from his mouth as he stepped out of his hiding place.
-
There were a couple of old crates stacked in the corner by the dumpster that everyone used as a makeshift stool. You plopped yourself down onto with a heavy sigh, pulling out a crumpled pack of smokes and lighter.
“Great.” Huffing to yourself pulling out the last one and placing the filter between your lips, lighting the end with a cherry red glow illuminating your face.
The back alley was dark, except for one streetlight to the left at the main road. It was quiet. You relished in the few peaceful moments you could steal away from the loud music that faintly trickled out.
You took a long drag, holding the nicotine laced smoke in your lungs for a few seconds, slowly releasing it, when you heard a gravelly voice from the shadows.
“Those things’ll kill you.”
Your head shot toward the sound, heart rate ticking up slightly with the knowledge that he had obviously been watching you.
Slowly he stepped out into the light, worn denim jeans on long legs, slim waist and an expansive chest, clad in a simple black v neck t-shirt under his matching leather jacket. Your eyes trailed slowly up, a silver chain around his neck catching the light and reflecting it back to you when his face was finally revealed.
He was handsome. Too handsome for a place like this.
From your vantage point, you made out his strong jawline and aquiline nose. His dark eyes seemed to look straight through you.
“Sorry, if I spooked you.” Rushing out as if he could feel the tension suddenly radiating from you, making a show of his hands taking another step in your direction.
“You make it a habit of skulking around in dark alleyways?” You smirked, sliding the cigarette back between your lips. There was something about him that intrigued you, your eyes shifting to examine his charming exterior, but it felt like there was something more dark lurking just below the surface.
The words slipped out before you realized it, that snarky, tough girl attitude seeping through but he simply grinned, amused with you.
“Not usually.” He kept his gaze firmly fixated on you as he spoke, giving no other explanation. “Got a smoke I could bum?”
“Sorry, fresh out.” Making a show of crumpling the empty pack and tossing into the dumpster as you stood, finishing the last of yours before stubbing it out. “And I need to get back to work.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Maybe next time.”
“Yeah, sure, pretty boy. Yo—”
“What'd you just call me?” His suddenly demanding voice cut you off as you turned back around, suddenly face to face with him, startling you once again wondering how the hell he got across the alleyway so quickly.
“Wha— I,” your brows marry with confusion. “I— pretty boy?”
“Why'd you call me that?” He asked, leaning further into your space. This close you could see his eyes were a golden array of warmth.
“I don't know. It just— your eyes are really… beautiful.” Blurting out without a second thought, as if those eyes had you pinned under some sort of spell.
He suddenly took a couple steps back, looking away and breaking whatever the moment was.
“I'm sorry, I— you should go back to work. Sorry I bothered you.” He backed further away and turned, working his way towards the shadow. Hoping it wouldn't be the last time you'd see him; you spoke back up.
“Aren't you coming back in?” You rushed out.
“Maybe some other time.” He lamented, a hint of regret in his voice as he stopped but didn’t turn back around.
“Well, can I at least get a name, or do you just prefer pretty boy?” You smirked.
“It's Steve.” If only you could see the smile that split his face. It had been a long time since he'd told anyone his real name and he's still not quite sure why he told you.
“Well, Steve, guess I’ll see you around.” You smiled, as you headed back toward the door without waiting for a response. You gripped the handle and peered back in the direction he had just been walking, but much to your surprise he was already gone.
2k | this is pt. 1 of 2 or 3 | 80's au, vampire!au |T/M, language, dark themes, morally grey Steve. This fic will go up to E by end.
title from: Toadies, Possum Kingdom
Part One: Eddie can't shake the feeling of having met the man before, Steve can't shake the longing.
The Harrington Mansion was the source of a lot of town gossip. The home was overgrown with winding ivy and a yard filled with foliage that hadn’t been tended to in the entirety of Eddie’s time spent in Hawkins. The owner was apparently the sixth generation of Harrington to live there and depending on who you listened to was an eccentric:
Artist, or Novelist, or made all their money off generational wealth and good stock market investments.
Eddie didn’t really give a shit since after his last firm warning from Hopper his entrepreneurial pursuits were temporarily put on hold. He couldn’t afford an actual arrest on his record and he was only about half way saved for the Warlock he’d been absolutely drooling over. He wasn’t a novice at manual labor and figured the eccentric whomever might pay well for someone to straighten up their yard.
He remembered first being left with Wayne around age eight and running off to find his way onto the sprawling Harrington property. At that age it was a wonderland for imaginative play. Walking through the sunflowers well above his head and hiding out in the shaded areas. He’d come back multiple times when he just needed space.
One of the last times he spotted a man looming over the engine of a classic muscle car. He still wasn’t sure if it had been real or if he’d dreamt it up all those years ago.
He whistled low, “Hey mister, that’s a great car, is it a Ferrari?”
His deep brown eyes were wide with curiosity and wonder at the shiny silver car as the man turned and noticed Eddie. He wiped off his hands on the rag that had resided in his back pocket and leaned his hip lightly on the car’s frame, “You enjoy a classic too? She’s a 250 GTO, good eye for spotting a Ferrari.”
At that age Eddie didn’t have a putrid or hateful word for it yet but somehow the man was just as intriguing as the car, all swooping caramel hair and green-hued hazel eyes. Eddie felt his cheeks heat for whatever reason under the man’s gaze.
“Thanks, my dad was into cars…uh kind of.” He shared and fidgeted under the stranger’s watchful eye. He was rubbing his hand over his short fuzzy buzzcut, heartbeat ticking up thinking of the way his dad had yelled at him for being soft before abandoning him at Wayne’s.
The haircut had been a lesson.
To what Eddie wasn’t sure.
The man held out a hand for a shake, “Steve, caretaker of this fine lady.” He nodded towards the gleaming automobile.
Eddie stepped forward and shook his hand, “Eddie, I just moved here.” He introduced himself.
The man chuckled and looked up at the sky briefly. Eddie didn’t catch what he’d said almost to himself before he looked back to Eddie, “Wanna take her for a spin? Just gotta make sure I worked out what was going on with her engine.”
Eddie bounced in place the immediate knowledge of not to go off with strangers quickly quashed under the weight of attention from this man and getting to go for a joy ride in this car.
They shook hands, the guy said his name was Steve, so hardly strangers anymore.
Eddie had nodded eagerly.
“Your parents around?” Steve had asked.
Eddie knew this was a loaded question, “I’m staying with my uncle for a little while, he’s at work but he wouldn’t mind.”
The man gave him another lengthy look before nodding and smiling, maybe trying too hard to look inviting, “Hop in.”
The ride had been great Eddie motor-mouthed about the cars he’d worked on, leaving out the reason behind his knowledge. The skill set his old man had bestowed upon him since no one questioned a kid long enough to realize he’d snuck off to rig an engine.
The guy had encouraged his talking. Stopping again back at the house and cutting the engine in what felt like such a blip of time, “Well Eddie, thanks so much for helping me make sure she was street ready.”
Eddie had given him a genuine smile, something he wasn’t sure had been coaxed from him since he’d been in Hawkins. He’d gone home later that day and thought about the man and the car, hoping to go back and see him again.
He never did.
Barely ever saw lights on in the home.
A few weeks later he met his neighbors’ kid, Gareth, and took him to play in the same place to which Gareth, almost two years younger had shook his head with a fearful look in his eye,
“That’s a scary house! My mom said I’m not allowed over there. I once saw Jimmy who was older than you lose his basketball over the fence and he never came back.”
Eddie furrowed his brow, that couldn’t be true, could it?
And that had been about ten years ago. Well before Eddie got into dealing, and really into guitar, also well before Eddie finally knew what his father meant when he called him soft or a pansy all those years ago. He figured real or figment of his imagination the car caretaker had been one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen.
Which brought Eddie to today, his black bandana tied around his head as he went door to door in the upper middle class neighborhoods of Hawkins offering his lawn care services. He wanted that Warlock, he also thought some manual labor might help him keep his mind off he fact that he’d failed his senior year and would be back at Hawkins High come September for a second attempt. The Harrington house was his last chance.
Doors were either left unopened or flat out refusals had him desperate.
He figured the truth of the mansion was probably closer to some octogenarian locked away and remembering the good ol’ days. Nothing to fear the way a childhood Gareth had spooked at the notion of the home.
Eddie made his way up the path to the massive front doors. He shifted his weight from foot to foot on the porch, the place looked overgrown but not abandoned. He lifted his fist and knocked.
He stepped back and waited a beat.
Nothing.
He spiraled in thought about this not working and where might actually hire him. Definitely not the grocery or a lot of other stores in town. His reputation often preceded him. Lost in thought he was startled back to reality as the door opened. A young looking woman with freckles across the bridge of her nose popped her head out and pointed to the No Solicitors sign stuck to the door.
“Whatever you’re selling we don’t want. If it’s some dumb dare you can also kindly fuck off.” Her stormy grey eyes menacing as Eddie found his voice.
“No, uh, not a dare, and actually just wanted to know if you were in need of some lawn care services this—”
The door creaked open further.
Eddie felt like he was seeing a ghost, because the man standing before him looked exactly like Steve had, with the swooping caramel hair and mirth-filled hazel eyes, he looked the same as Eddie’s admittedly foggy memory. It came back tenfold, he usually remember the car a certain way, the man a certain way, the edges hazy and undefined, but now. It all came back to him.
The man was the same, like not a second older.
It’d been over ten years.
He leaned lazily in the door frame, “I guess the yards gotten out of control, Robin and I could use a little help with it, what’re your rates like?”
Eddie hadn’t realized his mouth was hanging open.
He snapped it shut and reeled for a moment, real fucking normal, Ed, his brain screamed at him.
“Oh yeah, my, my rates? Well what exactly did you have in mind?” He asked as he surveyed the lawn and looked back to the two exchanging a charged look.
“Needs more than a bit of TLC, why don’t you come in and we can discuss it?”
Eddie’s stomach swooped in a pleasant yet anticipatory way at the man’s smile. He entered the home, feeling like he was prey walking into a lions den.
***
Eddie walked home, the rates they agreed upon had been more than fair—almost too generous. He was given a portion up front and promised to return the following day to begin the endeavor. The man looked no older than twenty-five and his exchange student he was hosting, Robin, looked Eddie’s age or younger.
He deftly rolled a blunt during band practice and told the guys about it. Jeff pinned him with a stare, “You’re kidding right? That house gives me the heebie jeebies, fucking creepy as shit, man.”
Freak let out a plume of smoke and coughed, “You’re insane Eddie. They’ve gotta be like a coven of witches or like psycho killers, I swear to god Jimmy—”
Gareth cut him off and pinched the joint between his fingers, “I told him about Jimmy Peterson! When we were kids! Eddie was obsessed with the house back then too.”
“Think I’m a bit old for kidnapping, guys.” Eddie provided sarcastically.
Ribbing and wild ideas of the haunted Harrington house grew more and more outrageous until they were all clutching their stomachs in laughter.
“Just you fucks wait, I’m gonna make a mini fortune and walk away with the Warlock in my hands by the end of summer.” Eddie grinned.
“Just be careful.” Gareth sighed.
“Okay mom.” Eddie ribbed and got up to tune his current guitar as Jeff shared some lyrics he’d been working on.
***
Robin watched the kid leave. Sure eighteen was an adult, she looked his age but was closer to eighty. Steve had passed one hundred. She shot Steve a serious look, “This is a bad idea. Monumental stupidity, Steve.”
Steve lowered his round, wire rimmed reading glasses, “Its not, he needs the money and we hate doing the work.”
She flashed elongated fangs at him, “We keep to ourselves.”
Steve set down his book, “Relax, it’s been eons, okay? Just let me have this.” The last part he said more quietly.
Robin tapped her foot and really looked at him. Steve was her creator. She would’ve died in a barn fire had it not been for him. Some days she wondered what it'd have been like to just cease then. Most days she loved him, and their travels, and lives. Today he was being stupid.
“Don’t let this be a Tommy situation.”
Steve bristles, “The Tommy situation was only ever a Tommy situation because he was a hunter in disguise. That was over twenty years ago, Robbie, I was lonely. You were in Europe.”
It had been a lapse in judgement. Steve had been in Chicago and let Tommy into his life, he’d been freckled and bright eyed, laughed too loud, it had indulged Steve. It had staved off the loneliness.
“There’s no way Eddie is. Trust me.”
She narrowed her eyes as he let out a huff of air.
“This is our home Steve.” She emphasized.
Steve gave her an innocent look, “Nothing’s happening, Rob.”
“Yet,” she bit out, “But you’d like if it did.”
“He might not even be open to it, I won’t push.”
“Did you see the way he was looking at you? Almost asking to be served up on a silver platter for your dumb ass.”
Steve couldn’t help but laugh, Robin chuckled too, the tension dissipated. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, “Be smart, be good.”
He smiled up at her.
What Steve didn’t share is that all those years ago he spent a mere couple hours with Eddie as a child and never really forgot his sunshine scent, full-bodied and a hint of sweet just by breathing next to the boy. He’d gone through measure to fade Eddie’s memory of the day, there’s no way he could remember Steve. He’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t admitted to keeping tabs on him.
He knew it was perverse, creepy.
But he was grown now, and so tempting.
***
hiii i wanted some spooky fun fic so i'll tag this little guy as 'dark secret steddie' to be able to follow along, hoping to be posted fully by the end of the month 🧡✨️
It had taken Steve a long time to garner control over his new body, his teeth. The razor sharp canines that cut and sliced his gums when he was hungry, when he was tired, angry, overwhelmed. It took time to learn how they worked, how to conceal them, how to override the reaction, to keep them hidden under his lips. Months, years, maybe centuries - Steve had forgotten.
But eventually, it became a little easier and they didn’t hurt as much and Steve stopped cutting himself on them, sliced fingers a thing of the past. But Steve had never kissed someone, not like this, not with them.
Not dead.
He’d know you for months now, the time ticking over like a new kind of season, one he felt like he hadn’t seen in so long. You were like summer, warm and soft and sweet and achingly pretty. You smelled like honey, like citrus groves in the sun, like the melancholy scent of sunscreen rubbed on freckled shoulders, like chlorine and pool days. Steve thought he’d never loved someone as much as he loved you.
He wanted to show you. He wanted to do more than bring you pocketfuls of flowers, he wanted to more than hold your hand. He didn’t want to hurt you though. So when you say on your knees in the middle of your bed one day, just as summer turned into fall, your eyes earnest and shy, Steve wasn’t sure what to do. You were leaning in close, lashes fluttering, nose almost brushing his own and Steve forgot all about the book in his lap.
He gulped, swallowed thickly and clumsily and his mouth watered at the sight of you so close. He could see the tiny marks upon your skin, freckles and silver scars, a blemish you’d tried to cover with a little concealer, the shine of your lip balm on your mouth. He could smell the citrus groves on you, sunscreen swapped out for a cocoa butter lotion, like cinnamon and oranges.
His fangs split his gums, tongue tasting like pennies - just for a second - and he groaned, backing away from you until his shoulders hit the wall and he was shying into the corner. Steve saw the hurt in your eyes, the rejection shining there. He groaned again, this time much more frustrated than before. He licked at his gums, shuddering at the catch of his fangs. More blood, a drip, drip, drip.
“It’s not— it’s not you, it’s not like that—”
You sniffed, waving a hand between the two of you, between your watery eyes and his feeble words. “It’s okay, Steve, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“I want to kiss you,” Steve blurted, his words fumbling, desperate. “I do. I want to kiss you. A lot.” He swallowed again, metal going down his throat, iron on his tongue. He pointed to his teeth, a fingernail napping against one, white and sharp. “I just don’t know how.”
You smiled, relieved, the sting of rejection fading the same way the sun did. “Let’s talk about it then, yeah?”
It’s how you ended up on the boy’s lap, as innocent as the position could be. Your bedroom was darker now, a faint glow from your lamp casting Steve’s skin in a pink-peach glow. He looked more alive than he’d ever felt. His hands were chaste, curling around the tops of your knees and he nodded as you moved a little closer, your nose brushing his and Steve held his breath in anticipation. His fangs cut a little more, stretching from his gums until they ached and he was sure the pain would only lessen if he got his lips on you.
A peck. That’s all it was. A quick, two second press of your lips against his own, closed mouthed and fleeting.
Steve could taste fireworks, he was sure of it. Colour and smoke and fire and glitter. Maybe it was in his chest, maybe something inside of him had burst. Maybe it had given him a new heartbeat.
“Okay?” You asked, your word barely a breath and you’d pulled back enough to glance down at Steve through your lashes, your own heart racing and you were sure the boy would hear it. “Was that okay?”
Steve nodded furiously, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes, the faint lilac-rose flush on his cheeks. His gums were stinging but he moved his hands from your knees to your waist, squeezing there. “Mhm,” he hummed. “Keep going.”
So you grinned and leaned in again, lips brushing his again, once, twice, bottom lip grazing over his top and Steve let out a gasp, a sigh. He parted his lips, eager to taste you a little more and you hissed when one fang caught you. Just a little, just slightly, no more than a drag but Steve froze.
You shook your head, desperate to keep kissing him, to keep feeling him. You let your hands cradle his face, fingers tracing along his jaw and you murmured sweet nothings, soft nonsense that you hoped would calm the boy. “No, no, hey, it’s okay. Steve? I’m fine.”
You let Steve drag his head back, only just, his wide and panicked eyes scanning your face, your mouth. No blood. No cuts. He blew out the breath he’d been holding, squeezed at your waist again.
For Whom The Bell Tolls || Vampire!Steddie x reader
Summary: Steve and Eddie are looking for an addition to their relationship. And you’d make the perfect bride.
Authors note: This idea came to me late at night. I love spooky season. I mentioned Lestat and Louis for Eddie and Steve because I think there’s some parallels to them but not much. They aren’t meant to be exactly like those characters, just that they’re lovers and bring a third into the relationship.
Warnings: some dark themes. Some manipulation, smut (18+ only!!) slight dubcon (but reader is attracted to them and likes them, but they’re hesitate to it all.) vampire shenanigans, corruption kink.
It was late October. The leaves are beginning to turn a red-yellow color. Signaling the beginning of a new season, and the death of another. You were walking to the local library with a sweetened iced coffee. Even though there was a cool breeze, you still enjoyed iced coffee. You walked into the library, checked in with Donna, and moved to find you a table. You took your notebook out, along with your textbook and literature book.
You jumped up and the library was dim. You looked at the windows and realized it was night time. How long were you asleep?
You jumped up and the library was dim. You looked at the windows and realized it was night time. How long were you asleep?
You jumped up and the library was dim. You looked at the windows and realized it was night time. How long were you asleep?
“Hello sweetheart, you fell asleep while hard at work.”
You turned to see Eddie Munson talking over you. Eddie was your best friend. A friend you, embarrassingly enough, had a crush on. He was a little goofy and eclectic. Definitely different from the typical guys in Hawkins, but you liked different.
You rubbed your eyes. “How long was I out?”
He shrugged. “Long enough for the librarian to be off of work.”
He dangled the keys in front of you. Donna knew you’d be able to lock up and come back to give her the keys the next day. You were trust-worthy and reliable. But you hated how predictable you were.
You begin packing up your stuff lazily.
Eddie snorted and picked up your book. “Dracula, huh?” He flipped through the pages, big eyes scanning the words.
You yawned and stretched your arms out. “Yeah, I love a good horror novel.”
You both made your way out of the library. You turned around locking the door. You scanned the outside of the library but couldn’t find Eddie’s van anywhere. Were you two walking?
“Are we taking your van?” You hoped so, it would be nice to get all comfy before heading over to Eddie’s trailer.
“No, Steve picked me up. So we’re taking his car.”
Steve. You had wondered how close Eddie and Steve had gotten so fast. Not only were they complete opposites, they use to have a rivalry with one another. Now the two are inseparable. You knew Eddie was bisexual. Having accidentally discovered his choice of porn mags lead you to know for a fact he was all about giving and receiving love, didn’t matter from who.
But Steve was questionable. You knew he had dated girls but the way he is with Eddie made you start to think that he may be bisexual too. How they’d gaze into each other’s eyes and how he’d laugh at something Eddie would say if when you knew it wasn’t that funny. So, it wouldn’t really surprise you if the two were secretly dating. Either way, you hated how he looked at you lately. He practically leered at you all summer. If that wasn’t enough, his touches began to linger. Before he’d make sure to pass by you without touching you. Now he grabs your hips, making sure to give a firm squeeze before letting go. What was friendly at first could now be considered flirty. You always thought Steve was attractive but if he was dating Eddie, you didn’t want to go behind his back. That wasn’t right at all.
“Hey Stevie, finally tracked down our girl.” Eddie said, reaching out and grabbing the handle of the back door on the car. He held the door opened for you while bowing.
“Why thank you kind sir.” You curtsied before climbing into the back seat.
“H-hey,” Steve said, his voice was a bit rough and raspy while saying your name. He was looking at you through the rearview window.
“Hey Steve.” Eddie slipped into the front seat of the car and buckled up. Steve put one of his hands on the back of Eddie’s seat and turned to look over his shoulder while backing out. You felt him looking at you on occasion. For the most part you avoided him until the last minute when you looked at his face and saw that he was looking at your thighs. You squeezed them together and pulled some your skirt a little. He quickly looked at your face before turning back around.
After a bit, you decided to break the silence. “So, where are we going?”
“We’re going to my house.” Steve stated.
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at both of them. “Why are we going to Steve’s?”
Eddie turned completely around in his seat.
“You really don’t remember, do you sweetheart?”
“Eddie, please buckle up. We could get in a car crash. And no, I don’t remember.”
“You agreed to going with us to Tina’s Halloween Bash, remember? She throws it every year?”
You closed both of your eyes and slid a hand down your face. You completely forgot about the Halloween party happening tonight. You were so busy with your studies that you forgot to even have a social life. Eddie and Steve were always the more social, outgoing ones. You preferred to stay inside and watch movies. Most of the time that’s what you three did. Opting to find different activities that you all could do indoors or away from people. You decided to agree to go with them after they practically begged you for a month.
It was kind of funny because Eddie tended to hate parties with people he knew from high school. Most of them being down right rude to him.
“I’m so sorry guys. I totally forgot.”
“It’s okay babe. We get it. You’ve forgotten about us.” He turns and taps Steve on the arm with the back of his hand.
“She’s forgotten about us Stevie.”he says, his voice changes as if he’s about to cry and he covers his face with his hands. Pretending to sob.
“I’d rather drive a stake through my heart than have you forget us doll face.” Steve replied.
“You both are so dramatic. I don’t even have a costume.”
Eddie turned to look at you. “You think so little of us. How many times do we have to remind you that we got you?”
“You got me a costume?”
Steve pulled into his driveway and put the car in park before pulling his keys out of the ignition.
“Yes, we’re always thinking of you.” The way he said your name sent a chill down your spine.
You all got of Steve’s car and made your way over to his house. When Steve opened the door, it was completely dark inside. The still and quietness was enough to drive anyone crazy after a while.
Steve moves to the side and turns on a light.
“Let there be light!” He turns to you both, asking if you’d like anything to drink. You politely asked for some water, to which he nods and moves towards the kitchen.
“Hey Steve,” Eddie yells, “is it cool if we go to your room? I wanna show her the costume.”
“Sure!” Steve responds.
Eddie takes a hold of your hand with an excited grin. You both jog up the stairs and the left. Once you both entered Steves room, Eddie makes a beeline towards his closet. While you move to lay on Steve’s bed with your feet still on the ground. You close your eyes for a second. You really didn’t feel like going to a party, but since you already agreed to it, you’ll go with them. Eddie and Steve are your best friends, you’d do anything for them.
You felt a presence hovering over you. When you opened your eyes, you seen Eddie looking down at you with a Cheshire grin.
You jumped and put your hand over your heart.
“Jesus Christ!”
Eddie shoves the costume towards you, still wearing the same grin. “Ta-da! Here’s your costume!”
You sit up and examine it. It’s a white dress with poofy sleeves. It has embellished beads around the sweetheart neckline. There’s a significant amount of tulle underneath it.
“Isn’t it nice?” Steve walked in with your glass of water in hand.
“Sorry I took too long. I got side tracked.” He handed the water to you. You took a sip of it and Steve took your glass to put it on his dresser.
You looked at it and back at them.
“It’s….a lot.” They looked at you confused. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and Eddie tilted his head to the side.
“You don’t like it sweetheart?” Eddie asked.
You thickly swallowed and looked at both of them.
“I’m just…a little confused. What are you two going as?”
“Oh, that’s right. Uh, we’re going as Vampires.” Steve replied.
“So…you two get to be super cool vampires… and I’m…?”
“The bride of course!” Eddie smiled.
You looked at him with wide eyes, your eyebrows were practically in your hairline.
“I don’t know about this…”
Ever since you three became best friends and super close, you did hear about some of the rumors spreading at school and around town. Some people thought that you three were in a relationship with one another. They’d talk about how strange it was that two guys and one girl can be that close and not experiment sexually. You remember one time you addressed some weird guy who came up to you asking you three about it. You quickly dismissed the claim but Steve and Eddie just brushed it off. They acted like it was no big deal.
“Oh!” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I almost forgot!” He went to Steve’s nightstand and pulled out a white veil.
“The finishing touch.” He gently placed it to fit the crown of your head. They both grabbed the sides of the veil to fluff it out more.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? If people don’t already think we’re in a relationship together, they’re definitely going to think it now!”
“Who cares what people think? It’s just a costume. Try it on. Eddie was convinced this was your size. I wanted to get another dress just in case but he’s so sure of it.”
You grab the dress and carry it to Steve’s bathroom.
“You don’t want to change out here babe?” Eddie asked.
“Ha-ha. Very funny.”
You closed and locked the bathroom door. Not that you don’t trust them, you just didn’t want them to forget. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The veil was pretty. Most of it was tulle with lace around the border. You noticed some makeup on the counter.
“Hey Steve? What’s with the makeup?”
“Oh. Oh, yeah! We got you some makeup as well! Thought it go good with the costume.”
You looked through it. Now that you’re actually thinking, everything they picked complimented your skin tone perfectly. Even the face powder was practically an identical match.
“They really went all out.” You whispered to yourself.
While you were getting ready, Steve and Eddie were also putting on their costumes. At times they’d get a little distracted with one another. Eddie running his fingers through Steve’s chest hair. Steve leering at Eddie’s tattoos and toned torso. They resisted from taking anything further than that and few kisses. They wanted to wait for later.
“Okay, I’m coming out.” You slowly open the door and step out into the room. It’s the first time Steve and Eddie are seeing you like this and vice versa. Steve is dressed as Louis and Eddie is dressed as Lestat. Their costumes are so detailed and intricate, right down to the lace and fingernails. You noticed they both had large blood red rings on their ring finger.
While you were taking them in, they were doing the same. The dress fit you to a T. It flattered your figure so well. The veil cascading down your hair and over your shoulders. The makeup accented your natural beauty.
Eddie stood up first and walked over to you. Slowly drifting his eyes up and down you.
“You look exquisite, my lady.”
“Look good enough to die for.” Steve said, suddenly right beside you. He grabbed your hand and kissed every single knuckle while looking you in the eye. The attention they were giving you was nice but intense. You weren’t use to it at all. You started to shrink in on yourself.
“Did you get her shoes, Steve?”
“Shoes?”
“Yes, my dear. Want to complete the look.” Steve bent down to get your shoes underneath his bed. He walked back over before getting back on his knees. The shoes were also white with a block heel attached. He gently grabbed your right ankle and slipped the shoe right on your foot. Then did the same to the other one. After the left one, his two fingers rubbed the inside of your ankle. He went up a little further and looked up at you.
“The finishing touch.”
He kept eye contact with you on his way back to standing up. It made your heart flutter.
Eddie clapped his hands, looking at you two.
“Are we ready?”
You nodded and Steve grabbed his car keys.
———-
You guys had been driving for a several minutes.
“So….where is Tina’s house?”
You had never been, but you heard through word of mouth that it was close to where Steve lived. He was going the other way.
“Oh, we wanted to show you something before going to Tina’s. Trust me, I think you’ll like it.” Steve said.
You blinked a few times. In all your years, you completely trusted Eddie and Steve. You couldn’t really say that with confidence lately. Though they never pushed your boundaries without your consent, they were a lot more touchy, feely. That wasn’t too out of the norm for Eddie, but it was for Steve. Both of them together was intense.
Before you could ask where you’re all going, Eddie excitedly announced that you all were there. He was hitting his hands on the dashboard happily.
You looked out the window and seen a big mansion. The architecture was gothic and worn down. Foliage had started to grow on the exterior of the mansion. Parts of the foliage had started to wither and other parts were very much alive.
“What is this place?” You asked once you all were out of the car and walking towards the house. Steve opened the iron gate that kept people out and closed it back once you all were in.
“Let’s just say it’s a little gem Stevie and I found while we were exploring Hawkins.”
Eddie took a lock opener out of his pocket and picked the lock. Once the door was open he waved his hand out, “After you.”
You and Steve both walked in together which Eddie took complete advantage of because he was able to check both of you out at the same time. The problem was that he couldn’t do it at the same time.
“C’mon.” Steve stated. Holding his hand out, you hesitantly took it and felt a another rough, calloused hand grab your other one. You gasped and looked back at Eddie. He was smiling at you and winked.
After you went up the steps and turned a corner, there was another set of steps to go up.
“What is going on? I thought we’d be going to Tina’s party.”
Steve was lighting the candles in the large room. It was shaped like an attic but was decorated much like a bedroom. While the rest of the house had layers of dust caked into the floors and walls, this room was impeccably clean. There were layers of rugs thrown throughout the room. The bed that was off to the side was rather big. So big, that it had to be custom made. It looked like it could easily fit three people, if not more. The bedding matched the theme of the house. The sheets and pillowcases were red with a black duvet covering it. The goose down inside made the bed look soft. It was all rather inviting. As mentioned, candles were strewn all around the room. Some places had lanterns on the floor while others were hanging. There was even a fireplace in the attic that Steve started to prepare after finishing the candles. The silence was killing you. If it weren’t for Eddie’s cold hands caressing and sliding up and down your arms, you would’ve almost forgot he was there.
“You’re special,” Steve said while whispering your name. “I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I did too.” Eddie added. He moved to where his face was in your hair before he moved to place his chin on your shoulder. “You were so sweet and kind to someone like me. Someone who had a bad reputation. Someone who was known as a freak. Tell me love, did you know about the rumors or were you ignorant to them?” He was now moving the tip of his nose across your hairline, not so subtly sniffing you.
“I-I knew somewhat of the rumors but I didn’t care. I wanted to get to know you for you.”
“I told you she was the one Eddie.” Steve said from across the way, sitting on the bed.
Eddie moaned and got incredibly closer to you. So close that even through the tulle and fabric of the dress, you felt his hard length press up against you. You swallowed hard. You were incredibly taken aback.
“T-the one for what?”
“The one for us. You’ll be that for us, won’t you sweetheart? You’ll be our good girl, right?” Eddie was now gently rocking his hips against your ass through the dress. He started to gently kiss your shoulder leading up to your neck. You closed your eyes and let out a loud moan. You had always wondered what Eddie would be like, what his lips would feel like. You just didn’t think it’d be with Steve. Upon thinking that, you opened your eyes to see Steve palming himself through his pants.
“You two look so hot together.” He said.
Eddie looked at him while still kissing your neck. He starts to slowly move you to come closer to Steve and before you know it, you’re right in front of him. You’re now caged in between the two with no way out.
“You haven’t answered my question, love. Will you be ours?”
You look at Eddie and he’s looking at you with those doe eyes of his. His eyes appear to be darker in this subtle light but you can tell that lust is swimming in them. You look at Steve and he’s looking at you expectedly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs through your dress.
“A-are you guys serious?”
“As a heart attack.” Eddie said with a grin. That’s when you noticed his sharp teeth twinkling in the candlelight. You gasped out loud before letting out a scream. You move to get out of his grasp but Steve catches you and wraps his arms around you, sitting you on his lap.
“Ssssshh. Shshshsh. Please don’t be afraid.” Steve said. You’re on the verge of crying. A few tears stream down and as soon as they fall, Steve wiped them away.
“Who are you?! I want to know what’s going on?!”
“We already told you that.” Eddie stated sternly while saying your name. “We want you to join us.”
“L-like become a v-vampire?”
Steve chuckled beside you. “Yeah, something like that. Except you’ll be our queen.”
“W-why me? Why not any of the others? There’s plenty of guys and girls that’d love to be with you two.”
“Don’t act so coy.” Steve replied. “You’re everything we’re looking for. Plus, We know you think of us the same way we think of you. It’s okay to be attracted to us. We know how you were raised. In a strict household. So you try to suppress your emotions. Try to tame that fire of yours. But it’s okay.” Steve said. He started to move back into the bed with you still in his lap. Eddie moved towards the bed and crawled to lay beside you. Steve maneuvered you to lay in between him and Eddie. Eddie took his jacket off before grabbing the hem of his linen shirt and taking it off. Steve reached down to grab the zipper on the back of the dress and lowered it down. In an instant Eddie was on you. He looked at you expectedly. Despite your worry and hesitation, you nodded that it was okay. He lowered your dress and latched his mouth onto your breast while his hand played with the other. He moaned against you which caused you to moan. He scooted closer to you while grabbing your hand and lead it to his hard-on. He squeezed your hand around it and rocked against your hand.
“Do you see?” He stated breathlessly. “Do you feel what you do to me? It’s been so hard to resist such a walking temptation like yourself. I bet you taste sweet too.” He moved to lick your neck and started to suck on it. You briefly opened your half-lidded eyes to see Steve. He’s now fully naked and stroking himself to you two. You take this time to really look at him. He has his head thrown back, muscles in his arms and torso tensing up. His chest hair makes him that much more attractive. You let out another moan at the thought. Steve snaps his head right back up and makes eye contact with you. It’s so intense that you can look away. He hesitates for a second to pull away from his cock, but does. He grabs the hem of your dress and starts to pull it down. You lift your hips up to allow him to completely take it off. Your only left in your white lace underwear. Both Eddie and Steve moan at the thought. Steve moves over behind you when Eddie looks at Steve. That’s when they both lean into one another, lips and tongue moving with each other. Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s chest and that’s when you start to touch Steve’s torso, slowly moving down further and further until you reach his hard cock. You begin to slowly stroke it and he lets out a groan in Eddies mouth. Both Eddie and Steve get impossibly closer to you. Eddie begins rocking his hips against the globes of your ass. You’re all a hot, moaning mess. Rocking against one another while feeling each other up. Eddie takes one of his long fingernails and cuts the side of your underwear off. You let out a little gasp before he slides it off of you.
“H-hey, what are you doing?” Steve asked. You looked at the both of them, Eddie finally releasing himself from his pants, pulling them down a little past his ass. “I’m going first remember?”
He states while tugging on the head of his cock and squeezing it, giving it much needed relief.
“Maybe we should our love who she wants first, hm?” Steve looks at you. “Who do you want in you first?”
You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter, just put it in me please. I need to feel one of you inside me.”
Eddie growled. “That’s good enough for me.” With that, he entered in you slowly. He is determined to feel every ripple and ridge inside of you. You see that he already has a fucked out face, eyes brows furrowed and his mouth in a perfect O shape. He leans his forehead against your shoulder. He mutters something to himself before going further. While you’re a moaning mess already, wishing he didn’t go so slow. Subtly trying to meet his hips but his hands are on yours stopping you from doing so. You turn to Steve who immediately starts kissing you. You pull away and look him in the eye while reaching down to tug on him.
“Can I put it in my mouth?” You ask. Steve could’ve cum right then and there. He nods and moves to where his hips meets your mouth. You all stay like this for a while. Entangled with one another while moans and groans feel up the room. The sounds of skin hitting skin becomes so erotic and adds to the slick that you’ve already gotten from Eddie fucking you and rubbing your clit. Steve cums first from your mouth. His head thrown back and his hand in your hair. You continue to suck him off through his orgasm. Eddie looked at you two and then down between you and him. He pulled out a little, his pubic hair all wet from yours and his juices. There was even a milky ring around his cool. His eyes rolled back and he groaned at the sight.
“F-fuck, I’m about to cum. You’re so good, sweetheart. So wet, you’re practically drowning me.” He says with shaky breath.
“Is it okay if I taste you, my love?”
You were so wrapped up in the erotic euphoria of it all that you nodded your head without even wondering what he meant.
Eddie proceeded to thank you while grabbing your wrist. He sunk his teeth into your wrist. In the beginning it hurt but as soon as he began to lick and suck from the blood flowing out of it, it added a weird sense of euphoria. You ended up cumming just from that. He groaned into your wrist and continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Steve came back down to meet you eye-to-eye.
“Don’t worry, my love. You’ll come to love your new life with us. If you haven’t already.” He took one of his long fingernails to his wrist and created about an inch long slit. Blood came rolling out and he held his wrist over your mouth. Before you knew it, a couple drops landed on your lips and you subconsciously licked them. Steve smiled and looked over at Eddie, who smiled into your wrist. He also added an inch long slit to his wrist and held up for it to drip into your mouth as well. Steve placed his hand behind your head and tilted you to the side. Allowing enough space for him to be able to make his two small punctures and take his turn sucking your blood. As he did so, you felt movement on the other side of you. Eddie had got off the bed and reached into the drawer on the nightstand for something small before he came back to bed.
“The things you want to do with us are the same things we want to do with you.” Eddie stated. “And if you’re worried about it being a sin or something, don’t worry.” Steve lifted off your neck and helped you turn your head to look at Eddie. You felt so drained but so alive at the same time. Eddie pulled out a small square box and opened it up. A gold ring with a red heart was placed right in the middle of it. He took it out the box and slipped it on your ring finger.
“You’re bonded to us now. In this life and the next.”
Here is a snippet of the Vampire AU fic I'm writing for the Steddie Bingo challenge, I'm trying for the 25k word goal. Steve is a vampire and Eddie is a part-time muscian.
The bar is crowded and suffocating. Eddie orders a double of whisky, drowning his anger with it in two quick gulps. He orders another double, the bartender refilling his drink. Eddie’s gaze drifts across the bar to a darkned corner, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the man sitting at a booth, Adrian beside him, waving Eddie over. He knows he should feel something for the warmth in Adrian’s smile, but against the cool, hungry beauty of the stranger, it’s nothing. A forgotten thing.
“Adrian,” Eddie smiles, lightly pecking Adrian’s cheek, his eyes fixed on the man as Eddie sits directly across from the stranger.
“Eddie Munson, this is Steve Harrington. He’s been my neighbour for the past month, but we haven’t met each other until tonight, can you believe that?” Adrian explains excitedly, but all Eddie can see is the man’s - Steve’s - arm draped across the back of the seat, muscles straining against his white shirt and Eddie is surprised at the hot flash of possessiveness crawl up his throat.
This man, the stranger who has consumed Eddie’s thoughts for the past week—Steve Harrington—tilts his head, a knowing, amused smile spreading across his handsome face. He is everything Eddie is not. Where Eddie is rough and dirty, Steve Harrington is clean with quiet luxury. Where Eddie is all dark ink and leather, Steve Harrington is the epitome of all-American-pie beauty. In Steve Harrington’s universe, the world caters and bends to his will.
“Adrian has told me so much about you, Edward,” Steve says coolly, staring down at him as his perfect mouth parts into a grin. Eddie cannot help but follow Steve’s fingers as they delicately dance against Adrian’s arm, nor can he stop the irrational jealousy that hits him when he watches Adrian blush like a fucking teenager.
“Good things, I hope,” Eddie replies, his heart thundering against his ribs as Steve’s eyes flash with amusement and thinly veiled heat, his tongue poking his cheek playfully.
“Adrian thinks very highly of you, Edward,” Steve answers, turning those hungry eyes to Adrian. “Don’t you, you sweet thing?” he croons, fingers brushing down Adrian’s arm, along the defined cut of his jaw, and the long line of his neck. Eddie feels seized by it—a string of jealousy, of selfish possessiveness tight against his ribs, his breath shallow as he watches Adrian become lost in Steve. Eddie is forgotten.
Steve turns away—Adrian gasping lightly next to him—as his sure, fluid hands takes a cigarette from a thin silver case and lights it. They sit, Eddie and Adrian, rapt in the motion of Steve taking a deep pull of his cigarette, watching him stretch his neck as he tilts his head towards the ceiling, releasing a plume of milky white smoke to hang in the rafters above.
“You play very well,” Steve finally says, fixing his gaze back on Eddie. “You’re very magnetic,” the world fades, pulling him underwater until Eddie’s whole universe focuses on those hazel eyes, capturing him. Distantly, Eddie knows Steve is speaking, those perfect lips wrapping around foreign words that he doesn’t understand—Italian, Eddie vaguely recognizes. “Quando ti ho visto sul palco domenica, non ho potuto fare a meno di esserne completamente attratto.”
But all he hears is Steve’s voice slipping into his mind - too clear, too perfect: “When I saw you on stage on Sunday, I couldn’t help but be drawn in.”
Eddie’s heart skips, the strange clarity leaving him dazed, the world flickering, caught between two realities, teetering on the knife-edge of both. Steve’s voice continues, drawing Eddie back to the world, “... I had almost given up on Chicago, thinking I had to go back to Europe,” the words trailing out as if nothing had changed. Eddie blinks, realizing too late that he’s missed a part of what Steve said, the world snapping into focus too fast, leaving Eddie feeling like he got tossed around in a tornado - disorientated and breathless.
“Please, I want to feel you. Bite me.” (vampire au thingy for your Steve from my Bucky!)
Steve couldn't help but lick his fangs at the request. Normally he wouldn't take blood if he didn't need it. After all his restraint was hard won. But Bucky? Bucky always smelled tantalizing. Warm and so alive. It made his fangs ache.
"Are you sure Buck...?" He knew his bite would feel good to his friend but also intimate. It would spread endorphins and cause pleasure. @opcnhighwaymind
