Secret Lover - A Vampire Eddie Short (Stranger Things)(Steve/Eddie) R/15
Secret Lover - A Vampire Eddie Short
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson
Additional Tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, Post-Season/Series 04, Needy Steve Harrington, Vampire Sex, Bisexual Steve Harrington
Summary: Vecna is dead and gone thanks to El and the party. Not all his creations are. Eddie is one of those creations. Everyone thinks he’s dead, but Steve knows better.
A/N:This is my first Stranger Things fic to be posted, it is not the first I started writing, but all the others grew plot, lots and lots of plot. What is it about Steve and Eddie that demands plot? I blame Tumblr because I wasn't remotely into Stranger Things fandom until I went back there after the Twitter fiasco and discovered the steddie tag. Now I am hooked. I hadn't even gotten around to watching s3 & s4 yet until I stumbled into the madness! My nightshirt is now a Hellfire shirt for heaven's sake ;P.
Anyway, thank you for stopping by to read. Hope you enjoy the fic.
Steve arched up as Eddie’s fangs slid into his thigh, fingers tangling in the sheets as pleasure and pain buzzed through his body. This wasn’t completely new, he’d let Eddie feed from him before, but this was the first time he was thoroughly fucked out and naked on his bed. His cock, which had been hard since the moment Eddie had pushed him against the wall, kissing him instead of just biting, bounced against his stomach as his balls tightened with a familiar ache.
“Eddie,” he moaned, reaching out desperately, and tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair.
Red eyes looked up at him through long lashes, as hungry as the mouth locked onto his thigh. That was it, the last push he needed as he came hard, shuddering and gasping and overloading in the best possible way. He could no more control himself than he had been able to say no that first night Eddie had knocked on his window and asked to come in.
Vecna was dead, El had seen to that with backup from the rest of them. Not all his creations were. Eddie was one of those creations. No one else knew. They all thought Eddie had died in the final battle, turning on his maker like the hero he had proved himself to be, and sacrificing himself again to help save the world. But he’d come to Steve days later, lost and hungry, and Steve had welcomed him in.
He’d never expected this ecstasy from that simple act of kindness. Hadn’t understood the feelings that would emerge as he came to know the real Eddie Munson, fangs and all. Hadn’t realised he could have these feelings for a boy, just the same as for a girl.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, after lathing his tongue over Steve’s thigh, “is this all for me?”
All Steve could do was mewl in an overstimulated high as Eddie lapped up every drop of cum from his cock, chest, and abs. Could barely move as Eddie climbed his body, touching and kissing until they were face to face.
“Ah, sweet Steve,” Eddie said, stroking his hair back from his forehead, “if I had known you were this addictive I would have stayed away. My beautiful prince, I can never give you up.”
“Don’t want you to,” he murmured back, unable to drag his eyes away from Eddie’s captivating face.
There were scars on Eddie showing how he had died, but they were like decoration, white tattoos on his skin to match the ink black ones. There was one right on his cheek, but all it did was make Steve want to touch it. As they looked at each other, the red faded from Eddie’s eyes, and they returned to the beautiful brown Steve had found it hard to look away from even before Eddie had died and come back.
“I think I love you,” he said, staring into those dark depths.
He’d never really had a chance to know Eddie properly when they had fought together, he’d only seen the surface then, with glimpses of what was beneath. Since Eddie had been coming to him, night after night, he had learned of the man under the facade. When Eddie had kissed him, he’d wanted it as much as Eddie had. For the first time it felt as if someone needed as deeply as he did.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, giving him a sad smile, “I’m a monster.”
“No, you’re not,” Steve replied, lifting a hand and pushing one side of Eddie’s hair behind his ear, “you’re Eddie. Stay with me, please.”
Always before Eddie had come inside, they had talked for a while, Eddie had taken a few mouthfuls of blood and then disappeared into the night. This was the longest Eddie had ever stayed and Steve didn’t want him to go.
“Stevie, Stevie, I wish I could,” Eddie said, stroking down the side of his face.
“Why can’t you?” he asked, wiping a tiny drop of blood from the corner of Eddie’s mouth with his thumb before licking it off.
Eddie’s eyes flared red for a moment watching him.
“I’m not human anymore,” Eddie said.
“You feel human,” Steve replied. “You’re warm, and your cock definitely felt human fucking me into the bed.”
“Do these feel human when they slide into you flesh?” Eddie asked, baring his fangs.
It was probably supposed to be threatening, but Steve lifted his head and kissed the edge of Eddie’s mouth.
“No,” he admitted, “but I don’t want just human, I want you. I want Eddie the Freak in all his glory. We … I lost you once and I never want to do it again.”
“I kill, Steve,” Eddie tried again. “Out there, before I come to you, I kill any animal that crosses my path. Then I come to you for that delicious taste of humanity. The only thing that really slakes my thirst. I am more dangerous than you can imagine.”
“I don’t believe that,” he replied, lettings his fingers dance over the scar on Eddie’s cheek, just like he had been wanting to. “You hunt to survive, like we all do, it’s just we have a veneer of civilisation. We let others do our killing for us and buy it in the store. And you come to me because I am willing. You see what you do to me, Eds, how much I love to give you what you need. And I had no idea how much I needed what you give me, especially tonight. You are not the only one addicted to this.”
For a while Eddie continued to look down at him as if studying every facet of his face.
“You have surprising depth, Steve Harrington,” Eddie finally said, eyes beginning to glow a gentle pink. “Now go to sleep, and maybe I’ll be here in the morning.”
“Bastar…” Steve tried to say as a haze drifted over his mind, but he couldn’t fight it as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The End
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