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Eddie stares blankly at the drink in his hand. A layer of water droplets has formed on the glass and is probably soaking the wood of the bar counter, but for some reason he can’t bring himself to drink it.
The doors closed a few minutes ago. Johnny had been booed loudly for the third time this week and Jean Loo had to drag him out before Amir tried to attack him. After their entertainment was gone, everyone else had calmed down soon enough. They’d slowly dissipated from the club, yawning and preparing for whatever activities they had tomorrow. The bar is now blissfully empty.
“You’re looking sufficiently broody again.”
Almost empty.
He sighs and turns to face the human, who for some reason seems completely unbothered by his obvious annoyance towards their presence.
“What do you want from me?” he says.
The human sits down beside him, even though he certainly hadn’t invited them to.
“To be honest, I’m worried about you,” they say.
“You can stop doing that.”
“God, I wish I could. But we’re a little stuck together now since, you know, this is my house,” they shrug. They lean forward, and Eddie immediately feels a sense of dread and foreboding. “The main reason I’m concerned right now is because, for some reason, you’re still here.”
“Where exactly do you expect me to go?” Eddie says, despite knowing full well what they mean.
Sure enough, the human rolls their eyes. “At home . Resting.”
“I live here.”
“Not at the bar, although that seems more likely every day with your borderline alcoholism. Which is also a concern, by the way, but that’s not what we’re addressing right now. You have a whole bed in those back rooms. Why are you not resting?” the human says.
Eddie shrugs noncommittally.
The human sighs loudly.
“I can tell Volt,” they threaten. Immediately, Eddie’s head snaps around to glare at them.
“Do not ,” he hisses. They have the nerve to look amused.
“I mean, if it’s the one thing that’ll stop you from being an idiot...” they trail off.
“I will stop giving you free drinks.”
“No you won’t. And either way, I’m willing to do a lot to make sure you don’t die before you turn... however old you can turn,” they say.
“We don’t age,” Eddie says. He pauses. “I think.”
He tries to think about that for a second, but figuring out whether or not he’s capable of dying is a bit of a grim topic when he’s so unfortunately sober. He glances back down at his drink and shoves it across the bar.
He’s not in the mood today.
“What are you two bickering over now?”
He jerks around when Volt sets his hands down on Eddie’s shoulders. How the hell did he not hear Volt approaching? He makes a sound every time he moves, the low hum of electricity and the occasional crackle of sparks. Had Eddie really been that deep in his own thoughts?
“Oh, you know...” the human looks over at Eddie and he sees the exact moment they make a decision. His eyes widen.
“Do not -”
“Eddie fell off the ladder today!” they blurt out before he can even finish his sentence. Volt goes very still, which is deeply unsettling from a man who’s constantly moving in some way. Tapping his heel against the ground when there’s an actual good performance, twirling a luminescent strand of hair around his finger during a conversation with a particularly pretty patron, fiddling with the switches of his vest anxiously. He’s a never-emptying vat of electric energy.
“What?” Volt says, looking over at Eddie, who tries desperately to avoid his gaze. “You mean just now, right?”
“Nope. This morning, when we were doing some minor repairs,” the human says, infuriatingly smug. “I told him he should rest instead of working tonight, but...”
They motion to Eddie as if his existence explains everything.
Then they stand up, skipping off towards the front doors. “Well, I’m off to hang out with Betty. Have fun, guys!”
Eddie barely even hears the doors close behind them because that’s when Volt turns his gaze on him, and he can’t seem to break out of the trap those vibrant white eyes place on him. He doesn’t know why he’s having this kind of reaction to his friend just looking at him.
(He knows exactly why, but he’ll die before he admits it. He’s barely hanging on as it is.)
“I’m going to sleep,” Eddie says stiffly, standing up and attempting to speed walk to his bedroom and away from this conversation.
Volt grabs his hand. Not his wrist, his hand . He’s abnormally warm, like usual, and heat spreads from his palm through Eddie’s skin.
“Eddie,” he says, soft and gentle. Eddie hates it.
“Look, it wasn’t that bad. I was fixing one of the bulbs and the ground was more slippery than I expected. The ladder collapsed and I fell, but I’m clearly fine,” he snaps. This doesn’t work on Volt, because of course it doesn’t. Eddie should really know better by now.
“Are you? Did you let Farya check you over? Actually, don’t answer that, I already know,” Volt sighs, exhausted. Eddie’s chest twinges. “ Why didn’t you at least take the day off?”
“You know I can’t do that,” Eddie says. “My ankle just hurts a bit, but I can clearly still walk so it’s not that big of a deal.”
“You still should have rested,” Volt says. His skin is practically buzzing underneath Eddie’s now, which should probably be worrying. It isn’t.
“This isn’t a big injury or anything. Besides, you need me around here,” Eddie says.
“Of course I do!” Volt snaps, as if the very idea of him not needing Eddie is unimaginable. “But I also need you alive and safe! What am I supposed to do when you refuse to take care of yourself?”
“I am taking care of myself. I’m taking care of the breaker box, which is an extension of me,” Eddie says. He curls the hand Volt isn’t holding into a fist.
“You know as well as I do that that’s not how it works. I mean, God, Eddie, I’m worried about you. And you’re- you’re still hurting yourself now !”
He holds up Eddie’s other hand, and he realizes with a start that he’d been digging his nails into his palm, leaving small crescent-shaped indents in his skin. But he doesn’t even register that because Volt’s touch burns and all he can think to do is wretch his hand away from the other man’s grip.
Volt’s eyes harden. “I don’t understand you. You care so much about my safety but the moment I so much as worry about you, you respond like this.”
“Just leave it alone!” Eddie says. The words burst out of his chest in a flurry of anger and desperation to just get away from everything this interaction is making him feel. “Why don’t you just let me do whatever I need to to keep our bar running?”
“I can’t do that, Eddie.”
He feels his own heartbeat thundering, or maybe that’s Volt’s, alight with barely restrained anger at Eddie. The air around them crackles with energy.
“Why not?” Eddie says. If he keeps pressing, forcing Volt as far away as possible, maybe Volt will let go and his heart will stop trying to claw its way out of his chest. “Why can’t you just leave me alone -”
Volt lunges forward, grabs Eddie’s collar hard enough to rip it, and kisses him. His lips crackle against Eddie’s but he doesn’t even notice, clawing desperately at Volt’s back to pull him closer, closer, closer, as if he’s trying to mold them back into one person.
The lightbulbs above them burst in a shower of bright red sparks.
Eddie’s back hits the wall with a thud , never disconnecting his lips from Volt’s. It’s not a particularly good kiss. It’s angry, suffocating in badly restrained fury, teeth clashing and fingernails digging hard enough into skin to cut. He feels Volt’s teeth dig into his lip and the blood that blooms beneath them.
It’s incredible.
Eddie breaks away from Volt with a gasp, trying to force air back into his lungs. Volt immediately moves to Eddie’s neck, leaving a short trail of kisses against the tan skin there before sinking his teeth in and biting. Eddie moans, much louder than he intended to.
“Fuck, you stress me out,” Volt hisses, licking over the bite mark and sucking another right next to it. Eddie wonders, in the back of his mind, if he should ask Volt to put those somewhere not glaringly visible to anyone who looks at him, then decides he doesn’t care enough to do that.
Volt pries Eddie’s legs apart roughly and shoves one of his own between them, grinding his thigh into Eddie’s rapidly hardening cock. Eddie lets out a strangled gasp. This is happening all at once, so suddenly that he feels dizzy from the force of it.
Luckily, his body seems to be leagues ahead of his brain. He grinds down on Volt’s leg, raising trembling fingers to unfasten the buttons on his vest. It’s more difficult than he expected, since one of his hands is still clutching the back of Volt’s clothes. His legs are shaking badly enough that he’s pretty sure he’ll collapse if he lets go.
He doesn’t comprehend, in his lust-induced haze, that Volt’s own hands are securely fastened to Eddie’s hips, pinning him against the wall and keeping him stable.
When Volt pulls away from his now-bruised neck, Eddie’s only managed to pop three buttons of his vest open. Thankfully, Volt seems to have calmed down a bit now that he’s let most of his pent-up anger out on Eddie’s skin.
Volt cups Eddie’s face, his fingers curling around the back of Eddie’s neck, and kisses him. Calmer this time. Not frenzied anymore, but just as desperate. It does distract Eddie from his valiant task of trying to rid Volt of his clothes, but he can’t bring himself to care.
Volt kisses in the same way he does everything, completely certain in himself. His lips buzz against Eddie’s. When he prods his tongue against Eddie’s lips, he drives his leg upward. Eddie’s mouth falls open in a gasp and Volt immediately runs his tongue along the inside of Eddie’s mouth like he’s trying to memorize it.
As he digs his teeth into Eddie’s bottom lip, he tears open the buttons on Eddie’s clothes with impressive speed. Eddie untangles himself from his shirt and tosses it somewhere to the side. They can get it later. He knocks Volt’s ridiculous jacket off his shoulders and lets it pool below their feet, delighted to finally dig his hands into the broad shoulders beneath it. He clings to Volt as if that’ll ground him to reality somehow.
Volt only pulls away when Eddie’s on the verge of suffocating on his tongue. They’re both heaving huge lungfuls of air. Volt rests his forehead against Eddie’s, his eyes falling shut.
“Sometimes I worry that, even if the issues with our electricity are fixed, I’ll still lose you to yourself,” Volt whispers. The words are so soft that Eddie doesn’t think he’d hear them if they weren’t breathing the same air.
“You won’t,” Eddie says. “I mean, you definitely can’t now. Not after that makeout session.”
Volt snorts. A ridiculous, undignified sound. Eddie adores him.
He gets to admit that to himself now, Eddie realizes. Because if the way Volt kissed him - like he would die if he didn’t get his lips on Eddie right this instant - is any sign, then the horrible feelings Eddie’s tried so hard to bury are probably reciprocated.
He doesn’t have time to fully process that because Volt is suddenly sinking to his knees and Eddie’s head is spinning.
“What are you-” he starts, fully prepared to protest.
“I’m taking care of you,” Volt says simply. He looks up at Eddie, eyes glowing in the semi-darkness of the room. They soften pleadingly. “Please. Let me.”
Eddie’s breath shudders. He can’t trust himself to speak with any kind of dignity, so he just gives Volt a jerky nod.
Volt smiles at that, bright and beautiful. He makes quick work of unfastening Eddie’s belt and tugging his pants down. He tosses them somewhere Eddie can’t see, but he’s willing to bet it’s nowhere near the rest of his clothes.
His underwear goes next. Eddie would have more time to feel self-conscious about being completely naked while Volt is still wearing most of his clothes if Volt didn’t instantly begin placing kisses against his thighs. He sucks new bruises into every bit of available skin, and Eddie wonders hazily if Volt has some kind of kink for seeing him marked up. He can’t bring himself to care.
“I am going to make you forget your own name,” Volt mutters, nosing along the base of Eddie’s shaft, ignoring his shaky breath. “Fuck you until you can’t think, and then maybe you’ll sleep long enough to finally get some rest.”
“Wouldn’t that be something?” Eddie manages to say. He feels Volt’s sharp grin against his skin.
“Are you doubting my abilities, Watts?”
“Mayb- FUCK !”
Eddie moans loudly as Volt suddenly takes him down to the hilt without even gagging. Seriously, where did he learn how to do that? He laughs at Eddie’s reaction, his cock still stuffed in his mouth, and the vibrations make him claw at the wall. He’s desperate for something to hold on to, anything.
Volt pulls off Eddie’s dick completely, placing gentle kisses along the length of it before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking.
Eddie’s head slams back against the wall. Volt pauses for a second.
“Volt, I swear if you stop now- Ngh !”
Volt licks a long strip up the side of Eddie’s cock, then sinks down on it again. He begins to bob his head vigorously and when his teeth lightly scrape against the underside, Eddie’s hands finally shoot down and find purchase in his hair.
He’s only touched Volt’s hair a few times in his life. Mainly because, despite being mostly immune to shocks, holding pure electricity in his hands makes his palms tingle and heat up enough to hurt. (Never enough to burn, not with Volt.) This time, Eddie can’t bring himself to care about that.
Especially when his fingers tangle at the roots of Volt’s hair and subconsciously pull, and Volt moans loudly around him. Eddie tightens his grip, delighting at the way Volt’s jaw goes slack for a moment, before he suddenly squeezes his lips around Eddie and sucks hard enough to bruise his tongue.
Despite trying to stay still, Eddie’s hips involuntarily jerk forward, shoving himself further into Volt’s mouth. Volt immediately moves his hands from where they were gripping Eddie’s calves to pin his hips to the wall. Eddie squirms slightly against his hold, but Volt doesn’t even seem to notice.
Eddie’s making an array of sounds he would usually be ashamed of, but it’s incredibly difficult to focus on those feelings when all his senses have been pinpointed down to Volt’s mouth.
Volt continues, sucking Eddie off with the same vigor he had kissed him with earlier. Eddie can feel himself nearing the edge, especially when Volt removes one hand from his hips - somehow still keeping them from bucking - and trails his fingers along Eddie’s balls.
Eddie gasps loudly, prying his fingernails between the boards on the wall and definitely breaking something judging by the loud crack.
“Volt,” he manages to force out, tugging warningly on his hair. Instead of pulling off, his actions just seem to spur Volt to wrap his fingers around Eddie’s balls and tug, choking him down until his nose brushes Eddie’s pelvis, and Eddie comes with a loud cry.
Volt chokes slightly then, but doesn’t move until he’s swallowed everything Eddie spills into his mouth. He pulls off with a loud pop , leaving Eddie covered in spit and panting heavily.
His legs collapse almost the moment Volt moves his hands away from him, which Volt does not seem to be anticipating. He still manages to catch Eddie before his knees hit the ground, and pulls him into Volt’s muscular chest.
“You okay?” Volt asks, voice slightly hoarse.
Eddie doesn’t answer for a second, until-
“I can still remember my name,” he mumbles.
“What?” Volt asks. He looks almost concerned for a second, which is so sweet Eddie wants to cry a little. Or punch him.
“You said I’d forget my name. I haven’t,” Eddie says. Volt smiles slowly, predatory in a way that makes Eddie’s heart pound.
Then his hands are suddenly hooked underneath Eddie’s legs, and he yelps as Volt picks him up. Way too easily, in Eddie’s opinion. Which definitely does not make him get hard again.
Moments later, Volt is throwing Eddie down onto the bed in their backroom. He bounces a bit against the sheets before Volt crawls on top of him and reconnects their lips.
Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to kissing Volt, the way his very touch floods Eddie’s body with warmth. He wants to dig his nails into Volt’s bones and never let him move away from Eddie again.
Unfortunately, he realizes he has to when he feels Volt’s still clothed erection grind down against him.
“Off, clothes off,” Eddie gasps out. Volt doesn’t stop moving his hips against Eddie as he shucks off his shirt and vest, but he does have to get up to remove his pants. Eddie finally looks up, intending to watch hungrily, but the moment he sees Volt he can’t form a coherent thought.
He’d forgotten - considering how many years it’s been since he, well, made Volt - exactly what he looked like without clothing. The scars are the first thing he sees.
They cover Volt’s chest in strange, starburst patterns. Silvery lines criss-crossing like lightning over every one of his joints. The sprawling marks almost seem to glow. A side effect of being electrocuted into life, Eddie assumes.
Eddie’s so preoccupied by the scars that it takes him a moment to look further down, but once he does he forgets about anything else. Because he most definitely doesn’t remember focusing on this part of Volt when he was making him, so he never had a concrete image of his cock in his mind.
It’s covered in scars, the same as every other part of his body, and Eddie can already imagine how it’ll feel inside him. That is, if he even manages to fit it in, because it turns out Volt is much bigger than he anticipated.
Eddie manages to close his mouth, which he’s not ashamed to admit is watering a bit, and meets Volt’s eyes. He’s surprised to find that Volt looks oddly hesitant. His eyes are flickering over Eddie with anxious anticipation, as if he could find him anything but wonderful. And he absolutely can’t have Volt feeling like that.
He’s also never been good with words, so he just pulls Volt back on top of him and kisses him like he needs it to breathe. Thankfully, Volt quickly recovers from whatever he was feeling earlier and kisses back just as passionately.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” Eddie mutters, pulling away with a gasp as their dicks grind against each other.
“That just means we have to prep you well, baby,” Volt purrs. The pet name makes Eddie’s breath catch. Volt smiles widely, but thankfully doesn’t mention it.
He gets off Eddie for a second to rifle through their bedside table. He takes the moment to stare at the ceiling and try desperately to catch his breath, a plan that quickly fails when he feels a slippery finger breach his entrance.
Eddie yelps, and hears Volt’s low chuckle at the very undignified sound.
“Shut up,” he hisses. His words don’t have the intended effect because, at that moment, Volt begins to steadily pump his finger in and out of Eddie and he has to take several breaths to keep himself calm.
Volt brushes something inside Eddie that makes him gasp and almost shoot up off the bed. He’s shoved back down again, and feels Volt grin against his leg as he deftly does everything he can to avoid that spot. Which pisses Eddie off to no extent, and he does not hold back from letting Volt know exactly how he feels. For some reason, his scathing words seem to amuse Volt more than anything. Eddie can’t imagine why.
Volt continues, slipping in a second finger. Then a third. When he starts prying at the edge of Eddie’s hole with his thumb, Eddie begins to properly squirm. It’s so much, and also not enough. Volt makes sure to brush his prostate every few minutes, but never enough for Eddie to actually get any relief from it.
“Can you hurry up ?” he snaps. “I’m getting bored here.”
“So needy,” Volt mutters. “I thought you needed to be stretched out to take me?”
“I don’t give a shit anymore,” Eddie says, breathless and horny and annoyed.
Thankfully, Volt actually listens to him this time. He withdraws his fingers and Eddie only has a moment to mourn the loss of contact before Volt suddenly grabs his hips and pounds into Eddie, thrusting into him all at once.
Eddie may have underestimated how big Volt is, because he screams . Volt doesn’t even let him adjust to the intrusion. The moment he’s inside Eddie, he pulls out until his tip is just barely inside Eddie’s hole, then slams back in.
The moans falling from Eddie’s lips are loud enough that he doesn’t doubt the entire house can hear them. He can’t bring himself to care, not when he’s stuffed full of Volt’s cock and panting. He was right about the scarring feeling good. The textured skin drags against his walls deliciously, only adding more stimulation to every move he makes.
“You’re so beautiful,” Volt whispers, frustratingly calm considering how Eddie’s practically shaking in his arms.
Eddie’s about to protest - insist that he’s really not or maybe just tell Volt to shut up - but then Volt switches his angle just slightly, and suddenly he’s nailing Eddie’s prostate with every deep, powerful thrust.
Eddie’s eyes roll back in his head and any coherent thought he could have come up with disappears. He claws desperately at Volt’s back as if doing that will help him cling on to his sanity. His nails scrape along Volt’s skin in a way that’s probably painful, but just makes Volt groan.
The sound makes Eddie look up, finally meeting Volt’s eyes, and any attempt he could have made at breathing is useless. Volt hovering above him, palms on either side of Eddie’s chest, and he’s gorgeous. His hair is the only thing lighting up their bedroom. It flows around him like a halo, illuminating his sculpted cheekbones and fiery eyes.
Eddie thinks, silently, that he looks a bit like an angel. He certainly wouldn’t mind if he died now, would simply be honored that Volt’s beauty was the last thing he ever saw.
Some of his feelings must be visible on his face because Volt’s expression softens slightly. He holds Eddie’s chin and leans down to kiss him, much more gentle than Eddie expected considering he’s still spearing him on his cock.
Eddie’s hands leave Volt’s back and loop around his neck, kissing him as if that can somehow make Volt understand all the words he can’t bring himself to say.
Based on how Volt smiles against his lips, Eddie thinks it just might have worked.
Something in Eddie’s stomach tightens and he clings to Volt. He hears himself pleading for Volt to keep going, don’t stop, but can’t even process the words leaving his own mouth. Everything is a blur of Volt’s lips, Volt’s hands, Volt’s steady heartbeat against his, and then Eddie is clenching around Volt and cumming hard enough to see stars.
Actually, those might be the sparks of electricity from yet another broken lightbulb. Eddie isn’t exactly in the right headspace to think about it.
Especially because Volt doesn’t stop . He keeps pounding into Eddie, not even slowing down despite the way that Eddie is twitching and squirming around him. Eddie will be too embarrassed to admit it later, but he lets out an honest-to-God whine.
“I know,” Volt coos. “I know it hurts. But you can come again for me, can’t you?”
Eddie feels himself, but doesn’t fully comprehend it. He’s floating, miles and miles away from his body. All he can feel is Volt’s still-hard cock dragging against his puffy, sensitive hole.
Everything is too much. Each one of Eddie’s senses are amplified and condensed down to Volt. His skin is alight with fire. And yet, somehow, it’s not enough. He still needs more.
Volt, thankfully, is always willing to give it to him. Each one of his thrusts feels like it sends him deep enough to touch Eddie’s organs. He wonders if he could feel Volt inside him if he pressed down on his stomach, and the very thought of that makes him whimper.
He can tell Volt is close when his rhythm begins to change, disjointed and desperate. Eddie had enough sanity left in him to thread a hand through Volt’s hair and tug. Volt’s hips stutter against Eddie’s and he finally finishes. His hot cum spills into Eddie, filling him to the brim. Every bit of bare skin touching Eddie lights up and glows a brilliant blue. It buzzes against him, bright enough that Eddie has to squeeze his eyes shut.
Until Volt leans down, lips brushing Eddie’s ear with so much adoration he wants to scream, and whispers, “I love you.”
That’s it for Eddie, and before he knows what’s happening he’s come for the third time tonight. He buries his face in Volt’s neck and sobs, clenching uselessly around him and painting their stomachs white.
They stay like that for a moment, both desperately trying to catch their breath. Slowly, like it pains him to move away from Eddie, Volt pulls back enough to look at him.
Volt brushes a hand against Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leans into his touch before hearing the soft sizzling sound of water coming in contact with pure electricity. He reaches up and touches his cheek, only a little shocked when his hand comes away wet with tears.
“Are you alright?” Volt says, visibly concerned. As if Eddie crying is a sign of anything other than how infuriatingly good he is in bed.
“Amazing,” Eddie says, surprised to find he actually means it. Volt’s shoulders relax. He pulls out slowly, but Eddie still groans at the painful drag of his scars as he leaves Eddie empty and aching. Volt kisses his forehead apologetically.
He disappears for a second, but he returns before Eddie has time to worry. He holds up a damp towel and runs it over every bit of Eddie’s body. He only winces slightly when he feels it run across his sore hole, but soon enough Volt is tossing it to the side and crawling into bed next to Eddie.
Volt seems much more awkward now, almost like he’s embarrassed of how he’d very forcefully taken control of Eddie moments before. Eddie decides that that’s unacceptable.
He wraps his arms around Volt and tucks himself under the other man’s chin. Volt lets out a shaking breath and relaxes all at once, practically melting into Eddie.
“Well, you definitely got me to take a break,” Eddie says. His voice is hoarse and gravelly enough that he doesn’t even want to think of how loudly he must have been screaming.
Volt chuckles, his chest rumbling against Eddie’s. “Finally.”
Eddie’s exhausted, as any normal person would be after being fucked within an inch within their life. Everything is blurry and he can already feel his eyes sinking closed, so he doesn’t think too much when he presses a kiss to Volt’s neck and mutters, “I love you too.”
He falls asleep immediately after, so he doesn’t see the way Volt’s eyes widen or how his face splits into a wide, beautiful smile. Or when he gazes down at Eddie with pure amazement, as if he can’t believe he exists.
It’s alright. Eventually, Eddie will be able to see all of that and more. They have time.
***
“Sooo,” the human says, twirling their drink around with a crazy straw Eddie is pretty sure he didn't give them. “You weren't here yesterday.”
“No, I wasn't,” Eddie says, smirking a bit at their annoyed expression.
Volt had been right about forcing him to relax, because when Eddie had woken up the day before he had barely been able to stand up without pain blooming between his legs. Volt had apologized sheepishly, but Eddie thought he looked more smug than anything. Even now he was walking with a slight limp, which was the main reason he’s spent the night serving drinks with Beverly instead of walking around. Either way, Volt’s plan had worked.
“Volt was here. And he seemed strangely happy,” the human says.
“He's always happy,” Eddie says.
“You know what I mean,” the human rolls their eyes. “He was practically floating the entire night, didn't even notice when Rebel tried throttling Johnny. I've never seen him so giddy.”
Eddie turns around under the pretense of grabbing another bottle, but it's really just to hide his wide smile. Knowing Volt was so happy about their most recent encounters makes his stomach flip happily embarrassingly.
When he turns back to the human, they have a glint in their eye that fills him with dread. Shit. He clearly isn’t as good at hiding his feelings as usual. Fucking Volt. This is all his fault.
“You know, now that I'm thinking about it, when I asked Volt where you were all he said was ‘oh, Eddie's a little tired’,” the human says in a horrible imitation of Volt’s accent. “And I was wondering what on Earth could tire you out enough to take a break, but maybe...”
Eddie stares at them in silence. They stare back. He sees their eyes dip down to his collar, which is buttoned up suspiciously high today. In a frenzy of motion the human lunges forward just as Eddie tries drawing away. They wrestle with his shirt for a second before tugging it down, revealing the mess of bruises and bite marks marring Eddie’s neck.
“I knew it!” they shriek, which would attract more attention from the full bar of people/objects if they weren't used to this by now.
“Shut up!” Eddie growls, shoving them away.
“Absolutely not. In fact, I will never shut up again considering I was right ! I totally called this!” the human says, delighted.
Eddie groans, but it isn't like he can refute that. Those aren't even the only markings on his body. He's pretty sure there's a similar mess of them on his thighs, yet another reason walking is a bit uncomfortable. He takes a little satisfaction in the fact that he'd seen Volt’s back this morning and knew there were deep scratch marks embedded in his skin. It turned out Eddie had accidentally drawn blood the other night, but if Volt didn’t mind then neither did he.
“It feels like every time I come here, you two are fighting over something,” Volt himself says, appearing out of nowhere, which he seems to do all the time now. Eddie looks over and realizes, more fondly than he'd like to admit, that the human has a point. Volt is glowing. Literally.
And maybe Eddie is too, a little, when Volt loops an arm around his waist and kisses his cheek.
(The human makes a weird squealing sound. Volt has the nerve to look amused. Eddie hates them both.)