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Eddie really thought he was chopped liver after those bats from hell tore up his skin.
He supposes there are few more metal ways to die so that was a small comfort; it still didn't make the bites hurt less.
At last, he had not run away; he had helped save Henderson, save the world.
He was going to die a hero.
He was going to die.
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.
.
Now that the bites were nothing more than dull pinpricks on his side, the fear was beginning to fade just like the adrenaline and the last of his senses. He could finally close his eyes and just, let go.
But then images start to appear behind his eyelids, and his traitorous mind still couldn't leave him alone.
What would they tell Wayne? Would they clear his name or would he always be known as the uncle of a killer? The last living member of a family of fuck ups.
And his club? His friends and little sheepies. Will his own head be enough to satiate the town or would they chase them with fire and pitchforks.
The moribund man was blissfully unaware of the single thread on the Upside Down nearby, slithering close to his body, attracted by the blood but quickly took notice of something a lot more interesting.
Sniffing and prodding around, the thread started to dig deeper, and deeper searching for something more precious than blood, skin and bone.
Eddie thought of Henderson, a funny kid with a big mouth and too smart for his own good. He knows he would not stay quiet; he would try to defend his honor, and what would he get in return? Worst-case scenario would be a sick repeat of his own story.
He had died to prove himself a hero for a town that couldn't care less about him. And even after death, they would keep spitting and shitting on everything Eddie was and represented, everything he held dear.
With his remaining strength and life slipping from his grip, he felt hot, deep anger settle within.
The thread curled in delight, joyous to have found a new vessel to play.
Unfortunately for the world, Eddie Munson did not die with peace on his heart.
And what later rained down on Hawkins made Vecna's machinations look like child's play.
Eddie giddily passed his hand through his messy curls and adjusted his best leather jacket while walking through the hallway.
The two guards in front of the mahogany door bow with their heads, and Eddie dismisses them with a flick of his wrist. He lifts the bouquet in his hand and knocks twice. It's more of a courtesy than anything since Eddie doesn't expect an answer, and after a beat, he opens the heavy door.
"Honey!" He greets in a sing-song voice. "I'm home."
Again, there was no answer; it still did nothing to affect Eddie's mood. He put the bouquet in a vase next to the flowers from the last visit. They may be going through hard times, but Eddie wanted to make sure his beloved had a room worthy of him.
The owner of his heart currently sat on a chair next to the window that gave a view of the forest outside. There are not currently a lot of peaceful places in Hawkins, so this may very well be the best view in town.
Like he said, the best for his love.
He straightens himself and can't help but sigh at the view, for no colorful flowers or beautiful forests could compare to his beau. Even from his place, he couldn't help but notice the elegant features of his profile, the sharp jaw and cheekbones, all complemented by impossible long dark eyelashes and big brown eyes Eddie wished were looking at him instead.
He always had the theory that the reason people in Hawkins let Steve Harrington get away with murder was because he was so goddam pretty no one wanted to truly upset him.
Since waking up, Eddie felt things with more "intensity", it may be related to the whole being "born again" and stuff, and that meant feeling like a giddy middle schooler talking to his crush every time he was in Harrington's presence.
He cleared his throat and started to close the painful distance between them.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to cancel our date yesterday." He kneeled in front of him, delicately moving the hands that rested on his front out of the way to then playfully rub his face on the other's lap. Eddie took a deep breath, taking in Steve's gentle scent of soap and cinnamon. One of the many perks of his enhanced senses.
He almost whimpers in relief at the feeling of firm hands on his hair, carefully combing the messy curls.
Eddie took a heavy breath. "I'm so sorry, darling. The humans were more clever than we expected. I was so sure we were going to break the barrier this time—"
Once he woke up, Eddie wasted no time in going back to Hawkins and search for his loved ones, his club, his little "sheepies". And just like Eddie had expected, this shit-town had done everything to condemn him and hunt down the Hellfire members, accusing them of being devil worshipers, just like him.
So naturally, it didn't take a lot of convincing to make them take "the bite". Eddie wasn't sure how but he knew, or more like a voice inside him who knew what he was and how it worked and was more that happy to provide all the knowledge Eddie may need on his new quest. The bite was successful, and the next time those assholes came for them, the tables were gleefully turned.
It had been a complete bloodbath; some of the lucky ones who had begged enough for their lives had been turned too.
They quickly found that those converted by the Hellfire members—the ones Eddie had started to lovingly refer to as his "generals"– were not as strong as the ones created by Eddie, but they were so easily made that they were enough of a problem. The police force of Hawkins was taken by storm, and even the government preferred to quarantine the town to stop the spread of the "vampire infection."
"—but those government bastards had a trick up their sleeve. I was so sure, we were so close."
He whined not unlike a child into the soft fabric of the nightgown. Steve's caresses to his hair turned tender; Eddie took it as his own way to soothe him, and he felt a knot form on his throat.
He remembers like it was yesterday, how much Harrington had trashed and fought when they took hold of him and Henderson. Eddie was so glad to see how things had changed.
Just a bit more. He told himself.
"But don't lose hope, my fair maiden," he sprang dramatically to look directly at those beloved eyes. "For our youngest general has informed us of a brilliant plan that will surely be the beginning of bringing the entire world down to my feet." He took one of Steve's hands between his own pale ones, leaving a fleeting kiss on its knuckles. "And of course, of yours too. I was not lying when I told you that I would gladly give you the world."
Steve's expression was lost, looking at their entangled hands. Blinking in confusion, trying adorably to make sense of words.
"We should be really proud of Dustin. That kid of ours is truly smart."
But at the mention of the kid, Steve couldn't help but smile softly, and Eddie felt himself melt. Even as an undead overlord, he was still a total softie.
Still, he was hoping the venom that was flowing through Steve's veins would work faster. While this Stevie was sweet, he was missing the edge. The sassy banter and even the downright bratty attitude he had come to love from his majesty, the King of Hawkins High.
Once the government chuds fall, it should be smooth sailing from there.
He wasn't too worried about them and their barrier, it wasn't a matter of if, just of when, but Eddie was impatient.
No, the one who could truly put a dent in this whole operation was that strange girl who was Henderson's friend, and there had not been a sighting of her for months. He had allowed Henderson to be the one leading the searching efforts, since Eddie believed making allies in this situation was a better approach, and if someone could convince that girl and the merry gang that was with her to join their side, that should be Henderson. Eddie almost laments not being able to see the reunion. It should be interesting at least.
"And you thought I shouldn't have offered him the bite–" he chuckled, remembering Steve's screams, cursing him and begging him to not turn Dustin into a monster.
How silly of him.
He would never force him; with Henderson he just gave the choice, just like he did to all the people Eddie held dear. Some had refused, like Wayne who was still human and comfortably living in the same house with all the luxuries they couldn't afford before, and others, like Henderson, tired of being treated by shit by this cursed town, took it almost without thinking.
Now his Mom was safe, he was strong enough to fight whoever may cross him, and was on his way to making amazing things and a name of himself.
"But he is shaping up to be an amazing right-hand man and suitable heir."
"Yes," Steve said after a moment, a fond smile still on his face. "Our Dustin is really great."
And Eddie was a weak, weak man. And a ravenous one too.
After leaving another kiss in the back of his hand, he went on to lift the skirts of the nightgown and cover the exposed skin with wet, hungry kisses.
He smiled at hearing the gasp that came out of Steve, and worked his way up the toned legs until reaching the hem of the cotton panties. Shyly, the other tried to push him back, but Eddie stopped him with a firm hand.
Taking the garment off, he went to inspect the new developments.
The process of siring a general or a mere thrall was a simple but effective one, a bite that would deposit enough venom into the subject's bloodstream. The transformation may be painful at the start, but quite fast, and in the span between a couple of hours or a whole night, one could have a new shiny vampire at their disposal.
But Stevie was a different case; with him Eddie was not just making a mere soldier or servant, he was creating a mate. His equal and other half.
That meant a lot of strenuous changes, a lengthy process, and a lot of patience.
But now that he was face-to-face with the shiny pink folds hidden under a half-hard cock, Eddie was reassured once again that his patience was going to be rewarded.
Pushing the legs open with both hands, Eddie wasted no time in licking the shiny folds with gusto, only encouraged by the breathy gasps coming from his love's perfect mouth.
He took his time to explore it, to not leave any corner unattended. Eddie's serpentine tongue made sure to memorize the taste before digging inside. Steve moaned, absentmindedly directing a hand to the back of Eddie's head and pushing it deeper.
The vampire lord smiled, happy to see how Steve, even in this dazed state was willing to demand and Eddie was more than eager to please, using his tongue to fuck into the warm heat and taking his long fingers to rub onto the new and neglected clit.
Steve moved his hips, seeking his own pleasure, his sensitive nips hard and rubbing against the soft fabric adding to the stimulation, he pushed into Eddie's face feeling his climax building up and it was a mere touch to his forgotten cock that finally pushed him to cum, his channel closing around the length of Eddie's tongue.
Eddie let Steve come down from his orgasm, taking his tongue back to lick his lips and the corners of his mouth clean, savoring the nectar while looking pleased at the wet pink cunt.
Without wasting more time he felt his fangs elongate and then took a bite on the inside of the meaty thighs, taking his last treat of the night.
Eddie recently found out that Steve's blood always tasted the best after cumming, and he was going to take full advantage of that fact.
A final gust of slick dripped down his cunt accompanied by a pathetic shot of cum from the small cock that landed on his hair. Eddie just shrugged it off, the more marked he was by Steve the better.
Licking the wound clean he stood up and handled the tired body with care, lifting it up on his arms with the purpose of taking him to the bed. Not before looking pleased at the indents on the back of the chair where Steve had held.
He twirled them in place earning a soft giggle from the other.
When you spend most of your life being a scrawny weirdo one couldn't blame him for flexing his new strength in front of his love every chance he got.
Gently leaving Steve between the soft pillows, he bit the inside of his mouth and climbed on top of him. Rubbing his own hard-on against the other's firm body while capturing the pink lips on his. Steve quickly reciprocated, his own tongue twirling with his and letting the mix of spit and blood invade his mouth.
An important part of the mating process was letting his intended mate drink his blood, something unthinkable for anyone else.
They found out that cum was just as effective and he was tempted on making Steve's suck his cock to help him get rid of his painful hard-on, but Eddie had decided to go for a more "romantic" approach to end their night.
He chased the delicious friction through their clothes, wishing it was the velvet heat of his mate's insides instead.
Not yet he had to remind himself, Not yet, but soon.
A sharp bite on his lower lip brought him back to reality and was surprised to see Steve sucking on the wound taking more blood for himself.
With a final couple of thrusts the vampire lord came on his pants like a virgin teenager.
That didn't mean he was done, he would gladly go for second or even third round but he didn't want to take the risk of extenuating Steve.
Instead he moved to the side, careful to not crush him and surrounded the slim waist with strong arms. He may no longer need to sleep as much but it was an activity Eddie still very much enjoyed. Closing his eyes he buried his face onto soft brown locks and readied himself for a nap, content with just the warmth of the other body and surrounded by Steve's scent.
What a week.
To say that Eddie's mood was foul was and understatement, not only the government pigs were still a pain on his ass, now some idiotic thralls, too drunk on their new powers thought they were strong enough to overthrow him.
Normally he would have let the general that sired them get rid of the issue, but he thought this was the perfect opportunity to "make an example" out of them, and show anyone who may try the same the reason why he was in charge.
But thanks to them he had not being able to visit his mate in days, the longest they had gone without seeing each other.
The fact that his clothes were still stained with their fresh blood was the only thing keeping his mood from plummeting even more.
The two guards at the door only needed to see his grimace to bow and scurry away like mice.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened himself and dusted off his clothes. His bad mood was no excuse to forget his manners, at least with his beloved.
After knocking twice he entered the room.
"Honey! I'm ho–"
He didn't have the chance to finish, when he was violently pulled inside the room and pinned against the wall.
"Where have you been?" Steve growled with newly red eyes.
And Eddie would lie if he said that didn't get him a bit turned on.
"I apologize my dear, I had some bothersome pests I had to take care off."
Steve's new strength was nothing to scoff off as expected, but Eddie still was the one with more experience. Swiftly he went to turn their positions, now keeping the other trapped against the wall and lifting him by the back of his knees.
"If I had know it would bother you this much I would have brought you their heads as an apology gift."
Steve was caught off guard by their change of positions, momentarily forgetting his anger. He still went to position his hands on Eddie's broad shoulders.
"There is no need for that," he scoffed. "What matters now is, how are you going to make it up to me?"
Eddie gave his a mischievous smile. "I have a few ideas."
He captured his lips once again, hungrily looking to invade that cavity once again after so many days apart.
With one now clawed hand he cut the front of the new nightgown and went onto bite the side of his neck. Steve moaned, holding Eddie's head close.
Meanwhile his free hand slithered down to the front of his crotch, finding the cocklette hard and the front already wet.
Eddie stopped drinking and directed a smile to his mate.
"Oh my love, I missed you so bad and I'm so sorry for neglecting you, let me make it up for you."
He was ready to get on his knees but in a surprising show of speed Steve pushed him to the floor and sat on his hips right on top of the heavy bulge.
"None of that," He said leaving no room to argue. "I need something else, Munson."
He went onto rub his cunt against Eddie's clothed erection, making both of them moan in pleasure.
Eddie looked at him through dark lashes. "Then, go on and take what you need, Princess."
Steve seemed to take that as a challenge and got rid of his soaked underwear and pulled down Eddie's own.
Spitting on his hand he jerked Eddie's heavy cock with the intention of getting it to full hardness and blushed at the realization that his fingers around the girth didn't reach each other.
Eddie noticed this. "Don't tell me you thought the grow spurt was only in height, sweetheart?"
The smug smirk on his face was promptly wiped by Steve jerking him hard, using the precum beads to lube the length.
Once he was satisfied, he put himself in position–with a leg on each side of Eddie's hips, and guided the fat head to his opening ,but hesitated at last moment.
Eddie noticed his change in demeanor. "Whats wrong darling?"
"It's– I'm not sure if it's–"
"Not sure if it's going to fit." He finished the thought, taking himself in hand. Steve just nodded before feeling Eddie rub his length onto his folds.
"Look at you, so beautiful." He cooed. "You were made for this. And this," he once again guided the head to the opening and pushed in gently, "This was made for me."
Softly moaning and with renewed determination, he lowered his hips taking it inch by inch, while Eddie muttered praises and soothed his thighs.
Once he almost reached the base, he stopped, resting his hands on Eddie's shoulders and slowly moving his hips up and down. Feeling the heavy cock breaching his insides and enjoying the feeling of being full.
"That's it, Princess. You take me so well. I told you you were made for me. We are made for each other." Letting out a groan, Eddie moved his hips to match Steve's movements and grabbed his hips to help with the rhythm. The wet sounds of skin against skin got louder and the precum and slick ran down to the floor.
Steve's back arched once Eddie thrusted against a specific spot that made him see stars. Openly moaning and letting Eddie have a perfect view of new shiny fangs.
And in that moment Eddie knew, it was done.
He had a mate, the most perfect beautiful mate who would rule this dump alongside him.
His patience had been more than worth it.
An animalist urge overcame him, pushing Steve on his back to the floor and lifting his legs by the calves, perfectly folding him. He smiles at how easy it was, Eddie always loved how flexible the ex-jock was.
With a single thrust he inserted himself to the hilt once again and fucked with beastly strength, the sound of his balls hitting against the wet cunt that kept dripping slick.
This is why Eddie had been hesitant on going all the way before, he knew he would never hurt Steve on purpose but he didn't want to risk the chance of accidentally losing himself on the pleasure and harm his love.
But now Steve kept moaning, almost screaming a symphony of his name and pleads of going harder and faster.
There was just one thing that was lacking.
Reaching forward, Eddie whispered close to his ear. "I thought I told you to take what you need."
Steve blinked a couple of times, taking a second to understand before opening his mouth, his eyes shined red before taking a bite on the closest patch of naked skin.
And Eddie felt in heaven,so warm, so good, he was sure his brain was melting.
He forced his cock as deep as he could and bursted inside not wishing to let any drop go to waste.
After a few seconds of mind numbing pleasure the feeling of a wet tongue tenderly licking his wound brought him back.
"Ready for round two?" Steve purred on his ear.
And that just settled it.
Eddie had won, the first of what he was sure were many more victories to come.