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Steve sat down on Eddie’s bed, taking in the sights of his dirty trailer.
“Enough with the stares, Harrington” Eddie hummed. “You want the weed or not?”
“Y-yeah” Steve muttered. He looked up at Eddie, holding a ziplock baggie with the drug. His eyes glowed and he reached for the bag. Eddie lifted it out of his reach and raised an eyebrow.
“Pay up, Harrington”
Steve reached into his back pocket and took out a crumpled wad of bills. He searched through them for the amount Eddie had asked, around $30 or something.
“You can pay in other ways, you know”
Steve did a double-take. He stared at Eddie in confusion and the dark-haired boy grinned. He handed Steve the bag and got close to his face.
Steve gazed at Eddie’s peach-colored lips. He ran a tongue over his own and then looked at Eddie. He noticed a pair of sharp canines that seemed oddly pointy, almost animal-like. He wondered what it would be like to have those bite down on his neck.
“I want you” Steve breathed out, his voice below a whisper.
“I know” Eddie replied. He leaned forward and connected their lips in a heated kiss. Soon enough, Steve felt a tongue pushing against his lips trying to pry it open. He submitted and Eddie’s tongue plunged inside, exploring every possible inch.
Steve moaned into the kiss. He pressed a flat palm against Eddie’s chest. The shorter grabbed his face and Steve felt the pair of canines he’d checked out earlier graze his lips carefully. They were practically inhaling each other now.
“please” Steve begged. Eddie’s mouth traveled to Steve’s neck, where his tongue and sharp teeth teased without mercy. The brunet whimpered and whined. He needed those- those vampire fangs on him. Now.
“bite me” he moaned out, clutching Eddie’s dark brown locks. So, he did. His fangs sank into the soft skin, leaving a very noticeable bite mark. He decided to cover it by sucking on the skin (which made Steve squirm even more) and leaving behind a more obvious hickey.
Steve tried pushing Eddie’s face against him, wanting more of that devilish mouth. He held onto Eddie’s hair for dear life, tugging and pulling whenever the boy would nip at the sensitive places on his neck.
“want you” Steve whispered. “Now”
“Is that how we ask for things?” Eddie’s voice purred. Steve felt a shiver run through his spine. Eddie’s hot breath was on his neck and he could feel his teeth grazing his freshly bitten neck.
“please”
“please what?”
“inside me”
Eddie smiled against Steve’s neck, lips pressed together. He pressed their hips together, grinding down hard onto Steve. Steve felt his pants tighten and felt a tent rise in his pants and Eddie smiled.
“well then” he drawled. “lets begin”
Instead of unzipping his pants, Eddie got off the bed. What? Steve thought. He watched as Eddie left the room without a word. Steve was left alone with an ahcing boner and the hungry need for pleasure.
He decided to relieve himself while he waited. He zipped down his jeans, neatly folded them and put them aside, and then crawled out of his white boxers. He suddenly felt exceedingly cold and exposed.
“I’m baaaaaaaaaack” Eddie sang. “Oh goodness. Looks like you’ve started the party without me”
Steve gulped and looked up at Eddie. He was holding his big red guitar and had an evil grin on his face which concerned Steve.
“Wha- what’s that for?” Steve asked with a nod towards the guitar. Eddie smirked.
“let’s get you stretched out” he said. “and then we can chit chat”
Steve felt a rush of adrenaline burst through him as Eddie sat on the bed in front of him. He suqeezed his eyes shut and laid back, legs apart. He tried to focus on his breathing as Eddie’s cool, delicate fingers circled his hole. He let out a breathy gasp when the first two entered, feeling a bit odd.
“first time with a guy, Harrington?”
“Yeah…”
“I’ll make sure to make it memorable, then”
Steve’s ears went red and he avoided Eddie’s gaze as he added more fingers. He wondered how many guys Eddie had done this with. At first a sliver of jealousy ran around in his mind. But then also a wave of gratitude, because Eddie was experienced and could make it as best as possible.
Soon, Eddie’s whole fist was up Steve’s ass, scissoring around to stretch it wide open.
Filthy noises suffused the room as Eddie’s fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves that made Steve rather vocal. Eddie pressed against it in a teasing matter causing Steve’s back to arch and loud whines to transpire.
“want you” Steve croaked out. His eyes were half open and he was dazed.
Eddie smiled and gently pulled his fingers out. Steve grimaced at the loss but then felt a purge of excitement for what was to come next. (hopefully him)
He watched as Eddie took off his pants and boxers, revealing his girthy cock. Steve’s eyes were glued onto it as Eddie lubed it up with long, slow strokes.
He thrust into his fist a couple times, Steve going weak in the knees when he did. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning out loud.
Eddie grabbed his guitar again and began to lube the head of the guitar and a few inches below. Steve wondered what he would do.
Was he going to…?
Steve pushed the thought away. It was silly, of course Eddie wouldn’t do that. A part of Steve thought it would be overly attractive if he did though, and that was concerning.
Eddie sat the guitar down on the bed and then crawled on top of Steve, connecting their lips in a quick hot kiss.
Warm hands squeezed Steve’s hips as Eddie slid inside him. He only put in a third of himself to allow Steve to adjust little by little. When Steve gave him the go-ahead, he pushed in a little more, and then after a few more moments he bottomed out.
It wasn’t long before Steve was urging him to move around, whispering to Eddie that he wanted him to be rough and untamed. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s hips, bringing him impossibly closer.
“want more”
“More?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow. “Does this look like an all you can eat buffet to you?”
“yeah”
Eddie chuckled and suddenly pulled out. Steve almost burst into tears. His expression was pure shock and the loss of something inside him made his face twist.
He watched as Eddie grabbed his guitar. With a small pick, he strummed a few times and Steve recognized the song; Disposable Heroes. The boy smiled at Steve as he set the pick down on the bed. Their eyes locked. Eddie reached for his guitar, pressing the headstock against Steve’s hole.
“Would you be okay with that?” Eddie asked. He pushed the guitar slightly. Steve inhaled a sharp breath.
“Y-yeah…hell yeah”
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The headstock entered. The pain of the stretch brought tears down Steve’s face and his body shook but he told Eddie to keep going, that it was okay.
The tuning pegs scraped his insides and he felt his warm blood pouring out. Eddie pushed it in all the way until the nut, which is where the headstock ended. At this point Steve’s entire body was shaking and blood was seeping out.
Eddie picked his pick up again and played another part of ‘Disposable Heroes’. Steve felt his entire body shutting down, giving up. He wondered why Eddie wasn’t reacting. Had he done this before or something?
“help” he croaked out. Eddie smiled and brought his face close to Steve’s hole. He pulled the guitar out. It was covered in blood so Eddie would be cleaning it later.
He pressed his tongue inside Steve’s bloody hole. The coppery taste was like candy to Eddie and he lapped up every bit possible. He licked and sucked and made sure to rid every drop of blood by disposing it into his mouth.
Steve had no clue what was happening at this point but he couldn’t handle all the stimulation and finally came all over his chest. Eddie smiled up at him, Steve’s blood on his lips. His fangs were painted in the metallic blood and Steve tought it was fucking beuatiful.
And then the pain was gone. No more blood came out and Steve’s insides felt normal, other than the usual after-sex lower body pain.
How?
“Some secrets are best kept safe” Eddie responded. Steve stared at him. He hand’t asked that aloud. Eddie grinned and got up. He began to clean up, first Steve with a wet rag and then his guitar, outside with a hose and dish soap.
Steve laid in Eddie’s bed, watching the cieling fan turn and turn and turn. Eddie finally returned and laid beside him. The two talked about their favorite things as if it was a normal day.
When they finally decided to sleep, Steve sparked up a conversation.
“Can I ask something stupid?”
“Since when do you ask for permission?” Eddie recieved a slap for that one.
“Are you a vampire?”
Eddie smiled and ran his tongue over his sharp canines.
“yeah.”